Again I knew I was in a bout of malaria. I questioned not that I was approaching a small cottage in Devon in my sports Bentley. I knew from the road signs, the age of the car and other ephemera that it must be the late 1940’s or early 1950’s but after all, I had lived through a previous experience with Miss J**** and the delightful red haired girl so I settled to make the best of this one. Would I be able to spank a bare bottom I wondered, might I once again enjoy the release of a tight fresh tunnel of love.
All too soon I had to stop, get out of the car and approach the front door where Mrs. B****** was waiting and, looking rather agitated. I bade her Good Morning and asked what was wrong.
“Oh Sir Chaucer, it’s me sister, she’s gone and taken ill and I should be with her in Exeter but there’s my two young-uns to take care of and I can’t afford to take them and they’re such naughty girls ‘cos they’re comin on heat for the boys and there’s you to look after….”
I stopped her rapid flow of explanation and. in much trepidation asked if perhaps she could leave the girls in my charge while she went to Exeter to see her sister? I say I was in trepidation because the last time I had seen the girls, about two years ago, they were definitely ‘little girls’ satisfied to play with dolls and the such like, now, ‘coming on heat for the boys’. Oh I did hope I had not let myself in for a stack of trouble but on the other hand, were these two fresh bottoms to spank, should I once again start on the adventure of knowing my history?
Mrs B****** was talking again and I barely registered her thanks as two girls, young women really, appeared at her side. Within a year of each other they were of a similar height and smallness of build. Both with a shock of true blond hair they looked the picture on innocence as they were introduced.
“This one is June” spoke Mrs B***** “She’s the oldest and this one is July”. They both bobbed in a small curtsy as they were introduced and then I heard Mrs B***** continuing “They can stay in the spare room so they’re ready to look after you Sir, and if they get out of line or annoy you just give them a good spanking or take a switch to their bare backsides” Ah, here was what I had looked forward to, another adventure to appease my appetite for spanking.
Soon, Mrs B***** had departed and the girls were unpacking my suitcases. I settled down with a cup of coffee contemplated the coming week. I should be there to write but, what chance was I to get with two girls to keep an eye on. Or, maybe I wanted to keep an eye on the girls and use the experience in my writing, I wondered what could we do?
The coast path to the next village would be good, wear them out a bit. A relax and a swim on the private beach, how about skinny dipping I thought because I was so attracted to their slim fresh bodies. Maybe I’d get the chance to…
My dreams were stopped when the two came in and asked what I wanted for dinner? They were apparently being well behaved and I suggested a walk to the local pub where we could get pasties. They were delighted and so, I got changed into my ‘Devon walking clothes’ and we set off, the girls darting ahead, hiding behind bushes to surprise me and generally enjoying themselves so much that the two mile walk seemed to pass in a haze of fun and pleasure.
Soon, seated in the pub garden, I asked the girls what they wanted. “Pasties and Scrumpy” came the double reply”
“Pasties yes” I agreed “but Scrumpy, I don’t know about that, you hardly seem old enough”. Their faces fell at that and June spoke up “Me Mam lets us have a small glass of scrumpy when we come here, she says it helps us grow up and sleep at night”
Well, it seemed ‘no contest’ so I ordered three pasties, one pint of scrumpy and two glasses of the same for the girls. I was thankful indeed that the serving maid did not put the lie to the girls request for scrumpy and soon we were tucking in. Oh the first taste of home made pastie and scrumpy in Devon, I knew I was in heaven, in the garden of Eden with two delightful companions!
Drinks finished we started away to the local shop where I could get a couple of ounces of the local tobacco for my pipe and maybe a few sweets for the girls. I was much amused by the girls skipping gaily down the road and we entered the shop. What a mistake, the girls immediately dived on the sweet counter demanding this and that until I ordered them to wait outside in such a voice that they went as quietly as two mice in a Church. Attended by the shop keeper I purchased my tobacco and as he was handing me change from my five pounds, he muttered “Eeel ave truble wiv em two Sir, many’s the time I seed em get into fuss and bover wen their mum’s nay arund”.
Hastily I thanked him and departed to find the two girls sitting demurely on a bench and, soft as I am, their faces became happy as I handed a small chocolate bar to each with the stern warning “That was awful behaviour in the shop, any more of that today and I’m going to be spanking you both before bedtime. Now, lets away to home”
And so we went. The walk quite happily quiet so I could hear the bird song and the distant rumble of a tractor until my peace was disturbed by “Your Fault”, “Twasnt”, “Yes it was then” and I had to order silence. One Hundred or so yards later they were at it again, once more I order “Silence!” and added “Any more and your bottoms will get mighty warm”.
Two hundred yards this time and they started again. I’d had enough and ordered a complete halt. They stopped and looking rather sheepish, apologised but I decided this was not enough. Looking around I spied a fallen tree of just the right height for them to bend over and soon had guided each, bottom in the air over it.
Turning their skirts up I saw two pretty bottoms encased in tight, school uniform like panties. I so wanted to take them down but instead and in turn, gathered the cotton together to fall in between the swell of their pale cheeks and started to spank, each squeaked in turn and asked “No More Please Sir” and “We’ll be so good” but to no avail as I spanked my way to a dozen each.
I paused and looked at my work, noting the redness and, the outline of womanhood hiding beneath stretched material between their legs and landed a couple more slaps as before I allowed them to stand, their apologies now seemed sincere and I warned them to be good for the rest of the day or else It would be a switch on their bare bottoms instead of just a spanking!
Arriving home, myself in a state of wonder at those two spanked bottoms, the girls set about making an evening meal and generally tidying up. Later, the meal consumed with delight and, there being no television, we played Gin Rummy at which I ignored their obvious cheating and, listened to the Archers and the Navy Lark on the radio.
Eventually, well into tiredness myself I ordered the two girls into bed at which, much to my surprise, they wish me good night and departed with little noise. It was not long before I too climbed the wooden hill, opened their door and could see the outline of those two beautiful bodies in dreamy-sleep and thence, settled into my own bed with happy, sexy thoughts and was soon asleep.
Morning came with a gentle knock of my door and sunlight glistening through the gaps in the curtains. “Come in” I spoke and was soon besieged by the two girls still in night dresses standing at the end of my bed. What a vision of a lovely morning I thought, near transparent gowns exposing the shape of newly formed breasts and the outline of a small ‘w’ being their developing womanhood between their legs. I was well aware of my morning erection lifting the sheets as I was barraged by “What are we doing today”, “Please let us go swimming”. Reluctantly I ordered them out to make me coffee and boil some eggs while I got dressed.
Hmmm, I thought, Mrs B****** back tomorrow, I don’t need to set off for home until after dinner, I’ve just got today to enjoy the company of these two angels, lets try a walk along the coast path followed by a swim at the private beach. Oh, I shan’t remind them about costumes, maybe they’ll forget and I can feast my eyes on their charms while they skinny-dip. And so, I was dressed in a dream and headed towards the breakfast table.
They had done well with the table, set properly with a steaming pot of coffee and soon, eggs set down in front of me and they took to their own chairs and also cracked eggs. They were perfect, both the eggs, their behaviour and to gaze on and, after eating I expounded on the proposal for today.
To say they were happy is an understatement, it seemed obvious that treats such as I was giving them came few and far between so, full of joy they cleared the table, washed the dishes and we set off. The path was more overgrown than I remembered and I warned the girls, skipping gaily around, to stay clear of the edge because I don’t want to be climbing down to rescue them or for that matter, call out the coast guard to effect a rescue!
It was a happy walk though, even more so when I stood behind the girls while they clambered over gates thus giving me chance to see their bottoms outlined under skimpy dresses and we soon enough reached the village where we had sandwiches and soft drinks in a café. They had wanted a public house dinner again but gave in gracefully when I reminded them of their behaviour and spanking after just the small glass of scrumpy yesterday. Obviously they could still feel the effect of the spanking in the open air yesterday!
After we had eaten and restored our energy, well, my energy for those two had boundless reserves, I allowed them to step down to the beach warning them that I should only be a few minutes and, they were not to get dirty. They went scurrying away and I turned my attention to selecting some post cards, paying the bill and visiting the toilet. Coming out of the café-shop I looked for the girls on the beach, nowhere to be seen! I scanned the beach more carefully, yes I had spotted them…
Oh dear, sitting in the wet sand which would be staining their dresses I observed and called them to me. “Turn around” I said as they arrived and, just as I thought, a dirty wet stain on each bottom, I was cross and said so with a couple of slaps to each wet patch in full view of shopkeepers and holiday makers. Subdued, we set off for home, me contemplating wet bottoms in front of me and they, no doubt thinking about the spanking they might get later for dirtying their dresses!
However, the day being bright and warm, the birds singing and the occasional rabbit darting across a field I couldn’t stay cross and the girls demeanour also brightened in return. It was not long, as they were picking blackberries for a pie and, sloes for their mother to turn into powerful Gin, that we reached the path to the beach, should I let them go I wondered and soft-hearted as I am, also looking forward to naked bodies I allowed them down to the beach where I intended to sit and rest for a while.
The girls had other ideas, swimming and dipping in rock pools and the such like and near enough demanded to be allowed to do these things. Questioning them about the lack of swim suits they replied that they often swum without a stitch on and there wasn’t anyone around anyway and so, I allowed them to play, observing their delightful bodies and thinking “No one around, who am I? A Ghost perhaps”. Little did I remember that I was some sort of a ghost!
After about an hour I called them out of the water to get dressed. Deafness seemed the name of the game so I called again to no response. Eventually I had to get up, walk to the shore and give a warning that their bottoms would be on fire if they did not get dressed at once! That did the trick and they gaily darted past me and shrugged into their dresses while I walked slowly back to gather up my packages and we started on the last mile or so towards home.
Part way there and a fence to climb over and July, not paying attention fell and displayed all the private nakedness between her legs, she had no underwear on and being a natural blond had only the sparsest of hairs covering her vagina!
Helping her up I questioned both about the lack of undergarments just to received the reply “We could get sore down there if we put them on while we’re damp so we let our parts dry out properly before putting theem on”. I could only accept this as fact and, we went on our way but, something had changed. They went out of their way to bend, or squat in my vision to show me their hidden charms. I was beside myself, I didn’t know if I should spank them for lewdness or take advantage of what was offered.
Nearly at the cottage now and arguments broke out again, ‘Me’, ‘You’, ‘Was’, ‘Wasn’t’ rebounded off the trees as I roared “SILENCE” and ordered them into the cottage, in the shower immediately, put your dirty dresses in the wash and then, into your night gowns for the rest of the evening!
They squealed in surprise as they headed towards the shower, stopping only to dump their dresses in the washing machine and soon I heard the splash of water and giggles as they presumably washed each other. Still cross I ordered “Out Now!” and reminded them about night gowns and, that I was thinking that they probably should be sent to bed without tea. Subdued again, they scuttled off and reappeared 10 minutes later in near transparent night gowns with abject apologies.
“Very well” I accepted their apologies and promises to be good “You may go and make tea and later I might play rummy with you BUT you will get a spanking before bed and, if there’s any more misbehaviour, that’ll become a severe switching, understand me? Now I think that you should go and make a salad for tea and quietly pay attention to what you are doing so I don’t hear and fuss and bother”
At that they nodded silently, their eyes glistening as they contemplated what I had just said and possibly also, the bed time spanking to come and so, while I washed and changed the salad was made and set on the table with everything in it’s correct position. Soon we were all munching away and I congratulated the girls on a job well done and set them to clearing the table and washing up.
Rejoining me after about 15 minutes they asked if they could get the cards out and I allowed that. Soon we were playing with the stern admonishment “Any more cheating and I spank you for each penny I lose” and soon I was up by twelve pennies and down because I was sure they were cheating but couldn’t work out how…
The initial game being over I needed the toilet and decided to use the one outside and, oh dear, as I passed through the kitchen, no washing up had been done! Crossly I demanded the girls to come into the kitchen and explain themselves. Sheepishly first one, then the other appeared and they remarked “We forgot Sir”.
“You Forgot” I said in a ‘Sir’ tone of voice designed to make them tremble “It’s not as if I told you yesterday to do the washing up. I told you immediately after tea to wash up, you didn’t have chance to forget, you deliberately ignored what I asked you to do and that definitely means the switch before bed. Now, do that washing up and then up to your room and await me!”
At that I attended to my toilet and, spotting a pair of secaturs hanging on the wall, took them and cut several switches from the willow tree. Trying them through the air where I knew the girls could see me through the kitchen window I was satisfied with their whippiness and weight and, stalked back through the kitchen hearing sobs as the girls finally did the washing up.
In about five minutes I saw the girls go silently to the steps, climb and heard their door shut so, put my feet up and contemplated the day, the punishment to come and, the sight of their naked bodies and bottoms and imagined the squirming as I landed the switch repeatedly on that smooth, bare flesh. You can imagine my pego was straining to be let free but instead I just stroked myself for a while and restrained ejaculation for after the events to come.
Eventually I went upstairs and, before visiting the girls, decided to shrug off my clothes in favour of a belted dressing gown which would be much more comfortable and, perhaps more convenient if my straining penis demanded it’s way into either, or both of those love tunnels!
Passing into their room, both were under the blankets trying perhaps to show that they were asleep I ordered them out of bed and to stand in front of me. I sternly addressed them about their behaviour and demanded ‘Hands in the air’ as I stooped and lifted first one, then the other night-dress over their heads. Their hands immediately flew to cover their breasts and pubes but to no avail as I put their hands on their heads with the command ‘Keep them there until I give you permission to remove them!’
Now I continued to address them “You will each have a good hand spanking followed by as much of the switch as I think proper. June, you will be first, July, stand in the corner facing the wall and don’t move until I tell you!”
Sitting I pulled June over my knee and then, hand between her legs, shuffled her forwards so her bottom was well presented and started to spank. Blow after blow I landed, stopping occasionally to observe the redness and, to run my fingers between her bottom hole and vagina. I wanted to insert my fingers in the delightful entrance but resisted and continued to spank until she was crying, weeping and squirming.
Letting her up I guided her to the other corner, put her hands on her head, crossed the room and brought July to the same position as her recently chastised sister. The bottom and it’s associated charms were a year younger and perhaps not quite so well developed but, just the same my hand rose and fell, stopped to investigate her wetness, rose and fell again and again until she also was sobbing and wriggling to escape the pain. Gently I lifted her and guided her back to her own corner, of course, placing her hands firmly on her head at the same time.
Stepping back I observed my work, two gloriously red bottoms, knees crossing and trying to press together to ease the ache but, not succeeding because of the wideness of their hips and, slenderness of their thighs. I announced “Now the switch, go and lie on your front, on your beds”.
One by one they eased themselves flat on their beds and, from each in turn, I took the pillow, put my hand between their legs to raise them and, slipped the pillow in the gap created so to present a better target.
Now I wondered where to start, two almost identical bottoms presented, I think I’ll have ‘that one first” and so, the switch landed without warning, the girl screamed and I saw a thin line appear across the redness. Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, and I see the six red lines raise up and hear the almost continuous ‘no more, can’t stand it, stooooop pleeeese’ mixed with sobs. I stopped and moved to the other bed where I found…
Ah, this was June, lying on her back, arms and legs spread apparently refusing punishment, I tried to turn her over but she struggled and shouted “You’re not doing that to me, I don’t deserve it”. No use fighting I thought and quick as anything, I start to tickle her tummy. That did it, legs fold up to stop the tickling and I grabbed her ankles and quickly brought them up and tucked them under the bead-head frame. I had her now in the perfect position for punishment though, thinking I’d have to be careful near the exposed, bulging fig since I didn’t want to damage her womanhood.
Stepping back I proceeded to lay the switch across the backs of her legs and, just missing her tunnel of love, lower on her stretched buttocks while she screamed and wriggled. After about eight, maybe nine strokes I stopped and released her legs at which she curled up into a sobbing ball.
Covering them both with their sheets, I left them to their sobs and departed to my own room, my flagpole demanding attention I laid on my bed and stroked until the milky fluid gave a happy release. After cleaning myself I too covered up and slept until woken about two am by the girls entering and slipping, naked, one each side, into my bed. I felt hands gently exploring my manhood which was once again ready for action and, did some exploring myself, and yes, I could still feel the tramlines of punishment over the hot bottoms. Eventually we all sleep entwined like a nest of snakes.
Morning came and the girls were gone, only to reappear at the door saying that breakfast will soon be ready. Once again I dressed and went downstairs to find a beautifully set table and, two humble and neatly dressed girls apologising for their behaviour yesterday and, ‘Please don’t tell our mam that we slept with you’…
Well, this is a pickle I thought, I slept with them but, did not sleep with either of them and so I decided. “I’ll be telling your mother that you have been a bit naughty and that I’ve punished you. However, I don’t think there any need to mention the comfort you took last night. Now let us enjoy our breakfast”.
Gently they sat, obviously feeling the continuing effect of the switch and breakfast was quiet but enjoyable, readily they cleared the table and, really did do the washing up while I packed my cases and took them to my car, checked as always, oil, water, tyres and everything ready to go and went back in to find the girls generally cleaning around. I invited them to sit for a while and we played gin rummy, for matches this time since I didn’t want to be cheated out of and more pennies and eventually, we heard Mrs B****** come through the door.
Bright and breezy she blurts out “Me sister’s better Sir, I hope the girls have been well behaved and I really hope you’ll come again and you don’t owe me anything for this holiday ‘cos you looked after em”.
Oh my, how that woman could go on so, stopping her I gave sparse details of the switching, she clucked a bit but I assured her that I was overall very happy with the girls and, I definitely would wish to use the cottage as a holiday home in the future. With that I stood, gave each of the girls a hug, having a little feel at their bottoms as well, made by goodbyes to Mrs B****** with a few pounds pressed into her hand. Went to my car and with a cheery wave, drove off.
Slowly I increased my speed as I joined the main road and, to my horror the car seemed to continue to increase speed all on it’s own. I was out of control and heading into oblivion, my head swimming and I woke with a start in my own bed. Miss J**** bending solicitously over me wiping my brow with a cooling cloth.
Shakily I asked for a drink, I knew the malaria had passed and, having soothed my dry throat, asked Miss J**** to fetch her pencil and shorthand pad so that she could record my so recent memories before they also faded away into oblivion.
End
