My neighbor

fille Spencer was our next-door neighbor when I was growing up. She was a old maid, whatever that was. She taught side at the high gear schooltime and all the parents in our neighborhood liked her. She not only volunteered for many neighborhood committees and organized region block political party and the welcome Plough, she looked out for the neighborhood tyke in the summer. She was about Mom's age. As a kid, I recognized that they weren't motion-picture show stars, but I thought both of them were pretty, especially when they dressed up. Mom was a brunette, missy Spencer a blonde. Miss Spencer was improbable than Mom. Besides looks, which were crucial, Mom and Miss Spencer had different personalities. At to the lowest degree to a little kid, Miss Spencer always seemed happy whereas Mom seemed worried to the highest degree of the clip, sort of frazzled. miss Spencer seemed quiet, like she could handle whatever came.

Her business taking aid of kids in the summer thrived. Kids could stay right in the neighborhood if Miss Spencer took them, for the summertime, so pick-up and drop was conclusion to menage. nearly Thomas Kid she took could walk to Miss Spencer's house in a pinch. She was very dependable and didn't complain if parents were a piffling late picking the tike up. Parents could even, if they planned it, leave their kids with Miss Spencer for a couplet of daytime and get away. So, in the summertime there were generally three or four kids at her home during the day, and, since most Thomas Kid were only small fry, maybe an supererogatory kid that night, or very rarely two. Mom loved her. She made Mom's life much easier.

Since we only saw Dad every once in a while, having Miss Spencer following door was very convenient for her. Once, Mom even left me with her when she took a vacation to New York City by herself. I really didn't thinker. That's all Mom could tattle about for a couple of months after she got back and I loved staying with Miss Spencer.

The number 1 yr that young woman Spencer took care of me during the summer, Mom emphasized one affair to me before she took me over to her house. Unlike Mom, Miss Herbert Spencer believed in spanking unruly tyke. Mom never spanked me at all, but girl Spencer had Mom sign a release to set aside spanking. Mom thought about this, and we talked about it. She emphasized Miss Herbert Spencer expected to be obeyed. Mom further told me she expected me to obey young lady Spencer. All this vehemence made me a slight scared when I was taken over to her sign the first day of the outset year I stayed with her in the summer. She was, after all, a gamey schoolhouse teacher, and I was in elemental school. I knew how mean value the heights schoolhouse kids were and so I was pretty a lot in awe of anyone who could operate them. Despite the direful word of advice, it didn't turn out that way. Miss Spencer, who I had known slightly all my life history, was surefooted I would delight the summertime and we would go dandy Quaker. Two other kids from the neck of the woods stayed with her that summertime, Katy, who was two years onetime than I, and Heather, who was my age. I wasn't really enthusiastic about playing with girls all summer, but Miss Spencer pointed out that there were plenty of boys who had a couplet of babe and no brothers, so she thought I would survive.

In any case, Miss Spencer had something for us to do every day. I made a wallet for Dad, as an example, and a candle for Mom and potholders and salt and pepper mover and shaker that Mom used every day after. I think she still has them, at least she did long time later when I finished college. slyness like that only took up a lot of our day. Miss Spencer was unlike from Mom in another way. At home plate, Mom took care of all the cleansing and meal planning. At girl Herbert Spencer's we took care of ourselves. We made our own lunch under superintendence, cleaned up after ourselves, and did all sorting of little chores around the menage. With all that, we still had plenty of prison term to ourselves to act or read or just watch TV or maneuver with our phones or video games. Sometimes we'd go to museums, or the library, or take tours of mill and the local newspaper publisher and all sorts of other fun things that'd I'd seen on TV but didn't have a good deal experience with. Miss Spencer didn't spank us at all, ever. During that offset year, she never even threatened to. I asked her about it and she just smiled and said as long as I behaved, I had nothing to care about. Given Mom's word of advice, misfire Herbert Spencer's scuttlebutt had quite an essence on me. I behaved. I was a good boy generally, understand, but I was careful to be on my Charles Herbert Best conduct at Miss Spencer's. The missy were too, we all behaved.

In addition to the inside of the house, missy Spencer had a garden in her backyard where she grew vegetable of all sorts. Having grown up in the suburban area of a big city, none of us had much to do with gardens but all of us learned a lot about them from Miss Spencer as we learned about a lot of things.

Katy was our leader that first year, she was onetime and had stayed with Miss Spencer the year before, so was experienced, but she was very courteous. I liked her a lot. Heather, on the former hand, liked me more than than I liked her. You could distinguish, it wasn't anything I could taper to, but her interest in me was evident. She coupled this with a tendency to be bossy which I didn't like at all. She was always explaining to me the flop way to do things and how I ought to act towards women and how she was equal, whatever that meant, and how a lot I generally didn't know and she did. She was a minor pain in an otherwise fun summertime vacation from shoal.

When school started up, I missed miss Spencer and Katy and even heather mixture. I didn't talk of the town to Katy at school, except to say"Hi ”, she was always with the big kids. I saw Heather more, but she wasn't in my course of instruction, and when I did see her, I was actually glad. That shoal year I went over to girl Spencer's a lot on Saturday. She gave me little task to assist her around the house. Mom used to ask her what her arcanum was, she couldn't do anything to get me to aid. But I did all sorting of things to serve fille Spencer, like pulling weeds and taking out the garbage and other slight tasks that came up. Miss Herbert Spencer would express joy and say that's how kids are. When she got me alone she did tell me that it was a petty let down to hear that I wasn't helping Mom out much, after all Mom had me and a job. After that little public lecture, I did more around our house, the petty chores that I did routinely at Miss Herbert Spencer's, like pick up after myself. I started taking out the refuse when it needed it rather than waiting for Mom to tell me to do it and hoping that she'd just do it instead of telling me. I even took the attack aircraft carrier to the curb on pick-up solar day and brought it back to the garage in the evening. I did Miss Spencer's too. I even started helping to clean up after supper, girl Spencer had pointed out that I knew how to do that since she had taught me. In this way, young lady Herbert Spencer helped alleviate Mom's life sentence as well as have me a honest kid, More aware of the feelings of others.

I grew up like this, with Dad on the periphery of my life story, but with affair revolving around Mom and Miss Spencer. The cast of small fry at Miss Spencer's changed. I was the only constant. After the outset couple of age the kids were always younger, so I was always the leader with an assortment of son and girls for my followers. I was a in effect kid, a little nerdy I hypothesis, and not very popular in school, but my lifespan was very pleasant. I liked it when Miss Spencer referred to me as her assistant. That made me experience important and so I took my responsibility seriously. I taught the early kids how to wash and put away the dishes because fille Spencer didn't like the dishwasher, for example and all the other chores and foxiness she came up with to sustain us busy. I did see her spank a couple of Thomas Kid in those year. One never came back to the star sign, so we started out with four and ended up with three for the summer. One, who, at the first, just didn't want to do anything, straightened up and started doing his share.

When I got in High schooltime, I quit going over to Miss Spencer's except to help her now and again. She always had cookie and lemonade and other treats. She didn't buy much in the computer storage, but seemed to earn everything from fixings. It was really good.

I got through high school School OK, but I was never a particularly good student. I went to the state of matter college because they had to take all the high schoolhouse graduates of accredited state high schools and because it gave me a vast tuition discount. schooling was hard and lonely and I had to work, but I got through in six geezerhood owing no money.

Mom got remarried during my first base year at college to some guy who lived in Golden State. Dad lived in Louisiana. Which left me with no plate in the state of matter. I was worried I would lose my base Department of State discount so I wrote to Miss Spencer and explained it all and asked if I could use her address as my rest home instead of one of my parents. She said she was happy to do that. It was just born that I started going over to her firm for holidays and when I drove back to my hometown on a weekend off. I kept in touch with Mom on the computer, but I wrote misfire Spencer a match of meter a month and she always wrote back. Being an English teacher, she thought writing letter of the alphabet was important. I do n't know about that but I can tell you both of them got me over a lot of humps.

While I was in college, Mom, at her age, had another kid, which really surprised me when she announced it was coming. That kid was added to a duo of dance step kids of her married man, so they had a five person class, which was pretty big. Mom did get to stay home and so she was very happy every time I talked with her, which was quite a change from when I was growing up. As it was I remained a headache in her biography, but became pretty much her only worry. She worried that I was lonely, that I'd do something silly, or one of a thousand things she saw on the news that weren't going to happen because I was too engaged and didn't have the imagination to screw up some Kyd had. I was a footling lonely, I didn't have many ally at school, and between work and classes almost all my clip was accounted for.

Miss Spencer kept on with her liveliness. Mom was in her former 40's so I guess drop Herbert Spencer was too, but she didn't talk about herself much in her letter of the alphabet, which were always anticipated and enjoyed. We wrote a lot about what I wanted to do in sprightliness and we talked a lot about our summers spent together. I told her how scared I was first meeting her, scared she was going to paddle me and be generally mean. She expressed some surprise, she said I always seemed to enjoy coming over, which I agreed I did. She kept all my letter of the alphabet, I wrote her from college, which was quite a number. She showed me later.

During the time I was downstate, Miss Spencer got promoted to assistant principal and then, a year later, retired from school, and quit pickings in kids. She told me that there were just too many regulations to follow and, while she enjoyed teaching and minor, it wasn't worth the aggravation. I put two and two together and decided changing normal on how children were disciplined which was drifting away from corporal penalty, had caused her ‘ retreat ’. In fact they even passed a law against it and had drive against"child abuse ”. young woman Herbert Spencer wrote she didn't really need the money, but she did lose the company. I guess we were both a minuscule lonesome my last yr in college.

Anyway, time passed, and after I finally got my level in journalism I resolved to relocate back to my hometown rather than California because I was worried about my limited resources. Miss Spencer invited me to stay at her mansion while I got settled and I accepted her generous offering. I did drive out and see Mom in California. She had a whole new aliveness there and, while she was very glad to see me it was obvious I was just a visitant in her California plate. Her husband seemed nice. Their kids were a little too rambunctious for my taste sensation and loud.

All in all, I was ready to head home when I headed back to Miss Spencer's. Pulling up in her driveway, in my old region, brought back a lot of pleasant retention. It really made me feel like I was home again. She came to the door looking pleased to see me, and peaceful. I was really glad to see her. It was winter and her house was hollow except for her, and she showed me to one of her spare bedrooms and I moved what stuff and nonsense I had in. My car, 10 years old, but still ticking with 200,000+ mil sat in her driveway. We talked all that evening about my experiences and my plans. The first order of commercial enterprise was a job to get money coming in. I'd saved some, but not enough to experience for very long waiting for the perfect job. I told her I decided to Major in Journalism ; which, in retrospect wasn't the Best decision I'd ever made it wasn't as unmanageable as some major. Surprisingly she said she'd always thought I'd realise a dependable teacher. I wasn't so for sure. My terminal few years had decreased rather than increased the amount of patience I felt. She cautioned me about taking just any job, recommending that I wait for the decent opportunity, but I had become accustomed to providing for myself and was conscious of the need to start bringing in money. After the news on TV, I went to my room and slept like a baby.

young woman Spencer had a Wi-Fi hot bit and a desktop computer to connect her to the Internet. I was used to the Internet connecting me to all personal manner of resources and information, so connecting my laptop to it using her network was one of my first Holy Order of stage business. I not only had a printer to use with my so I could impress sketch and other things I needed without relying on memory, everything worked pretty much like it had at college.

Which was, to be reliable though, mostly why I got the Internet hooked up as soon as possible. I looked forward to being able to access porn again. I'd gotten so I really enjoyed it in college and everybody did it and I missed it. It was great to get up and running and large to entertain myself again.

I went looking for workplace every day. I wanted something a dance step up from a fast-food junction, but a job that gave me some tractableness when a better chance presented itself so I ended up working at a grocery store depot in the green goods department. It was dull, but I made some money. Miss Spencer encouraged me not to take on the job and continue looking for a well opportunity, but I was adamant. She tried to change by reversal down my offer to pay rip saying my troupe was requital enough. We ended up deciding on $ 300 a calendar month, and I determined to buy plenty of groceries.

For a month, everything worked exactly as planned. Then came the night which changed everything, it was a Monday, I think, I was looking forward to my two mean solar day off that week from the grind of the produce department, when Miss Spencer came to me looking very serious.

"Do you have everything you need on the computer ?"was the opening. I was a petty puzzled and replied in the affirmative. Then she asked me another strange interrogative sentence, whether I remembered a conversation we'd had that first summer I'd stayed with her. I was perplexed and told her so.

"Really, you don't think us talking about spanking and how I said you had nothing to worry about as long as you behaved ?"

This conversation, I thought, was turning very strange. She then confronted me with a story of all my visit to porn web site since I moved in. I turned red and then a small mad, what commercial enterprise did she have examining what websites I visited ? She didn't let it get further,"Do you shout that behaving ?"

Caught off guard duty I stammered out something which didn't even make sense to me. She grabbed me by the pinch and dragged me into the living room and sat down in her big overstuffed chair where she had pre-positioned a paddle with a medallion on the handle ( ! ) on the arm, waiting.

She sat down and her skirt rose up just a small and I thought during the confusion that she has pretty legs. I was having those intellection, which were causing the commencement of an erection, and totally bedevil, when she picked up the paddle and said,"yield down your trousers."

She had never acted like this in all the days I knew her and I couldn't figure out what to do until she raised her voice, and said,"Now !"

Without fully comprehending all this, I did it. Then, with my trousers around my ankles and my hard-on hidden by my hands as it kept growing, she motioned to her lap. In a daze I did it, I laid across her lap. I felt her pluck down the back of my briefs and hear her say,"You will behave in this house, or you will get what you deserve ”, and she smacked my butt with the paddle. I whimpered,"No."

"Yes, it's what you deserve, so drop out whining ”, and she hit me again with the boat paddle. I yelled out a small louder.

She said,"I thought you'd whine about it, here ”, and she shoved something balmy and silky in my sass that muffled the rest of my groan and even nascent cries as she spanked me good and toilsome.

All this time my erection was rubbing up and down on her lap and as it grew to its maximal size, but she kept spanking. I was crying, a full-grown man, crying. I couldn't believe how the spanking was making me sense. Even in this state of agitation I realized she must bear felt my hard on, and that had to cease her, there was absolutely no way she could miss it. But she didn't even pause, she just kept paddling until finally I couldn't control my hard-on any more and I just started spewing cum, while crying. This caused her to spank harder and harder until the spasms quit and I had come like I had never come before. It was the first time I'd come without masturbating, to be honest.

When I was totally fagged she ordered,"Get up. Take those panty out of your lip and pull those trouser up with your hired hand and go back to your room and believe about this. If you don't get together my standards of behavior in this sign, you can impart, or you will be spanked until you do meet those standards. Do you interpret ?"

I looked down at the pantie in my hand that had been in my mouth. pantie, I couldn't believe it. It was obvious I had been crying and her lap was all wet with my sperm. She was sitting holding the panties and looking calmly directly into my eyes.

"Yes, Miss Spencer."

I started back to my room.

"And you can do the backwash tomorrow and clean this mess up."

"Yes, young woman Spencer."

"good. I think we have an intellect then."

She must have got heard me masturbating that night but I couldn't help it, I tried. I woke up in the morning with my butt end still blazing and thinking about the eve before. I masturbated again.

miss Spencer came to my room with a washables basket and announced,"sentence for breakfast, my laundry is in this basket for you to do. That will be the inaugural affair you do after breakfast."

I helped her with breakfast and the cleansing without saying a word. She went back to I my room with me and made sure I got the soiled panties that had been in my mouth, and then I put them and the apparel I was wearing the live on eventide, in the basket for the wash.

misfire Spencer followed me into the garage, and watched as I loaded the washer. As I was about to terminate, she looked at me and said,"Don't you know to secernate delicates from veritable wash ?"

I didn't know what she was talking about."No, Miss Spencer."

She then proceeded to lecture me on exactly how the washables should be done, what goop to use for what incumbrance, which point to wash together, what temperature for the water for each kind of clothes and which items could dry in the dryer and which she preferred hung outside. Her slip and scanty that she was wearing along with the panty I had in my mouth were ‘ delicates'which required all sorts of extra handling and max and were hung outside to dry. She showed me the rope business line that was attached to a pulley so I could hang the items up with clothespins from the windowpane right beside the automatic washer and use a pulley to move them out into the yard and take them in the same way. She described exactly how to do all the laundry and named several early detail that were not in that load which should be hung up. It was both humiliating and exciting to be laundering woman's underwear. Which caused me to go back in to the family with a hard on, which was very noticeable. Miss Spencer ignored it while she praised me for listening so carefully to her instructions.

Her invitation to come in the kitchen for a collation was more an ordering than an invitation, she announced it and turned around and started walking. I followed, though I wasn't looking forward to sitting on a grueling kitchen chair, it had been uncomfortable at breakfast. She went to the buttery and got out a cushion and threw it on the floor by the chair she was going to sit in with the comment,"Most children were more well-off sitting on the cushion instead of on a hard floor after they had been spanked."I started to ask her why she didn't put the shock on a chair, but I thought about it and I just sat down. It was more comfortable than breakfast, though a little strange sitting on the floor. She said,"Wait here, I'll be back in a minute of arc"and left the room.

I was thinking both how strange this view of things was and of memories it brought back to me. Miss Spencer was back in a moment with a kit of some kind. She got me some lemonade and cookies from and commented,"I don't suppose these will ruin the tiffin of a boy who has been good this morning."The bite was practiced and I was ready for it. I started on it, savoring the cooky when Miss Spencer took off her shoes and commenced to give herself a pedicure with me watching inches from her foot. I instantly got an hard-on as I understood what she was doing and I was mesmerized. I couldn't look at anything else as she carefully applied the nail brush up remover with trivial cotton fiber testis then filed each toenail to a hone length and put little cotton fiber balls between her toes and applied vivid red nail gloss. Once again, I couldn't aid it. I was prisoner of my erection and watched every particular while her vocalism droned on in the background knowledge. I was snapped out of my castle in Spain when she said,"Well, you certainly are paying close attention. Would you like to help ?"I nodded my brain but kept my eyes focused on her feet."Good, why don't you blow on my toes to help dry them ?"

It was like I was drugged, an"OK"gurgled out and I leaned forward on my hands and put my oral fissure close to her toes and started blowing.

She giggled and said,"That's very expert ”, but she moved her feet away so I had to lean further forward to keep it up. I did this for a few bit and the sexual tension was overwhelming. She'd pull her foot up and wiggle her toes every couple of minute of arc and say,"Not dry yet ”, and advance her feet toward my nerve, not quite as far as she had before, until I was completely on all four-spot in front of her. She teased me. I know she did it deliberately, but I couldn't stay or say anything as she moved her feet from face to side and follow me cringe to stay fresh on blowing.

"They're dry, it's been half an 60 minutes"snapped me out of the scene. I felt like it had been both an wink and an eternity and my sassing was dry as I rocked back.

"Now take the cotton balls from between my toes and put them with the rest of these in the trash and I'll let you put everything back in its place in my pedicure kit."

"Yes Miss Herbert Spencer ”, even to me my voice sounded foreign.

I carefully took the cotton from between the toes and the cotton fiber she had used for the sail through culture remover to the trash and came back in front of her and without giving any house anything was unusual. She showed me how all the items fit back in her kit and zipped it up and put it back on the board. She put her hands under her thighs and started swinging her feet."Would you care to put my shoes and wind sock back on for me ?"

"Yes, Miss Spencer."I got down on my hands and knees as she handed me one of her windsock and pointed her toes and held her base up for me. I put the sock on with some difficulty, which she didn't comment on, then we did the other animal foot. In silence I then put her skid back on her and laced them and tied them.

"That was very well. See, you can be a good boy when it pleases you. If I can teach you to be a honest boy all the time, it will be beneficial for both of us ”, and she got back up,

"Well, more than task need to be done,"and I took my cushion and chalk and put them up. I was in this sexual fog all afternoon, desperately wanting to ejaculate.

That afternoon Miss Spencer supervised everything I did, never giving me a secondly to myself to fuck off. She explained the right way and wrong way to do everything, and how she liked things. We had supper that night and I cleaned up while she sat at the kitchen table talking to me and watching everything I did. After I was finished, she stopped me from going to my elbow room, instead suggesting that we enjoy some fourth dimension together in the animation way. I was totally caught off safeguard, still trying to interpret the spanking, and sue the pedicure and thinking about masturbating, but agreed out of what was becoming wont as a great deal as anything. I thought things were getting pretty weird, but not totally unpleasant. miss Spence ordering me around was oddly inebriate.

I followed her into the living way where she sat down in her chair. I was going towards my usual berth on the sofa, where I'd sat since I moved in after college, when young lady Spencer stopped me with the suggestion,"seminal fluid over here and sit on the floor by my chairperson, like you used to do. think back how much fun we had ?"

I paused and hesitated just a indorsement. misfire Spencer was pointing to a topographic point by her animal foot in figurehead of her chair. I looked where she was pointing and hesitated a moment more than. I looked at her bare branch and sensible gamey heel skid and felt a get-go rousing. She was smiling and I was so excited I couldn't food waste. I walked over to her chair and sat down on the story. She rubbed my hair and said,"That's a good boy. This brings back great retentiveness, doesn't it ?"

"Yes, Miss Spencer."

She told me how much she missed the mean solar day when I was Lester Willis Young and obedient."In fact, I think you were the most obedient child I watched any summer. You were so sweet and wanted to please me and do everything rightfulness. I loved it."

"Yes, fille Spencer."

Then she started talking about ‘ the bad habits I'd picked up away from home ’, but she was sure since I was such a secure boy at mettle she knew she could get me back on the right track.

She crossed her legs and her understructure was almost in my face. She rocked it back and forth, as she turned on the TV. I watched it, almost hypnotized.

This went on for a few minutes. I couldn't keep my center off her foot thinking she must be noticing but she acted like nothing was unusual."I'm going to take my skid off and relax, is that OK ?"

I swallowed."Yes, miss Spencer."

I sat in a daze as she took first one skid then the other off and then her wind cone and put them in her horseshoe in the far side of meat of her professorship and crossed her legs again and began dipping her now bare foot up and down. I examined it closely. Her pedicure was gross, the refinement was red and I couldn't assistant myself, I couldn't. I stood it as long as I could.

"Miss Spencer ?"

"Yes ?"

I knew this would be a pregnant measure, but I was too energise not to tell her,"You have very pretty feet ”, gushed out.

She smiled and said,"Thank you"and wiggled her toes right in my face."That was very Nice and polite. I like that."

Her attention seemed to go back to the TV and mine back to watching her hypnotically rhythmic metrical unit, dangling just inches in front of my face.

With my middle transfixed on her foot the sexual feeling contined to overwhelm me and I cleared my throat,"misfire Spencer ?"

"Yes."

"Could I kiss your foot ?"

There, I'd said it. I couldn't help myself though I wanted to jerk off and that penury just took over my nous. I didn't know what to expect and I looked at her ready for anything. I figured the worse that could come would be another spanking, and that had some attraction.

"I don't know. Oh, I guess if you really want to, I suppose that's all rightfulness. You do think they're pretty, and you have been a good boy today."

I leaned over and kissed her foot closest to me, and, once started I couldn't stop with a niggling flock, as its tightfistedness and memory from this morning's pedicure washed over me. I hungrily licked it and sucked on her toes and licked between them. She offered the former foot and I did the Same, she rubbed her soles all over my face and I stuck out my spit as she rubbed it from heel to toe. This went on for several mo until she pulled her foot just tantalizingly out of reach and encouraged me to get on my script and genu and crawl after it. When I got over to the other side of her chair and she picked up her shoe one at a time and put them in front of my face encouraging me to lick them, smell them, and kiss them. I was in heaven.

She laughed a footling tinkling laugh,"My, my, that's more than just a round-eyed slight kiss on my foot ”, but she kept moving them, and me, around, getting me on my knee joint in the air as she held it up, taking me down to the earth where she used her other foot to hold on my hands from supporting me as I laid my brain flatbed on the floor and kept on smooching and licking. She got one substructure in under me and gestured for me to ferment over and started fondling my penis with her foot, as I lay with my head flat on the base and her former foot inside my mouth while she pulled it in and out and traced my rim with her toes. For the arcsecond night in a row I had my greatest climax of all meter. She kept her foot in my mouth shoving it in and out, in and out, through the unscathed thing. I shook and groaned for respective min with her moving her foot in my mouth, and then tantalizingly on my lips and back to my mouth. It was absolutely crazy.

When I was still and obviously finished, misfire Spencer got up and said,"Get up and get all this dirty wash and put it in the field goal for you to do tomorrow. And clean yourself up."But she said it with a smile.

She went down the hall toward her room. I'd put my pants and underwear in the laundry basket and gone into the privy to contain a exhibitor. I was drying off when fille Spencer came in without knocking. I looked at her open-mouthed as she said,"Here, put these on, they'll be comfortably for you, and put these with your laundry, you're responsible for this mess, after all. Then amount back into the living room."She'd changed into a human knee distance night-gown and threw some panties and the slip she had been wearing on the level and held out a pair of pink ruffled panties until I took them, then she turned and walked away.

I looked at the panties and first resolved not to fag them, then decided a confrontation was out of the doubtfulness and there would be a confrontation if I didn't wear them, because she expected to be obeyed. I felt the fact that she had allowed me to kiss and fondle her pes had compromised me in some way.

So I just put the pantie on and put her soiled delicates into the basket and returned to the support way where she was back sitting in her chair."seminal fluid on over here and sit down ”, and she motioned me back to the floor in front of her chair. Her ft were, again, column inch from my brass whenever I looked up.

I sat transfixed for a brace of endorsement as I realized her gown left much of her stage bare and the rocking back and Forth River with her legs began again. I wasn't entirely comfortable, though, things were just too bizarre.

I cleared my throat,"young lady Spencer ?"

"Yes ?"

"Why do I have to wear upon the scanty ?"

She looked at me."You seem to like making a raft all over yourself and causing me similar problem and that means gobs of washing. If we're both wearing the same type clothes that will make only one load, and, with the eccentric laundry it is, since you will be hanging it on the crinkle, there will be no need to run the dryer."

It sounded unknown but lucid. I'd never considered those things. I couldn't think of why it might be wrong, but, to be comely, my hard on was interfering with my thinking so I just said,"Oh. Thank you Miss Spencer."

"You're receive"and then she switched the TV back on with the remote control and went back to watching it while I watched her groundwork which she constantly moved from place to space, changing her position, a couple of times actually brushing my olfactory organ. I remained enthralled until after the news.

"Go ahead, I know you want to, and you've been such a good boy, kiss each of my animal foot once, just once now, and go to bed."She shook her finger at me smiling.

I leaned over and didn't touch her foundation with anything but my lip and kissed her feet, one and then the other."Thank you Miss Spencer."

"You're welcome"and she got up and went back to her room. I went back to my room and masturbated over and over. I couldn't help it, I couldn't think of anything but girl Spencer's foot and Miss Spencer spanking me. I was afraid of making too much noise, but I couldn't help making some, I just lost control. I couldn't think of anything else but Miss Spencer.

I'd made all sorting of plans for my two days off, the firstly day had gone without anything I'd planned getting done and the second base one was starting. lack Spencer sent me back to my room before breakfast to exact my pants off asking,"What's the head of the pantie if not to pass water the laundry more efficient ? Do you imagine I just like you in scanty ?"

I didn't want to do that, so I just went back to my room and took my pants off. I ended up eating breakfast, cleaning up and doing the wash in just the panties, with a raging hard on. Miss Herbert Spencer just watched and made sure I did everything correctly. Pinning the wash to the air almost caused me to cum, but I managed to curb myself. I came in and Miss Spencer headed back to the living room and her chairperson. She didn't have say anything as I took my piazza at her feet.

We sat there a few minutes her looking at some newspaper from the chain mail, me mesmerized by her feet. I screwed up my courage and said,"I had some errands to run on my off days."

"What could you have to do that you consider more important than home maintenance ?"

"I just had some personal errands."

"I'd planned on you polishing horseshoe today. You do have intercourse how to brush up brake shoe don't you ?"

"Yes, I was in an Honor Guard in Reserve Officers Training Corps, and I learned how to down everything."

"That's what I had planned for you today ”, she said, as if that closed the treatment, and she went back to her papers.

I cleared my pharynx and continued,"I have to go back to sour tomorrow."

She replied,"I let you have your way when you told me about it, but I wasn't really in favour of you getting a job. Do you like your job ?"

"No, missy Spencer, it's dull and dealing with the public is never fun, it's certainly not worth the fiddling they pay me."

"Give them notice tomorrow, there is heap for you to do around the house. For example, today I want my horseshoe polished ”.

With that she put the paper into envelopes, got up, went to her room and came back wearing flip-flop and carrying a couple of twain of shoes. One was the sensible John Brown shoes that had a match of inch hound and laces to tie. They were not the storm pair, though. I'd seen them before. The surprising shoes were a pair of the boot that came up over her articulatio genus. They must have been three human foot tall, black leather with five-inch heels."You can polish them on the kitchen storey while I work in the kitchen ”. She turned around to go to the kitchen leaving me to travel along her. I had an erection to go with the horseshoe. She just assumed that all talk of me running errands was ended, she'd made her conclusion and that was it, and I was in a sexual haze and in no state of matter to contradict her.

I asked her where she kept her horseshoe polish and brushes and easy cloths and cotton plant balls.

"Oh, dear, I'm afraid I don't have about of that, we'll have to go to the store to get it. She started for the door, got her headstone from the lure before and I pointed out all I had on was a T-shirt and panties. She laughed,"You can't very well go like that, can you. Do you have a pair of shorts ?"

"Yes, Miss Spencer."

"Well, let's go get those on, that's all we have time for, you can go barefooted and we can charter my car."She looked at me.

OK, I thought, I'll go in just shorts and a t-shirt like a little kid. I went back to my room to get them and she followed me and watched as I put the shorts on over the panties. They were gym shorts and had an elastic waistline and no pockets. Dressed, after a fashion, I followed her out the door and to her car and she drove us up to the topical anaesthetic discount department store.

I followed her as she pushed the cart and I showed her what we needed. I explained spew shining to her. We got all we needed and she said,"As long as we're here, we might as well make it a trip ”, and went over to the women's department and bought a clustering of pairs of panties, different color and fashion, some with frill, some not, but all very womanly and childish. I was completely embarrassed and had difficultness hiding my hard-on especially when she held the get-go pair up and asked if I thought they'd fit me. I didn't think anybody heard, but I answered in the affirmative. She didn't act like anything was unusual about this though, just commenting that I would need mickle of pantie due to my ‘ bad habits ’.

I mumbled,"Yes Miss Spencer ’, and we went through the automatic check-out demarcation, thank God, and back to the car. I had the shoe polish equipment I needed and I clutched in my lap the bag of panties. I had to use all my control to keep from climaxing in the car.

When we got back home, Miss Spencer said,"crease up your shorts and put them back in the dressing table, you hardly had them on at all. These panties are all the Same size, so try one on and stool sure they fit before you take all the tags off. Then fold them and put them in your dresser."She then showed me how to crease them up so one could see the dissimilar colouration and styles.

It was embarrassing taking off my shorts and the panties I was wearing and exposing my hard on, but she just stood there watching and waiting while I tried on a plain white pair and she had me turn around as she examined me and finally approved of the fit. I put my white-livered scanty back on, but it didn't really hide anything, my erection was as obvious as a gorilla in a elbow room full of teddy bears. I remember the metaphor exactly. It would add texture to the whole scene as I masturbated later.

All this clip, after I had gotten dressed in my pantie again and cut all the tags off my new panties and put them in the drawer she kept talking about her shoes and what she had planned for our day. When I was finished she made me rearrange everything in the bureau so the panties were in a draftsman by themselves. I did all this with a raging foul-up which she couldn't have missed, she kept talking and I kept answering,"Yes, Miss Spencer."

That's how I agreed to rent my ‘ boy's underwear'out of my toilet table and stack away them in a garbage bag in the garage so we'd have plenty of elbow room in the chest of drawers. Of class, I wound up with no underclothing but the panties in my dresser.

After we had finished everything we went back to the kitchen and I spread a newspaper on the floor and started polishing brake shoe. She sat over me, at the kitchen table, swinging that foot in my face and watching me. We took a jailbreak for lunch, which consumed another hour or so with the cleanup, but other than, that I polished her place while she talked to me about how good son acted, what thing were like when I stayed over at her house in the summer. It was all just background noise to her fundament. It took me a tenacious clock time to polish off those bang, but they did look spectacular when I was finally done. She was very pleased, smiling and inspecting the shoe. She tweaked my nose with her foot, complimenting me on the good job, and I couldn't hold it anymore. I had an sexual climax right there, without touching anything. She sat, smiling, watching, and waiting for me to finish. Then she said,"well, I guess that is rectify on metre. Let's get you cleaned up, and put your dirty panties in the laundry."

She asked me if I wasn't gladiola we bought plenty of twain for just such clock time as these, and, honest to God, she had a smirk on her face.

"Yes, girl Spencer."

The next day I tried to give placard to the grocery store store, but they just accepted my prompt resultant, promised to send me my final check and I was finished with my life history in groceries before it really got started.

It turned out, as she'd said, there was lot to do at misfire Spencer's house. She carefully cleaned and maintained every facet of her sign and car. Or, perhaps, it would be more accurate for me to say I cleaned and maintained everything under her supervision. Somehow, in that first calendar month after I quit my job the drivel bag containing all my Boxer disappeared, I think into the trash. I still don't know how it happened, I must not throw been paying tending, only in a sexual haze and doing what fille Spencer asked, and took them out myself. Or she did it without me noticing. It was no great deprivation to assure the Truth, though. I had heap of underwear, albeit panties, due to young woman Spencer always buying more than for me when we went to the store and she saw some cute ones she liked. I had panties all colors, with slip bears and Minnie Mouse and unicorns and everything adolescent or even untried girl wore. I, of course of instruction, wore pantie all the meter, mostly by themselves, under trunks whenever we went out which wasn't all that often.

One day she suggested I sell my car since we didn't really call for two cars as she could drive us everywhere and she was tired of looking at it. I put it out front with a"for sale"polarity and telephone number on it. For a mates of days hoi polloi came to the door asking about it, and finally missy Spencer said I was asking too much so I lowered the price until it was gone a couple of years later. It was bought by one of the people who had first looked at it. I felt some of my independence left with that car, that I was tied more closely to girl Spencer, which, to tell the truth, didn't seem all bad.

missy Spencer spanked me a couple of Thomas More sentence in the hail weeks. To be fair, I enjoyed it. I'm ashamed to take each time I provoked it deliberately. After the 3rd clip she told me the future time she'd variety to a substitution. As soon as my butt healed totally, I provoked another spanking, and, rightful to her word, that time she supervised while I went into the yard to cut one from her tree. It hurt like hell, but I reached a new high in my orgasms. A switching does take in farseeing to mend, but, even today, I still provoke her deliberately from time to prison term because just laying over her lap with her pantie stuffed in my mouthpiece and getting switched is so erotic I have some of my best orgasms. After a good switching she always has me probe the stripes on my ass in the mirror and makes me anticipate to be good in the futurity, and she shakes her mind and says,"Boys ”, and smiles.

I worship her understructure almost daily. My favorite lieu is lying on my rear, with my erection in good thought, with one of her feet on my brow pinning me to the story and the early just above my sass so I have to stick out my tongue to touch it. She runs first one substructure and then the other, just lightly touching my lingua and telling me how serious it feels. She told me once that it almost made up for any computer error I made she enjoyed it so much. I often came in my panties while she did this. She'd just shake up her head and tousle my tomentum and lecture about boy being male child.

We do her pedicures once a calendar week, on Wednesday, and I always help.

She didn't ever wear the kick at first. I'd still polish them once a week and she finally did fatigue them when I asked her to. She was taller than me anyway and she towered over me in the charge. I enjoy bowing down in front of her and crawling on my stomach and licking her boots. We do that every now and again as a extra treat and I look forward to it. Those orgasms are especially secure too.

One eve at bedtime after my Bath she came into my room with a pink chastity twist. Without asking or anything, she put it on me carefully checking it for security measure and locking it up, before telling me were going to do something different before bed. Then she took me to her chamber, grabbed my ear, lay down on her bed and moved my head to her pussy, while she still had her panties on and said I could buss her goodnight if I wanted. I kissed her pussy through her panty for a couple of minutes until she had me stop, had me take her panties off, grabbed my spike and put my face back in her pussy and let me osculate and lick it for quite a long while. I know she had a couple of orgasms and she told me how very much she liked it and what a skilful kiss goodnight it was. We lay in bed, with my face between her legs, and her playing with my hair while she told me that she knew how a great deal boys liked to be nasty, but she wanted our kisses goodnight to be different. She knew that if I were locked up, and I knew I was going to be locked up all Nox, it wouldn't be nasty, instead it would be beautiful, and, knowing that, she'd have more than fun.

I agreed,"Yes Miss Spencer."

That became the bedtime rite. After my bath, she'd manipulate my phallus into the device and lock me up and I'd kiss her goodnight the way she showed me and she'd leave me locked up all night so I couldn't masturbate. Then she'd narrate me to brush my teeth and rinse with mouthwash and she'd tuck me in and kiss me on the forehead.

In the morning when we were all up and going after breakfast, when she could monitor everything I did, she'd unlock me after checking to see I had shaved carefully and put up the device and key.

She didn't like fuzz on me, even though she had mess of whisker on her kitty. She started supervising the coating of a depilatory a few times a month to sustain me perfectly smooth. She bought some clipper and cut my hairsbreadth herself, to the skin on the sides with a shock of a pair of inches on the top. She called it a regular boy's haircut and thought it made me take care endearing.

A couple of times she wouldn't unlock me saying she wanted to see what it was like to have a skillful boy that day, but a couple of times of this seemed to be enough, so now she unlocks me every day, saying she liked a real boy better. She kept a little magic spell key on a atomic number 79 range around her mortise joint, but where the real key is kept, I still don't know to this day.

I wear panties, and jersey and go barefoot around the menage, adding trunks when we go outside when the weather condition was nice, which it is mostly. On cold days I wear dungaree and flannel shirts and a pelage and hat with ear flaps and rubber outside to do chore wish adopt out the garbage or digger snow off the base on balls. I mow and edge the lawn or study in the garden in my shorts and t-shirt and my one pair of lawn tennis shoe while she sits in the midriff of the yard on a lounger and watch everything I do, moving it so I can get to the place she covered. She likes to have everything done right, and I like everything to be properly for her.

She still lets me kiss her feet almost every day as long as I have been pretty good. If I haven't been pretty good, she switches me. Miss Spencer and Mom talk all the clip, and I call Mom every pair of calendar week. Mom constantly tells me I need to retrieve a job. I honestly don't know why, I have a fantastic life .