My neighbour

girl Spencer was our next-door neighbor when I was growing up. She was a spinster, whatever that was. She taught English at the senior high schoolhouse and all the parents in our neighborhood liked her. She not only volunteered for many locality committees and organized neighborhood occlusion political party and the receive police wagon, she looked out for the neighborhood youngster in the summer. She was about Mom's age. As a kid, I recognized that they weren't movie stars, but I thought both of them were pretty, especially when they dressed up. Mom was a brunette, young woman Spencer a blonde. Miss Herbert Spencer was taller than Mom. Besides looks, which were important, Mom and Miss Herbert Spencer had different personalities. At least to a slight kid, Miss Spencer always seemed glad whereas Mom seemed worried most of the prison term, sort of frazzled. misfire Spencer seemed calm, like she could handle whatever came.

Her business taking caution of kidskin in the summer thrived. minor could stay right in the neighborhood if young lady Spencer took them, for the summer, so pick-up and decrease was close to household. most tiddler she took could walk to Miss Herbert Spencer's planetary house in a collar. She was very dependable and didn't complain if parents were a small belatedly picking the kidskin up. Parents could even, if they planned it, leave their kids with Miss Spencer for a duet of days and get away. So, in the summer there were generally three or four tyke at her house during the day, and, since most kids were only children, maybe an additional kid that Nox, 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 House of York urban center by herself. I really didn't mind. That's all Mom could babble about for a couple of months after she got back and I loved staying with Miss Spencer.

The commencement year that Miss Spencer took care of me during the summer, Mom emphasized one thing to me before she took me over to her house. Unlike Mom, Miss Spencer believed in spanking disobedient baby. Mom never spanked me at all, but missy Spencer had Mom sign a release to admit spanking. Mom thought about this, and we talked about it. She emphasized Miss Spencer expected to be obeyed. Mom further told me she expected me to obey miss Herbert Spencer. All this emphasis made me a footling scared when I was taken over to her household the first day of the 1st year I stayed with her in the summer. She was, after all, a High shoal teacher, and I was in elementary school. I knew how beggarly the high gear shoal kids were and so I was pretty a good deal in awe of anyone who could control them. Despite the dire admonition, it didn't turn out that way. Miss Spencer, who I had known slightly all my life-time, was sure-footed I would enjoy the summer and we would become great friends. Two other kids from the vicinity stayed with her that summer, Katy, who was two years older than I, and broom, who was my age. I wasn't really enthusiastic about playing with girls all summer, but missy Herbert Spencer pointed out that there were plenty of male child who had a couple of sisters and no brothers, so she thought I would survive.

In any case, young lady Herbert Spencer had something for us to do every day. I made a notecase for Dad, as an good example, and a taper for Mom and potholders and salt and pepper shakers that Mom used every day after. I think she still has them, at least she did years later when I finished college. slyness like that only took up a portion of our day. misfire Spencer was unlike from Mom in another way. At home, Mom took maintenance of all the cleaning and meal planning. At Miss Spencer's we took caution of ourselves. We made our own lunch under superintendence, cleaned up after ourselves, and did all sort of little chore around the mansion. With all that, we still had plentifulness of sentence to ourselves to play or read or just watch TV or dramatic play with our telephone or video secret plan. Sometimes we'd go to museums, or the depository library, or take tours of mill and the local anaesthetic newspaper publisher and all sorts of former fun things that'd I'd seen on TV but didn't have much experience with. girl Spencer didn't spank us at all, ever. During that first year, she never even threatened to. I asked her about it and she just smiled and said as foresighted as I behaved, I had nothing to worry about. presumption Mom's admonition, missy Herbert Spencer's comment had quite an upshot on me. I behaved. I was a in force boy generally, understand, but I was careful to be on my Charles Herbert Best behavior at girl Spencer's. The girls were too, we all behaved.

In gain to the interior of the planetary house, Miss Spencer had a garden in her backyard where she grew veg of all sorts. Having grown up in the suburbs of a big city, none of us had much to do with gardens but all of us learned a lot about them from Miss Herbert Spencer as we learned about a lot of thing.

Katy was our leader that first year, she was oldest and had stayed with misfire Herbert Spencer the twelvemonth before, so was experienced, but she was very nice. I liked her a lot. Heather, on the former hand, liked me more than I liked her. You could tell, it wasn't anything I could manoeuvre to, but her interest group 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 the right way way to do matter and how I ought to act towards women and how she was rival, whatever that meant, and how very much I generally didn't know and she did. She was a minor pain in an otherwise fun summer holiday from school.

When school started up, I missed young woman Spencer and Katy and even broom. I didn't public lecture to Katy at schoolhouse, except to say"Hi ”, she was always with the big nipper. I saw Heather more, but she wasn't in my class, and when I did see her, I was actually gladiola. That schoolhouse year I went over to miss Spencer's a lot on Saturdays. She gave me minuscule chores to help her around the home. Mom used to ask her what her mystery was, she couldn't do anything to get me to avail. But I did all variety of thing to help girl Herbert Spencer, like pulling green goddess and taking out the garbage and early little tasks that came up. girl Spencer would laugh and say that's how kid are. When she got me alone she did differentiate me that it was a little disappointing to pick up that I wasn't helping Mom out much, after all Mom had me and a job. After that little talk, I did more around our home, the minuscule task that I did routinely at Miss Spencer's, like pick up after myself. I started taking out the garbage when it needed it rather than waiting for Mom to differentiate me to do it and hoping that she'd just do it instead of telling me. I even took the toter to the kerb on pick-up days and brought it back to the garage in the evening. I did girl Spencer's too. I even started helping to strip up after supper, Miss Spencer had pointed out that I knew how to do that since she had taught me. In this way, miss Spencer helped ease Mom's life as well as clear me a safe kid, more aware of the look of others.

I grew up like this, with Dad on the periphery of my liveliness, but with affair revolving around Mom and Miss Spencer. The cast of kids at young woman Spencer's changed. I was the only constant. After the first yoke of years the kids were always immature, so I was always the leader with an assortment of boys and missy for my followers. I was a trade good kid, a little nerdy I speculation, and not very popular in school, but my biography was very pleasant. I liked it when young lady Herbert Spencer referred to me as her help. That made me feel significant and so I took my province seriously. I taught the other kids how to wash and put away the dishes because young lady Spencer didn't like the dishwasher, for example and all the other chores and craftsmanship she came up with to keep us busy. I did see her spank a couple of kids in those years. One never came back to the house, so we started out with four and ended up with three for the summer. One, who, at the get-go, 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 cooky and lemonade and other treats. She didn't buy much in the store, but seemed to make everything from component. It was really good.

I got through high School OK, but I was never a particularly practiced student. I went to the State Department college because they had to consume all the high schoolhouse graduates of accredited United States Department of State richly schooltime and because it gave me a huge tuition deduction. school was difficult and lone and I had to work, but I got through in six years owing no money.

Mom got remarried during my first yr at college to some guy who lived in CA. Dad lived in Louisiana. Which left me with no home in the state. I was worried I would lose my home body politic price reduction so I wrote to young lady Spencer and explained it all and asked if I could use her address as my dwelling instead of one of my parents. She said she was happy to do that. It was just natural that I started going over to her family for vacation and when I drove back to my hometown on a weekend off. I kept in touch with Mom on the computer, but I wrote miss Spencer a couple of times a month and she always wrote back. Being an English language instructor, she thought writing missive was crucial. I do n't sleep with 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 duet of step kids of her husband, so they had a five person house, which was pretty big. Mom did get to stay base and so she was very happy every time I talked with her, which was quite a modification from when I was growing up. As it was I remained a worry in her life-time, but became pretty very much her only trouble. She worried that I was lonely, that I'd do something silly, or one of a yard affair she saw on the news that weren't going to pass because I was too meddling and didn't have the resources to jockey up some tiddler had. I was a little lonely, I didn't have many friends at school, and between work and classes almost all my time was accounted for.

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

During the meter I was downstate, Miss Herbert Spencer got promoted to assistant lead and then, a yr later, retired from school day, and quit taking in child. She told me that there were just too many regulations to surveil and, while she enjoyed teaching and nipper, it wasn't worth the provocation. I put two and two together and decided changing rules on how minor were disciplined which was drifting away from bodied penalty, had caused her ‘ retreat ’. In fact they even passed a law against it and had crusades against"tike ill-usage ”. Miss Spencer wrote she didn't really need the money, but she did miss the company. I guess we were both a little lonely my finally yr in college.

Anyway, clock time passed, and after I finally got my degree in news media I resolved to relocate back to my hometown rather than Calif. because I was worried about my limited resourcefulness. Miss Spencer invited me to stay at her house while I got settled and I accepted her generous offer. I did force back out and see Mom in California. She had a whole new life sentence there and, while she was very beaming to see me it was obvious I was just a visitor in her California dwelling house. Her husband seemed prissy. Their kids were a piffling too rambunctious for my tasting and loud.

All in all, I was ready to guide home when I headed back to Miss Spencer's. Pulling up in her drive, in my old neighborhood, brought back a lot of pleasant computer memory. It really made me feel like I was home again. She came to the door looking pleased to see me, and peaceable. I was really happy to see her. It was winter and her menage was empty except for her, and she showed me to one of her spare chamber and I moved what stuff I had in. My car, 10 year old, but still ticking with 200,000+ geographical mile sat in her driveway. We talked all that evening about my experiences and my plans. The number 1 fiat of business was a job to get money coming in. I'd saved some, but not enough to hold out for very long waiting for the pure job. I told her I decided to John Major in news media ; which, in look back wasn't the best decision I'd ever made it wasn't as difficult as some majors. Surprisingly she said she'd always thought I'd cause a secure instructor. I wasn't so indisputable. My last few years had decreased rather than increased the total of forbearance 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 witting of the pauperism to start bringing in money. After the word on TV, I went to my elbow room and slept like a baby.

Miss Spencer had a Wi-Fi hot office and a screen background computer to touch base her to the Internet. I was used to the internet connecting me to all manner of resources and information, so connecting my laptop to it using her network was one of my for the first time society of line of work. I not only had a printing machine to use with my so I could print resumes and early things I needed without relying on computer storage, everything worked pretty much like it had at college.

Which was, to be good though, mostly why I got the cyberspace hooked up as soon as possible. I looked forward to being capable to admission porno again. I'd gotten so I really enjoyed it in college and everybody did it and I missed it. It was bully to get up and running and great to think about myself again.

I went looking for work every day. I wanted something a step up from a fast-food articulation, but a job that gave me some flexibility when a estimable opportunity presented itself so I ended up working at a grocery store in the green groceries section. It was leaden, but I made some money. Miss Spencer encouraged me not to select the job and remain looking for a dear chance, but I was adamant. She tried to wrench down my offer to pay rent saying my troupe was payment enough. We ended up deciding on $ 300 a month, and I determined to buy plenty of groceries.

For a calendar 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 days off that week from the plodding 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 little puzzled and replied in the affirmative. Then she asked me another strange interrogative, whether I remembered a conversation we'd had that outset summer I'd stayed with her. I was perplexed and told her so.

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

This conversation, I thought, was turning very strange. She then confronted me with a chronicle of all my visits to porn sites since I moved in. I turned red and then a little mad, what business did she have examining what websites I visited ? She didn't let it get further,"Do you call that behaving ?"

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

She sat down and her chick rose up just a slight and I thought during the mix-up that she has pretty legs. I was having those thoughts, which were causing the beginnings of an hard-on, and totally disconcert, when she picked up the paddle and said,"proceeds down your trousers."

She had never acted like this in all the years 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 stupor I did it, I laid across her lap. I felt her pull down the book binding of my briefs and heard her say,"You will behave in this star sign, or you will get what you deserve ”, and she smacked my arse with the boat paddle. I whimpered,"No."

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

She said,"I thought you'd whimper about it, here ”, and she shoved something soft and silky in my mouth that muffled the quietus of my groans and even nascent cries as she spanked me in effect and hard.

All this time my erection was rubbing up and down on her lap and as it grew to its maximum size, but she kept spanking. I was crying, a grown man, crying. I couldn't believe how the spanking was making me feel. Even in this state of turmoil I realized she must have felt my hard on, and that had to stop 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 Sir Thomas More and I just started spewing cum, while crying. This caused her to paddle harder and harder until the spasm quit and I had come like I had never come before. It was the initiatory time I'd come without masturbating, to be honorable.

When I was totally spent she ordered,"Get up. Take those panties out of your backtalk and deplume those trousers up with your hands and go back to your room and intend about this. If you don't meet my standards of behavior in this sign of the zodiac, you can pull up stakes, or you will be spanked until you do match those touchstone. Do you understand ?"

I looked down at the panties in my paw that had been in my sass. step-in, 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 pantie and looking calmly directly into my eyes.

"Yes, girl Spencer."

I started back to my room.

"And you can do the wash tomorrow and clean this flock up."

"Yes, Miss Spencer."

"Good. I think we have an understanding then."

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

Miss Spencer came to my room with a laundry basket and announced,"Time for breakfast, my laundry is in this basketful for you to do. That will be the first thing you do after breakfast."

I helped her with breakfast and the cleanup spot without saying a word. She went back to I my way with me and made for sure I got the soiled panties that had been in my back talk, and then I put them and the clothes I was wearing the endure evening, in the basket for the wash.

misfire Spencer followed me into the service department, and watched as I loaded the washer. As I was about to finish up, she looked at me and said,"Don't you know to separate delicates from unconstipated wash ?"

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

She then proceeded to chew out me on exactly how the washables should be done, what soap to use for what incumbrance, which item to wash together, what temperature for the weewee for each sort of clothes and which particular could dry in the dryer and which she preferred hung outside. Her chemise and panties that she was wearing along with the panty I had in my mouth were ‘ delicates'which required all sorts of particular treatment and soap and were hung outside to dry. She showed me the forget me drug line that was attached to a pulley so I could hang the item up with clothespins from the window right beside the automatic washer and use a pulley-block to move them out into the chiliad and select them in the Same way. She described exactly how to do all the laundry and named several early items that were not in that payload which should be hung up. It was both humiliating and exciting to be laundering cleaning lady's underwear. Which caused me to go back in to the house 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 make out in the kitchen for a snack was more an lodge than an invitation, she announced it and turned around and started walking. I followed, though I wasn't looking forward to sitting on a heavily kitchen chair, it had been uncomfortable at breakfast. She went to the buttery and got out a cushion and threw it on the storey by the chair she was going to sit in with the input,"Most children were more comfortable sitting on the shock instead of on a hard flooring 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 unknown sitting on the flooring. She said,"Wait here, I'll be back in a mo"and left the room.

I was thinking both how strange this linear perspective of things was and of storage it brought back to me. Miss Spencer was back in a instant with a kit of some form. She got me some lemonade and biscuit from and commented,"I don't suppose these will smash the dejeuner of a boy who has been well this morning."The snack was dependable and I was ready for it. I started on it, savoring the cooky when Miss Spencer took off her shoes and commenced to reach herself a pedicure with me watching inch from her base. I instantly got an erection as I understood what she was doing and I was mesmerized. I couldn't spirit at anything else as she carefully applied the sail through gloss remover with small cotton bollock then filed each toenail to a pure duration and put picayune cotton ballock between her toes and applied lustrous red nail gloss. Once again, I couldn't assistant it. I was prisoner of my erection and watched every detail while her vocalism droned on in the background. I was snapped out of my reverie when she said,"Well, you certainly are paying close attention. Would you like to aid ?"I nodded my head but kept my heart 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 mouth close to her toes and started blowing.

She giggled and said,"That's very right ”, but she moved her feet away so I had to lean further forward to proceed it up. I did this for a few mo and the sexual tenseness was overwhelming. She'd pull her foot up and wiggle her toes every couple of minutes and say,"Not dry yet ”, and advance her fundament toward my facial expression, not quite as far as she had before, until I was completely on all fours in front of her. She teased me. I know she did it deliberately, but I couldn't closure or say anything as she moved her feet from side to side and watched me crawl to keep on blowing.

"They're dry, it's been half an time of day"snapped me out of the vista. I felt like it had been both an instant and an eternity and my mouth was dry as I rocked back.

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

"Yes Miss Spencer ”, even to me my vocalisation sounded strange.

I carefully took the cotton from between the toes and the cotton she had used for the collar refinement remover to the trash and came back in front of her and without giving any mansion anything was unusual. She showed me how all the item fit back in her kit and zipped it up and put it back on the table. She put her hands under her thighs and started swinging her feet."Would you like to put my shoes and socks back on for me ?"

"Yes, Miss Spencer."I got down on my mitt and knees as she handed me one of her socks and pointed her toes and held her foot up for me. I put the sock on with some difficultness, which she didn't scuttlebutt on, then we did the former foot. In muteness I then put her shoes back on her and laced them and tied them.

"That was very good. See, you can be a in force boy when it pleases you. If I can learn you to be a near boy all the time, it will be improve for both of us ”, and she got back up,

"well, to a greater extent chore need to be done,"and I took my cushion and glass and put them up. I was in this sexual fog all afternoon, desperately wanting to ejaculate.

That afternoon young woman Spencer supervised everything I did, never giving me a second to myself to jerk off. She explained the right way and wrong way to do everything, and how she liked things. We had supper that dark 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 room, instead suggesting that we enjoy some meter together in the living room. I was totally caught off sentry go, still trying to realise the spanking, and process the pedicure and thinking about masturbating, but agreed out of what was becoming habit as much as anything. I thought things were getting pretty weird, but not totally unpleasant. Miss Spence ordering me around was oddly soak.

I followed her into the life room where she sat down in her chair. I was going towards my usual place on the couch, where I'd sat since I moved in after college, when missy Herbert Spencer stopped me with the suggestion,"Come over here and sit on the floor by my death chair, like you used to do. think back how lots fun we had ?"

I paused and hesitated just a bit. young woman Herbert Spencer was pointing to a place by her feet in strawman of her professorship. I looked where she was pointing and hesitated a secondment more. I looked at her bare stage and reasonable luxuriously heel place and felt a kickoff arousal. She was smiling and I was so excited I couldn't scraps. I walked over to her chair and sat down on the floor. She rubbed my hair and said,"That's a good boy. This brings back great memories, doesn't it ?"

"Yes, Miss Spencer."

She told me how much she missed the days when I was Loretta Young and obedient."In fact, I think you were the most obedient fry I watched any summer. You were so unfermented and wanted to delight me and do everything right. I loved it."

"Yes, Miss Spencer."

Then she started talking about ‘ the bad habits I'd picked up away from home ’, but she was indisputable since I was such a good boy at heart and soul she knew she could get me back on the good track.

She crossed her stage and her pes was almost in my facial expression. She rocked it back and forth, as she turned on the TV. I watched it, almost hypnotized.

This went on for a few proceedings. I couldn't keep on my optic off her metrical foot mentation she must be noticing but she acted like nada was strange."I'm going to take my shoes off and slow down, is that OK ?"

I swallowed."Yes, young woman Spencer."

I sat in a haze as she took first one shoe then the other off and then her wind sock and put them in her shoes in the far position of her chair and crossed her peg again and began dipping her now publicize foot up and down. I examined it closely. Her pedicure was complete, the glossiness was red and I couldn't help myself, I couldn't. I stood it as long as I could.

"Miss Spencer ?"

"Yes ?"

I knew this would be a substantial step, but I was too charge up 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 cultivated. I like that."

Her attention seemed to go back to the TV and mine back to watching her hypnotically rhythmic human foot, dangling just in in battlefront of my face.

With my centre transfixed on her foot the intimate feeling contined to overwhelm me and I cleared my pharynx,"fille Spencer ?"

"Yes."

"Could I kiss your pes ?"

There, I'd said it. I couldn't help myself though I wanted to wank and that pauperism just took over my intellect. I didn't know what to expect and I looked at her ready for anything. I figured the worse that could occur 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 right. You do think they're pretty, and you have been a respectable boy today."

I leaned over and kissed her metrical unit closest to me, and, once started I couldn't plosive consonant with a little great deal, as its closeness 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 other groundwork and I did the Same, she rubbed her soles all over my typeface and I stuck out my tongue as she rubbed it from dog to toe. This went on for respective minutes until she pulled her foot just tantalizingly out of reach and encouraged me to get on my script and knees and crawl after it. When I got over to the other side of her chair and she picked up her skid one at a time and put them in front of my cheek encouraging me to lap up them, smell them, and kiss them. I was in heaven.

She laughed a short tinkling jape,"My, my, that's more than just a simple little kiss on my metrical unit ”, but she kept moving them, and me, around, getting me on my knee in the air as she held it up, taking me down to the ground where she used her early foot to hold back my mitt from supporting me as I laid my head flat on the base and kept on smooching and thrashing. She got one foot in under me and gestured for me to turn over and started fondling my phallus with her substructure, as I lay with my head flat on the storey and her early foot inside my oral fissure while she pulled it in and out and traced my rim with her toes. For the irregular nighttime in a row I had my great orgasm of all sentence. She kept her foot in my mouth shoving it in and out, in and out, through the whole thing. I shook and groaned for respective minute of arc with her moving her foot in my mouth, and then tantalizingly on my rim and back to my mouth. It was absolutely crazy.

When I was still and obviously finished, Miss Spencer got up and said,"Get up and get all this dirty laundry and put it in the basket 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 trouser and underwear in the laundry basket and gone into the privy to have a shower. I was drying off when misfire Spencer came in without knocking. I looked at her open-mouthed as she said,"Here, put these on, they'll be better for you, and put these with your laundry, you're responsible for this messiness, after all. Then come back into the living room."She'd changed into a knee length night-gown and threw some pantie and the shimmy she had been wearing on the floor and held out a duad of pink ruffled panty until I took them, then she turned and walked away.

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

So I just put the step-in on and put her soiled delicates into the basket and returned to the living room where she was back sitting in her chair."come on over here and sit down ”, and she motioned me back to the floor in strawman of her chair. Her foundation were, again, column inch from my grimace whenever I looked up.

I sat transfixed for a twain of arcsecond as I realized her night-robe left much of her stage bare and the rocking back and Forth with her legs began again. I wasn't entirely comfortable, though, things were just too bizarre.

I cleared my throat,"Miss Spencer ?"

"Yes ?"

"Why do I have to wear the panty ?"

She looked at me."You seem to care making a mess all over yourself and causing me similar problem and that means oodles of laundry. If we're both wearing the same type dress that will make only one warhead, and, with the case laundry it is, since you will be hanging it on the line, there will be no want to run the dryer."

It sounded strange but ordered. I'd never considered those matter. I couldn't think of why it might be ill-timed, but, to be fairly, my hard on was interfering with my thinking so I just said,"Oh. Thank you Miss Spencer."

"You're welcome"and then she switched the TV back on with the remote control and went back to watching it while I watched her infantry which she constantly moved from place to plaza, changing her stance, a duo of meter actually brushing my nose. I remained enthralled until after the news.

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

I leaned over and didn't touch her groundwork with anything but my lips and kissed her base, one and then the early."Thank you Miss Spencer."

"You're receive"and she got up and went back to her room. I went back to my way and masturbated over and over. I couldn't help it, I couldn't think of anything but miss Spencer's feet and young woman Spencer spanking me. I was afraid of making too much disturbance, but I couldn't avail making some, I just lost restraint. I couldn't think of anything else but Miss Spencer.

I'd made all sorts of design for my two days off, the first day had gone without anything I'd planned getting done and the second one was starting. Miss Spencer sent me back to my room before breakfast to take my pants off asking,"What's the full stop of the pantie if not to make the wash more efficient ? Do you think I just like you in panty ?"

I didn't want to answer that, so I just went back to my room and took my trouser off. I ended up eating breakfast, cleaning up and doing the washing in just the panties, with a raging hard on. misfire Herbert Spencer just watched and made surely I did everything correctly. Pinning the laundry to the note almost caused me to cum, but I managed to verify myself. I came in and misfire Herbert Spencer headed back to the keep way and her chair. She didn't have say anything as I took my topographic point at her feet.

We sat there a few minutes her looking at some papers from the 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 authoritative than home maintenance ?"

"I just had some personal errands."

"I'd planned on you polishing shoe today. You do know how to polish skid don't you ?"

"Yes, I was in an Honor guard in ROTC, and I learned how to smooth everything."

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

I cleared my throat and continued,"I have to go back to cultivate tomorrow."

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

"No, Miss Spencer, it's dull and dealing with the populace is never fun, it's certainly not worth the little they pay me."

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

With that she put the newspaper publisher into gasbag, got up, went to her room and came back wearing flip-flops and carrying a distich of twain of shoes. One was the sensible brown shoes that had a couple of inch hound and lace to tie. They were not the surprising pair, though. I'd seen them before. The surprising horseshoe were a pair of boots that came up over her stifle. They must suffer been three feet tall, black leather with five-inch heels."You can smooth them on the kitchen flooring while I work in the kitchen ”. She turned around to go to the kitchen leaving me to succeed her. I had an erection to go with the skid. 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 fog and in no state of matter to negate her.

I asked her where she kept her horseshoe glossiness and brushes and piano cloths and cotton fiber balls.

"Oh, dear, I'm afraid I don't have near of that, we'll have to go to the storehouse to get it. She started for the door, got her keystone from the hook 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 brace of shorts ?"

"Yes, Miss Spencer."

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

OK, I thought, I'll go in just drawers and a jersey like a little kid. I went back to my room to get them and she followed me and watched as I put the short pants on over the pantie. They were gym short pants and had an pliant waist and no scoop. Dressed, after a manner, I followed her out the room access and to her car and she drove us up to the local price reduction department store.

I followed her as she pushed the go-cart and I showed her what we needed. I explained spit shining to her. We got all we needed and she said,"As long as we're here, we might as well take a shit it a trip ”, and went over to the char's department and bought a bunch of duad of step-in, different semblance and manner, some with affray, some not, but all very feminine and childish. I was completely stymy and had difficulty hiding my erection especially when she held the first dyad 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 plenty of panties due to my ‘ bad habits ’.

I mumbled,"Yes miss Spencer ’, and we went through the automatic check-out line, thank God, and back to the car. I had the shoe smoothen equipment I needed and I clutched in my lap the bag of step-in. I had to use all my control condition to stay fresh from climaxing in the car.

When we got back home, Miss Spencer said,"Fold up your shorts and put them back in the dresser, you hardly had them on at all. These panties are all the same size of it, so try one on and hit sure they fit before you take all the rag off. Then fold them and put them in your dresser."She then showed me how to line them up so one could see the different colors and styles.

It was embarrassing taking off my shorts and the pantie I was wearing and exposing my hard on, but she just stood there watching and waiting while I tried on a plain flannel pair and she had me turn around as she examined me and finally approved of the fit. I put my yellow panties back on, but it didn't really cover anything, my erection was as obvious as a Gorilla gorilla in a way fully of teddy bears. I remember the metaphor exactly. It would add texture to the totally scenery as I masturbated later.

All this sentence, after I had gotten dressed in my step-in again and cut all the shred off my new scanty 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 dresser so the panties were in a draftsman by themselves. I did all this with a raging blunder which she couldn't have missed, she kept talking and I kept answering,"Yes, Miss Spencer."

That's how I agreed to take my ‘ boy's underwear'out of my dresser and store them in a scraps bag in the garage so we'd have wad of room in the dresser. Of row, I wound up with no underwear 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 shoes. She sat over me, at the kitchen table, swinging that ft in my expression and watching me. We took a faulting for lunch, which consumed another 60 minutes or so with the cleaning, but former than, that I polished her shoes while she talked to me about how good boys acted, what things were like when I stayed over at her planetary house in the summer. It was all just background noise to her metrical unit. It took me a long clock time to finish those flush, but they did appear spectacular when I was finally done. She was very pleased, smiling and inspecting the shoes. She tweaked my scent with her foot, complimenting me on the good job, and I couldn't hold it anymore. I had an orgasm right field there, without touching anything. She sat, smiling, watching, and waiting for me to eat up. Then she said,"fountainhead, I guess that is mightily on time. Let's get you cleaned up, and put your grime panties in the laundry."

She asked me if I wasn't sword lily we bought plenty of pairs for just such times as these, and, honest to God, she had a smirk on her face.

"Yes, Miss Spencer."

The next day I tried to give notice to the grocery store, but they just accepted my contiguous endpoint, promised to send me my final check and I was finished with my career in groceries before it really got started.

It turned out, as she'd said, there was plenty to do at Miss Spencer's household. She carefully cleaned and maintained every facet of her planetary house 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 month after I quit my job the garbage bag containing all my boxers disappeared, I think into the ice. I still don't know how it happened, I must not have been paying attention, only in a sexual fog and doing what miss Herbert Spencer asked, and took them out myself. Or she did it without me noticing. It was no great loss to distinguish the trueness, though. I had pile of underwear, albeit scanty, due to Miss Spencer always buying more for me when we went to the store and she saw some cute ones she liked. I had step-in all people of color, with teddy bears and Minnie shiner and unicorns and everything adolescent or even young lady friend wore. I, of course of action, wore scanty all the time, mostly by themselves, under shorts whenever we went out which wasn't all that often.

One day she suggested I sell my car since we didn't really need two cars as she could drive us everywhere and she was tired of looking at it. I put it out front with a"for sales event"signal and phone number on it. For a pair of twenty-four hours people came to the doorway asking about it, and finally Miss Spencer said I was asking too much so I lowered the cost until it was gone a twosome of days 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 Miss Spencer, which, to tell the truth, didn't seem all bad.

miss Spencer spanked me a brace of more times in the number weeks. To be honest, I enjoyed it. I'm ashamed to admit each prison term I provoked it deliberately. After the 3rd time she told me the next prison term she'd modification to a switch. As soon as my coffin nail healed totally, I provoked another spanking, and, true to her Holy Writ, that clip she supervised while I went into the yard to cut one from her tree. It hurt like hell, but I reached a new heights in my coming. A switch does take farsighted to heal, but, even today, I still provoke her deliberately from prison term to time because just laying over her lap with her panties stuffed in my mouthpiece and getting switched is so erotic I have some of my best climax. After a good switching she always has me examine the bar on my ass in the mirror and makes me promise to be full in the future, and she shakes her head and says,"Boys ”, and smiles.

I worship her invertebrate foot almost daily. My best-loved placement is lying on my back, with my erection in full view, with one of her feet on my forehead pinning me to the story and the other just above my rim so I have to stick out my tongue to touch it. She runs first one foundation and then the other, just lightly touching my tongue and telling me how ripe it feels. She told me once that it almost made up for any errors I made she enjoyed it so much. I often came in my scanty while she did this. She'd just sway her straits and tousle my hair and talk about boys being boy.

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

She didn't ever wear the charge at outset. I'd still round off them once a week and she finally did fag them when I asked her to. She was taller than me anyway and she towered over me in the bang. I enjoy bowing down in front of her and crawling on my paunch and licking her the boot. We do that every now and again as a special treat and I look forward to it. Those orgasms are especially good too.

One evening at bedtime after my bath she came into my room with a garden pink chastity twist. Without asking or anything, she put it on me carefully checking it for security and locking it up, before telling me were going to do something different before bed. Then she took me to her bedroom, grabbed my ears, lay down on her bed and moved my point to her puss, while she still had her step-in on and said I could kiss her goodnight if I wanted. I kissed her pussy through her panties for a couple of minutes until she had me contain, had me take her pantie off, grabbed my ears and put my face back in her pussy and let me kiss and lick it for quite a foresightful while. I know she had a couple of climax and she told me how much she liked it and what a honest 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 much male child liked to be cruddy, 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 night, it wouldn't be smutty, instead it would be beautiful, and, knowing that, she'd have more fun.

I agreed,"Yes Miss Spencer."

That became the bedtime ritual. After my bath, she'd manipulate my penis into the device and lock me up and I'd kiss her goodnight the way she showed me and she'd entrust me locked up all night so I couldn't masturbate. Then she'd tell me to brush my tooth and rinsing with mouthwash and she'd tuck me in and kiss me on the forehead.

In the break of the day when we were all up and going after breakfast, when she could supervise 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 hair on me, even though she had plenty of whisker on her pussy. She started supervising the application of a depilator a few times a month to keep on me perfectly smooth. She bought some clipper and cut my whisker herself, to the skin on the side with a impact of a couple of inches on the top. She called it a steady boy's haircut and thought it made me look adorable.

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

I wear pantie, and jersey and go barefoot around the house, adding underdrawers when we go outside when the weather was nice, which it is mostly. On cold 24-hour interval I wear jeans and flannel shirts and a coat and hat with ear flaps and galoshes outside to do chore like get hold of out the garbage or digger snow off the walk. I mow and edge the lawn or work in the garden in my shorts and t-shirt and my one duad of tennis horseshoe while she sits in the eye of the K on a lounger and scout everything I do, moving it so I can get to the piazza she covered. She likes to have everything done right, and I like everything to be right on 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 trade good, she switches me. Miss Herbert Spencer and Mom talk all the metre, and I call Mom every couple of weeks. Mom constantly tells me I need to incur a job. I honestly don't know why, I have a fantastic life .