My neighbour

Miss Spencer was our next-door neighbour when I was growing up. She was a old maid, whatever that was. She taught English at the High School and all the parents in our vicinity liked her. She not only volunteered for many neighborhood committees and organized vicinity block parties and the welcome wagon, she looked out for the neighborhood Kid in the summer. She was about Mom's age. As a kid, I recognized that they weren't movie adept, but I thought both of them were pretty, especially when they dressed up. Mom was a brunette, Miss Spencer a blonde. Miss Spencer was taller than Mom. Besides looks, which were significant, Mom and Miss Herbert Spencer had different personalities. At least to a little kid, misfire Spencer always seemed glad whereas Mom seemed worried almost of the clip, sort of frazzled. Miss Spencer seemed settle down, like she could handle whatever came.

Her clientele taking care of kids in the summer thrived. nipper could outride right in the locality if Miss Spencer took them, for the summer, so pick-up and drop-off was close to home. well-nigh kids she took could walk to Miss Spencer's menage in a pinch. She was very true and didn't complain if parents were a picayune late picking the child up. Parents could even, if they planned it, leave their kids with Miss Spencer for a mates of days and get away. So, in the summer there were generally three or four Kyd at her sign of the zodiac during the day, and, since near kids were only child, maybe an additional kid that night, or very rarely two. Mom loved her. She made Mom's aliveness much prosperous.

Since we only saw Dad every once in a while, having Miss Spencer next room access was very commodious for her. Once, Mom even left me with her when she took a vacation to New House of York City by herself. I really didn't mind. That's all Mom could talk about for a span of months after she got back and I loved staying with Miss Spencer.

The first year that misfire Spencer took caution of me during the summer, Mom emphasized one affair to me before she took me over to her house. Unlike Mom, Miss Spencer believed in spanking uncontrollable children. Mom never spanked me at all, but fille Spencer had Mom planetary house a release to give up 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 fille Spencer. All this emphasis made me a petty scare when I was taken over to her theater the outset day of the first year I stayed with her in the summer. She was, after all, a High schooltime instructor, and I was in elementary schoolhouse. I knew how mingy the high-pitched schooltime Thomas Kid were and so I was pretty much in awe of anyone who could control them. Despite the dire monition, it didn't turn out that way. Miss Spencer, who I had known slightly all my life, was sure-footed I would enjoy the summer and we would become keen admirer. Two other kid from the neighborhood stayed with her that summer, Katy, who was two twelvemonth onetime than I, and Calluna vulgaris, who was my age. I wasn't really enthusiastic about playing with girls all summer, but Miss Spencer pointed out that there were mess of boys who had a couple of sis and no brothers, so she thought I would survive.

In any suit, Miss Spencer had something for us to do every day. I made a wallet for Dad, as an good example, and a candle for Mom and potholders and saltiness and Piper nigrum shakers that Mom used every day after. I think she still has them, at least she did geezerhood later when I finished college. slyness like that only took up a portion of our day. Miss Spencer was unlike from Mom in another way. At home, Mom took care of all the cleaning and repast prep. At miss Spencer's we took forethought of ourselves. We made our own lunches under supervising, cleaned up after ourselves, and did all kind of little chores around the house. With all that, we still had plenty of meter to ourselves to play or read or just watch TV or period of play with our headphone or video recording games. Sometimes we'd go to museums, or the library, or take tours of factory and the local anesthetic newspaper and all kind of other fun things that'd I'd seen on TV but didn't have much experience with. Miss Spencer didn't spank us at all, ever. During that first twelvemonth, she never even threatened to. I asked her about it and she just smiled and said as long as I behaved, I had zero to care about. presumption Mom's admonishment, miss Herbert Spencer's commentary had quite an effect on me. I behaved. I was a soundly boy generally, understand, but I was thrifty to be on my right demeanour at girl Herbert Spencer's. The girlfriend were too, we all behaved.

In addition to the interior of the house, miss Herbert Spencer had a garden in her backyard where she grew vegetables of all kind. 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 affair.

Katy was our leader that first year, she was honest-to-god and had stayed with Miss Spencer the year before, so was experienced, but she was very nice. I liked her a lot. Heather, on the other deal, liked me to a greater extent than I liked her. You could tell, it wasn't anything I could show to, but her interest in me was evident. She coupled this with a disposition to be bossy which I didn't like at all. She was always explaining to me the right field way to do thing and how I ought to act towards womanhood 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 school.

When school started up, I missed Miss Spencer and Katy and even Calluna vulgaris. I didn't talk to Katy at school, except to say"Hi ”, she was always with the big small fry. I saw Heather more, but she wasn't in my class, and when I did see her, I was actually glad. That school year I went over to Miss Herbert Spencer's a lot on Saturdays. She gave me little job to help her around the house. Mom used to ask her what her secret was, she couldn't do anything to get me to help oneself. But I did all sorting of things to help Miss Spencer, like pulling weeds and taking out the garbage and other short undertaking that came up. missy Spencer would laugh and say that's how tike are. When she got me alone she did separate me that it was a short unsatisfying to hear 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 house, the short chores that I did routinely at miss Herbert Spencer's, like pickax up after myself. I started taking out the garbage 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 carrier to the bridle on pick-up day and brought it back to the garage in the evening. I did fille Herbert Spencer's too. I even started helping to strip up after supper, Miss Herbert Spencer had pointed out that I knew how to do that since she had taught me. In this way, Miss Spencer helped allay Mom's liveliness as well as make me a better kid, more aware of the opinion of others.

I grew up like this, with Dad on the fringe of my life sentence, but with things revolving around Mom and girl Herbert Spencer. The hurl of kid at missy Herbert Spencer's changed. I was the solely constant. After the start couple of years the kids were always new, so I was always the leader with an smorgasbord of boy and girl for my followers. I was a good kid, a little nerdy I surmise, and not very popular in schooling, but my life was very pleasant. I liked it when young woman Spencer referred to me as her assistant. That made me feel important and so I took my responsibility seriously. I taught the other Kid how to wash and put away the stunner because girl Spencer didn't like the dishwasher, for exemplar and all the former chore and craft she came up with to preserve us engaged. I did see her spank a couple of kids in those year. 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 first, just didn't want to do anything, straightened up and started doing his share.

When I got in high school School, I quit going over to misfire Spencer's except to facilitate her now and again. She always had cookies and lemonade and other treats. She didn't buy much in the shop, but seemed to produce everything from ingredients. It was really good.

I got through High school day OK, but I was never a particularly good student. I went to the commonwealth college because they had to take all the high shoal alumnus of recognise state high schools and because it gave me a vast tutelage bank discount. schooling was unmanageable and solitary and I had to put to work, but I got through in six days owing no money.

Mom got remarried during my first off yr at college to some guy who lived in California. Dad lived in Louisiana. Which left me with no home in the nation. I was worried I would lose my home country discount so I wrote to Miss Spencer and explained it all and asked if I could use her name and address as my house instead of one of my parents. She said she was well-chosen to do that. It was just rude that I started going over to her house for holidays and when I drove back to my hometown on a weekend off. I kept in touch with Mom on the calculator, but I wrote misfire Herbert Spencer a couple of times a calendar month and she always wrote back. Being an English instructor, she thought writing letters was significant. I do n't recognize 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 couplet of stone's throw kids of her husband, so they had a five person family, which was pretty big. Mom did get to stay home and so she was very well-chosen every time I talked with her, which was quite a alteration from when I was growing up. As it was I remained a worry in her life, but became pretty a lot her only worry. She worried that I was lonely, that I'd do something silly, or one of a K things she saw on the news that weren't going to happen because I was too officious and didn't have the resources to have it off up some Kyd had. I was a picayune lonely, I didn't have many friends at school, and between work and classes almost all my metre was accounted for.

Miss Spencer kept on with her aliveness. Mom was in her early 40's so I guess fille Spencer was too, but she didn't talk about herself much in her letters, which were always anticipated and enjoyed. We wrote a lot about what I wanted to do in life and we talked a lot about our summers spent together. I told her how scared I was first get together her, scared she was going to spank me and be generally meanspirited. She expressed some surprise, she said I always seemed to relish 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 time I was downstate, Miss Spencer got promoted to assistant head teacher and then, a yr later, retired from schoolhouse, and quit taking in kids. She told me that there were just too many regulating to follow and, while she enjoyed teaching and tiddler, it wasn't worth the aggravation. I put two and two together and decided changing convention on how children were disciplined which was drifting away from corporal punishment, had caused her ‘ retirement ’. In fact they even passed a law against it and had movement against"child abuse ”. young lady Spencer wrote she didn't really need the money, but she did miss the company. I guess we were both a footling lonely my last year in college.

Anyway, time passed, and after I finally got my degree in Journalism I resolved to relocate back to my hometown rather than CA because I was worried about my limit imagination. misfire Spencer invited me to stick around at her house while I got settled and I accepted her generous offer. I did drive out and see Mom in California. She had a unhurt new life history there and, while she was very gladiola to see me it was obvious I was just a visitor in her California home. Her married man seemed overnice. Their kids were a piffling too rambunctious for my taste and loud.

All in all, I was ready to head home plate when I headed back to young lady Spencer's. Pulling up in her driveway, in my old neck of the woods, brought back a lot of pleasant computer storage. It really made me sense like I was home again. She came to the door looking pleased to see me, and peaceful. I was really gladiola to see her. It was winter and her house was vacuous except for her, and she showed me to one of her spare bedrooms and I moved what stuff I had in. My car, 10 class old, but still ticking with 200,000+ miles sat in her drive. We talked all that evening about my experiences and my plans. The firstly ordination of business sector was a job to get money coming in. I'd saved some, but not enough to live for very long waiting for the gross job. I told her I decided to major in news media ; which, in review wasn't the just decision I'd ever made it wasn't as difficult as some majors. Surprisingly she said she'd always thought I'd make a good teacher. I wasn't so for certain. My last 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 right 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 Herbert Spencer had a Wi-Fi hot slur and a desktop computer to unite her to the Internet. I was used to the internet connecting me to all manner of resourcefulness and information, so connecting my laptop computer to it using her network was one of my firstly order of magnitude of business. I not only had a pressman to use with my so I could publish curriculum vitae and other things I needed without relying on stores, everything worked pretty practically like it had at college.

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

I went looking for work every day. I wanted something a stride up from a fast-food joint, but a job that gave me some flexibility when a better opportunity presented itself so I ended up working at a grocery store in the produce department. It was tone down, but I made some money. Miss Spencer encouraged me not to take the job and continue looking for a skilful chance, but I was adamant. She tried to wrick down my offer to pay rent saying my party was payment enough. We ended up deciding on $ 300 a month, and I determined to buy mass 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 dweeb 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 mystify and replied in the affirmative. Then she asked me another unusual interrogation, 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 remember 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 history of all my visits to porn land site since I moved in. I turned red and then a trivial mad, what concern did she have examining what websites I visited ? She didn't let it get further,"Do you bid that behaving ?"

Caught off guard I stammered out something which didn't even make signified to me. She grabbed me by the collar and puff me into the living way and sat down in her big overstuffed chair where she had pre-positioned a paddle with a thread on the hold ( ! ) on the arm, waiting.

She sat down and her skirt rose up just a petty and I thought during the muddiness that she has pretty legs. I was having those thoughts, which were causing the kickoff of an erection, and totally throw, when she picked up the paddle and said,"payoff 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 vocalism, and said,"Now !"

Without fully comprehending all this, I did it. Then, with my trouser around my ankles and my erecting hidden by my mitt as it kept growing, she motioned to her lap. In a daze I did it, I laid across her lap. I felt her pull down the back of my brief and try her say,"You will behave in this sign, 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 throw in whining ”, and she hit me again with the paddle. I yelled out a footling louder.

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

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 uprise man, crying. I couldn't believe how the spanking was making me experience. Even in this country of turmoil I realized she must suffer 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 erection any more and I just started spewing cum, while crying. This caused her to totter harder and harder until the cramp quit and I had come like I had never come before. It was the first clip I'd come without masturbating, to be fair.

When I was totally spend she ordered,"Get up. Take those panties out of your sass and pull those trousers up with your hands and go back to your way and intend about this. If you don't conform to my measure of deportment in this firm, you can give, or you will be spanked until you do play those standards. Do you sympathise ?"

I looked down at the scanty in my hand 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 spermatozoan. She was sitting holding the panty and looking calmly directly into my middle.

"Yes, Miss Spencer."

I started back to my room.

"And you can do the wash tomorrow and houseclean this mess up."

"Yes, Miss Spencer."

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

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

young woman Herbert Spencer came to my room with a laundry basket and announced,"Time for breakfast, my laundry is in this basket for you to do. That will be the showtime affair you do after breakfast."

I helped her with breakfast and the cleanup without saying a Good Book. She went back to I my elbow room with me and made certain I got the bemire panties that had been in my mouth, and then I put them and the apparel I was wearing the net evening, in the basketful for the wash.

Miss Spencer followed me into the garage, and watched as I loaded the washer. As I was about to polish off, she looked at me and said,"Don't you know to separate delicates from regular wash ?"

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

She then proceeded to lecture me on exactly how the laundry should be done, what soap to use for what freight, which detail 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 mooring and panties that she was wearing along with the panty I had in my mouth were ‘ delicates'which required all sorts of limited handling and soap and were hung outside to dry. She showed me the rope demarcation that was attached to a pulley-block so I could hang the particular up with clothes peg from the window right beside the washer and use a pulley to incite them out into the 1000 and take them in the same way. She described exactly how to do all the washables and named several other token that were not in that load which should be hung up. It was both humiliating and exciting to be laundering fair sex's underwear. Which caused me to go back in to the house with a hard on, which was very noticeable. misfire 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 rules of order than an invitation, she announced it and turned around and started walking. I followed, though I wasn't looking forward to sitting on a hard kitchen chairperson, it had been uncomfortable at breakfast. She went to the pantry and got out a shock absorber and threw it on the floor by the chairwoman she was going to sit in with the comment,"nigh tyke were more comfortable sitting on the cushion instead of on a punishing storey after they had been spanked."I started to ask her why she didn't put the cushion on a chairman, but I thought about it and I just sat down. It was more comfortable than breakfast, though a minuscule strange sitting on the floor. She said,"waiting here, I'll be back in a minute"and left the room.

I was thinking both how strange this perspective of matter was and of memories it brought back to me. girl 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 dejeuner of a boy who has been good this morning."The snack was good and I was set for it. I started on it, savoring the biscuit when Miss Herbert Spencer took off her shoes and commenced to give herself a pedicure with me watching inches from her foot. I instantly got an erection as I understood what she was doing and I was mesmerized. I couldn't look at anything else as she carefully applied the nail polish remover with little cotton plant Lucille Ball then filed each toenail to a perfect length and put little cotton balls between her toes and applied brightly red nail polish. Once again, I couldn't help it. I was prisoner of my erection and watched every point while her voice droned on in the desktop. I was snapped out of my reverie when she said,"fountainhead, you certainly are paying stopping point aid. Would you like to help ?"I nodded my school principal but kept my center focused on her ft."serious, 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 good ”, but she moved her feet away so I had to slant further forward to observe it up. I did this for a few minutes and the sexual tension was overwhelming. She'd pull her fundament up and joggle her toes every span of minutes and say,"Not dry yet ”, and advance her substructure toward my face, 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 of meat to side and watched me crawl to keep 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 instant and an eternity and my mouth 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 blank space in my pedicure kit."

"Yes fille Spencer ”, even to me my interpreter sounded unusual.

I carefully took the cotton from between the toes and the cotton wool she had used for the pass with flying colors polish remover to the trash and came back in front of her and without giving any sign anything was unusual. She showed me how all the detail fit back in her kit and zipped it up and put it back on the table. She put her hired man under her thighs and started swinging her feet."Would you like to put my shoes and wind sock back on for me ?"

"Yes, girl Spencer."I got down on my hands and human knee 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 difficulty, which she didn't gossip on, then we did the former base. In silence I then put her skid back on her and laced them and tied them.

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

"Well, more task 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 misfire Spencer supervised everything I did, never giving me a second to myself to wank. She explained the right hand way and wrong way to do everything, and how she liked thing. 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 living elbow room. I was totally caught off safety, still trying to realise the spanking, and process the pedicure and thinking about masturbating, but agreed out of what was becoming wont as much as anything. I thought things were getting pretty unearthly, but not totally unpleasant. missy Spence ordering me around was oddly lift up.

I followed her into the living room where she sat down in her chair. I was going towards my usual place on the sofa, where I'd sat since I moved in after college, when Miss Spencer stopped me with the prompting,"Come over here and sit on the floor by my chair, like you used to do. call back how very much fun we had ?"

I paused and hesitated just a irregular. misfire Herbert Spencer was pointing to a plaza by her groundwork in movement of her chair. I looked where she was pointing and hesitated a second More. I looked at her bare leg and sensible high heel shoes and felt a beginning arousal. She was smiling and I was so excited I couldn't refuse. I walked over to her chair and sat down on the floor. She rubbed my hair's-breadth and said,"That's a goodness boy. This brings back great memories, doesn't it ?"

"Yes, Miss Spencer."

She told me how a good deal she missed the days when I was 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 rightfield. I loved it."

"Yes, Miss Spencer."

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

She crossed her legs and her foundation 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 open my oculus off her base thinking she must be noticing but she acted like goose egg was strange."I'm going to take my shoes off and loosen up, is that OK ?"

I swallowed."Yes, girl Spencer."

I sat in a daze as she took first one shoe then the early off and then her wind sleeve and put them in her shoes in the far side of her hot seat and crossed her wooden leg again and began dipping her now bare foot up and down. I examined it closely. Her pedicure was complete, the polish 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 significant dance step, but I was too arouse not to tell her,"You have very pretty substructure ”, gushed out.

She smiled and said,"Thank you"and wiggled her toes right in my fount."That was very nice and genteel. I like that."

Her attention seemed to go back to the TV and mine back to watching her hypnotically rhythmical foot, dangling just inch in social movement of my face.

With my eyes transfixed on her foot the sexual impression contined to overwhelm me and I cleared my throat,"fille Spencer ?"

"Yes."

"Could I kiss your foot ?"

There, I'd said it. I couldn't help myself though I wanted to masturbate and that need just took over my nous. I didn't know what to require 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 practiced boy today."

I leaned over and kissed her infantry closest to me, and, once started I couldn't point with a minuscule peck, as its closeness and storage from this sunup's pedicure washed over me. I hungrily licked it and sucked on her toes and licked between them. She offered the other substructure and I did the Lapp, she rubbed her soles all over my face and I stuck out my knife as she rubbed it from heel to toe. This went on for several minutes until she pulled her foot just tantalizingly out of reach and encouraged me to get on my work force and knees and crawl after it. When I got over to the other side of her electric chair and she picked up her shoes one at a clock time and put them in front of my face encouraging me to lick them, smell them, and snog them. I was in heaven.

She laughed a piddling tinkling laughter,"My, my, that's to a greater extent than just a unsubdivided minuscule kiss on my foot ”, but she kept moving them, and me, around, getting me on my articulatio genus in the air as she held it up, taking me down to the ground where she used her other foot to save my hired hand from supporting me as I laid my head flat on the flooring and kept on snuggling and licking. She got one human foot in under me and gestured for me to flex over and started fondling my penis with her foot, as I lay with my head flat on the floor and her former foot inside my backtalk while she pulled it in and out and traced my lips with her toes. For the second night in a row I had my smashing orgasm of all meter. She kept her human foot in my mouth shoving it in and out, in and out, through the all affair. I shook and groaned for several arcminute with her moving her foundation in my sass, and then tantalizingly on my brim and back to my mouth. It was absolutely crazy.

When I was still and obviously finished, missy 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 plum yourself up."But she said it with a smile.

She went down the Granville Stanley Hall toward her room. I'd put my drawers and underclothes in the laundry basketball hoop and gone into the bathroom to take a shower. 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 better for you, and put these with your laundry, you're responsible for this mess, after all. Then come back into the bread and butter room."She'd changed into a human knee length night-gown and threw some scanty and the eluding she had been wearing on the floor and held out a couple of pink ruffled scanty 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 encounter was out of the question 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 osculate and caress her feet had compromised me in some way.

So I just put the scanty on and put her soiled delicates into the handbasket and returned to the support elbow room where she was back sitting in her hot seat."come on over here and sit down ”, and she motioned me back to the story in front of her president. Her base were, again, inches from my brass whenever I looked up.

I sat transfixed for a couple of seconds as I realized her night-robe left a great deal of her legs 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,"young woman Spencer ?"

"Yes ?"

"Why do I have to wear the panties ?"

She looked at me."You seem to like making a jam all over yourself and causing me similar problem and that means lots of washables. If we're both wearing the Saame type clothes that will produce only one load, and, with the type laundry it is, since you will be hanging it on the line of merchandise, there will be no motivation to run the dryer."

It sounded strange but coherent. I'd never considered those thing. I couldn't think of why it might be wrong, but, to be bonny, my toilsome 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 and went back to watching it while I watched her feet which she constantly moved from place to place, changing her position, a couple of times actually brushing my nose. I remained enthralled until after the news.

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

I leaned over and didn't touch her foot with anything but my lips and kissed her base, one and then the former."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 young lady Spencer's feet 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 young woman Spencer.

I'd made all sorts of architectural plan for my two days off, the low gear day had gone without anything I'd planned getting done and the minute one was starting. Miss Herbert Spencer sent me back to my room before breakfast to direct my pants off asking,"What's the point of the panties if not to constitute the washables more efficient ? Do you think I just like you in scanty ?"

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

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

"What could you have to do that you consider more authoritative than family maintenance ?"

"I just had some personal errands."

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

"Yes, I was in an Honor sentry duty in ROTC, and I learned how to down everything."

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

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

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

"No, miss Spencer, it's dull and dealing with the world 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 good example, today I want my place polished ”.

With that she put the papers into envelopes, got up, went to her room and came back wearing flip-flops and carrying a pair of pairs of shoes. One was the sensible Robert Brown shoes that had a mates of column inch hound and lacing to tie. They were not the surprising duad, though. I'd seen them before. The surprise shoes were a span of boot that came up over her knee. They must throw been three feet tall, black leather with five-inch heel."You can round them on the kitchen floor while I work in the kitchen ”. She turned around to go to the kitchen leaving me to stick to her. I had an erection to go with the brake shoe. She just assumed that all talk of me running errands was ended, she'd made her decision and that was it, and I was in a sexual daze and in no state to belie her.

I asked her where she kept her shoe polish up and brushes and soft cloths and cotton wool balls.

"Oh, dear, I'm afraid I don't have most of that, we'll have to go to the store to get it. She started for the doorway, got her keystone from the hook before and I pointed out all I had on was a jersey and pantie. She laughed,"You can't very well go like that, can you. Do you have a pair of short circuit ?"

"Yes, Miss Spencer."

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

OK, I thought, I'll go in just shortstop 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 drawers on over the panties. They were gym shorts and had an elastic band waist and no pockets. Dressed, after a mode, I followed her out the room access and to her car and she drove us up to the local anaesthetic discount section store.

I followed her as she pushed the 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 make it a head trip ”, and went over to the women's department and bought a bunch of yoke of scanty, unlike gloss and dash, some with ruffles, some not, but all very feminine and childish. I was completely mortified and had difficulty hiding my erecting especially when she held the first of all yoke 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 demand plenty of panties due to my ‘ bad habits ’.

I mumbled,"Yes miss Herbert Spencer ’, and we went through the automatic check-out line, 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,"flexure up your short pants 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 make sure they fit before you take all the tatter off. Then fold them and put them in your dresser."She then showed me how to line them up so one could see the unlike coloring 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 champaign Patrick Victor Martindale White twosome and she had me turn around as she examined me and finally approved of the fit. I put my yellow panty 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 entirely scene as I masturbated later.

All this time, after I had gotten dressed in my panties again and cut all the tags off my new panty and put them in the drawer she kept talking about her brake shoe and what she had planned for our day. When I was finished she made me rearrange everything in the dresser so the pantie were in a drawer by themselves. I did all this with a raging boner which she couldn't have missed, she kept talking and I kept answering,"Yes, missy Spencer."

That's how I agreed to contain my ‘ boy's underwear'out of my dresser and hive away them in a drivel bag in the garage so we'd have plenty of room in the dresser. Of class, 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 base and started polishing shoes. She sat over me, at the kitchen table, swinging that foot in my face and watching me. We took a break for luncheon, which consumed another hour or so with the cleanup, but former than, that I polished her shoes while she talked to me about how undecomposed boy acted, what thing were like when I stayed over at her home in the summer. It was all just background noise to her feet. It took me a long time to finish up those boots, but they did search spectacular when I was finally done. She was very pleased, smiling and inspecting the horseshoe. She tweaked my pry with her understructure, complimenting me on the right job, and I couldn't hold it anymore. I had an sexual climax rightfield there, without touching anything. She sat, smiling, watching, and waiting for me to finish. Then she said,"fountainhead, I guess that is right on fourth dimension. Let's get you cleaned up, and put your bemire scanty in the laundry."

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

"Yes, young woman Spencer."

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

It turned out, as she'd said, there was plenty to do at Miss Spencer's house. She carefully cleaned and maintained every facet of her family 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 trash. I still don't know how it happened, I must not have been paying aid, only in a sexual daze and doing what Miss Spencer asked, and took them out myself. Or she did it without me noticing. It was no great deprivation to enjoin the truth, though. I had plenty of underclothing, albeit panty, due to Miss Spencer always buying to a greater extent for me when we went to the memory and she saw some cute ace she liked. I had panties all colors, with teddy bears and Minnie shiner and unicorns and everything adolescent or even vernal girlfriend wore. I, of course, wore panties all the time, mostly by themselves, under short 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 look with a"for sale"sign and phone figure on it. For a couplet of days people came to the door asking about it, and finally young woman Spencer said I was asking too much so I lowered the price until it was gone a duo of twenty-four hours 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 order the truth, didn't seem all bad.

Miss Spencer spanked me a couplet of Thomas More multiplication in the total calendar week. To be reliable, I enjoyed it. I'm ashamed to acknowledge each time I provoked it deliberately. After the 3rd time she told me the next time she'd change to a replacement. As soon as my butt healed totally, I provoked another spanking, and, admittedly to her Word, that metre she supervised while I went into the yard to cut one from her trees. It hurt like hell, but I reached a new senior high in my orgasm. A switch does look at longer to heal, but, even today, I still provoke her deliberately from time to time because just laying over her lap with her step-in stuffed in my sassing and getting switched is so erotic I have some of my best orgasms. After a good switching she always has me examine the stripes on my ass in the mirror and makes me call to be beneficial in the future, and she shakes her forefront and says,"Boys ”, and smiles.

I worship her feet almost daily. My preferred position is lying on my back, with my erection in fully view, with one of her infantry on my forehead pinning me to the floor and the former just above my lips so I have to stay out my tongue to touch it. She runs first one foot and then the former, just lightly touching my glossa and telling me how good it feels. She told me once that it almost made up for any wrongdoing I made she enjoyed it so much. I often came in my panty while she did this. She'd just shake her head and tousle my haircloth and verbalize about boys being son.

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

She didn't ever wear the iron heel at first. I'd still polish them once a workweek and she finally did wear them when I asked her to. She was taller than me anyway and she towered over me in the boots. I enjoy bowing down in front man of her and crawling on my abdomen and licking her boots. We do that every now and again as a special kickshaw and I look forward to it. Those coming are especially good too.

One even at bedtime after my bath she came into my room with a garden pink sexual morality device. Without asking or anything, she put it on me carefully checking it for security measures 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 foreland to her puss, while she still had her panties on and said I could osculate her goodnight if I wanted. I kissed her pussy through her panty for a span of minutes until she had me stop, had me make her scanty off, grabbed my pinna and put my nerve back in her pussy and let me kiss and lap up it for quite a retentive while. I know she had a span of orgasms and she told me how much she liked it and what a good candy kiss goodnight it was. We lay in bed, with my font between her branch, and her playing with my hairsbreadth while she told me that she knew how practically boy 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 fun.

I agreed,"Yes Miss Spencer."

That became the bedtime ritual. After my bathtub, 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 leave me locked up all night so I couldn't masturbate. Then she'd tell me to brush my teeth and rinse with mouthwash and she'd tuck me in and osculate me on the brow.

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

She didn't like hair on me, even though she had plenty of hair on her pussy. She started supervising the application of a depilatory a few times a month to hold open me perfectly smooth. She bought some clippers and cut my hair's-breadth herself, to the skin on the side with a shock of a couple of column inch on the top. She called it a regular boy's haircut and thought it made me wait adorable.

A mates of times she wouldn't unlock me saying she wanted to see what it was like to have a good boy that day, but a span of metre of this seemed to be enough, so now she unlocks me every day, saying she liked a real boy better. She kept a petty magic spell key on a gold mountain range around her ankle joint, but where the real key is kept, I still don't know to this day.

I wear step-in, and t-shirts and go barefoot around the house, adding trunks when we go outside when the weather was skillful, which it is mostly. On low temperature Day I wear jeans and washrag shirts and a coat and hat with ear flaps and galoshes outside to do chore care take out the refuse or excavator snow off the walk. I mow and edge the lawn or work in the garden in my shorts and t-shirt and my one dyad of tennis shoe while she sits in the middle of the curtilage on a lounger and watches 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 flop for her.

She still lets me kiss her feet almost every day as long as I have been pretty unspoiled. If I haven't been pretty good, she switches me. girl Herbert Spencer and Mom talk all the fourth dimension, and I call Mom every match of calendar week. Mom constantly tells me I need to find a job. I honestly don't know why, I have a wonderful life .