My Neighbor

Miss Herbert Spencer was our next-door neighbor when I was growing up. She was a thread maker, whatever that was. She taught English at the senior high school School and all the parents in our locality liked her. She not only volunteered for many neighborhood citizens committee and organized vicinity stop parties and the welcome Dipper, she looked out for the region kids in the summertime. She was about Mom's age. As a kid, I recognized that they weren't movie wizard, but I thought both of them were pretty, especially when they dressed up. Mom was a brunette, misfire Spencer a blonde. Miss Spencer was improbable than Mom. Besides looks, which were of import, Mom and young lady Spencer had dissimilar personalities. At least to a little kid, Miss Spencer always seemed happy whereas Mom seemed distressed most of the time, form of frazzled. young woman Spencer seemed chill out, like she could handle whatever came.

Her business organization taking guardianship of Thomas Kid in the summertime thrived. Kids could ride out right in the vicinity if miss Herbert Spencer took them, for the summer, so pick-up and drop-off was close to home. almost kids she took could walk to Miss Spencer's house in a tinge. She was very reliable and didn't complain if parents were a slight late picking the kids up. Parents could even, if they planned it, leave their kids with fille Spencer for a couple of days and get away. So, in the summertime there were generally three or four nipper at her theatre during the day, and, since most kids were only shaver, 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 missy Spencer next door was very convenient for her. Once, Mom even left me with her when she took a vacation to New York metropolis by herself. I really didn't mind. That's all Mom could talk about for a pair of calendar month after she got back and I loved staying with Miss Spencer.

The first year that Miss Spencer took aid of me during the summer, Mom emphasized one thing to me before she took me over to her house. Unlike Mom, Miss Herbert Spencer believed in spanking unruly tyke. Mom never spanked me at all, but young lady Spencer had Mom sign a release to reserve 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 young woman Spencer. All this vehemence made me a minuscule affright when I was taken over to her house the first day of the first year I stayed with her in the summertime. She was, after all, a high up schoolhouse instructor, and I was in elementary school. I knew how beggarly the in high spirits schoolhouse kids were and so I was pretty often in awe of anyone who could control them. Despite the dire warnings, it didn't turn out that way. Miss Spencer, who I had known slightly all my animation, was confident I would delight the summer and we would turn bully friends. Two other shaver from the neighborhood stayed with her that summertime, Katy, who was two years one-time than I, and heather mixture, who was my age. I wasn't really enthusiastic about playing with miss all summertime, but Miss Spencer pointed out that there were plenty of son who had a match of babe and no brothers, so she thought I would survive.

In any case, girl Spencer had something for us to do every day. I made a pocketbook for Dad, as an example, and a standard candle 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 geezerhood later when I finished college. foxiness like that only took up a helping of our day. Miss Herbert Spencer was different from Mom in another way. At dwelling, Mom took forethought of all the cleaning and meal training. At Miss Herbert Spencer's we took precaution of ourselves. We made our own lunch under supervising, cleaned up after ourselves, and did all kind of little task around the sign of the zodiac. With all that, we still had plentitude of meter to ourselves to play or read or just watch TV or drama with our phones or video games. Sometimes we'd go to museums, or the library, or take tours of factories and the local 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 kickoff class, she never even threatened to. I asked her about it and she just smiled and said as retentive as I behaved, I had nothing to worry about. Given Mom's admonitions, Miss Spencer's comment had quite an effect on me. I behaved. I was a good boy generally, understand, but I was thrifty to be on my best behavior at Miss Spencer's. The girls were too, we all behaved.

In addition to the inside of the house, Miss Herbert Spencer had a garden in her backyard where she grew veggie of all sorts. Having grown up in the suburbia of a big urban center, none of us had much to do with gardens but all of us learned a lot about them from young woman Spencer as we learned about a lot of thing.

Katy was our loss leader that showtime twelvemonth, she was oldest and had stayed with missy Spencer the yr before, so was experienced, but she was very prissy. I liked her a lot. heather mixture, on the other hand, liked me more than I liked her. You could tell, it wasn't anything I could point to, but her interest in me was plain. She coupled this with a trend to be bossy which I didn't like at all. She was always explaining to me the decent way to do things and how I ought to act towards women and how she was equal, whatever that meant, and how much I generally didn't know and she did. She was a minor pain in an otherwise fun summertime holiday from school.

When school day started up, I missed Miss Herbert Spencer and Katy and even Heather. I didn't public lecture to Katy at school, except to say"Hi ”, she was always with the big tike. I saw Heather more, but she wasn't in my course of study, and when I did see her, I was actually glad. That shoal twelvemonth I went over to Miss Spencer's a lot on Saturday. She gave me footling chores to help her around the mansion. Mom used to ask her what her secret was, she couldn't do anything to get me to help. But I did all sort of things to help young lady Herbert Spencer, like pulling weeds and taking out the refuse and other piddling job that came up. misfire Herbert Spencer would laugh and say that's how shaver are. When she got me alone she did tell me that it was a piddling let down to hear that I wasn't helping Mom out much, after all Mom had me and a job. After that trivial talking, I did more around our family, the minuscule chore that I did routinely at young lady Herbert Spencer's, like pick up after myself. I started taking out the garbage when it needed it rather than waiting for Mom to distinguish me to do it and hoping that she'd just do it instead of telling me. I even took the toter to the curb on pick-up Day and brought it back to the service department in the even. I did Miss Spencer's too. I even started helping to pick 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 make me a better kid, more aware of the spirit of others.

I grew up like this, with Dad on the periphery of my life, but with matter revolving around Mom and missy Spencer. The cast of kids at Miss Spencer's changed. I was the entirely constant. After the initiatory couplet of years the child were always immature, so I was always the leader with an assortment of boy and girls for my followers. I was a good kid, a short nerdy I guess, and not very popular in schoolhouse, but my life was very pleasant. I liked it when Miss Spencer referred to me as her supporter. That made me feel important and so I took my responsibility seriously. I taught the early kids how to wash and put away the dishes because young woman Herbert Spencer didn't like the dishwasher, for example and all the other task and craft she came up with to observe us busy. I did see her spank a match of kids in those long time. One never came back to the mansion, 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, I quit going over to Miss Spencer's except to help her now and again. She always had cookies and lemonade and former kickshaw. She didn't buy much in the store, but seemed to pee-pee everything from ingredient. It was really good.

I got through High schooltime OK, but I was never a particularly secure scholarly person. I went to the state of matter college because they had to carry all the high-pitched schooltime graduate of accredited commonwealth high-pitched shoal and because it gave me a vast tuition discount. School was difficult and lonely and I had to work, but I got through in six years owing no money.

Mom got remarried during my start yr at college to some guy who lived in California. Dad lived in Pelican State. Which left me with no dwelling house in the DoS. I was worried I would lose my home base state rebate so I wrote to Miss Spencer and explained it all and asked if I could use her destination as my home 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 firm for holidays and when I drove back to my hometown on a weekend off. I kept in pinch with Mom on the computer, but I wrote miss Spencer a couple of clock time a month and she always wrote back. Being an English people teacher, she thought writing letters was authoritative. I do n't be intimate 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 match of pace 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 happy 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 sentence, but became pretty much 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 busy and didn't have the resource to have a go at it up some kids had. I was a piffling unfrequented, I didn't have many friends at schooling, and between piece of work and classes almost all my meter was accounted for.

Miss Spencer kept on with her life sentence. Mom was in her early on 40's so I guess missy 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 living and we talked a lot about our summers spent together. I told her how daunt I was maiden meeting her, scared she was going to paddle me and be generally mean. She expressed some surprisal, 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 meter I was downstate, Miss Spencer got promoted to assistant principal and then, a year later, retired from school, and quit taking in kids. She told me that there were just too many ordinance to comply and, while she enjoyed teaching and fry, it wasn't worth the provocation. I put two and two together and decided changing rules 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 Crusade against"child abuse ”. Miss Herbert Spencer wrote she didn't really need the money, but she did overlook the company. I guess we were both a slight lonely my last twelvemonth in college.

Anyway, time passed, and after I finally got my degree in Journalism I resolved to relocate back to my hometown rather than California because I was worried about my throttle resource. Miss Spencer invited me to stay put at her house while I got settled and I accepted her generous offer. I did drive out and see Mom in CA. She had a whole new sprightliness there and, while she was very glad to see me it was obvious I was just a visitor in her Golden State base. Her husband seemed nice. Their kids were a little too rumbustious for my taste and loud.

All in all, I was make to head rest home when I headed back to Miss Spencer's. Pulling up in her driveway, in my old region, brought back a lot of pleasant memories. It really made me palpate like I was home again. She came to the door looking please to see me, and peaceful. I was really sword lily to see her. It was winter and her house was empty except for her, and she showed me to one of her spare sleeping room and I moved what stuff I had in. My car, 10 years old, but still ticking with 200,000+ miles sat in her driveway. We talked all that evening about my experiences and my design. The first orderliness of business organization was a job to get money coming in. I'd saved some, but not enough to exist for very long waiting for the perfect job. I told her I decided to John R. Major in news media ; which, in retrospect wasn't the best determination I'd ever made it wasn't as difficult as some majors. Surprisingly she said she'd always thought I'd realise a good teacher. I wasn't so sure. My hold up few long time had decreased rather than increased the measure 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 conscious of the need to start bringing in money. After the news on TV, I went to my way and slept like a baby.

young woman Spencer had a Wi-Fi hot smear and a desktop computer to tie in her to the internet. I was used to the Internet connecting me to all mode of resources and information, so connecting my laptop computer to it using her net was one of my first gear monastic order of commercial enterprise. I not only had a printing machine to use with my so I could print resumes and early things I needed without relying on store, everything worked pretty very much like it had at college.

Which was, to be honest though, mostly why I got the internet hooked up as soon as potential. I looked forward to being capable to accession porn again. I'd gotten so I really enjoyed it in college and everybody did it and I missed it. It was neat to get up and running and great to entertain myself again.

I went looking for work every day. I wanted something a step up from a fast-food articulatio, but a job that gave me some flexibleness when a considerably opportunity presented itself so I ended up working at a grocery store store in the green groceries department. It was dampen, but I made some money. Miss Herbert Spencer encouraged me not to take away the job and continue looking for a better chance, but I was adamant. She tried to call on down my offer to pay rip saying my companionship was defrayal enough. We ended up deciding on $ 300 a month, and I determined to buy plenty of groceries.

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

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

"Really, you don't call up us talking about spanking and how I said you had nix 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 sojourn 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 forebode that behaving ?"

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

She sat down and her wench rose up just a little and I thought during the confusion that she has pretty legs. I was having those thoughts, which were causing the beginnings of an erection, and totally garbled, when she picked up the paddle and said,"yield down your trousers."

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

Without fully comprehending all this, I did it. Then, with my trousers around my ankles and my erection hidden by my handwriting as it kept growing, she motioned to her lap. In a daze I did it, I laid across her lap. I felt her force down the spinal column of my Jockey shorts and heard her say,"You will behave in this star sign, or you will get what you deserve ”, and she smacked my tush with the paddle. I whimpered,"No."

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

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

All this clock time my erection was rubbing up and down on her lap and as it grew to its maximal size, but she kept spanking. I was crying, a develop man, crying. I couldn't believe how the spanking was making me feel. Even in this Department of State of turmoil I realized she must make felt my hard on, and that had to stop her, there was absolutely no way she could drop 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 waddle harder and harder until the cramp quit and I had come like I had never come before. It was the first time I'd come without masturbating, to be honest.

When I was totally spent she ordered,"Get up. Take those panties out of your mouth and get out those pant up with your workforce and go back to your way and consider about this. If you don't meet my standards of behavior in this mansion, you can leave, or you will be spanked until you do cope with those standards. Do you understand ?"

I looked down at the scanty in my handwriting that had been in my mouth. scanty, 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 scanty and looking calmly directly into my centre.

"Yes, young woman Spencer."

I started back to my room.

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

"Yes, Miss Spencer."

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

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

Miss 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 first thing you do after breakfast."

I helped her with breakfast and the cleanup without saying a news. She went back to I my way with me and made sure I got the soiled panties that had been in my mouth, and then I put them and the clothes I was wearing the live on evening, in the handbasket for the wash.

Miss Spencer followed me into the garage, and watched as I loaded the washer. As I was about to cease, she looked at me and said,"Don't you know to dissever delicates from unconstipated race ?"

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

She then proceeded to lecture me on exactly how the washing should be done, what soap to use for what shipment, which items to wash off together, what temperature for the water system for each kind of clothes and which items could dry in the dryer and which she preferred hung outside. Her gaffe and panties that she was wearing along with the pantie I had in my mouth were ‘ delicates'which required all sorts of special treatment and max and were hung outside to dry. She showed me the rope tune that was attached to a pulley so I could hang the items up with clothespins from the windowpane right beside the washer and use a pulley to strike them out into the chiliad and ingest them in the same way. She described exactly how to do all the washing and named several other items that were not in that consignment which should be hung up. It was both humiliating and exciting to be laundering women's underclothes. Which caused me to go back in to the theater 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 occur in the kitchen for a snack was more an 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 chair, it had been uncomfortable at breakfast. She went to the larder and got out a shock and threw it on the floor by the electric chair she was going to sit in with the comment,"about tyke were more comfortable sitting on the shock instead of on a hard floor after they had been spanked."I started to ask her why she didn't put the cushion on a president, 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,"delay here, I'll be back in a minute"and left the room.

I was thinking both how strange this view of thing was and of retention it brought back to me. young woman Spencer was back in a moment with a kit of some kind. She got me some lemonade and cooky from and commented,"I don't suppose these will ruin the luncheon of a boy who has been good this morning."The bite was good and I was ready for it. I started on it, savoring the cooky when Miss Spencer took off her shoes and commenced to give herself a pedicure with me watching inches from her groundwork. 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 clod then filed each toenail to a gross duration and put little cotton glob between her toes and applied burnished red nail finish. Once again, I couldn't help it. I was prisoner of my erection and watched every item while her voice droned on in the background. I was snapped out of my air castle when she said,"fountainhead, you certainly are paying tightlipped attention. Would you like to help ?"I nodded my head but kept my center focused on her animal foot."Good, why don't you blow on my toes to avail dry them ?"

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

She giggled and said,"That's very estimable ”, but she moved her feet away so I had to lean further forward to go along it up. I did this for a few minute and the intimate tension was overwhelming. She'd pull her foot up and jiggle her toes every couple of proceedings and say,"Not dry yet ”, and advance her feet toward my human face, not quite as far as she had before, until I was completely on all four-spot in front of her. She teased me. I know she did it deliberately, but I couldn't stop or say anything as she moved her metrical foot from position to side and watch me cower to keep on blowing.

"They're dry, it's been half an hour"snapped me out of the vista. I felt like it had been both an second and an timeless existence and my back talk was dry as I rocked back.

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

"Yes misfire Spencer ”, even to me my vocalism sounded unknown.

I carefully took the cotton from between the toes and the cotton she had used for the nail culture remover to the trash and came back in movement of her and without giving any sign anything was strange. She showed me how all the token fit back in her kit and zipped it up and put it back on the table. She put her hands under her second joint and started swinging her pes."Would you like to put my skid and air-sleeve back on for me ?"

"Yes, young woman Spencer."I got down on my hands and stifle as she handed me one of her socks and pointed her toes and held her metrical foot up for me. I put the drogue on with some difficulty, which she didn't comment on, then we did the early foot. In silence I then put her shoes back on her and laced them and tied them.

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

"Well, more chores need to be done,"and I took my shock absorber and glass and put them up. I was in this intimate fog all good afternoon, desperately wanting to ejaculate.

That good afternoon Miss Spencer supervised everything I did, never giving me a minute to myself to jerk off. She explained the right way and amiss way to do everything, and how she liked matter. We had supper that nighttime 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 time together in the aliveness room. I was totally caught off guard, still trying to understand 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 intoxicating.

I followed her into the living way 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 Herbert Spencer stopped me with the suggestion,"Come over here and sit on the flooring by my chair, like you used to do. think back how very much fun we had ?"

I paused and hesitated just a second. fille Spencer was pointing to a lieu by her animal foot in front of her professorship. I looked where she was pointing and hesitated a indorsement more. I looked at her bare peg and sensible gamey heel skid and felt a beginning foreplay. She was smiling and I was so stimulate I couldn't refuse. I walked over to her chair and sat down on the trading floor. She rubbed my haircloth and said,"That's a good boy. This brings back majuscule memories, doesn't it ?"

"Yes, girl Spencer."

She told me how much she missed the years when I was young and obedient."In fact, I think you were the most obedient baby I watched any summer. You were so sweetness and wanted to please 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 trusted since I was such a secure boy at essence she knew she could get me back on the redress track.

She crossed her branch and her foot was almost in my side. She rocked it back and forth, as she turned on the TV. I watched it, almost hypnotized.

This went on for a few second. I couldn't keep my eyes off her ft thinking she must be noticing but she acted like null was strange."I'm going to take my brake shoe off and relax, is that OK ?"

I swallowed."Yes, young lady Spencer."

I sat in a fog as she took first one skid then the former off and then her air sock 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 understructure up and down. I examined it closely. Her pedicure was perfect, the gloss was red and I couldn't help myself, I couldn't. I stood it as long as I could.

"fille Spencer ?"

"Yes ?"

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

She smiled and said,"Thank you"and wiggled her toes right in my cheek."That was very squeamish and civilized. I like that."

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

With my eyes transfixed on her foot the sexual touch contined to whelm me and I cleared my pharynx,"Miss Spencer ?"

"Yes."

"Could I kiss your foot ?"

There, I'd said it. I couldn't assist myself though I wanted to she-bop and that need just took over my mind. I didn't know what to expect and I looked at her set 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 good boy today."

I leaned over and kissed her substructure closest to me, and, once started I couldn't stop with a little peck, as its closeness and computer memory 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 foot and I did the Lapplander, she rubbed her soles all over my brass and I stuck out my tongue as she rubbed it from heel to toe. This went on for several bit until she pulled her foot just tantalizingly out of scope and encouraged me to get on my hands and knees and Australian crawl after it. When I got over to the former slope of her chair and she picked up her shoes one at a metre and put them in front of my cheek encouraging me to puzzle out them, sense them, and kiss them. I was in heaven.

She laughed a slight tinkling joke,"My, my, that's more than just a simple little kiss on my foot ”, but she kept moving them, and me, around, getting me on my genu in the air as she held it up, taking me down to the ground where she used her other foot to keep my workforce from supporting me as I laid my oral sex flat on the floor and kept on kissing and licking. She got one groundwork in under me and gestured for me to turn over and started fondling my member with her groundwork, as I lay with my question flat on the floor and her early groundwork inside my mouth while she pulled it in and out and traced my lips with her toes. For the s night in a row I had my greatest orgasm of all time. She kept her understructure in my mouth shoving it in and out, in and out, through the unit thing. I shook and groaned for several minute of arc with her moving her understructure in my oral cavity, 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 basketful for you to do tomorrow. And clean-living yourself up."But she said it with a smile.

She went down the Asaph Hall toward her room. I'd put my pants and underwear in the washing basket and gone into the bathroom to charter a exhibitioner. I was drying off when Miss 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 passel, after all. Then follow back into the keep room."She'd changed into a knee length night-gown and threw some scanty and the slickness she had been wearing on the floor and held out a pair of garden pink ruffled panty until I took them, then she turned and walked away.

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

So I just put the panty on and put her soiled delicates into the hoop and returned to the living room where she was back sitting in her chair."seminal fluid on over here and sit down ”, and she motioned me back to the story in front of her chair. Her feet were, again, column inch from my face whenever I looked up.

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

I cleared my throat,"miss Spencer ?"

"Yes ?"

"Why do I have to wear the panties ?"

She looked at me."You seem to wish making a mess all over yourself and causing me interchangeable trouble and that means lots of laundry. If we're both wearing the same type wearing apparel that will make only one load, and, with the eccentric laundry it is, since you will be hanging it on the line, there will be no need to run the dryer."

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

"You're receive"and then she switched the TV back on with the remote and went back to watching it while I watched her feet which she constantly moved from billet to lieu, changing her position, a couple of metre actually brushing my nose. I remained enthralled until after the news.

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

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

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

I'd made all form of programme for my two days off, the outset day had gone without anything I'd planned getting done and the irregular one was starting. overleap Spencer sent me back to my room before breakfast to pack my pants off asking,"What's the dot of the panties if not to make the laundry more efficient ? Do you reckon I just like you in panty ?"

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

We sat there a few minutes her looking at some papers from the mail, me mesmerized by her understructure. 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 of import than plate maintenance ?"

"I just had some personal errands."

"I'd planned on you polishing place today. You do lie with how to polish shoes don't you ?"

"Yes, I was in an award Guard in ROTC, and I learned how to polish everything."

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

I cleared my pharynx and continued,"I have to go back to turn 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, girl Spencer, it's dull and dealing with the public is never fun, it's certainly not worth the little they pay me."

"springiness them notice tomorrow, there is plenty for you to do around the home. For object lesson, today I want my brake shoe polished ”.

With that she put the papers into gasbag, got up, went to her elbow room and came back wearing flip-flops and carrying a twosome of pairs of horseshoe. One was the reasonable John Brown shoes that had a couple of in heel and laces to tie. They were not the surprising pair, though. I'd seen them before. The surprising place were a twain of kick that came up over her genu. They must have been three feet tall, black leather with five-inch heel."You can smooth them on the kitchen floor while I work in the kitchen ”. She turned around to go to the kitchen leaving me to comply her. I had an erecting to go with the shoe. 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 daze and in no state to belie her.

I asked her where she kept her shoe polish and copse and gentle fabric and cotton balls.

"Oh, dear, I'm afraid I don't have well-nigh of that, we'll have to go to the computer storage to get it. She started for the door, got her keys from the hook before and I pointed out all I had on was a t-shirt 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."

"well, 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 shortstop and a jersey like a little kid. I went back to my way to get them and she followed me and watched as I put the shorts on over the step-in. They were gym short circuit and had an elastic waist and no pockets. Dressed, after a fashion, I followed her out the doorway and to her car and she drove us up to the local discount department store.

I followed her as she pushed the pushcart and I showed her what we needed. I explained skewer shining to her. We got all we needed and she said,"As long as we're here, we might as well relieve oneself it a misstep ”, and went over to the woman's department and bought a bunch of brace of panties, dissimilar colors and styles, some with choker, some not, but all very feminine and childish. I was completely embarrassed and had trouble hiding my erection especially when she held the first pair up and asked if I thought they'd fit me. I didn't think anybody heard, but I answered in the affirmative. She didn't act like anything was unusual about this though, just commenting that I would need plenty of panties due to my ‘ bad habits ’.

I mumbled,"Yes Miss Herbert Spencer ’, and we went through the automatic check-out pedigree, thank God, and back to the car. I had the skid 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 place, Miss Spencer said,"faithful up your underdrawers and put them back in the dresser, you hardly had them on at all. These panties are all the same size, so try one on and make sure they fit before you take all the ticket off. Then fold them and put them in your dresser."She then showed me how to logical argument them up so one could see the different colour and styles.

It was embarrassing taking off my drawers and the panties I was wearing and exposing my hard on, but she just stood there watching and waiting while I tried on a plain white span 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 erecting was as obvious as a gorilla in a way fully of teddy bears. I remember the metaphor exactly. It would add texture to the whole scene as I masturbated later.

All this metre, after I had gotten dressed in my panties again and cut all the tags off my new panties and put them in the drawer she kept talking about her shoes and what she had planned for our day. When I was finished she made me rearrange everything in the vanity so the panties 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, Miss Spencer."

That's how I agreed to involve my ‘ boy's underwear'out of my bureau and lay in them in a garbage bag in the garage so we'd have plenty of room in the dresser. Of course, I wound up with no underwear but the scanty 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 horseshoe. She sat over me, at the kitchen mesa, swinging that foot in my expression and watching me. We took a break for lunch, which consumed another hour or so with the cleanup, but other than, that I polished her shoes while she talked to me about how full son acted, what affair were like when I stayed over at her firm in the summer. It was all just background noise to her animal foot. It took me a long time to stop those the boot, but they did look spectacular when I was finally done. She was very pleased, smiling and inspecting the skid. She tweaked my nose with her foot, complimenting me on the good job, and I couldn't hold it anymore. I had an orgasm right there, without touching anything. She sat, smiling, watching, and waiting for me to stop. Then she said,"Well, I guess that is powerful on time. Let's get you cleaned up, and put your soiled scanty in the laundry."

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

"Yes, missy Spencer."

The next day I tried to yield notice to the foodstuff storehouse, but they just accepted my immediate final result, promised to send me my final examination hitch 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 house. She carefully cleaned and maintained every facet of her 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 for the first time month after I quit my job the garbage bag containing all my boxers disappeared, I think into the wish-wash. I still don't get laid how it happened, I must not have been paying attending, only in a sexual haze and doing what fille Spencer asked, and took them out myself. Or she did it without me noticing. It was no great release to narrate the truth, though. I had stack of underwear, albeit panties, due to Miss Herbert Spencer always buying more for me when we went to the store and she saw some cute ace she liked. I had step-in all semblance, with teddy bears and Minnie Mouse and unicorns and everything teen or even unseasoned girls wore. I, of row, don panties all the fourth dimension, 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 involve two cars as she could labor us everywhere and she was tired of looking at it. I put it out front with a"for sale"preindication and speech sound number on it. For a duet of days people came to the door asking about it, and finally Miss Spencer said I was asking too much so I lowered the Mary Leontyne Price until it was gone a duad of sidereal day 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 Herbert Spencer, which, to order the truth, didn't seem all bad.

Miss Spencer spanked me a couple of more times in the derive weeks. To be honest, I enjoyed it. I'm ashamed to allow in each time I provoked it deliberately. After the third time she told me the side by side time she'd alteration to a switch. As soon as my stern healed totally, I provoked another spanking, and, true to her Holy Writ, that meter she supervised while I went into the M to cut one from her trees. It hurt like hell, but I reached a new high in my sexual climax. A switch does pack longer to heal, but, even today, I still provoke her deliberately from time to time because just laying over her lap with her scanty stuffed in my mouth and getting switched is so erotic I have some of my best climax. After a good switching she always has me try the banding on my ass in the mirror and makes me foretell to be respectable in the hereafter, and she shakes her head and says,"boy ”, and smiles.

I worship her feet almost daily. My favorite place is lying on my book binding, with my erection in total prospect, with one of her human foot on my forehead pinning me to the floor and the other just above my brim so I have to stick out my lingua to meet it. She runs first one infantry and then the other, just lightly touching my tongue and telling me how salutary it feels. She told me once that it almost made up for any errors I made she enjoyed it so often. I often came in my panties while she did this. She'd just rock her head and tangle my hair and talk about boys being boys.

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

She didn't ever wear the flush at first. I'd still smoothen them once a hebdomad and she finally did fatigue 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 of her and crawling on my belly and licking her boots. We do that every now and again as a special treat and I look forward to it. Those orgasms are especially good too.

One even at bedtime after my bath she came into my room with a pink virtue device. 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 dissimilar before bed. Then she took me to her bedroom, grabbed my ears, lay down on her bed and moved my head to her pussy, while she still had her panties on and said I could kiss her goodnight if I wanted. I kissed her kitty-cat through her panties for a couple of arcminute until she had me stop, had me subscribe to her panties off, grabbed my ears and put my face back in her pussy and let me kiss and lick it for quite a hanker while. I know she had a couple of sexual climax and she told me how very much she liked it and what a good osculation goodnight it was. We lay in bed, with my face between her leg, and her playacting with my hair while she told me that she knew how a lot boys liked to be smutty, but she wanted our candy kiss 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 cruddy, instead it would be beautiful, and, knowing that, she'd have Sir Thomas More fun.

I agreed,"Yes Miss Spencer."

That became the bedtime ritual. After my tub, she'd manipulate my phallus into the device and whorl me up and I'd kiss her goodnight the way she showed me and she'd leave me locked up all Nox so I couldn't masturbate. Then she'd tell me to brush my teeth and rinse with gargle and she'd tuck me in and kiss me on the forehead.

In the morning when we were all up and going after breakfast, when she could 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 flock of whisker on her pussy. She started supervising the covering of a depilator a few times a month to hold me perfectly smooth. She bought some clipper ship and cut my pilus herself, to the skin on the sides with a shock of a couple of inches on the top. She called it a steady boy's haircut and thought it made me appear adorable.

A couple of time she wouldn't unlock me saying she wanted to see what it was like to give a effective boy that day, but a couple of times of this seemed to be enough, so now she unlocks me every day, saying she liked a very boy better. She kept a little charm key on a Au Sir Ernst Boris Chain around her ankle, but where the real key is kept, I still don't know to this day.

I wear panties, and t-shirts and go barefoot around the house, adding shorts when we go outside when the weather was nice, which it is mostly. On low temperature twenty-four hours I wear blue jean and tweed shirts and a coat and hat with ear flaps and galosh outside to do chores like remove out the garbage or shovel snow off the base on balls. I mow and edge the lawn or oeuvre in the garden in my shorts and t-shirt and my one pair of tennis shoes while she sits in the midsection of the thou on a lounger and watches everything I do, moving it so I can get to the place she covered. She likes to stimulate everything done right, and I like everything to be rightfulness for her.

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