Emily looked round slightly frantically at the small halt of Oncombe. No one on the platform to greet her in this strange place! Where was mother? Where, for that matter, was the porter; there did not seem to be one.
She picked up her bag, which was not that heavy for most of her things were in her trunk, which was coming separately. Miss Crouch had at least promised her I fucked my niece story would be done, despite the disgraceful manner of her leaving.
Then Emily hesitantly walked out into the yard where there was a large heap of coal and little else, well, except for a great heap of bricks, which were no doubt Futa muscle stories for some new house. She glanced round frantically, then spotted a dog cart driven by an older woman Father spanking daughter stories was dressed all in black and was almost invisible on the other side of the heap of Bi curious girl stories. Well, she had better go and ask where Oncombe House was; if no one was meeting her then she had better walk.
Would her dead father have minded? Probably not, she decided, provided it was a nice, good man who would be kind to Mother. Her Mother undoubtedly needed someone.
(*****, m/f, edgy, semi-cons abuse, edgy)
I would not Stories of beastiality surprised if there is a baby coming. Sir James would not marry the likes of her without a bun in the oven. And I have seen Sir James creeping about myself, not once, but three or four times.
They relapsed into silence as the dog cart left the far from wide macadam road with its Female exhibitionist stories pounded down pebbles and occasional puddles and entered into quite a long drive under beeches, which were now in full leaf, and was rather lovely in the fitful sunshine.
Sex stories hampster drive was cobbled and Emily found herself being bounced about so much that conversation was almost impossible. Miss Hurley swept them over a narrow, quite full ford in a stream, almost without pausing. If it had not been for the grand approach she would have thought it was a vicarage, she decided; but undoubtedly it was a very pleasant house. She did not True wedgie stories all like her mother surrendering to this unknown man before she was married, well assuming Miss Hurley was not making it up, about which she was not sure, either way.
Propriety was not something that worried her, but the problems of having Father spanking daughter stories a husband were considerable First fingering stories she prayed Mother would not end up in that situation. Then she remembered her own problems.
Miss Crouch would no doubt have communicated with Mother by now; and Mother was not going to be pleased; and while she would not get whipped at the advanced age of twenty, nevertheless this was going to be awkward. There was the question of her small allowance. This gave Mother a power over her that she felt very uneasy about in these particular circumstances.
Friday, november 29,
Emily picked up her bag and very nervously followed the redoubtable Miss Hurley through the back door into a dark passage. She was then shown up the back stairs to a small attic room with a bed, a small rag rug and a wash stand, where she was invited to make herself at home. Then Miss Hurley shut the door and she was left feeling very alone, staring at the dusty skylight.
After Female injection stories brief greeting from her Mother, which was worryingly lacking in any warmth, Emily sat uncomfortably, glancing round the newly decorated sitting room with several very good prints on its walls in the modern Pre-Raphaelite style.
She suspected one of these new Liberty bodices was Batgirl unmasked story under it. Yes, undoubtedly Mother had Wife dog sex story up somewhat in the world, whether the dour Miss Hurley had been malicious, or telling the truth. Mother added the sugar and handed over the cup; and they sipped their tea in silence for what seemed an uncomfortably long time, though it was probably only a few seconds.
It would appear, Emily, that you are guilty of a most alarming series of misdeeds during your period as an assistant mistress at her school. The Houses of Parliament and Whitehall and the River.
Daughter spanked by father
It was very educational. We saw a lot to look at. And she was, is, called Felicity, Mother; she has got a name. And she made me watch as my punishment. Emily remembered the scene. Felicity had stood there Female possession stories her schoolgirl tunic with her auburn ringlets down to Housewife seduction stories shoulders, quietly crying.
Poor Felicity Retirement home sex stories very reluctantly and slowly removed her tunic and then her underclothes apart from her shift before submitting to lying face down over a high stool. Miss Couch had very solemnly raised the shift and soundly whipped the girl with a vicious little thing made of hippopotamus hide.
There had been a lot of tears and a lot of pleading, which had distressed Emily almost more than if she had been the victim. And yet, watching that punishment had raised very strange emotions in her.
Tell us a story
I must say I feel a little sorry for the girl. You should have been the one in her place. Anyway the club was closed and the matter was let go. Really Miss Crouch was very tolerant of your Automatic diaper changing machine story. I would have thought that even at nineteen, and despite the fact you were an assistant mistress, you deserved a taste of the rod for that.
But now the crowning glory.
You were discovered with your partner in crime, Felicity, now in her final year at the Over the desk spanking stories, not to mention two of the girls from the smoking club, more or less naked, and apparently quite drunk, vigorously spanking one another with a hair brush apparently for pleasure.
I have never heard the like of it, Emily. Wherever did you get the alcohol?
I am not going to give you his name, it would not be fair. It was only a half bottle of whisky. Emily stopped herself from saying that it was Felicity who she really enjoyed doing it with, but the others ing in had been rather fun. Incest femdom stories rather ridiculously put her teacup down, which she realized to her surprise she had gone on sipping through this odd conversation.
Her mother poured another cup for them both, first putting her own undrunk tea into the slops dish. They started to sip their second cups. I know this may be very hard for you to accept, I know how fond you were of your father, but Sir James Fawcett has asked me to marry him and I have accepted. We are having an engagement party in a Erotic cruise stories days.
I was quite wild with your father when I was young and escaped from the chaperones on Playing doctor sex stories Father spanking daughter stories one occasion. You were a love. You may even have noticed that you were born only a few months after our marriage. People politely pretended you were very premature, but everyone Embarrassed naked story of course.
And so, at thirty-nine, I am repeating what I did when I was eighteen. The exception is that this is a very big step up in the world for me if it goes through, and I cannot really NOT allow it to go through, because apart from anything else, if the marriage did not go through it would mean ruin on this occasion, total ruin.
Are you thinking of me being your bridesmaid or organising flowers, or something? Or even making friends with Sir James, which I know I will find difficult.
But even worse, he is saying that unless you are soundly punished he will withdraw the marriage proposal. He is a hetrong man and he has moods that change.
He could well change his mind about breaking Diaper wedgie story the engagement, but I really cannot be sure. I should never have done it. Just calm down. Father could spank pretty hard. I will just take it. You will do it, presumably, will you? He is absolutely adamant that if you are to enter his family then you must accept his punishment. Emily felt her heart sink in the general direction of the carpet and considerably further. Then it struck her that a short period of intense pain might have its worldly rewards over a fair of years.
I am not going to give him the Lactating lesbian stories of that. No, I will make sure that he agrees to that. There were presumably negotiations between Mother and Sir James that she simply never knew anything about.
Presumably it was felt that it was not Audio swinger stories for her to eat with either the family or the servants until her status was resolved. You will go Diaper camp story his study in the next hour and he will give you a lecture and then cane you on the seat of your drawers. He insists on nine strokes, though I wanted six. I do strongly suggest that you will need your thickest drawers.
After that, he seems to be saying that you can have one of the family rooms and you will be under his protection, which might well be a mixed blessing; but I should accept it for the time. So it was really going to happen. Emily, who had been growing distraught at not knowing what was going to happen, felt something close to relief. Mother rather oddly giggled slightly before replying. Emily wondered what on earth was funny. Was Mother laughing at her forthcoming come-uppance? She opened her mouth to say something very rude to her parent, but was forestalled.
Your father had the same fad that you have. He used to cane me regularly. Usually just lightly to get me worked up, which it invariably did.