Posted by Ian on November 19, 2000 at 06:39:44:
**Rosie Dixon - part 1**
This is a new story I've just uploaded to my site - Spankers Inn which is a bit different because its also a photostory.
So if you want to see the photo's that go with this tale you'll have to visit my site..
Think this is ok to post here...not too naughty, though with parts 2 and 3 don't think I'll be able to be such a good lad.
Hope you enjoy it.
Ian.
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Rosie Dixon 1.
Part 1 - Slipping his fingers into the waistband of her white knickers, he began to tug them down over the cheeks of her fat bum which were still throbbing smartly after the first few spanks her had given her over her underwear.
"Oh..hmmmmmmmmm must you .?" sighed the blonde haired girl as she lay over his lap wriggling slightly as his warm hand grazed a particularly sore spot on her upthrust behind.
"Fraid so petal...remember, its intended to be a punishment to teach you not to be so forgetful in future isn't it.?" he replied starkly as the full bulging expanse of her arse popped into view.
"Oh well, s'ppose so, I guess." she sniffed, wishing she wasn't so scatterbrained with her money for look where it had got her........about to be spanked.!!
*
"Brrrrrrrrrrrrr.!!!!" shivered Rosie standing in the lobby to the block of flats where she and the other Nurses lived as she shook out her black umbrella sending raindrops flying everywhere.
The building, a grey concrete tower, five stories high with around ten individual apartments was situated just across the road from the Royal Victoria Hospital and so was popular with those that worked there. At the sound of her moaning a head popped itself out of the "Enquiries" window as she folded her brolly, wincing as she started to undo the buttons on her bright yellow raincoat.
It was Mr Hardy...her landlord.
"Hello petal, raining hard.?" he smiled as she looked down at the puddle forming round her feet and groaned.
"Its bloomin' tipping it down outside Mr H so it is, oh bugger I'm wet through.!!" she sighed slipping off her waterproof to leave her standing shivering in her rather tight white uniform. Watching keenly as she tottered around, Mr H stuck out his tongue and licked his nose as she bent over at the waist trying to straighten her white stockings and giving him a first class view of her rather large white covered bum sticking up at him.
"By gum....." he muttered to himself, smiling innocently as she straightened up and came to stand before him as he looked out through his office window. One thing twenty-four year old Miss Dixon was not and that was lacking in the "well-stacked in all the right places" department for she filled out her uniform with a kind of innocent "umphhhhh" that whenever he saw her had him walking around with a hard-on for the rest of the bloody day!!.
"Hard day luv.?" he asked trying hard not to stare like a dirty old man.
"Hmmm hmmm, I was on bed bath duty today...blecchhh, never seen so many randy old men Mr H, it was like privates on parade. I tell you Mr H, I didn't know where to look half the time aaaaaaand even some of the buggers offered is money to..to...well, you know." she stuttered to a blushing halt as her landlord bit his lip trying not to laugh at the disgusted look on her pretty young face.
He could just about picture all those old codgers lying in bed when in walked Nurse Dixon with her soap, water and sponge...
"Hello Mr So and so...would you like me to give you a bath this morning.?"...hah, bet they all thought Christmas had come early the lucky devils.!!
"Best get yourself upstairs and dry off before you catch yer death of cold Rosie." he smiled as she reached up to untangle the tats in her long hair, just as he was about to return to his desk a thought occurred to him as he watched the sway of her arse as she made her way to the lift.
"Oh nearly forgot pet, remember its that time of the month again oky-dky.?" he called after her as the doors shwooshed open and she stepped in. Rosie blushed and gave him a weak smile.
"Oh crumbs," she thought to herself as the lift shuddered its way up to her 4th floor flat,"...the rent.!!"
*
Now where Rosie was concerned, money was the root and source of all her troubles for when she got it every month in her pay packet off she'd troop with her friends and paint the town a lovely shade of red.....never once thinking about putting a bit by for boring trivialities such as her bed and board. Live for today was her motto.
On the last friday of the past two months, she'd been so skint she had gone downstairs, crossed her fingers, fluttered her eyelashes and with a little girl voice wheedled....
"Oh Mr H, I've been ever so daft, my mam was right when she sez I'm hopeless with money," she had smiled apologetically at him,"...can I , can I pay you double next month....pleeeeease.?"
Poor old Mr H.
He'd just sigh a sigh, waggle a stern finger warning "no more let-off's Rosie, pay yer rent on time or else there'll be trouble.!!"whilst trying ever so hard to sound like he meant it, but...ahhh well, she'd just stare at him innocently with those blue eyes and wearing THAT uniform and he could feel all his resolve float away as with a "tut tut..next time mind Rosie.!!" he would nod his head and she would then step forward and kiss him on the cheek in delight as he copped a quick hug from her.
"Bugger.!!" he'd mutter to himself as he watched her bum doing the rumba as she'd walk away..off no doubt for another night on the town leaving him all alone in his office rubbing his dick and calling himself all the names under the sun for being so soft with her.
But what could he do.?
He didn't want to come over as a grumpy old so and so.
He most definitely didn't want to evict her for he would miss their little chats when she came home from work each day and the way she cheered him up whenever she was around. Hmmmmmm.......it was then something unexpected popped into his head.
Something he had seen long ago when he was little.
*
Harold "Harry" Hardy was ten years old, he lived with his mam after she had gotten divorced from his dad when he was eight due to him being a ladies man about town. His mother was a good, kind woman who waddled through life with a smile that matched her manner and who, to keep a roof over their heads and put food on the table had taken a job at "Mr T. Graves & Sons" the local Undertakers as a receptionist. Many was the time he'd find himself going to the funeral parlour after school to wait for her to finish work at five o'clock then they would go to the local shops to get something to take home for tea.
It was a Friday.
Running along the street, Harry arrived at the shop-door and to his surprise found it locked. With a frown, he tried to peek through the white nets hanging in the window to see where his mother was, but there was no sign of her in the office.
Where was she.?
Picking up his sachel, he turned and headed for the end of the street where he made his way through the back alley until he found himself at the rear of the buildings, counting the backyards as he went he found himself before a pair of big black gates made of iron spikes welded together like a portcullis. With a grunt he clicked open the latch, heaved it open and tip-toed quietly to the small building from where he could see a single lightbulb shining in the evening gloom.
Maybe his mam was having a cup of tea with old man Graves snr..the owner. At the thought of her boss, Harry gave an involuntary shudder for Mr Graves to his young mind was a very scary looking geezer indeed, severe, tall at well over 6ft with a shock of white hair slicked back with grease, always dressed from head to toe in black and who bore a striking resemblance to Lurch from the Adams family.
Wait a minute.
Hang on.!!
Hadn't his mam casually told him once, when they had been eating fish and chips together while watching the telly that Mr Graves was a widower.?
Oh heck.
Oh flipping heck with a dollop of cream topped off with a peanut.!!
Maybe she was...he was...they were...you know, getting l-o-v-e-y d-o-v-e-y.!!
Blimey, the thought that his mam and "you rang Sir.?" might be getting romantically inclined sent a shiver through his young bones for he knew that having HIM as his step-dad would make his life hell in school. Harry slapped his forehead, bemoaning silly women as he crept up to the window to see who was about.
As he approached, he crouched down so he could peek over the sill pretending he was Gi Joe on a secret mission far into enemy territory with only his waterpistol as a weapon.
Getting closer, he could hear a funny sharp sound quickly followed by a womans shriek and pleading voice then the funny sound again.
"Wot.?" wondered Harry as he reached the wall and slowly inchy-pinchyed up until his brown mop and eyes peered into the brightly lit room where.......
Eh.?
Such was his surprise that he banged his nose on the rotting wooden window frame for there before him, on a high backed wooden chair sat Lurch er..Mr Graves snr, dressed in his funeral suit barking out a muffled order to to.....a womans wriggling big bum which laid over his lap.!!
Blimey.
Not only that...the bum didn't have any knickers on.!!
Harry was gobsmacked, his eyes gaping wide open as he stared at the naked bottom which was wobbling furiously and bore a rosy shade of blushing red which meant...which meant she was getting her bum spanked.!!
As Harry watched on, through the window Mr Graves raised his hand again, talking silently to the lady over his lap who drummed her shoes on the wooden floor as if complaining about something but before Harry could wonder what Mr Graves slammed his right-hand down right across the middle of her huge backside with a resounding.....SMACK.
Harry's mouth fell open as he watched the hard hand bounce away leaving the plump cheeks boinging here and there like a wobbly jelly on a plate with her white stockinged legs kicking and doing bicycle exercises with her long brown hair flying everywhere round her...
Eh.?
Brown hair.?
It suddenly dawned on him that his mam had brown hair..long brown hair and she wore white tights.
No...no it couldn't be.!!
He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he watched the man help the woman to her feet, easing her around until she stood facing her spanker as he reached into his breast-pocket and handed her a hankie which she used to dry her eyes and blow her nose. Through the misting window, Harry stared round eyed at the lady who stood quietly weeping with her white kickers and tights around her knee's slowly rubbing her sore bum.
Harry, totally bemused dropped to the ground beneath the window and crawled on his hands and knee's out of the funeral yard. Once he was sure he was out of sight, he got to his feet, dusted down his school trousers and ran like hell for home as his mind sommersaulted at the realisation that the woman that Mr Graves had spanked was... and really had been his own mother.
*
Smiling at the memory, Mr H slowly closed his rent book and made his way to the lift.
*
Coming in Part 2 - Rosie gets her first spanking.!!
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