Posted by Jake on November 24, 2006 at 19:57 [67.68.212.224]
I wish I could take credit for this story but I can't. It originally appeared in the letters section of Penthouse Magazine more then 25 years ago. It was what sparked my interest in ageplay. I re-read it so often I was able to rewrite it from memory. I was thinking about writing a series of stories based on this one and would love to here what people think.
Strong-minded, loud voiced women fascinate me. I have no choice in the matter. When they smile at me with sidelong, covetous glances, my knees knock together beneath my flared skirts. I live with such a woman. She has appointed herself my governess. I rented a room from her with no money to pay for it and rather then be put out on the street; I agreed to become her “little girl”. I used to be a brash teenager, but I am now a woman of 20 and have accepted the fact that my governess keeps my flaxen hair Dutch bobbed, with a childish forehead fringe and that she dresses my in white knee socks, patent leather Mary-Jane shoes and such short, up swirling, jumper dresses that passers-by smile at the sight of my little girl, lace trimmed panties.
I try to resist her at times. At first I refused frantically to wear hair ribbons and I very quickly found myself across her lap. I could see in the full length mirror opposite me that my head was inches above the floor, my childish shoes are pointing toward the ceiling, the hem of my pink sundress is pulled tight around my waist and my white cotton panties with little embroidered panda bears are bunched at my knees. Within seconds I am receiving an old fashioned, burning spanking from her smacking, cracking hairbrush. She only stopped once I tearfully promised to obey all her rules. I am still sobbing when sent to stand in the corner, like a disobedient child. I stood facing the wall, my panties twisted around my ankles and my stinging bum on display, for what seemed like an eternity. When I was finally released, I caught sight of my self in the mirror again and blushed with embarrassment at the upstanding pink bow now tied in my hair, the symbol of a dominated young girl. .
I am no match in size or strength for this vigorous, hard-minded woman or her 23-year-old daughter. These two superior women proudly turn me across their knee and spank me soundly in my juvenile attire and down pulled panties in front of their friends for nothing more then “general naughtiness”.
Recently my governess caught me talking to her daughter’s boyfriend, something she had forbidden. She immediately whisked me across her nylon knee and in front of the two of them, delivered the most humiliating spanking a young woman old enough to vote has ever had inflicted on her childishly bared bottom.
What can a small statured woman do but blushingly bare her burden of shame? I walk humbly before them in bashful obedience since I never know when or where my panties will be lowered for my next humiliating, youthful punishment.
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