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[SirNoddy] - Wedding night

Ever since the Norman Conquest, low-born English wenches have been essential for the provision of good breeding stock for their overlords.
The Baron here can trace his lineage all the way back to Roger de Totti of Rouen, who was a fearsome warrior in William the Bastard’s invading army in 1066. Roger was among those who gleefully ravaged and ravished their way through Anglo-Saxon maidenhood in those dark times.
The result, of course, is today’s aristocracy. And despite much intermingling of Norman and Saxon blood in the intervening years, some of the less savoury customs of the upper classes endure.
The instinctive craving to dominate the vanquished natives continues to this day. The Baron, like many of his noble ilk, owns a pair of ā€œstrait-breechesā€, an unnecessarily cruel item of wifely apparel designed to keep one’s spouse under proper control.
The device hasn’t changed much since the 11th century! Every new wife must face the ordeal of being stripped off, tightly strapped up and strictly admonished by her new master. Note, for instance, the sturdy martingale, which can be adjusted to ensure just the right angle of waist-bend, which presents the helpless damsel’s derriere for attention.
The traditional custom, on a noble’s wedding night, is for the husband to deliver a chastening thrashing to his new bride, after which a rough coupling must immediately occur – all of which takes place in front of the domestic staff of the household so that the master’s inexhaustible masculinity can be witnessed by all!
It’s not as cruel as fox hunting, I suppose, and many a local lass has survived the torment to become fully assimilated into the gentry!

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[SirNoddy] - Playtime

Another episode from Poppy’s schooldays:
When Poppy was at Tyedown Ladies College she had to share a room with a funny girl called Wendy. Wendy wasn’t like the other girls. She never talked about boys, for a start!
Usually, after a long, hard day in the classroom, Poppy just wanted to get into her pyjamas and curl up in bed with a good book, but Wendy always had other ideas.
With a wicked twinkle in her eye, Wendy would smile and say, ā€œCome on, Popsicle, let’s play!ā€ The game involved the two girls wrestling and rolling around – until Wendy’s undoubtedly superior grappling skills had Poppy breathless and exhausted, usually minus her clothes, and also helplessly tied up!
Even though Wendy was much shorter than Poppy, she was stronger and more agile than her curvy classmate! Once she had Poppy at her mercy, she’d haul the girl’s hot and helpless body over her knee, and gaze lovingly at the expanse of soft, silky feminine flesh. She would gently stroke Poppy’s glistening, quivering, naked body, lick her lips, and say, ā€œOh Poppy! You really should go on a diet! Just look at this big fat botty!! It’s SO WOBBLY! I can see that I shall have to spank it very hard indeed!ā€
Poor Poppy wriggled and squirmed on Wendy's hot lap, tearfully begging for the beating to cease, but Wendy just smiled a cruel smile, and carried on!
After a long, long time, and with Poppy's tender buttocks glowing, Wendy planted a big, wet kiss on the crimson bottom! "Now - where did I leave that electronic dildo!!"

If you were to be passing Tyedown Ladies College late at night you might hear distant noises coming from an upper-storey room – girlish giggling followed by the sound of vigorous slapping and then very loud squealing, followed by a curious buzzing noise - and you'd probably think to yourself, "What on earth is going on up there?!" Well, now you know!

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[SirNoddy] - The master's rocking horse

The new master of Pokeham Manor, the Lord Randoph ā€œRandyā€ Deville, has taken possession of a new toy – a mechanical rocking horse!
He’s quite the equestrian, and as you can see, is determined that his female staff learn to appreciate the finer points of horse-riding, too.
Here we see Fifi, the master’s favourite maid, helping the beastly fellow perfect his seating position in the saddle. Apparently a rider needs to develop a good grip while propelling his noble groin back and forth in a rhythmical fashion.
He’s been practicing with Fifi all afternoon! All one can hear are his cries of ā€œTally-ho!ā€ and ā€œWhoah, me proud beauty!ā€ and, ā€œCome on, Frenchie! Let’s buck!ā€

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[SirNoddy] - Happy Stanley

Poppy’s got a job at a nightclub! She has to dress up in a silly bunny rabbit costume, and teeter around on very high heels. But what she really doesn’t like is waiting on tables! Well, it’s not the waiting - it’s the endless queues of gropers, spankers, fiddlers, perverts and dribbly droolers who can’t keep their horrid hands off her, is what she really doesn’t like! And don't get her talking about that disgusting old git, Stanley!

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[SirNoddy] - In the Baron's dungeon

My apologies for being absent from AU for the last few months. I forgot my password! Anyway, Poppy's still in great demand.
She's an expert in stress relief, always eager to bring succour to the afflicted. Here we see her modelling a new harness, available at all good saddlery outlets!

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[SirNoddy] - Red tape

Aunt Frances has her eye on a sweet little property – a lovely old cottage in Mufftickle Lane, Pokeham. But she’ll need a mortgage, so it’s down to Pokeham Building Society to chat with the branch manager, Mr Benny Boobmangler.

The funny little fellow’s bald head seemed to be glowing sweatily as he eyed the curvy milf! And he was twitching quite uncontrollably as Frances, dressed in her sexiest little skirt, tight top and high heels, settled herself sedately in front of his desk.

In a rather croaky voice, Mr Boobmangler started to explain all the various steps he’d have to take before he could examine her assets. ā€œThere’s quite a lot of red tape involved, Miss,ā€ he blustered. Frances wondered why he seemed to be talking to her tits, but she let him carry on without interruption.

ā€œHere,ā€ he said, breathlessly. ā€œLet me try to demonstrate what needs to be done.ā€ And then he opened his desk drawer and pulled out a length of actual red tape!

It wasn’t long before Frances had a full understanding of the perils of bureaucracy – for one thing, it was very restricting, and it left her rather vulnerable!

Then the randy old branch manager began examining Frances’ current situation. Totally helpless! Then he turned to a thorough analysis of her impressive assets! This took quite a long time.

It would be necessary, he said, to carry out a full survey. He would need to probe and delve, research and explore every angle, every nook and cranny, to check for dampness, for instance, and ensure Frances was properly able to accommodate the implications of his massive insertion of, er, funds!

Frances wanted to ask why she was being required to bend, bound and gagged, over the manager’s desk – but all she could say was ā€œMmmmfffff!ā€ as Mr Boobmangler began to unbutton his trousers!

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[SirNoddy] - Hitched up

If you were to study the economy of Pokeham-in-the-Hole (that peculiar little village in remote county of Humpshire, England) you might be struck by the success of one of its leading businesses, The Pokeham Saddlery Co.Ltd (PSC) – especially given the fact that one never sees an actual horse in the vicinity!

Well, that’s because the company has cleverly moved with the times, and adapted to match the market. And the market for sturdy leather harnesses for ā€œthe ladiesā€ is a lucrative one.

A passive observer might come to the conclusion that the range of intricate harnesses, yokes and bridles, whips, crops and bit-gags, look rather cruel – but they’d be wrong! Pokeham’s famously comely and cuddlesome females simply love to be hitched-up, strapped and defencelessly bound!

First of all, the clever devices vastly improve female deportment! For heaven’s sake, gentlemen, look around the average town, and weep – so many dumpy girls; round-shouldered, slovenly slouches, mooching around in baggy track suits, and clumpy trainers! No wonder there is so much pain and heartache in the world!

Pokeham girls’ posture, on the other hand, is second-to-none! The carriage and gait of the voluptuous local lasses are poetry to witness. The sight is guaranteed to gladden the heart!

Secondly, the womenfolk of Pokeham have discovered the spiritual benefit of spending so much time helplessly bound and gagged. Being tied up all the time gives them intervals of complete peace. No tedious household chores, or daily worries about life’s dreary monotony!

What about all the spanking, I hear you ask! Well, it’s true that the men of Pokeham have famously itchy palms - but there is nothing better for feminine muscle tone and blood circulation than a jolly good, old-fashioned, brisk bottom-whacking! And our girls are consequently healthier and happier as a result!

And just to prove it, here’s a picture of Aunt Frances, modelling the latest range from PSC. Note the good lady’s expression of contentment, the perfect posture - and that big bum, just begging for a swift slapping!*

[*There may be readers who cannot distinguish between reality and fantasy. Please note that this particular epistle is written with the goal of creating fun and entertaining entertainment. No women, horses, dogs, mice, eggs, or spermatozoids were harmed in the making of these stories!]

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[SirNoddy] - Pillory

I’m sure you’ll all be pleased to hear that Pokeham’s master craftsmen have been busy working on a brand new pillory for the village green.

The local magistrates confine so many miscreants to this punishment that some of the older pillories have become somewhat worn and decrepit over the years. There have also been complaints from some of the older residents who are always keen to exercise their civic right to deliver a robust spanking to certain villainesses!

Obviously, the sight of a constrained, juicy bare bottom causes righteous palms to itch, but very often, in conventional pillories, the angles aren’t quite right! Malefactors come in all shapes and sizes, after all!

So, as you can see here, this clever device allows for posterial adjustment, reducing the risk of back injury among the village spankers. The spankee’s rear can be raised or lowered, depending on the conditions – and everybody is happy!

Did I say ā€œeverybodyā€? Well, not Poppy, that’s for sure. I don’t know what crime she committed to find herself condemned to the pillory, but it must have been something quite heinous!

Happy New Year, folks

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{assistantann] - Waitress Ann
I agreed to help a friend out a few nights a week at his new restaurant. He didn't tell me about the uniform until the first night. well it should be good for tips.
This is the start of a little adventure

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{assistantann] - Waitress Ann / The Diner 1
Ann's friend had opened a new diner when the pandemic hit and was now having trouble finding help. Ann decided she would give him a hand a couple nights a week by serving tables. The extra fun money would be nice too. She was a bit taken aback when she saw how short the uniform was but thought what the heck it might be fun.

Later that night she had a group of guys seated in her section. She gave them her best smile and asked to take their order. As she was walking away she could almost feel their eyes on her butt, which her uniform showed off well. She thought she hear the leader of the group brag that he could get her to do something she couldn't quite make out what though.

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{assistantann] - Waitress Ann / The Diner 2
Ann saw the guys eyes on her as she walked towards the table with their food. "I wonder what cheesy line they plan on using," she thought as she approached the table. She was aware of how much of her cleavage was exposed by the low cut uniform when she reached acoss the table to place the place in front of the guy at the back of the booth.
"Is there anything else I can get you?" he asked in the customary way.
"Is that fine ass of yours on the menu?" the leader of the group brazenly asked.
"There it is the line that has been used since the dawn of restaurants in one of it forms," Ann thought. She picked up a menu and pretended to look it over, "No sir I don't believe it is," she smiled and answered.
His next line took her by surprise, "How about for $500 you make letting me spank your ass an off menu item." All three men were grinning now.
Ann struck an indignant pose which also showed off her fit body in the skimpy uniform, "You sick bastard!" she exclaimed. She shot the other two men, who were now laughing at their friend, a smile and walked off.

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{assistantann] - Waitress Ann / The Diner 3
When the guys at the table appeared to be nearly finished with their food Ann went to deliver their checks. She let her hips swing a little more as she approached the table as the men ogled her body.
"Can I interest any of you in dessert?" She asked the customary question with a smile.
"Well if spanking that perfect butt isn't on the table then I will just take my check," the leader replied.
Ann slid him his ticket face down then leaned over the table a bit with her back arched and her ass out a bit. She knew all three could look right down her top and that the leader had a good view of her well formed curves.
"How about you two?" she asked with a smile. Both looked a little flustered and asked for their checks.

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{assistantann] - Waitress Ann / The Diner 4
"Ok guys if you aren't interested in dessert here's your checks," Ann said as she slid them across the table.
She flashed them a smiles and gave the leader a coy wink and walked off again swinging her hips a bit more than normal.
the leader followed her with his eyes and flipped his check over. There was a hand written note on it
"If your serious about that offer your dessert will be waiting in the back room for you,"
it read.

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{assistantann] - Waitress Ann / The Diner 5
Ann took her break and decide to wait in the back room to see if he showed up. She was sitting on the table in a position that showed off her long stocking clad legs. She could tell he was a little surprised to find her there.
"Hi I'm Brad by the way, So you are ok with me spanking your fine ass."
"If you were serious about the five hundred bucks yes I am,"
She smiled coyly.

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{assistantann] - Waitress Ann / The Diner 6
Brad counted out five $100 dollar bills and set them on the table.
Ann's eyes got wide, " So you want me to just bend over this table for you," she asked
"Yes but first you need to remove your panties and hand them to me," Brad said sternly.
And was a little shocked but she slid her lacy thong down her legs and handed them to him. She thought the pervert was just going to keep them as a souvenir. She was taken by surprise when he ordered her to open her mouth then stuffed them in.
"this should keep you from making too much noise while i slap that bare ass." He smiled.

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{assistantann] - Waitress Ann / The Diner 7
Ann could taste herself on the lacy thong in her mouth as she turned and bent over the table for Brad. Her hands were flat on the table and she stuck her butt out for him. Then she felt his hand rubbing her ass over her short skirt.
"you look very sexy like that Ann," Brad told her.

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I guess this is the end (it was mentioned that it was a short story anyway) because this sequel has not been continued since January 2022, and I can't find the author anywhere on the internet.
 
[FransMensinkArtist] - Librarians
Luckily there’re still libraries with dedicated people taking care of the books! And after hours there is no dress code....

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[FransMensinkArtist] - Waitingroom
Waiting rooms don’t need to be boring even when they usually are. Not today though. Good morning! 😃
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