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[catOnine] - RedRoom 2
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[SirNoddy] - Miss Poppy

Miss Poppy Tupper is a trainee teacher in an all-male school. She has a tough time!

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[SirNoddy] - Cup of sugar

I intend to be nothing if not educational – so please listen carefully.
If you’ve just moved into a new neighbourhood take great care to get to know your neighbours; their habits, tics and foibles. Whatever you do, never stride boldly up to an unknown front door and ask to borrow a cup of sugar!

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[SirNoddy] - Poppy in trouble

This is how Poppy, a hapless young school teacher, spends the bulk of her day - tied up and gagged in the stationery cupboard!

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[SirNoddy] - No denim

When Poppy Tupper first moved to Pokeham she had no idea of the various peculiar bye-laws - one of which was the No Denim rule!
The law only applied to young ladies, of course. When Poppy strolled around the village, her perky bottom wriggling in tight jeans, she unknowingly caused uproar! And this is how the poor girl ended up!

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[SirNoddy] - Tacked up

Ah, memories! Here we see the beautiful berseh, who visited Pokeham a few years ago, and was a guest at Pokeham Manor. I asked my manservant to show her around the stables. The silly fellow took things a bit too far - saddling up the girl in some uncomfortable tack! Then he took her for a ride down to the village, where the country folk were quite rude with her! I don't think she's forgiven me yet!

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[SirNoddy] - The kiss

Here we see Poppy Tupper, the hapless young teacher, forever getting herself into bondage situations, about to be publicly punished at school assembly.
The story is that Poppy, having failed to teach her unruly charges even the basics of readin’, writin’ and ‘rithmatic, is pulled up on stage, stripped off and cruelly bound to a tall stool, in preparation for a public spanking by the headmaster.
The humiliation is intensified by the headmaster’s insistence that Poppy should kiss the instrument of her imminent punishment.
The paradox is that her treatment is so unfair and unkind that the Dr.Jekyll in me wants desperately to rescue her! But Mr Hyde – well!

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[SirNoddy] - The bulldog clip

If you were to walk into Poppy’s classroom just before lunchtime you’d find it empty! All the boys have disappeared. The only sound is a pathetic, muffled mewling – coming from the stationery cupboard!

On opening the door you’d find Poppy herself – tied and tape-gagged, her clothing rumpled, her boobs on display, and with a single bulldog clip snapped onto her right nipple! Oh those horrid pupils!

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[SirNoddy] - Trespassers

There aren’t any bears or wolves or the like in the English countryside – but that doesn’t mean there are no dangers!

Take the case of four pretty city girls who decided to drive out for a picnic in the woods near Pokeham-in-the-Hole. They blithely ignored the signs saying “Private! Keep Out!” – and ran into Farmer Bill Knobbler, who was very cross indeed!

He made them all strip off, and he tied them to a five-bar gate! Oh dear! It was no picnic, I can tell you!

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[SirNoddy] - Life drawing class

Young teacher Poppy Tupper didn’t read the small-print on the contract when she got her job in Pokeham-in-the-Hole – which is something she now regrets!

Hidden in the contract, in tiny, tiny writing, was the clause: “Miss Tupper will make herself available, at any time, to be the model in Life-Drawing Class. This may involve a degree of nudity and/or the application of various props.”

These classes have become extremely popular – even with people with no connection with the school! Today, for instance, Poppy is the centre of attention, stripped off and awkwardly bound and gagged, dangling from a ceiling hook!

The “artists” gather round, rough sketching, taking photographs, poking and prodding – that sort of thing. One calls out, “Stop wriggling, girl!” while another shouts, “Keep wriggling!”

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[SirNoddy] - Another Sunday

Pokeham Parish Church is a fine example of 13th century gothic, with many peculiar features. For instance, in the shade of the clock tower there is a stout iron ring set into the stone paving under an ancient yew tree.

Its purpose? Well, it’s designed to deter lascivious and lustful thoughts during Sunday worship. For instance, any female disporting herself in a fashion likely to cause a lecherous response among the village menfolk, better watch out!

This morning, Poppy was innocently seated in the front pew, listening to the sermon, while dressed in an inappropriately short skirt and tight blouse, showing rather too much thigh and cleavage!

The vicar, noticing the effect on the congregation (who were most certainly not thinking holy thoughts!) immediately instructed the verger to remove the girl and escort her to the old iron ring, rope her up, and prepare her for a jolly righteous spanking!

Trouble is, for the rest of the service, no-one could think of anything else but Poppy’s pert and defenceless bottom!

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[SirNoddy] - Bedroom games

One of the problems with marrying a much younger woman is that sometimes one simply can’t satisfy her appetites in the bedroom!

When nubile young wife Wanda complained to her wealthy 78 year old hubby Randolph that he “wasn’t doing the business”, he looked into solutions. After discounting the gardener, a lusty young fellow who was, it must be admitted, keen on helping, he decided to try a more modern resolution.

Wanda wasn’t reluctant to try it out – but Randy decided to tie her up anyway!

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[SirNoddy] - Buckskin bound

Poppy says, "The worst part of babysitting isn’t playing cowboys and Indians with horrid brats – it’s finding oneself bound, gagged and almost naked when daddy comes home, and fancies a bit of slap and tickle with a nubile squaw! Not again!"

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[SirNoddy] - Witch-testing

Poppy was teaching her class of ruffians about the witch trials of 17th century England, and thought that some practical learning might help bash some knowledge into their thick heads.

So she set them to work on building a wooden pillory of the type used to torment witches back in the olden days. To her great surprise, the thick idiots seemed to take to the task with enthusiasm!

Of course they did! Once finished, they persuaded Poppy to try it out – and when she was firmly clamped and locked in, they ruffled up her clothing, smacked her bum and fumbled with her tits!

Then someone said, “We need to test to see if she’s a real witch. She should have a third nipple somewhere! Let’s get searching for it!” Oh dear!

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[SirNoddy] - Bunny

Poppy once trained to be a bunny girl. Her trainers hobbled her at the knees to teach her how to wiggle her bum! It worked! Hurray!

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[SirNoddy] - Tickled pink

Saturday afternoons are never boring in Pokeham-in-the-Hole! For instance, today, local teacher, Poppy Tupper, is trussed up and clamped in the stocks on the village green.

Apparently, a disgruntled wife has accused the girl of “provocative wiggling” in public, thereby tempting the village menfolk! All quite unfair, of course!

Anyway – having given Poppy a good rumple, some light fumbling, furtling and spanking, the local lads think it’s time to see how ticklish she is! And some wag has brought along his pet mice.

The furry little creatures skitter hither and thither in a riot of squeaking as they poke their noses into all sort of soft places!

And the sight of poor Poppy wriggling, squirming, twisting and struggling, her gag not quite muffling her terrified squeals, has the crowd cheering and applauding in delight!

Ah, the innocent fun of an English village!

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[SirNoddy] - Bank job

Mr Gubbins, the manager of Pokeham Building Society, and Sally, his nubile secretary, were unlucky enough to be surprised by a gang of robbers recently.

Having removed most of Sally’s clothing, and tying her up rather tightly, they decided to have a bit of fun with old Gubbins. They roped him up too, unzipped his flies, and whopped his wrinkly old todger out. Sally was then instructed to “grab hold of it – and don’t let go!” before they laughingly made their getaway.

Mr Gubbins was worried that the gang might come back, so insisted that Sally maintained a good grip. It was several hours before the two were rescued – and poor Gubbins was in something of a state!

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[SirNoddy] - Pony training
Pokeham’s very own saddlery company, Mounted, has just updated its marketing information to include news of the latest tack for owners of pet ponies!

Here we see “The Berseh”, the very latest in equestrian design, including harness, bridle and reins, aimed at maintaining perfect control over the flightiest of fillies!

It is modelled by the doyen of the European fashion world, the delightful Berseh herself.
(I understand that videos of the filly’s vigorous training routine are available somewhere on the dark web! Apparently she has subsequently refused to do any more modelling in Pokeham. I’ve no idea why!)

Anyway – back to the tack itself! It is of course fashioned of the finest English leather, with sturdy, locally-made brass fixtures. Note the specially-designed martingale, which trains one’s pony to bend at the waist “for a more comfortable ride”!

The reins are designed to slip easily between the filly’s thighs, providing contact with those sensitive intimate parts – the slightest touch on the reins causing an immediate reaction from one’s mount!

There is also a range of flexible whips, crops and training switches which, when lightly applied, produce instant obedience!

Please also note the ingenious bridle gag – fitted with a state-of-the-art electronic device which converts the pony’s muffled squeals into a delightfully playful whinny!

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[SirNoddy] - New uniforms

Let it never be said that here at Pokeham Manor we’re stuck in the past. Oh no.

My new maid Veronique is seen here modelling the latest in domestic service fashion, direct from Paris! I must say I rather approve!

Whereas in the past, when I had the occasional inclination to pat a maid’s pert rump, it was necessary to lift the hem of a skirt with one hand, while applying a light smack with the other – most tiresome, I’m sure you agree.

Thanks to this ingenious aperture I can now use my free hand to lift a glass of fine port!

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[SirNoddy] - Milfing

There’s an age-old tradition in Pokeham called “Milfing”. Allow me to explain: From mediaeval times the village has bred somewhat cowardly men - so lily-livered and spineless that whenever the King of England called upon his countrymen to fight the French, the men of Pokeham ran away and hid.

As a consequence, there developed an unfortunate imbalance in the gender division – the menfolk outnumbering the womenfolk by three-to-one! The village burghers, fearing for the safety of Pokeham’s comely maidens, instituted a bye-law, forbidding the ravishment of virgins!

Naturally, this law caused something of an uproar among the young men of the village, whose main hobby was, after all, despoiling wenches!

It was St.Agatha of Pokeham who came up with a solution. She persuaded the village matrons to make themselves available to any youth suffering from carnal frustration. A happy ending! Maidenly purity was maintained, youthful urges satisfied – and the more mature ladies given a fresh “purpose”!

The tradition of milf-furtling continues. Here, for instance, we witness voluptuous thirty-something Frances, dangling enticingly, waiting for some vigorous rumpy-pumpy - which will most certainly occur!

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