Wednesday, 23 March 2011

The good old days

Oh the good old days, I remember them well! Used to be a a chap could get rooms at a decent address without it costing a fortune, and skivvies were to be had for a few pound a year. And you didn't have to put up with any nonsense from them either. If they made a bad job of the dusting or broke a plate then that was it. Strip the little hussy down to her stockings, get her over the knee and spank her till she'd learned her lesson. They knew it was for their own good and they respected you for it. Quite right too!.

And once you'd got their knickers down then, well, shame to waste the opportunity. Chances were that by then the old pleasure sausage was well and truly sizzling, so give the girl a good rogering and then get her back to making you some tea and toast and everything would be back to normal again.

Unless you were really lucky and she broke another plate!

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