{\rtf1\ansi\ansicpg1252\deff0\deflang1033{\fonttbl{\f0\fnil\fcharset0 Arial Narrow;}{\f1\fswiss\fcharset0 Arial;}} {\colortbl ;\red0\green0\blue255;} {\*\generator Msftedit 5.41.15.1515;}\viewkind4\uc1\pard\nowidctlpar\sl240\slmult1\kerning28\f0\fs28 Miss Spanklove\rquote s Punishment Parlour\tab Part 1\par \fs24 By Suzanne High-Heels \par \par Copyright \'a9 2009 Suzanne High-Heels\par \par \i Fdom, humil, oral, spank, anal, sissysex, tv. \i0\par \par \ldblquote He\rquote s sleeping with hookers, I know he is.\rdblquote cried Julie. \par \ldblquote Why do you think that?\rdblquote asked her friend Laura. \par \ldblquote A few nights ago, I followed Tom in my car. He drove to that nasty area of town and began kerb crawling. This skimpily dressed woman wearing thigh high stiletto boots got into the car with him.\rdblquote\par \ldblquote Oh Julie, I\rquote m so sorry. What a pig.\rdblquote\par \ldblquote I wish he was more like your husband, so docile and obeying.\rdblquote \par \ldblquote Well Julie dear, why don\rquote t you make him like that.\rdblquote\par \ldblquote Oh, how can I do that?\rdblquote\par \ldblquote Here\rquote s a card, call the number, they\rquote ll be able to help.\rdblquote said Laura.\par \ldblquote Miss Spanklove\rquote s punishment parlour?\rdblquote\par \par Julie called the number on the card, she explained her problem and how she would like her husband to be. A very helpful lady agreed to help, Miss Spanklove recommended Julie tell her husband she is a marriage councillor. So, the next day, after some considerable resistance from Tom, she took her husband to see Miss Spanklove. They drove down to the \lquote marriage councillor\rquote who was located in the town. They found the address on a red door next to a shop, 18B Sycamore Road. It was above a ladies shoe store. Julie buzzed for attention on an intercom. \par \ldblquote Hello.\rdblquote answered a high-pitched little voice. \par \ldblquote Hello.\rdblquote replied Julie. \ldblquote Julie and Tom Flint to see Miss Spanklove.\rdblquote \par \ldblquote Please come in, up the stairs and through the doors on the left.\rdblquote Upstairs they came to a small reception area. There were a few comfortable pink leather chairs laid out and some magazines on a coffee table. The girl they had spoken to was behind the desk, dangling one of her white stiletto shoes. She was wearing a smart pink blouse and a black skirt. She couldn\lquote t be any older than nineteen. \ldblquote Hiyeee, I\rquote ve told Miss Spanklove your waiting, please take a seat, she\rquote ll be through in just a minute.\rdblquote\par \ldblquote Waste of bloody time this is.\rdblquote mumbled Tom as they sat down. A little while later, a tall, well-dressed lady walked in from another room.\par \ldblquote Mrs Flint?\rdblquote asked the lady.\par \ldblquote Yes.\rdblquote replied Julie.\par \ldblquote I would like to see you both separately first, so Mrs Flint would you please come into my office.\rdblquote\par \ldblquote Sure, get the lies out of the way first.\rdblquote said Tom sarcastically.\par \ldblquote Now Mr Flint, you\rquote ll have your turn.\rdblquote she politely replied. Tom grunted. In the office, once the door was closed, the lady formerly introduced herself.\par \ldblquote Pleased to meet you Mrs Flint, I\rquote m Miss Spanklove.\rdblquote\par \ldblquote Lovely to meet you.\rdblquote said Julie.\par \ldblquote Please, have a seat.\rdblquote\par \ldblquote Now I have all the details here we discussed over the phone last night, your husband is to follow plan 6. In which he will be turned into a docile five year old girl and severely punished in the process.\rdblquote\par \ldblquote What exactly will the punishment be?\rdblquote asked Julie.\par \ldblquote Well, a jolly good spanking twice a day is always fine for starters. But I will also let my resident sissies play with him\'85if you know what I mean.\rdblquote \par \ldblquote Wonderful, he\rquote ll hate that.\rdblquote grinned Julie.\par \ldblquote Yes, and we\rquote ll have some more surprises in store for him later on. It\rquote ll all be captured on camera for your viewing pleasure, all for \'a3595.\rdblquote Julie eagerly filled out a cheque and handed it to Miss Spanklove. \ldblquote Thank you my dear, now let\rquote s sort this dirty boy out shall we?\rdblquote said Miss Spanklove, pressing a button on her desk. Outside in the waiting room, Tom got the fright of his life when a large cloud of gas plumed in from the air conditioning system in the ceiling. The girl behind the desk had slipped her pretty face into a pink gas mask. He ran to the nearest door but\'85it was locked. And so were all the others. He\rquote d been sealed in. \par \ldblquote Let me out of here.\rdblquote he shouted in alarm. He began to feel tired, it was some sort of sleeping gas. His banging on the surprisingly strong door was all too futile. The girl giggled as he passed out onto the carpet. A few minutes passed and the gas had cleared. The doors unlocked, Julie and Miss Spanklove entered to find Tom sleeping like a baby.\par \ldblquote Well Mrs Flint.\rdblquote said Miss Spanklove. \ldblquote You\rquote ll be able to pick up your cutie pie on Thursday.\rdblquote\par \ldblquote Oh thank you Miss Spanklove.\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote Uhh, what the fuck!\rdblquote shouted Tom as he woke up. He\rquote d just seen his reflection in a large mirror. He\rquote d been strapped into a giant fluffy pink chair. He was wearing a black rubber schoolgirl gymslip with navy blue knickers, his hair had been combed into an attractive feminine style and his legs, they had been shaved and were silky smooth. His ankles were in restraints and his feet were in sexy white court shoes with pink bows at the front.\par \ldblquote Awake at last, my little darling?\rdblquote asked Miss Spanklove.\par \ldblquote You? What\rquote re you doing? Why am I tied up dressed like a\'85a\'85\rdblquote\par \ldblquote A girl?\rdblquote suggested Miss Spanklove.\par \ldblquote Well\'85yes.\rdblquote he replied, more than just a little embarrassed.\par \ldblquote You\rquote ve been a naughty little boy, so you must be punished.\rdblquote\par \ldblquote I knew it, you\rquote re not a marriage councillor at all are you?\rdblquote he bellowed.\par \ldblquote Ooh, isn\rquote t she a clever little girl, Sindy?\rdblquote she said sarcastically to a young lady in the corner. He turned his head and caught sight of a petite girl, demurely standing with her hands held together in front of her. She was nodding in agreement to Miss Spanklove\rquote s insinuation with a broad smile and a degree of amusement. She was wearing a tight shimmering pink bodysuit with black fishnet tights and a shiny pair of pink stilettos. She also wore a hairband with a pair of cute cat ears. And she had a very suspicious bulge around her crotch. \par \ldblquote That woman in the corner is a male.\rdblquote shouted Tom.\par \ldblquote Don\rquote t be so rude.\rdblquote snapped Miss Spanklove. \ldblquote Sindy may have a cream spitting dolly but she most certainly isn\rquote t a foul male like you.\rdblquote Miss Spanklove placed a pink rubber ring over his head. The ring was broad and rested on his shoulders. The inner part of the ring had an inflatable section for achieving a good seal around the wearer\rquote s neck. There was also a small layer of transparent rubber that encircled the ring at the top; this had a zip attached to it. Tom once again demanded to be freed immediately.\par \ldblquote Just relax you silly male.\rdblquote Miss Spanklove told him. \ldblquote After one go in this you\rquote ll be begging me for another.\rdblquote She took a hold of a clear rubber tube that was dangling from the ceiling; it too had a zip at the end. The tube led down from a small, round hole in the ceiling. Miss Spanklove attached it to the ring zipping Tom inside. \ldblquote Let\rquote s turn on the feminine gas shall we?\rdblquote A sweet smelling gas filtered down the tube. It was very calming and relaxing. Instead of angry, he felt quite gentle after a time. Even as far as feminine and delicate. Sindy respectfully gave Miss Spanklove something that resembled a television remote.\par \ldblquote The underwear vendor is ready Miss Spanklove.\rdblquote\par \ldblquote Why thank you Sindy, my good little sissy. Now then, Mr Flint, why don\rquote t we start with a pair of nice pink satin panties?\rdblquote She pressed one of the buttons, a lacy pair of shimmering pink panties fell gently down through the tube and settled on Tom\rquote s head. He looked up bemused, the panties slithered down the back of his neck.\par \ldblquote What are you doing now?\rdblquote he asked, with a slight hint of excitement in his voice. A faint smell then hit his nose. It was, of course, coming from the panties. Clearly, they had not been washed since they were last worn. Miss Spanklove pressed another button on her remote. He gazed up the tube to see what frilly goodness the dark void above him would deliver next. A garment of white appeared. It was a padded bra, he allowed it to land directly on his face. With his nose and eyes in one of the cups, he faintly heard Miss Spaklove\rquote s voice say:\par \ldblquote That belonged to a sixteen year-old cheerleader.\rdblquote His penis pushed up his gymslip as he breathed in the heavenly scent of a young girl\lquote s breasts. Miss Spanklove pushed another button, several pairs of black stockings poured down the tube, knocking the bra from his face. \ldblquote Generously donated by the female office staff at JC Finances. Always worn with leather high heels.\rdblquote And she was right, each stocking had been infused with a girly \lquote leather shoe smell\rquote and perspiring feminine feet. \ldblquote Now, how about a silky rush?\rdblquote asked Miss Spanklove. A cascade of panties dropped down through the tube, piling up around his face until he was completely covered. His muffled moans drifted from within the panty-filled tube, his penis was now solid. \ldblquote Sindy, if you would. That unsightly bulge is ruining the femininity of the outfit.\rdblquote \par \ldblquote Yes mistress.\rdblquote she replied, as Sindy went about her duty. She lifted up his gymslip and took out Tom\rquote s penis from his navy blue knickers. Sindy licked her lips, this tasty treat looked deliciously hot. She kissed the throbbing, sensitive head a few times before pushing her red lips all the way down its mighty shaft. Tom moaned out loud. He could not see for all the panties, bras and stockings around him but he could certainly \i feel \i0 someone sucking on him hard. Their tongue lapped up and down his stiff member, as did the succulent lips. He passed into ecstasy as his penis felt the hot air from the inside of the pleasure\rquote s mouth, the tip occasionally brushing the back of the throat.\par \ldblquote Ah\'85Oh\'85That\rquote s great.\rdblquote Tom shouted. Sindy heard his muffled cry and out of gratitude for his comment, she gave his saliva-coated cock a big kiss. Pre cum was building, he was on the edge of eruption. Sindy withdrew her hot mouth and gently stroked his penis to keep it bubbling with sexual excitement. He continued to breathe in the sensual air from the bras, panties and stockings. A tidal wave of cum was ready to shoot from his cock, yet Sindy kept up the torture of teasing him for every moment she could hold him back. She brushed her finger over the little puddle of pre cum and had a taste. \par \ldblquote Mmmm\'85delicious.\rdblquote she cooed.\par \ldblquote Please, just make me cum.\rdblquote begged Tom, becoming frustrated.\par \ldblquote Oh I think you can last another few minutes yet.\rdblquote teased Sindy. His tension built up over the next few minutes until he reached a shattering orgasm. At the very last moment, Sindy sheathed his cock with her mouth, making sure she got every drop of cum from within him and sucking him dry. Shattered and exhausted, he laid his head against the soft satin panties and drifted off into a deep sleep. \par \par A wonderful scent filled the air as he lay dreaming. It was a pink candle filling the air with a sissifying vapour, the same scent from the tube earlier. He dreamt of being a cute little bridesmaid, then he went on to his first day at school, as a girl. All the time this feminine fragrance was bringing him closer to submissive girlishness. His silky dream was interrupted by what sounded like somebody walking in high heels. Half awake now he saw a curvy feminine figure open some curtains. The sharp morning rays of light hit him, he squinted as the womanly silhouette approached him. Of course, it was Miss Spanklove. \par \ldblquote How are you this morning Tammy?\rdblquote she asked standing over him. \par \ldblquote Tammy?\rdblquote He thought. \ldblquote Was she going to call me this from now on?\rdblquote\par The bed he found himself in was just like a little girl\rquote s bed. It was pink, the satin pillow had frilly edges and the cover had a large ballet slipper design. The ultra soft carpet was white with red hearts. Pictures of young female characters such as Alice in Wonderland and Rainbow Brite adorned the walls. \par \ldblquote Hmm, I don\rquote t think you\rquote ve been good enough yet to be allowed to wear a party dress, so you\rquote ll just have to make do with this today.\rdblquote said Miss Spanklove as she tossed a red gingham skirt with crossed shoulder straps towards him. It flopped over his head as he sat up in his girly bed. Miss Spanklove laughed. \ldblquote Get out of that bed Tammy, let\rquote s get you dressed for the day.\rdblquote One last fragment of resistance came when he stayed put in the bed, ignoring Miss Spanklove\rquote s order. His new mistress began to take some other things from a draw, some white schoolgirl socks and a red beret. She\rquote d just taken a silky pair of panties from her skirt pocket when she noticed him still sitting in bed. \par \ldblquote Miss Spanklove, I don\rquote t want to put this on\'85.\rdblquote\par \ldblquote Shut up girl!\rdblquote she shouted as she slapped him around the head with her pantied hand. \ldblquote You\rquote ll do as you\rquote re told. Now put your legs in here.\rdblquote she ordered, holding out the blue panties. This time he very reluctantly did as he was told and slid his feet and legs into the cool, slippery feminine garment. She pulled them up over his once proud manhood. \ldblquote No more hookers for that thing.\rdblquote said Miss Spanklove, patting his genital area. She then made him dress himself as she watched while giving orders. He put on the white socks and a white blouse, followed by the ultra infantile looking cross-strapped gingham red skirt. He then had the misfortune to be told to put his feet into a lovely pair of mary janes. They were a glossy red with a little one-inch heel. Miss Spanklove applied a touch of make up to his face, just to make him look a little more girly. Then it was on with a fabulous black wig with plaits, tied off with white ribbon. Finally, the red beret was popped onto his head. \ldblquote All right, you look fine. Now, it\rquote s time for your morning spanking.\rdblquote \par \ldblquote Spanking?\rdblquote he shrieked, recoiling in horror.\par \par When led out of the bedroom door by Miss Spanklove, they were in a large room that looked like what a kindergarten crossed with an S and M dungeon might look like. The wallpaper had many images of cartoon fluffy bunnies engaging in bondage and various sexual activities. They passed a pink coloured cage and some stocks. The fluffy pink chair he had sat in the previous evening was in the corner. The rubber tube, having been retracted, was hanging from the ceiling. In the centre of the room was a mat with a few girls\rquote toys on it such as Barbie dolls and My Little Ponies. There was a red sofa in the shape of a pair of luscious female lips, where a large pink teddy bear with a big, red heart on its tummy happily sat. There were even a few cameras on the walls around the room recording everyone\rquote s movements. He was taken over to a sturdy looking ballerina\rquote s bar. Although this one was padded around the centre, with delightfully thick pink rubber. There were ankle and wrist restraints at the bottom of each of the posts. Miss Spanklove stood him in front of it while sissy Sindy and the girl from reception adjusted the height of the bar accordingly. When they\rquote d finished, Miss Spanklove gave a brief but stern order; \par \ldblquote Bend over.\rdblquote He coyly did as he was told, what else could he do now? The girls shackled his ankles and then his wrists after hastening him far enough over the bar. His delicate white blouse began to rustle against the rubber padding as he shook with fear, anticipating his spanking. With him strapped securely into the furry pink restraints, Miss Spanklove was satisfied and got ready herself. She pulled out a leather glove from her skirt pocket and firmly put it onto her right hand. The girls stood either side of their quaking victim, pulled down his panties, and gleefully lifted his skirt up and over his body, exposing his bare behind to Miss Spanklove. She took her first swing at his poor bottom. Smack! She struck with such force he wailed out in pain. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! She had built up a steady rhythm and was building up in power. As she thrashed him more and more, his body pushed deeper into the bar\rquote s padding. The girls watched breathlessly as he received his punishment, they were actually being turned on by his dilemma. Miss Spanklove decided that it was enough when his behind was a glowing red. \par \ldblquote Get him off the bar then bring him to the high chair.\rdblquote said Miss Spanklove to the girls. \par \ldblquote Yes, ma\rquote am.\rdblquote they both said in unison. \par \ldblquote Could I kiss his bottom better Miss Spanklove?\rdblquote asked the receptionist.\par \ldblquote OK, go on Sally.\rdblquote laughed Miss Spanklove. Sally proceeded to cover Tom\rquote s behind in little, loving kisses. Although a kind and perhaps lustful gesture, Sally\rquote s lips did sting a little as they touched the particularly sensitive surface of his rear. Sally then unlocked the restraints and Sindy helped him up. An unexpected surprise hit Tom when he saw Sally\rquote s shiny mini-skirt\'85 tented. She was a sissy too. He was taken over to a high chair on the other side of the nursery. Sindy sat him down and clipped the chairs table into place. Meanwhile, Sally was tying a bib, with Laa Laa the teletubby on it, around his neck. Miss Spanklove brought in a bowl of baby food from the kitchen. She began to spoon-feed him with it in the most demeaning way possible.\par \ldblquote Here comes the big hard penis, now open up you little slut.\rdblquote teased Miss Spanklove. This was followed later by sitting on Miss Spanklove\rquote s knee and being fed some creamy milk out of a baby\rquote s bottle. Somewhat embarrassing in front of the adoring sissies, who kept saying;\par \ldblquote Awwww.\rdblquote However, the milk did taste nice and was preferable to being spanked.\par \par For the rest of the morning he was left to sit on the carpet in the nursery, playing with dolls, not that he was very interested in them. Sindy and Sally both had other things to be doing so they didn\rquote t bother him. Miss Spanklove was in the nursery, she was dealing with another sissy who had been brought in for severe punishment after being caught trying on his mummy\rquote s best dress. He was shackled to the spanking horse as Tom had been earlier that morning. This time Miss Spanklove took a black whip from a small cupboard. In there was a veritable armoury of pain inducing implements. From a few different colours of the leather glove he had received, to smacking paddles, canes, slippers and the dreaded cat-o-nine tails. Miss Spanklove stood well back before she began her assault, the whip had a rather long reach. Tom watched in terror as the sissy, dressed only in pink ankle boots and a yellow top, received a beating. The whip cracked with horrendous fury. He looked on in horror as the sissy screamed out in terrible pain. \par \ldblquote Your turn will come, Tammy.\rdblquote said Miss Spanklove turning to Tom. She then continued to blitz her victim\rquote s bottom. When she\rquote d finished she took him back out to reception, his make up all smeared, where his mummy was waiting with Sally, and the rest of his clothes. \par \par That afternoon, Miss Spanklove put him in the \lquote Creamy Kitty Costume.\rquote It was made up of a fluffy white body with a hood that had cat eyes, ears and a large pink bow. The entire costume was lined with smooth white PVC. As Miss Spanklove slipped the paws onto his feet, he noticed something slimy against him. It seemed to be all over his body. He wanted to say something but had quickly become too docile to say anything. His other foot, and both of his hands felt the same thing as they were inserted into their respective paws. He looked out of the costume with his meek little face. A sort of gooey, slippery feel had enveloped his body. Miss Spanklove locked him into the costume. She noticed him feeling around inside the paws in curiosity. \par \ldblquote I feel something gooey Miss Spanklove.\rdblquote\par \ldblquote It\rquote s a little present from the girls, darling.\rdblquote\par \ldblquote What is it?\rdblquote he asked.\par \ldblquote Sissy spunk.\rdblquote \par \ldblquote Cum..?\rdblquote shrieked the cute kitten. \par \ldblquote Yes darling, we thought you\rquote d like to spend the afternoon covered in sissy cream.\rdblquote she said sardonically, as she attached a furry pink collar and lead around his neck. \ldblquote Come on Tammy.\rdblquote she said tugging on his lead. \ldblquote Let\lquote s see if the girls would like to play with you.\rdblquote He was led to the girls\rquote bedroom. \ldblquote Sally, Sindy, look who I have here for you to play with, Tammy the kitten.\rdblquote \par \ldblquote Oh Mummy, she\rquote s just so precious.\rdblquote squealed Sindy, clapping her hands.\par \ldblquote I\rquote d like to pet him Mummy.\rdblquote said Sally.\par \ldblquote Well of course you can dears, here\rquote s his lead, now you take good care of her while I go take a bath.\rdblquote said Miss Spanklove. Sindy took a hold of Tom\rquote s lead in her well-manicured hand while Sally began her petting onslaught. She giggled away at his obvious discomfort from the predicament and from the attention he was receiving. Sindy led him out, down into the garden at the back of the parlour.\par \ldblquote Come on now kitty, follow me. That\rquote s it.\rdblquote she teased. Sally followed closely behind, skipping like a little girl.\rdblquote\par \ldblquote Can I hold the leash now sis?\rdblquote she whined. \par \ldblquote In a minute when I\rquote m finished.\rdblquote Sindy replied. \ldblquote I want to kiss the pussy first.\rdblquote And so her lips began to smother his face. Tom knew he should be disgusted by this, but felt differently. A little humiliating perhaps but not unpleasant. It actually wasn\rquote t that bad being smooched all over his face by a sissy. Part of him though wanted her to stop and he tried to pull away. Sindy tugged back gently but firmly on his lead, keeping him still so the kissing could continue. Sally thought it must be great fun and got in on the act herself. For a minute, they were both kissing his face. \ldblquote Mmm, that\rquote s enough for now. Here Sally, you hold her lead for a moment.\rdblquote Sindy minced back into the parlour and came back with a tub of lubricant. Tom looked in horror as he had a good idea what it was for.\par \ldblquote Are we going to fuck the kitty?\rdblquote asked Sally excitedly.\par \ldblquote We certainly are.\rdblquote replied Sindy.\par \ldblquote Oh can I go first, please?\rdblquote\par \ldblquote Oh all right, but only if I can lube up your little dolly.\rdblquote Tom\rquote s heart started pounding as the evil sissies bent him over the garden bench and handcuffed him to it. He stood awkwardly in the hot costume, at the same time he could hear them behind him giggling away as Sally was lubricated up ready. The sound of their high heels tapping on the concrete signalled they were finished and approaching. The giggling changed from the playful little girl type to a sadistic chuckle. He could see Sindy standing in front of him, waiting in anticipation. He heard the lower costume zip, around his bottom, slowly open and felt his behind exposed to the cool air. Sally parted his trembling rear with her dainty feminine fingers. Her little peeny then slid into his tiny hole, probing him in a joyful, girlish kind of way. Tom moaned and squealed as the intruder had its way with him. Every time he screamed, Sindy would give him a reassuring little kiss. Sometimes on the cheek but mostly on his lips. The little sissy gasped as she was about to cum, Sindy looked up surprised. \par \ldblquote Oh Sally, that really didn\rquote t take very long did it? Oh well, young little sissies like you won\rquote t last as long will they?\rdblquote\par \ldblquote Come over here sis. I want to lube \i you\i0 up now.\rdblquote replied Sally. While he waited for his next seeing to, all he could hear was the sound of the two sissy sluts giggling away. He did not turn around so kept faced down to the ground. He didn\rquote t want to see what was coming next. A strange feeling was in his ass, caused by Sally\rquote s cum. The sensation was very new to him and not very pleasant, but worse was yet to come. Sally was knelt in front of Sindy, still busy applying the lubricant to Sindy\rquote s shaft.\par \ldblquote Sally, you didn\rquote t need to put that much on.\rdblquote laughed Sindy. \ldblquote His hole will already be nice and slippery from your turn.\rdblquote\par \ldblquote Sorry sis but I just like rubbing it on you.\rdblquote said Sally, giving Sindy\rquote s cock a good massage.\par \ldblquote Steady on Sally, don\rquote t make me cum all over you.\rdblquote Sally gave her a naughty little smile and said;\par \ldblquote I just like the feel of your cream that\rquote s all.\rdblquote\par \ldblquote OK, Sally. I\rquote ll save you a little for tonight.\rdblquote\par \ldblquote Oh goody.\rdblquote cheered Sally.\par Sindy wasted no time after being prepared. The highly experienced sissy squeezed hard on poor Tom\rquote s buttocks, prizing them apart. With only a little force, her oily cock glided perfectly into Tom\lquote s new love tunnel. He let out a scream as this outrageous sissy probed him deeper and deeper. Sindy made sure she gave him a shafting he would never forget, her penis, making loud slurping and squishing sounds as it pumped in and out. It felt like a mini volcano inside him as Sindy erupted, splurging out huge portions of sticky cream. It found its way deep inside of him, making his eyes water. Sindy\rquote s thrusts into Tom\rquote s buttocks ceased and she let off a deep sigh of satisfaction. Miss Spanklove came out into the yard just to make sure everyone was playing nicely. There was sissy goo everywhere. All over Sindy and Sally\rquote s penises, it was also trickling slowly out of Tom\rquote s bottom and making a puddle on the patio. Not to mention the cum already covering Tom in the cute cat costume. \par \ldblquote You filthy little girls.\rdblquote said Miss Spanklove, trying to keep a straight face. \ldblquote Come in for a shower immediately.\rdblquote And so the three of them did. All together at once that is.\par \par Part 2 coming soon. \par \par \pard\lang2057 Thanks for reading. Send your comments to: \cf1\ul{\field{\*\fldinst{HYPERLINK "mailto:shoegirl900@yahoo.co.uk"}}{\fldrslt{shoegirl900@yahoo.co.uk}}}\cf0\lang1033\kerning0\ulnone\f1\fs20\par }