More about Jennifer Parkstone (Part Three)

   Aunt June could read Jennifer's expression like an open book; however, her inner emotions were being side-lined by the fact that Jennifer was being as "naughty" as ever. On the one hand, she was viewing Jennifer's bare bottom, and on the other hand, she was remembering her niece, as an infant, wiping that bottom, and changing her diapers. There was an unbelieving character to this entire situation; and, at this moment, Aunt June was trying her best to stifle her anger.
   Now, as if facing the inevitable, Jennifer bounced around the counter, her head held high. The four, or five, visible patrons to the library, moved closer to the counter in order to get a better look.
    This was the moment, struck; the moment of truth, for Jennifer.


to be continued...


Love, 
Abe's Heart.

More About Jennifer Parkstone (Part Two)

   Aunt June felt as if her domain had been invaded. She stood behind her desk, in this shelter of knowledge and learning, like some god of old. If Jennifer was anticipating a spanking, she came to the right place. However, in the thick of it, Jennifer was now having second thoughts.
   The entire World seemed to be holding its breath, with the young woman, now thrust, center stage. Jennifer could feel goosebumps on her arms and legs; her two, pert breasts, carried themselves, with nipples raised and hard. She felt a twinge of embarrassment, only for a moment, and then, as if she weren't entirely nude, shrugged off these emotions, putting on a silly grin.
    The few patrons, gathered near the  New Releases, stood with mouths opened, like stunned birds. Aunt June, knowing her niece well, (along with Paula's [her Sisters] history) was red-faced, and angry. Her co-workers wanted to call the Police, however, Aunt June held them off, saying, "I'll handle this one, girls."


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   "Jennifer, you come over to me...this instant!"


   "Oh, Aunt June, I'm so naughty..I just want you to give my bare bottom a good spanking!"


   One of the older patrons, shouted, "Give her what she wants June..go ahead, and wipe that smile off her face."


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   Aunt June, of course, felt she had the situation under control. Jennifer, by all accounts, was looking for the proper response. "Okiee-dokey, Jennifer," Aunt June said, "You come 'round the desk, and I'll give you exactly what you want."
    To say that Jennifer knew what to expect would be an understatement; its one thing to give yourself a self-administered spanking, and quite another to be given an over-the-knee spanking. Obviously, Jennifer, while spanking herself, kind of held back, the arch of her bare palm hardly tapping her buttocks.
   Aunt June, gladly took a seat, and awaited her nude niece.
   Jennifer's face turned red, however she could feel herself getting wet between her legs. She bent over, and touched her toes; she was oblivious to the stares of other people; and, quite right, shook her ass at them.
    "Oh, Jennifer! You're really gonna get it," Aunt June responded.




To Be Continued....


x, Abe's Heart. March 4, 2012.

Some More About Jennifer Parkstone

   As Jennifer Parkstone was growing up, she discovered the writings, and photographs, of her "mother's naughtiness." In any event, it didn't take long to expose the secrets: the mud covered body, the spanking in the living room....jeepers! all of it, taken in, in the privacy of her bedroom. Jennifer, at 18,  was getting wet, just fantasizing what her mother experienced in 1969. She began, quite innocently enough, giving herself some hard, self-administered spankings, collapsing upon her pillow, and bringing up her rear, crimson and shaking throughout her body; the orgasm, convulsing her legs, her pussy...even, as to be bold enough to feel the puckering of her newly christened asshole, in the process of masturbatory dreams.

   All of this, still and all, left her feeling unfulfilled. There was an inner shame, which co-existed in her, little twinges of doubt upon the shapely curves of her buttocks. She wanted to expose herself fully, and receive the eventual comeuppance. In this way, Jennifer, like her mother before her, worked herself into a frenzy; giving her imagination its full range of scenes. Her good girl self disappeared, and in its place there appeared those stirrings all too common to exhibitionists. Jennifer wanted to get "caught," wanted to be spanked (even if she had to ask, or plead, for it) while in the buff.

   Her Mother's sister worked in the local library, and as Jennifer thought and thought and thought about it, the library would be perfect place to see her comeuppance realized.

   This was the driving force, the fantasy rolling into reality.

   It was on a beautiful, Summer day, right after graduation, Jennifer put her plan into action.  She passed by the library twice, getting herself girded up, and the entered the building, knowing exactly what she would do.

   "Hey, Aunt June," she said,  "just gotta use the ladies room...be back in a sec."

   Jennifer entered the bathroom, shut the door behind her, and locked it. She stripped off her clothing in seconds, standing before the mirror, stark naked. "Okay, Jen," she thought, "time to go!"

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   Leaving her discarded clothes in the bathroom, Jennifer unlocked the door, and ran into the main library, with a huge grin on her face.

    "Hey, Aunt June...look at me," She yelled, "Isn't this the most fetching bottom in the world! It could use a little discipline, doncha think???"

    "Jennifer Parkstone...What in the world do you think you're doing...you should be ashamed of yourself....."

      To be continued...

love, Abe's Heart ** March 2, 2012.