A Life in the Day of Rosemary Booker - The Woody Back to School ...

A Life in the Day of Rosemary Booker
She slams the slipper down a second time
causing my ankles to twitch. She cackles.
“I remember the first time I laid eyes on you,
Booker, you were just such a goddamn mess, I just
knew it was in our destiny to spend some quality time
together,” she informs me cheerfully and slams the
slipper down for a third time.
The slipper is a very different animal from the
cane and the sound on impact explodes in my ears.
Generally the slipper mainly causes flesh burn but as
you may recall I am suffering from the residual
effects of six on the silks and my glutinous maximus
muscles are not in the best of shapes. My body
responds to the hearty spank as if I am a pachinko
machine. I cannot help but buck and squirm in her
lap.
Katie cackles like Cruella DeVille. When she is
not relieving the local lothario’s from their hardearneds
this is Katie Becks idea of fun.
She is determined to take her time and get her
jollies; she rubs the sole of the slipper over each of
my buttocks muttering “eeny-meeny-miny-moe”,
before bringing down the slipper on my right buttock
with a deafening report.
I wriggle and squirm some more. She chuckles
again. She pulls me back into her lap.
“Stretch out properly Booker and stop being
such a muff,” she taunts me.
My blood boils as much as my bum is boiling. I
try to gather myself and not become
discombobulated. Just as I am maneuvering myself
back into a full drape she unexpectedly whaps me