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Merrilee, Pete and the Mature Couple – Part 6
By Eleanor Powell | February 12, 2010
The Story So Far:
Merrilee and Pete had booked to spend a few days on Gorselee Farm. They were both very much into spanking and were going to be among like minded people.
Now read on ……
The night before the big day, Merrilee had packed, but Pete had kept getting under her feet.
‘Don’t forget to pack your school uniform,’ he’d reminded her for the third time.
‘For goodness sake Pete, I packed it already, now let me get on with it.’
‘Ok, sorry,’ he went back into the lounge to watch the news on the television.
Next day they were up early as it was about five hours drive by car.
‘Right my sweet, are we ready for off?’ Pete stood near the door, the car keys jangling from his hand.
‘In five minutes yes,’ she answered. ‘I just need the loo again. Is everything in the car?’
‘Yep, all we need now is you.’
They had treated themselves to a Sat Nav. Pete keyed in their home Post Code.
‘Merrilee my sweet, what’s the Post Code for Gorselee Farm?’
‘Just a minute,’ she rummaged in her handbag, bringing out a crumpled piece of paper that she tried to smooth out with her hand. ‘Ready, here it is. WBY7 1PS, errrr! It’s a bit smudged, not sure if it’s a 1 or an I’
‘Let me see,’ impatiently Pete snatched the paper out of her hand and peered at it. ‘For goodness sake, it’s too smudged to be sure. I’ll put in I but if it’s wrong lady, you’re going to arrive at Gorselee with a very sore bottom.’
‘Promises, promises,’ she giggled.
Two hours later, Pete stopped the car. They were going through a sleepy little village. As it was Wednesday, the shops were half day closing.
‘Come on my sweet let’s stretch our legs a bit.’ Pete had come round to her side of the car – opening the door, he hauled her out.
‘Aren’t we lucky, it’s a lovely day for October? He said, putting his arm around her shoulder, ‘let’s stroll down here.’
They were on a quiet country road. As they walked along, his hand was rubbing her bottom. The circular movement of his hand made her dress ride up, revealing a bottom covered with a skimpy piece of black material.
The sound of a car engine behind them made them both jump apart. As the car went very slowly past them, they could see the driver looking back at them, with a big grin on his face.
‘Did you see his face?’ Merrilee squealed.
‘I wonder who’ll believe him when he tells what he just saw. Guess what my sweet? I’m feeling randy.’
‘That’s not like you,’ she giggled, moving away from him.
‘Come here brat, I’m going to have to spank you – flaunting yourself in public like that.’ Holding on to her wrist, he led her to the side of the road,
‘Now look at that, a nice handy bench.’
Sitting down on it, he pulled her over his knee. ‘Stoppit,’ she squealed. ‘Someone might see us.’
‘And since when did that bother you my sweet?’ Raising his right arm, he brought his large hand down in the dead centre of her bottom.
Pushing her dress up her back, he again brought his hand down on her upturned partially knickered bottom. ‘Do you know, I don’t think you can feel it?’ He yanked her knickers down to mid thigh.
Slaaaaaaaaaappppppppp! The sound of a hand meeting bare flesh rang out, followed by a shrill screech.
‘You lousy rotten sod, that hurt,’ she wriggled violently over his knee.
‘Go on my sweet, wriggle away, you know how it turns me on.’ Giving her another half dozen spanks, he then rested his hand on her hot quivering bottom. ‘That’s better,’ he said, admiring his handiwork. ‘Can’t have you arriving at Gorselee with a lily white bottom, can we?’
‘Piss off,’
‘Oh my sweet, seems you want some more, I’m always ready to oblige.’ Raising his right arm, he brought his hand down on her bottom another twelve times.
Helping her to her feet, he said, ‘Come on let’s get back on the road. ‘We’ll stop for a snack as soon as we find a café.’
In the next village, they found a little olde worlde coffee shop where they had beans on toast followed by a milk shake.
Getting back into the car, ‘We should be there in about two hours,’ said Pete glancing at his watch.
As they approached Gorselee, they were being directed by the Sat Nav to turn right in 300 yards. Pete followed instructions. The voice told them at the next roundabout to take the third exit – and then – you have reached your destination.
Merrilee looked around in bewilderment. ‘Where are we?’
‘Haven’t a clue,’ Pete said with a sigh. ‘Perhaps that Post Code was wrong after all.’
‘Oops!’
‘Remember what I told you would happen? He asked. ‘But let’s get back on track, it’ll be dark soon, I’ll sort you later lady.’
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