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Merrilee, Pete and the Mature Couple – Part 7
By Eleanor Powell | February 16, 2010
The Story So Far:
Merrilee and Pete were on their way to Gorselee Farm, but the Postcode Merrilee told Pete to put in the Sat Nav was obviously not correct, as the voice told them they had reached their destination – in the middle of a dirt track.
Now read on ……
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.’
She fished the crumpled piece of paper out of her bag again. ‘If we put the other Post Code in, it may take us to the right place,’ she suggested.
‘Good thinking,’ he said. ‘Ok read it to me again.’
‘WBY7 1PS – you put IPS last time.’
The detour had them taking a different direction all together. It added an extra ten miles to their journey, but when the voice told them they had reached their destination – they really had this time.
‘Hi, you two,’ said a cheery voice. ‘I’m Delia; you must be Merry Brat and Pete.’
They nodded in agreement.
‘We thought you must have got lost. Anyway, come in, I’ll show you to your room.’
‘Are we the last to arrive?’ asked Merrilee.
‘No, Mature Couple phoned, said they couldn’t make it today, some neighbours having a party for their Golden Wedding or something, but would get here tomorrow instead.’
‘Shame.’ said Merrilee, ‘We’re looking forward to meeting them. Just hope they don’t know my grandma as they live in Warlington too, it could be a bit embarrassing.’
‘Sure could be,’ agreed Delia. ‘Anyway, get settled in, we eat at half five, in Cosy Cottage – next door.’
Delia left them to their own devices.
‘Ok my sweet it’s comeuppance time.’
‘Hey, you already spanked me remember?’
‘Of course I remember, but that was just an interim spanking. A just because I felt like it spanking.’
‘Sod off,’ she protested.
‘Watch that mouth of yours lady,’ he warned. Sitting down on the bed, he hauled her over his knee. ‘Do you know something, if I didn’t know I’d spanked you this afternoon – your bum has gone back to being white?’
He then proceeded to turn her white cheeks to a glowing rosy red.
After tea, everybody went back to their own rooms, to get ready for the evenings fun and games.
Delia had organised some games to get the party started. This involved the girls throwing a dice – the number that came up was the number of strokes she would receive.
She could then choose who she wanted to spank her.
Merrilee wanted a change, so she chose Bill from Dunton.
There were the sounds of bare bottoms being spanked and squeals from the girls,
The following day it was cold and rainy. Some of the others went out into Gorselee Village, but Merrilee and Pete decided to stay indoors and play in their room.
However, Merrilee returned to the lounge where she had left her bag, Bill was sat there reading a spanking magazine, ‘On your own Bill?’
‘Yes Merry Brat, Naughty Lady has gone into town and left me to amuse myself.’
‘We’re just going to have some fun and games – why don’t you come and join us?’
‘Hmmm! That sounds fun, but won’t Pete mind?’
‘Course not. Come on Billy Boy, come and play with us.’
‘The name is Bill young lady, any more cheek from you and you’ll find yourself over my knee.’
‘Billy Boy, Billy Boy,’ she chanted, trying to dodge out of his reach, but he blocked her escape.
Meanwhile, Pete was waiting in their room, wondering what was keeping Merrilee. Then he heard the sound of hand meeting bare bottom and his wife’s shrieks. He went out into the lounge to investigate. Taking in the scene at a glance, he asked, ‘Do you need any help Bill?’
‘Sorry Pete, hope you don’t mind, but this young lady is one cheeky madam.’
‘I know,’ laughed Pete, ‘but you carry on, don’t let me stop you.’
‘That’s very sporting of you, thanks,’ Bill tightened his grip on Merrilee and went back to his task with a renewed energy.
‘Look, why don’t we go to our room and have some fun,’ Pete suggested.
Poor Merrilee, sounds like she’s going to have a very sore bottom ……
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