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REAL BRADYS, THE (MF, ROM, EXH)
by Tv Fantasy Spanker (petnel65@hotmail.com)

***

SEX AND PUNISHMENT IN THE BRADY HOUSEHOLD. CAROL GETS A GOOD 
FUCKING THEN A GOOD HARD SPANKING IN RETURN. 

***

 IT'S MIDNIGHT AT THE BRADY HOME. GREG HAS JUST RETURNED FROM A 
DATE AND ALICE WATCHED TV UNTIL 11 PM. AFTER FINISHING HER CHORES. 
BEING A SCHOOL NIGHT, CINDY AND BOBBY WERE IN BED BY 9 O'CLOCK WITH 
JAN AND PETER FOLLOWING 1 HOUR LATER. MARCIA NOW A SENIOR IN HIGH 
SCHOOL, IS IN THE DEN STUDYING FOR HER MATH TEST IN THE MORNING.

 COMING DOWN FOR A SNACK AND A GLASS OF MILK, GREG PEEKS INTO THE 
DEN. "HI! MARCIA, WHY AE YOU STILL UP? HE QUESTIONS. " OH, THIS 
DARN TEST TOMORROW, I-I JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND MATH! COULD YOU HELP 
ME GREG?" "WELL, MAYBE FOR AWHILE." HE REPLIES WHILE GETTING A 
GLIMPSE OF MARCIA'S SHORT NIGHTGOWN UNDERNEATH THE SLIGHTLY OPENED 
ROBE. "GEE! THANKS GREG, YOU'RE SUCH A NICE BROTHER!" "YA, I KNOW 
MARCIA!" THEN GRINNING HE ADDS; "EVEN IF I DO GIVE BIRTHDAY 
SPANKINGS?" WITH A BLUSH AND CHUCKLE SHE AGREES; "YA! GREG, EVEN IF 
YOU DO SPANK!" THEN CONTINUING "I HOPE MOM AND DAD CON'T COME DOWN, 
IT'S PAST MY BEDTIME!" "DON'T WORRY ABOUT THAT." GREG ASSURES; 
"THEY'RE BUSY RIGHT NOW!" SEEMING EMBARRASSED, MARCIA SUGGESTS. 
"YA, MAYBE THEY SHOULD BUY A NEW BED? THAT ONE MAKES SO-O MUCH 
NOISE!"

 AS THE SCENE MOVES UPSTAIRS TO THE MASTER BEDROOM. CAROL AND MIKE 
ARE JUST FINISHING. "OOOOH, MIKE! (PANT!) IT F-FEELS SO GOOD! 
(PANT!) PLEASE GO FASTER!" WITH THE LIGHT BLUE NIGHTGOWN PUSHED UP 
OVER HER WIDE HIPS, CAROL MOVES IN RHYTHM, AS MIKE FULFILLS HER 
WISH. "OH! AH! OH! UMM! (PANT!) OOOOH! MIKE!
WHILE THE MOANS AND HEAVY BREATHING BLENDS IN WITH THE STEADY 
CREAKING OF THE BED, MIKE REACHES DOWN AND CUPS CAROL'S BOTTOM 
CHEEKS THEN PUSHES HIS GROIN FURTHER AND FASTER, AS SHE RAISES HER 
LEGS AND WRAPS THEM OVER HIS BACK, NOW MOVING LIKE A WELL OILED 
PISTON. "AH! OH! (PANT!) M-M-MIKE! OHHH! UMMM! (PANT!)
AH! OH!" THEN IN A SUDDEN BURST, CAROL DRIVES HER HIPS UPWARD 
RAPIDLY, AS SHE HUGS MIKE. "HONEY, (PANT!) I-I'AM CUMMING! (PANT!) 
OH! AH! OOOOOOH!"

 AFTER A FEW MOMENTS OF SLOW BODY MOVEMENTS, MIXING THEIR LOVE 
FLUIDS, MIKE SLIDES OFF, AND KISSES CAROL SOFTLY. "HONEY, YOU'RE 
SO-O GOOD!" WITH A SMILE AND CHUCKLE SHE REPLIES; "YA! I KNOW 
MIKE....BUT YOU ARE TOO!......I JUST LOVE YOUR 9" PENIS!" "WELL 
CAROL, I'D BETTER GET TO SLEEP, I HAVE A BIG DAY TOMORROW, DRAWING 
UP THE PLANS FOR MISS GILINI'S FACTORY!" "GOSH MIKE, SHE SURE IS 
FUSSY, ISN'T SHE?" CAROL MOANS WHILE SLIDING DOWN HER NIGHTGOWN. 
"YOU'RE RIGHT CAROL...BUT SHE'S RICH!

 LATER THE NEXT DAY, CAROL AND ALICE ARE BUSY GETTING DINNER READY. 
"GOSH! ALICE I SURE HOPE MR. BRADY COMES HOME EARLY TONIGHT, AFTER 
ALL OUR WORK PREPARING HIS FAVORITE DINNER, LAMB CHOPS!" "YA! I 
HOPE SO TOO, BUT YOU KNOW THAT MISS GILLINI, SHE ALWAYS GETS HER 
WAY!" ALICE QUIPS WHILE MIXING THE SALAD. THEN AS THE PHONE 
RINGS:.. "I'LL GET IT ALICE...HELLO!...OH, HI! HONEY!.....OH NO 
MIKE, NOT AGAIN?...YES!...WELL OK!....GOODBYE!" "WHAT IS IT THIS 
TIME? MRS. BRADY." ALICE TIMIDLY ASKS "IS MR BRADY WORKING LATE 
AGAIN?" "YES ALICE." CAROL GROANS, "IT'S THAT DARN FACTORY AGAIN, 
HE HAS TO DO THE DRAWINGS OVER!"

 LATER THAT NIGHT, CAROL IS IN BED READING AS THE BEDROOM DOOR 
OPENS SLOWLY. "HI HONEY!" A TIRED LOOKING MIKE GROANS WHILE 
ENTERING. "GEE! MIKE, IT'S AFTER 10 O'CLOCK...WHAT HAPPENED?" 
"WHEW! MISS GILLINI CHANGED HER MIND AGAIN AND AGAIN!" HE SIGHS 
WHILE STRETCHING OUT ON THE BED. CAROL SNUGGLING UP CLOSER CAROL 
ASKS; "WHY CAN'T SOMEONE ELSE DO HER PLANS?" "OH! HONEY, I PROMISED 
MR. PHILLIPS THAT I WOULD DO THEM!" HE MOANS WHILE GETTING UP. 
"I'LL GO DOWN TO THE KITCHEN AND GET SOMETHING TO EAT!.... THEN 
TAKE A SHOWER!" "OK MIKE." CAROL SIGHS IN DISAPPOINTMENT.  

 WITH THE NEXT DAY BEING SATURDAY, MIKE IS UP EARLY TO TAKE THE 
BOYS FISHING, AS HE PROMISED. WHILE OUT IN THE GARAGE GETTING THE 
EQUIPMENT, CAROL ANSWERS THE PHONE. "HELLO!.... OH! MISS 
GILLINI....YES MIKE IS HERE!.....BUT HE'S BUSY NOW!..NO HE CAN'T GO 
TO YOUR OFFICE!.....IT'S SATURDAY, AND HE'S TAKING THE BOYS 
FISHING.........GOODBYE MISS GILINNI!" WALKING INTO THE KITCHEN, 
MIKE ASKS; "WHO WAS IT HONEY?" 

 "0-0H NOBODY MIKE....HAVE A GOOD TIME!"

 AFTER AN OVERDUE RESTFULL DAY, ENDING WITH A LONG BED CREAKING, 
ROMANTIC INTERLUDE. CAROL AND MIKE WAKE-UP REFRESHED FOR CHURCH 
SUNDAY MORNING. RETURNING HOME AT NOON, AFTER HAVING BRUNCH AT THE 
LOCAL DINER. GREG GOES TO THE GYM TO LAY BASKETBALL, WHILE MARCIA 
AND JAN TAKE THE YOUNGER KIDS TO A MOVIE. BEING ALICE'S DAY OFF, 
CAROL AND MIKE LOUNGE IN THE HOUSE, READING THE PAPER AND WATCHING 
TV. "GOSH! CAROL, IT'S SO NICE GETTING AWAY FROM MISS GILLINI!" HE 
SIGHS. "I KNOW MIKE, YOU REALLY NEEDED THE REST!" SHE COOS, WHILE 
WALKING OVER AND SITTING DOWN IN HIS LAP, FORCING THE HEM OF THE 
SHORT, LIGHT BLUE SKIRT TO PUSH-UP EXPOSING HER FULL THIGHS. "I'AM 
REALLY SURPRISED THAT SHE DIDN'T CALL!" MIKE WHISPERS WHILE KISSING 
CAROL'S NECK AND SLOWLY SLIDING HIS HAND UNDERNEATH HER SKIRT. 
"UUUM! DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT HONEY." SHE GROANS WHILE SNUGGLING UP 
CLOSER AND RETURNING HIS KISS.

 AS THE SCENE PROGRESSES, CAROL'S SHORT SKIRT IS PUSHED UP TO HER 
WAIST AS MIKE PASSIONATELY MASSAGES HER WIDE, PANTY CLAD BOTTOM. 
UN-ZIPPING HIS SLACKS, SHE REACHES INSIDE AND GENTLY GRASPS MIKE'S 
NOW STIFF PENIS AND SLOWLY MOVES HER TONGUE UP AND DOWN OVER HIS 
THICK, LONG SHAFT. AS HE MOANS; "SHALL WE GO UPSTAIRS HONEY?" 
ANSWERING WITH A MURMERING "YES" CAROL BEGINS TO SUCK MIKE'S COCK 
RAPIDLY, AS HE WORKS HIS FINGER INSIDE HER WET PUSSY. THEN 
SUDDENLY, BREAKING THE ROMANTIC INTERLUDE. THE DOOR BELL RINGS.

 "WHO COULD THAT BE?" CAROL GRUNTS, WHILE JUMPING UP AND PUSHING 
DOWN HER SKIRT AND SLIP. OPENING THE FRONT DOOR, MIKE GULPS: "M-
MISS GILLINI..THIS IS A SURPRISE!" "HELLO, MIKE DARLING... CAN I 
COME IN?" ENTERING THE LIVING ROOM, MISS GILLINI LOOKS AROUND AND 
SMUGGLY STATES; "OH! MIKE DARLING...YOU HAVE SUCH A NICE... SMALL 
HOUSE!" "THANK YOU, M-MISS GILLINI!" HE NERVOUSLY BLEATS. "AND THIS 
IS MY WIFE CAROL!" "AH! YES, MIKE DARLING... I SPOKE WITH HER... ON 
THE TELEPHONE YESTERDAY!' "YOU DID?" HE REPLIES, WHILE GIVING CAROL 
A STARTLED LOOK. "AND MIKE DARLING... SHE SAID THAT YOU WERE TOO 
BUSY....TO TALK TO ME!" "M-MIKE I-I ONLY DID W-WHAT BEST FOR Y-
YOU!" CAROL ANSWERS IN A QUIVERING VOICE. " MRS. BRADY, I HAD SOME 
IMPORTANT CHANGES TO DISCUSS WITH MIKE!" MISS GILLINI SNORTS 
HOLDING HER HEAD HIGH, LOOKING DOWN AT CAROL.

 THEN PULLING UP HER PINK STOLE, SHE SLOWLY WALKS AROUND THE ROOM, 
LOOKING AT THE PICTURES ON THE WALLS. "MIKE DARLING, IN MY 
COUNTRY.....THE WIFE IS OBEDIENT... TO HER HUSBANDS DUTIES!" MISS 
GILLINI CALMLY STATES WHILE TURNING AND FACING CAROL. "B-BUT SHE 
WAS TRYING TO H-HELP!" MIKE REASONS. "AND MISS GILLINI, ALL THE 
CHANGES IN YOUR FACTORY DRAWINGS.....HAVE MADE ME VERY TIRED." 
"MIKE DARLING, PLEASE CALL ME GENA!" SHE RETURNS. "BUT YOU KNOW HOW 
MUCH I'AM PAYING MR. PHILLIPS FOR YOUR SERVICES....DON'T YOU?"

 "OF COURSE M-MISS...I MEAN GENA!" "THEN YOU WOULDN'T WANT ME TO 
TAKE MY BUSINESS ELSEWHERE...WOULD YOU? LOOKING SADLY AT MISS 
GILLINI, MIKE REPLIES; "NO G-GENA, AND BESIDES...I PROMISED MR. 
PHILLIPS...THAT I WOULD SATISFY YOU!" WITH A SMILE MISS GILLINI 
REPLIES, "YES SATISFY, MIKE DARLING.....THAT IS THE WORD I WANTED 
TO HEAR....SATISFY!" WALKING OVER TO MIKE SHE SMILES AGAIN AND 
CONTINUES; "AND TO SATISFY ME...IS TO PUNISH MRS. BRADY FOR SO 
RUDELY HANGING UP ON ME YESTERDAY!"

 "PUNISH HER HOW?" MIKE BLEATS WHILE GLANCING AT CAROL. "IN MY 
COUNTRY, THE HUSBAND HAS THE STONG HAND... AND USES IT!" MISS 
GILLINI SNEARS. "G-GENA; DO YOU MEAN S-SPANK HER?" HE STAMMERS.

 "YES MIKE, SPANK HER!"

 HEARING THE WORD SPANK, CAROL BEGINS TO BACK AWAY AND PLACES HER 
HANDS OVER THE SEAT OF HER SHORT BLUE SKIRT. "N-NO PLEASE M-MIKE!" 
"NOW MIKE DARLING, PLEASE SIT DOWN IN THE CHAIR!" MISS GILLINI 
STERNLY COMMANDS. "AND TELL MRS. BRADY TO LAY OVER YOUR LAP!"

 "PLEASE M-MISS GILLINI!" CAROL PLEADS. "I-I'AM SORRY FOR BEING S-
SO RUDE... I-IT WON'T HAPPEN AGAIN!"

 "YES, I KNOW IT WON'T HAPPEN AGAIN MRS. BRADY... NOW PLEASE GET 
OVER... YOUR HUSBANDS LAP!"

 NUMBLY OBEYING, CAROL WALKS OVER TO MIKE AND IN A TREMBLE, LAYS 
FACE DOWN ON HIS LONG LEGS. THE SHORT SKIRT ALREADY HALF WAY UP ON 
HER THIGHS, MISS GILLINI REACHES DOWN. GRASPING THE HEM AND PULLING 
IT UP OVER CAROL'S WAIST. "A-A-AH! SUCH A NICE, WIDE TARGET!" SHE 
GLOATS WHILE PATTING THE PANTY CLAD BUTTOCKS. "THIS WILL BE VERY 
ENJOYABLE....NOW MIKE DARLING...PLEASE TAKE DOWN MRS. BRADY'S 
PANTIES!"

 "GENA C-COULDN'T I-I DO IT...WITHOUT TAKING THEM DOWN?" "NO MIKE 
DARLING, DOWN... ALL THE WAY DOWN TO HER KNEES!" THEN ADDING WITH A 
SMILE. "I BET YOU'VE DONE THIS MANY TIMES BEFORE.....BUT NOT FOR A 
SPANKING!"

 HOOKING HIS FINGERS INSIDE THE WAIST BAND OF THE WHITE, LACE, 
NYLON COVERING. MIKE DOES WHAT HE HAD INTENDED TO DO IN THE BEDROOM 
EARLIER. WATCHING THE UN-VEILING WITH A SMIRK, MISS GILLINI GASPS; 
"OH! S-O-O BIG...AND WHITE!" AS SHE SLOWLY OPENS HER PURSE AND 
REMOVES A PINK HAIRBRUSH, THEN HANDS IT TO MIKE. "AS YOU KNOW MIKE 
DARLING, I LOVE PINK.....BUT MAKE MRS. BRADY'S BOTTOM....A SHADE 
DEEPER!"

 RAISING THE HAIRBRUSH, MIKE TRYS TO SATISFY MISS GILLINI. WHACK! 
"OOOOOH! M-MIKE!" SMACK! "AAAAAH!" CRACK! "OOOOOW MIKE!" WHACK! "I-
IT H-HURTS!" SMACK! "O-O-OUCH!" NOW BEGINNING TO TURN MISS 
GILLINI'S FAVORITE COLOR, CAROL'S FULL BOTTOM CHEEKS TWIST AND 
TURNS OVER MIKE'S LAP WITH EACH STINGING SPANK FROM THE PINK 
HAIRBRUSH AS HE LAYS IT ON IN A STEADY CADENCE.

 SMACK! "OHH! MIKE!" CRACK! "AAAAAH!" WHACK! "P-PLEASE N-NO MORE!" 
SMACK! "O-O-OUCH!" WATCHING WITH GLEAMING EYES, MISS GILLINI CALMLY 
INSTRUCTS MIKE; "HARDER MIKE DARLING... HARDER... THAT'S GOOD!" 
SMACK! "(SOB!) P-PLEASE... N-NO MORE!" WHACK! "OOOOW! I-IT HURTS!" 
CRACK! "AAAAAH!" AS THE HAIRBRUSH CHANGES CAROL'S SQUIRMING 
BUTTOCKS INTO A DEEP RED, MIKE FOLLOWS MISS GILLINI'S INSTRUCTIONS; 
"ON THE LEFT SIDE, MIKE DARLING... THAT'S GOOD... NOW ON THE 
RIGHT... OH! GOOD! HARDER! HARDER! WITH TEARS FOLLOWING, CAROL BEGS 
TO HAVE MIKE STOP, ONLY TO HAVE GENA COMMAND; "ON THE THIGHS NOW, 
MIKE DARLING... THAT'S RIGHT... HARDER!"

 "(SOB!) P-PLEASE MIKE!" WHACK! "N-NO MORE!" WITH HER BLISTERED 
CHEEKS NOW BUCKING WILDLY FROM THE BITE OF THE PINK IMPLEMENT, 
CAROL PLEADS AGAIN; "P-PLEASE M-MISS GILLINI!" CRACK! "I-I'AM SO S-
SORRY!" WHACK! "H-HAVE HIM S-STOP!" SMACK! "P-PLEASE!(SOB!)" CRACK! 
"OOOOOOOW!" 

 FINALLY, WALKING OVER TO MIKE. MISS GILLINI TAKES THE HAIRBRUSH 
FROM HIS RAISED HAND, THEN LOOKS DOWN AT THE LARGE CLENCHED BOTTOM 
OVER HIS LAP. NOW A BRIGHT RED FROM THE UPPER SLOPES OF THE 
BUTTOCKS, TO THE LOWER THIGHS. "OK MIKE DARLING, I THINK MRS. BRADY 
HAS LEARNED HER LESSON!" PLACING THE PINK HAIRBRUSH BACK IN HER 
PURSE, GENA ADDS WHILE WALKING TO THE FRONT DOOR; "MIKE DARLING, 
I'LL SEE YOU TOMORROW MORNING... GOOD BYE!"

 AFTER CLIMBING OFF MIKE'S LAP, CAROL FRANTICALLY RUBS HER SORE 
BOTTOM BEFORE GOING UPSTAIRS TO HAVE HIM RUB ON SOME SOOTHING 
LOTION. "GOSH! HONEY, THAT HAIRBRUSH STUNG S-SO MUCH!" SHE MOANS 
WHILE MIKE SPREADS THE CREAM OVER HER SWOLLEN LOBES.

 "GEE! CAROL, I'M SORRY!" HE CONSOLES, "BUT MISS GILLINI'S FACTORY 
MEANS A LOT TO MR. PHILLIPS!"

 TRYING TO HIDE THE STINGING PAIN, CAROL ROLLS OVER ON THE BED AND 
HUGS MIKE. "OH! I KNOW HONEY, AND REALLY THAT SPANKING HAS MADE ME 
HORNEY!" SHE SMILES WHILE UN-ZIPPING HER SKIRT. "CAROL, AREN'T YOU 
TOO SORE?" MIKE QUESTIONS.

 "NO HONEY... NOT IF I'M ON TOP!   

 END 07/31/2002