SECRETS OF CHEATEM MANOR SECRETS OF CHEATEM MANOR. The beautiful Lady Amanda Longleigh ruled in Baronial splendor from her seat at Cheatem Manor. To all the world she appeared to be the model of a respectable aristocrat. But the world didn't know of the closely guarded secret of Cheatem, that the Lady had an insatiable lust for sex -- her kind of sex. For the perverse mistress of Cheatem, whose rather peculiar views on man and women dominated life at the remote estate, allowed herself to indulge quite freely in the most unspeakable perversions until the day her wild excesses were reined in and she was forced to come to heel under the firm hand of an ex-army major -- a man who came to claim his rightful inheritance. Excerpt from Secrets of Cheatem Manor As Sarah reminisced, describing those days in detail. The hand that had been dabbling in Edward's pubic hair crept lower, brushed over his somnolent cock. Exploring fingers found his scrotum; lightly scratched at his perineum, gently cuddled his nestling balls, rolling them in her palm till she elicited from the young man a most profound sigh of deep satisfaction. His cock jumped when she brought her lips to his ear and confided in him that the games the two schoolgirls most dearly loved to play were...spanking games! They would take turns. One would dress up as a schoolmistress in severe starched blouse and narrow black skirt hair drawn up into a tight bun. She would accuse the other of some imagined offense and threaten retribution; a playful spanking would surely follow. Then there would be the immediate kisses and numerous soft caresses designed to soothe away the aching throb. It was only a matter of time till Sarah found herself wearing the old school uniform (minus jacket) ignominiously upended over her young mistress' knee. The little skirt would be raised up over her pantied behind. Then the plain white schoolgirl's underpants she had on would be lowered to her knees, arranged by her mistress just so, so that the maid's newly bared bottom might be admired and stroked and petted with loving affection before it received, what her mistress considered 'a proper dose of discipline'. The aristocratic blonde, sitting prim as any proper schoolmarm, would bring her knees together and arrange her skirt fastidiously, tugging down the hem, then beckoning the girl over to take her place over her lap in the classic spanking position. Raising her knees, and opening her thighs just a little, she would shift the girl's dead weight so that Sarah was laying with her head and shoulders tilted down, her loose hair falling down to the floor, her behind stretched taut and elevated to even greater prominence. Catherine would make her wait like that, laying over her lap, while she sternly admonished the bad girl. Then, without warning, she would slap that upraised bottom, sending the little cheeks wobbling with brisk precise stokes of her flattened hand, never hard but always steady, warming Sarah's young bottom and causing the heat to rise all through her body so that the girl couldn't help squirming in sensual delight. Even now Sarah warmed at the thrilling memory of those warmly stimulating spankings, clenching her thighs, rubbing them together at the delicious sensations her words conjured up. Edward too was moved. He closed his eyes and savored the exciting scene as his penis began expanding, slowly uncoiling. His hand, which had been absently stroking down his lover's back, trailed lower and she snuggled even closer so he could reach and cup her trim young bottom. As Sarah reminisced, describing those days in detail. The hand that had been dabbling in Edward's pubic hair crept lower, brushed over his somnolent cock. Exploring fingers found his scrotum; lightly scratched at his perineum, gently cuddled his nestling balls, rolling them in her palm till she elicited from the young man a most profound sigh of deep satisfaction. His cock jumped when she brought her lips to his ear and confided in him that the games the two schoolgirls most dearly loved to play were...spanking games! They would take turns. One would dress up as a schoolmistress in severe starched blouse and narrow black skirt hair drawn up into a tight bun. She would accuse the other of some imagined offense and threaten retribution; a playful spanking would surely follow. Then there would be the immediate kisses and numerous soft caresses designed to soothe away the aching throb. It was only a matter of time till Sarah found herself wearing the old school uniform (minus jacket) ignominiously upended over her young mistress' knee. The little skirt would be raised up over her pantied behind. Then the plain white schoolgirl's underpants she had on would be lowered to her knees, arranged by her mistress just so, so that the maid's newly bared bottom might be admired and stroked and petted with loving affection before it received, what her mistress considered 'a proper dose of discipline'. The aristocratic blonde, sitting prim as any proper schoolmarm, would bring her knees together and arrange her skirt fastidiously, tugging down the hem, then beckoning the girl over to take her place over her lap in the classic spanking position. Raising her knees, and opening her thighs just a little, she would shift the girl's dead weight so that Sarah was laying with her head and shoulders tilted down, her loose hair falling down to the floor, her behind stretched taut and elevated to even greater prominence. Catherine would make her wait like that, laying over her lap, while she sternly admonished the bad girl. Then, without warning, she would slap that upraised bottom, sending the little cheeks wobbling with brisk precise stokes of her flattened hand, never hard but always steady, warming Sarah's young bottom and causing the heat to rise all through her body so that the girl couldn't help squirming in sensual delight.Cheatem