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.



  

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