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thing needs to be lathered and razored weekly without fail. It needs to be licked and tickled and frigged every morning, or there’s trouble.’ She parted her labia with both hands and let the sunlight shine on her pink inner flesh and the swell of her modest clitoris. ‘Now, you’ve broken in this thing nicely, I have to admit, and trained it up well. But your work on this isn’t finished, stranger. You need to fuck it more, and harder, and rougher. I need it full of hot semen on a daily basis, and I don’t care what happens. Don’t you want to take that work on, sir? Hmm?’ She put her head on one side and blinked at him innocently. ‘We can have a long, warm winter by the fire, burning all that wood you chopped. You can take as long as you like to finish your work. How about that?’
    He frowned in thought, studying her open cunt.
    ‘Well, my pretty cow. I do like you and your farm, and there is a whole lot of intensive work to be carried out on that beautiful body that nature gave you to enjoy. Yes, I think I will stay over the winter, and maybe into the summer as well.’
    She leaped up and down, clapping her hands in excitement. He took off his hat and hung it on the peg behind the door, then took his snakeskin boots off and put them by the stove.
    ‘Now,’ he said, ‘place a dish on the floor and get over it in your milk cow position.’
    She obeyed eagerly, getting on her hands and knees over the dish. He straddled her from the rear, cupped her tits and began his fondling, kneading and tugging. She felt her nipples quiver erect at his touch, and soon that familiar, delicious glow began to spread through her breasts, right to the tips. With a gasp of delight, she gave two long spurts of womanly juice, and the daily milking began.
    ‘You’re a good little milk cow, aren’t you?’ he murmured.
    ‘Yes, stranger.’ Beth wiggled her ass very happily against his crotch. ‘Yes, sir, I am.’
     
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    ‘Little Mistress’
    By Rosebud
     
    Spanking – Age Play – Elder Masters

     
     
    Little Flo was awakened by her Matron when the sun was already high.
    Flo clambered drowsily out of bed, and held her arms up so that Matron could pull the nightshirt over Flo’s head. Matron folded the shirt away neatly, then turned to study Flo’s naked form.
    ‘Gracious, Flo!’ Matron said. ‘Your body is flourishing in all manner of ways. We can’t have this, can we? Your Guardian won’t like it.’
    ‘I’m sorry, Matron,’ Flo yawned.
    ‘Well, I suppose it’s not your fault.’
    Matron’s gaze flickered over Flo’s body, from her elegant shoulders, strewn with her red-blonde hair tresses, to her small, pear-shaped breasts dotted with freckles and tipped with puffy, conical nipple studs. Flo felt her buds harden and lift under the woman’s examination. Matron smiled, and let her gaze move down to Flo’s narrow waist, her broad hips and, between her sculpted thighs, the triangle of gingery fuzz that covered her labial curves.
    ‘A bath and a shaving, Flo my girl. That’s what you need before you see your Guardian today.’
    ‘Yes, Matron.’
    The bath was readied in the centre of the bed chamber: a wide tin tub filled with warm water. Flo knew the ritual well by now. She stood in the water, enjoying the warmth over her ankles, while Matron washed her down firmly with a rough hessian cloth and carbolic soap. Matron washed Flo’s neck, then her armpits which she tut-tutted about, seeing the sprinkling of ginger fluff growing rampant in there too. Matron washed the girl’s titties abrasively, dragging the sackcloth over the stiff, chunky nipples, making them even harder. She cleansed Flo’s cunny with a circular motion, using her fingers to part the central groove and apply the cloth within. She washed the demure dimple at the top of the labia, swirling the cloth inside the little pucker. Then she turned Flo around and made her touch her toes,