A Life in the Day of Nixdown Nixon - The Woody Back to School Unit
A Life in the Day of Nixdown Nixon - The Woody Back to School Unit A Life in the Day of Nixdown Nixon - The Woody Back to School Unit
1It Started With a SpankingI wake up in a make-shift straw bed in the tackroom of the stable complex. It is only five-thirty in themorning but I am an early riser. My step-mother,Petron, and I used to exercise the horses at dawn,along the beaches outside our home when I was stillin the idyllic throes of childhood.Penny Ann is still sleeping and breathinggently. She has a slightly blissful smile on her face.I pad barefoot across to the sink and brush myteeth and try to straighten my hair a little. Then Icollect my clobber and quickly dress, doing my bestnot to disturb Pen.Once I am fully dressed I lean down and kissher gently. Her eyes flicker open and she smilessleepily.“I have to run,” I tell her. “I’m on duty atseven and I need to get some coffee and take ashower. Thanks for last night.”She gives me a small sleep-giggle. I kiss heragain and then cut along.
A Life in the Day of Nixdown NixonThere is nobody about as I cut across thequadrangle and go into the main house. I head overto the cafeteria in search of java.I find Debs Morton standing by the machinewaiting for it to heat up. She is dressed in trainingsweats and is on her way for her morning run withJane Lummell, who is her tennis coach. We oftenmeet at this time of the morning, me on the wayhome from my trysts with Pen and Debs off on herway to start her busy day.She grins at me, “So how was it?” She askscheerily.“Absolutely divine,” I tell her and I’m not lying.My bum is still tingling deliciously.We started last evening’s activities with mestretched out across Penny Ann’s lap for a straightforward,good old fashioned spanking.When I arrived at the stable Penny Ann wasalready waiting. She had lit a number of unscentedcandles and I could see an ice bucket with a bottle ofVeuve Clicquot that we would enjoy in the fullness oftime.Penny Ann is a statuesque gal, standing fivefeetnine inches in her stockinged feet, which issomewhat taller than little old me.She was dressed in a black five button ridingjacket over a white linen shirt that I bought her theother day and a black silk tie. Her strong legs wereshoe-horned into form-fitting charcoal grey jodhpursthat were tucked into knee-high black riding boots.She was holding a braided riding crop between hergloved hands.
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1It Started With a Spank<strong>in</strong>gI wake up <strong>in</strong> a make-shift straw bed <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> tackroom <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> stable complex. It is only five-thirty <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong>morn<strong>in</strong>g but I am an early riser. My step-mo<strong>the</strong>r,Petron, and I used <strong>to</strong> exercise <strong>the</strong> horses at dawn,along <strong>the</strong> beaches outside our home when I was still<strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> idyllic throes <strong>of</strong> childhood.Penny Ann is still sleep<strong>in</strong>g and breath<strong>in</strong>ggently. She has a slightly blissful smile on her face.I pad barefoot across <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> s<strong>in</strong>k and brush myteeth and try <strong>to</strong> straighten my hair a little. <strong>The</strong>n Icollect my clobber and quickly dress, do<strong>in</strong>g my bestnot <strong>to</strong> disturb Pen.Once I am fully dressed I lean down and kissher gently. Her eyes flicker open and she smilessleepily.“I have <strong>to</strong> run,” I tell her. “I’m on duty atseven and I need <strong>to</strong> get some c<strong>of</strong>fee and take ashower. Thanks for last night.”She gives me a small sleep-giggle. I kiss heraga<strong>in</strong> and <strong>the</strong>n cut along.
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