Landlady's "Niece" - Part 6
Now that I was dressed, the Landlady had a long list of chores for me, and soon I was busy dusting, polishing, sweeping and scrubbing. At first Mrs. Fairchild was always present, directing my efforts, giving orders, and scolding me. I didn't have a minute to breathe as she tapped her alligator pump impatiently and snapped her manicured fingers over and over. When I began the daunting task of polishing all the livingroom furniture, she left me alone however. I frantically racked my brains on how I could escape from the increasingly suffocating embrace of Auntie Dear. I knew the front door was locked with a key, and I noted with despair the decorative bars on all the first floor windows. I thought about finding the telephone and calling "911" but I hesitated. What would the police think when they got a load of me in my gingham dress and apron? I shuddered just thinking about it.
Finally it was lunch time, and Mrs. Fairchild called me in to the dining room. I had only taken a couple of steps into the room when she frowned and order me to halt.
"Honestly Princess, how many times has Auntie told you that you must acknowledge her sweetly when entering and leaving a room? I'm afraid you've just earned yourself a session with Auntie's hairbrush." I could feel my face draining of color.
"But I don't want to spoil your lunch darling, so we can get to that later. But it seems like you need a little reminder to help you act in a ladylike fashion. From now on, whenever you enter or leave a room where Auntie is present, or wish to address Auntie, I expect you to sweetly curtsy. That way my precious one will remember her manners. Now let's see a lovely curtsy while you greet your Auntie, Princess." Mrs. Fairchild put her hands on her hips and waited with a triumphant smile.
My hands were shaking as I took hold of my skirt on each side, crossed my legs and dropped a tenative curtsy, a "Hello Auntie Dear" croaking from my throat.
"No, no, sweetheart, you must be more bouncy, dip deeply, and bow your head demurely before fluttering your lashes and looking up sweetly! Now try it again." After several attempts, I finally curtsied to Auntie Dear's satisfaction. I dreaded mealtimes. This time however, although Mrs. Fairchild insisted on cutting up my food, she let me feed myself, though my juice was served in a "sippy" cup. I didn't dare complain.
The afternoon was filled with more and more housework until I was exhausted. Mrs. Fairchild seemed to take delight in purposely leaving or entering a room, or calling me to join her, so that I was constantly popping up and down in deep curtsies like a jack-in-a-box. Finally it was dinnertime, and while I began to feed myself the stew the Landlady had prepared, I was not eating fast enough and she soon produced the dreaded pink plastic bib, snatched the spoon from me and began shoveling food into my mouth until I thought I would gag. She brought the sippy cup to my lips and forced my head back, and wouldn't stop until I had drained it of lukewarm milk. She poured it so fast soome dribbled down my chin onto the bib, which Mrs. Fairchild duly noted, observing that her "Princess obviously needed a bib at mealtimes."
Mrs. Fairchild then marched me upstairs for bath and bed. When I entered my room I immediately noticed that all my boxes of belongings had vanished. My heart sank to a new low as I realized that the Landlady had been busy while I had done my housework downstairs. Mrs. Fairchild ignored my obvious consternation, ordering me to undress as she went in to run the bath. I reached behind and tried to untie the bow of my apron but could not budge it. When the Landlady rentered the room, I was still struggling.
I remembered to drop a curtsy, and I meekly asked Auntie Dear if she could help me untie my apron. This seemed to please her enormously.
"Does my sweet little girl need help taking off her lovely apron, hmmmmmm?" She taunted me in a sing-song voice. I nodded affirmatively.
"Yes please Auntie Dear." Smiling, she reached over and gave my cheek a hard pinch. Then twirling me around, she untied the apron and helped me remove it. She proceeded to help me disrobe completely, dispite my protests that I could do it myself.
"Hush cupcake, Auntie can see that her adorable Princess needs a LOT of help." Soon I was in nothing but the pink satin panties, which were tenting embarassingly. Mrs. Fairchild reached for them. "My darling girl obviously LOVES her silky panties, doesn't she?" I stood like a statute. Mrs. Fairchild frowned, and yanked the panties down around my ankles. "You just don't learn, do you sweetlips?" She reached for the large purse she had rested on a chair, and removed her stainless steel hairbrush. She then sat on the edge of the bed and crooked her finger for me to approach.
"Please no!" I began to wail. She just crooked her finger again. Shaking like a leaf, I approached her, and she presented the hairbrush.
"Kissies." She nodded toward it. Filled with humiliation, I kissed the hairbrush. Suddenly, she reached out and took hold of my erection, using it like a handle to draw me over her lap. Her skirt was hiked up to her midthigh,and she positioned my steel-hard pen-is between her ample thighs, pressing them tightly together. She then brought the hairbrush down on my already sore bottom with stinging force. Again and again the hairbrush whistled through the air, exploding against me, causing my body to buck and writhe. This caused my pen-is to work itself between Mrs. Fairchild's thighs, and I could feel an orgasm building inside me even as the blows rained on my scarlet ass.
"Princess loves her spanky, doesn't she?!" The Landlady taunted me as she continued to spank me, and my naked body continued to flail in her lap. Suddenly my pen-is exploded in orgasm, and I bucked like a rag doll as Mrs. Fairchild increased the speed and force of her blows. Finally she stopped and I lay panting over her lap. She stroked the back of my head, and reached down with the hairbrush so I could kiss it, which I did.
Mrs. Fairchild began to tsk-tsk. I could feel my pen-is, still tightly caught in the vise of her thighs, shriveling. "Now look what my naughty girl has done. We'll have to do something about this, won't we Princess?" I could only shudder, imagining what lay ahead.