The Bumhampton Chronicles: Chapter 7 (Part 18)

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I hissed on an inhalation when Mr. Jones-Smyth ran his stubby thumbnail the length of my cane welts one at a time. I swelled with pride at his appreciative remarks. “You look magnificent, Ruby, with purple grid imprinted on scarlet arse. A man would have to be carved from marble not to be inflamed by your succulent thatch.” I beamed. “And are you such a man, Sir?” In response, I felt his satin charger nuzzle my quivering garden of delight. Like fresh dew on rose petals, my cherry unfurled to greet the rampant desire of stiffened rod. The barrier sundered.

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9 thoughts on “The Bumhampton Chronicles: Chapter 7 (Part 18)”

  1. Ina Morata June 18, 2017 / 3:00 pm

    What glorious eloquence! I absolutely love it.
    Fancy leaving it there… One of these days you’ll drive me totally batty (battier!).

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    • lurvspanking June 18, 2017 / 5:25 pm

      I like to throw in a totally absurd grammatical drabble a least once every couple of weeks.

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      • Ina Morata June 18, 2017 / 5:45 pm

        I know; I look forward immensely to each one. 😊

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          • Ina Morata June 18, 2017 / 6:58 pm

            Um…I think I might have read out of order, or missed some. I shall have a Bumhampton fest this week, just to be sure. I also know there are other posts of yours that I need to return to. Never fear: Normal service will be resumed with my own next blog post. It puts a few things into perspective. 😊

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            • lurvspanking June 18, 2017 / 10:26 pm

              Gee, now you sound like Network Rail.

              ‘Your attention please. Due to track work, all trains are diverted until further notice to a station you can’t possibly reach. Have a nice day.’

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Spank you very much