The Bumhampton Chronicles: Chapter 7 (Part 23)

The Gun Room had ceased to be intimidating. The menacing shackles and many implements designed only to inflict pain, were no longer items to be feared; but embraced. I shook off the vague and troubling pricks of discomfort and applied rigorous attention to polishing the brass. My uniform felt comfortable, the exposure now normal. I pretended I had an audience. Bending from the waist, bare buttocks and wet slit mesmerized my admirers. I simpered and fluttered my eyelashes. Feeling daring, I ran the feather duster handle between my soaked folds then licked off my cream. I dried the floor; again.

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8 thoughts on “The Bumhampton Chronicles: Chapter 7 (Part 23)

  1. naughtynora June 29, 2017 / 4:03 pm

    Mmmmmm…..very naughty! She needs someone to come along and put the fear back into her 🙂

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  2. missy June 29, 2017 / 10:33 pm

    That girl has no fear. She is just gobbling it all up and then looking around for more lol

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  3. Ina Morata July 3, 2017 / 9:25 pm

    I totally agree with missy – that little exhibitionist dalliance with the feather duster says it all! 🙂

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    • lurvspanking July 4, 2017 / 1:32 pm

      Ruby hasn’t been knocked down… yet. For her, this is still a dreamscape away from the streets. It hasn’t occurred to her that she has a voice.

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      • Ina Morata July 4, 2017 / 1:35 pm

        I have no doubt that you’ll ensure she has good reason to find it before the story is done. 😊

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