Bed and Breakfast - Storytime

Some years back, after working for a week in farm Sales I came across this sign that read "Clean Rooms, good food, old Fashion Living"

Sounded good so I drove down the dirt road to a beautiful two story farm house. Outside was a middle age, fine looking woman who I asked where this boarding house might be, and was happy to learn that I was there.

She sowed me inside, I signed the register and was escorted to a beautiful room on the second floor overlooking a small lake. She bade me to make myself comfortable, shower and lie down and she would bring me some extra towels and promised a back rub before dinner. Before she left I asked if she had anything for an upset stomach, as I had been eating diner food for the past week and my stomach was stopped up. She said not to worry, she believed she had just what I needed. No sooner I had finished showering and drying off that I noticed a pair of woman frilly panties hanging behind the door. Fantasizing about their owner I slipped them on and went to lie down.

True to her word I had no sooner lied down and began to relax when she came back, carrying some towels etc. and comforted me with a back rub. She apologized that she had taken so long, but the young lady who occupied this room just prior to me had called saying she believed she left a pair of her pink panties hanging in the bathroom.

She asked "did you happen to see them by any chance?"

Embarrassed to admit I had then on I lied and said "no, but if i see them I will let you know".

As she rubbed my back our conversation returned to the former guest whom she said had also been in sales and was equally suffering from an upset stomach upon arrival. I asked if she was able to comfort her and she replied, "Yes of course, my treatment is always helpful, fast acting and reliable". Wow I said and asked if what she gave her, and did she think it could help me.

Sure to her word, as she rubbed my back, her hand moved deliberately to my most sensitive rear end and as she traced a line down my backside and said "of course", "what you need is a nice old fashioned warm water Enema"! I blushed red, heard her laugh and as she lowered my pajama bottoms and exclaim "Oh my, I do believe I found those missing panties"! "You naughty boy" followed by three or four hard smacks on my backside. "Taking things that don't belong to you", "Humph"! ,smack smack as down came my, "her" panties and I received another four smack on my bear behind! "I think you need a sample of some good old fashioned living young man!"

With that she grabbed me by my ear, lifted me, and walked me over to the couch, sat down, and drew me across her lap. My education into "Good Old Fashion Living" was most painful and effective. Country living can turn a woman hand into a wooden paddle in no time and before I knew it I was crying and pleading, "I'm Sorry, I'm Sorry, PLeeeze I'm sorry. By the time she stood me up I fell to my knees and buried my head into her exposed bosom and sobbed. She patted my head, exposed her breast and allowed me to suckle her like a child. I began to realize a stiffening between my legs as she encouraged me. I was not alone in my arousal!

when she stood me up and placed me in the corner, she lightly smacked my sore bare behind and bade me keep my nose in the corner while she prepared my Enema; "AND No Rubbing" unless you want another trip over my lap!" Later we will talk about your Lying to me!"

Before the day was over I was to receive a "Good Old Fashioned Enema", a "Session with the Strap for lying" and a warm embrace, "Country Style!.