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Pammys' Perfect Pink # 9
Patricia stood upon the upper balcony of her lovely home and enjoyed the expanse
of greenery that lay before her.
She could see the morning sun glint off the lake, her lake. between the trees.
The wild growth in the meadow began to move in languid waves.
Her profitable but unsatisfying relationship with Jason was over and she felt fully free.
Patricia believed in fate.or, as she called it, 'kismet'.
On the very day her husband had left her daughter was on a bus to Springfield and, her sweet girl,
Yas. was moving in.
Clouds built in the west and she opened her robe to feel the wind.
There was lightening in the distance and rain would come soon but still she stood.
She let her robe fly off her back holding it only with her arms.
Her long hair whipped about her face until she simply shook her head letting her blonde tresses flow behind along with her gown.
She spread her arms and embraced the moment as she felt the first few drops of cold rain hit her.
Wind driven slivers of water pelted her nude form hardening her breasts and tightening her tummy.
She felt like a newborn goddess as the tumult of nature flailed about her.
It was a beautiful metaphor and she savored the feeling.
Eventually the harsh reality of the storm caused her to gather her robe and return to the warmth of her home.
She dried, changed into a sleek black pyjama, and slid her feet into comfortable mules.
She was halfway down the stairs before she heard the persistant ringing ot the bell.
There, outside her sliding glass doors, stood Yas.
The vision was precious.
The poor girl was drenched.
Her hair was soaked to her face and she held a small canvas bag.
A larger one sat beside her as she had needed a free hand to ring the bell.
Her eyes looked expectantly into the reflective glass.
Patricia knew the girl couldn't see her but the keen minx had surely heard the click of her heels on marble tile.
She caressed herself for a moment as she looked through the glass.
She licked her lips and slowly flared her top leaving her cleavage
on display with the hint that a nipple might appear at any moment.
Opening the door she held out a hand and ushered Yas inside.
"Sweet girl, you're nearly drowned. Have you been waiting long?"
Between her sniffles, Yas replied.
"I arrived just as the storm began and have waited since then."
"The lightening scared me but I knew you would come."
"You promised."
The girl was still dripping and as much as she wanted to hug her Patricia refrained.
Instead, she took her hands and delivered a kiss of welcome.
"You*re safe now, darling. let's get you sorted out."
Together they tugged the larger bag inside and left it by the door.
Patricia brought tissues and wiped Yas' face then held some to her nose.
"Blow", she said. "Let's clear away those sniffles."
Embarassed, yet obedient, Yas filled the tissue and went to her knees.
She hugged Patricia at her ankles and began to kiss her feet.
The lady in sleek black PJs felt the ardent kisses and almost succumed to the
worship of her wet little waif but understood this was not the time.
Drawing on her new freedom and her inner goddess her voice became quite firm.
"Enough of your indulgence my naughty girl."
"Strip off those clothes and put them in the trash."
"You will not be needing them here."
"Once you are naked I expect you upstairs for a proper bath,"
With that the haughty woman turned and walked away leaving the shivering girl
kneeling behind her.
Patricia filled the large tub with warm water and added fragrant oils of lavender,
apple blossoms, menthol and, of course, jasmine.
The sumptuous bath was large and contained a cherry armoire as well as a sleek vanity.
Patricia moved the velvet coushioned chair, placed it near the bath, and took her seat.
When the naked girl entered she gave her specific instructions. The girl was to
bathe for twenty minutes and breathe deeply to clear away the unseemly sniffles.
A soft hiss could be heard as the elegant woman crossed her satin covered legs.
Her strategically undone top allowed a seductive peek-a-boo of her ivory breasts and taut pink nipples that were already on the rise.
These seemingly innocent events were actually quite contrived and had their desired
effect. Yas' ears perked up and her eyes darted to and fro seeking a fuller view of
the devine ladys' breasts.
Patricia noticed and tried to subdue a triumphant smile as she ordered her sweet
nymph into the tub. She opened a small container and displayed the contents. She
explained how they were to be used in a frank and graphic manner. She wanted her
lovely pet to be clean and fragrant inside as well as out.
As Yas settled into the tub she immediatly felt better and noted that each item had
a lable at its base. They were labled A and C. Patricia struck a pose and fully opened her top allowing her full breasts into view.
She raised an eyebrow and asked, "Any questions?:
The answer was soft but audible. "No Mistress, I have no questions."
"Well, said Patricia, you should have." "What do expect to wear after your bath?"
The svelte lady stood and made a show of wriggling out of her PJ bottom and then,
clad only in her stockings and heels, spoke again.
"You will find a new outfit in the armoire but I'm afraid you've earned a spanking
for your impulsive actions and lack of foresight." "Any questions?"
Yas stared wideeyed at her benefactor, her lover, her mistress and placed the 'C' item
beneath the water and began to insert it. "I think I understand, she said, I want to be a good girl for you."
Patricia turned her back and spread her bottom cheeks. Looking over her shoulder she asked, "can you be a very good girl and yet accept discipline if it makes me happy?"
Yas tried to speak but, before she could, Patricia was out the door leaving her alone.
The woman excited her so much. She washed slowly and thoroughly as she thought
of the wonderful lady that had taken her in and had left her with such a sweet vision of promises of what could be.
She was not sure about what was meant by 'discipline', but if brought her closer to Patricia it must be a good thing.
She inserted her cleansing douche and dreamed but did not succumb to the fantasy.
She then washed her hair and regarded the second item. It was slimmer than the first and its' intent was clear so she sank low into the water and lifted her legs.
This too was more arousing than she would have imagined as the sight of Patricias'
bare breasts and blatant bottom would not leave her mind.
She finished her cleansing and did feel very fresh.
Having dried both her body and hair she opened the armoire to find her new outfit.
Patricia reclined on her bed in a white satin teddy with a button crotch. The top part
was lacey and barely held her full breasts from view. She was otherwise naked except for her white platform heels and, with ankles crossed, she admired how the shiney vamp reflected the light as her mind drifted to the image of her hand swatting Yas' perky bottom.
The idea had always enticed her but now it could be real.
She simply must find an excuse to spank her obedient girl.
She was sipping wine and enjoying one of her imported cigarettes as Yas finally
opened the bathroom door. Glancing at her watch she noted that the girl had taken
thirty-two minutes to prepare herself.
Yas nervously paranced in the doorway atop the prettiest heels she had ever worn.
They were of a delicate peach color and at least four inches high. She wore whispy
tap panties of the same color with loose legs but short enough to leave half of her
bottom cheeks exposed. Her top was a delicate item that was so sheer it might have
been made of cotton candy yet matched her shoes and panties perfectly.
Patricias' eyes narrowed as she took in the sight before her. She extinguished her
cigarette and arose from the bed. With her stylish platforms she stood much taller
than Yas.
Before speaking, she led the girl before a full mirror and asked her what she saw.
"I see us Miss", said Yas.
Patricia hugged her close and slipped a hand into the back of her panties.
"Of course it's us silly but don't you see what we really are?"
"You in your peachy little outfit and me in my creamy ensemble?"
"Does it not remind you of something?"
*A delicious dessert perhaps?"
Yas looked up at her beloved mistress and hoped her answer was correct.
"Miss, could it be... I mean are we like peaches and cream?"
Patricia was delighted and exclaimed. "Yes, my brilliant girl. That's exactly what
we are and do you know how such a lovely dessert is prepared?"
Now, into the spirit of the game, Yas nuzzled her way into Patricias' cleavage and
spoke directly to her heart. "Oh! Yes Miss, the cream covers the peaches and makes them sweet and of a flavor that would be pleasing to a lady, to a beautiful lady, like you."
Patricia grew moist and drew the girl to her. She kissed her hard and wondered if she could ever be sated of possesing the feline charms and agile mind of this delightful girl.
A promise is a promise and a threat is a threat but neither is worth anything unless
carried out. She led Yas to her bed and sat down but this time she kept her legs together and ordered her little peach over her creamy thighs.
With a slight pout Yas went to her knees then positioned herself over her Ladys' lap.
Her scant panties only enhanced the allure of her upturned bottom and Patricia slowly stroked it before reaching for her oak hairbrush. She delivered the first swat but the bouncy cheek sprang back in defiance so she landed another and several more after that.
She did not require a count of strokes as she found the concept quite cliche and
totally irrelevant to her desires. Instead, she delighted in the way the peachy pumps kicked away, not in effort to escape but, as though swimming through a sea of desire.
Patricia swatted the lovley tan globes until they held the hue of a sunset and her slim
finger had felt the moistness in her supplicants panties.
Yes! This peach was very ripe and ready for her cream.
She had Yas lay on the bed and sat astride her. 'You were too long in the bath and you kissed my feet without permission.'
"Those were reasons enough to spank you but there is another."
"Do you know what that is?"
Yas wriggled beneath her more from arousal than discomfort.
She raised her head and her sharp teeth snatched away the satin panel of her Ladys' teddy.
Her eyes blazed with a lust as great those of the woman astride her.
'Because it pleases you,' she said.
'You love to smack my naughty bottom and I can make it naughty whenever you
like." "I love being the peach as long as you are the cream."
With that, Patricia advanced and teased her little peach with her neatly trimmed pubic curls until her thighs held Yas' face tight to her very moist sex.
Her darlings' tongue was instantly there and with such a delicate touch all around that she nearly swooned but then it was insistant and went deep inside and Patricias' hips began to move. The agile mouth kept pace with her every thrust. The lovely sucking, the gentle bites, the deep lapping and targeted flicks at her clit were impossible to resist.
The days"events and the skill of the girl beneath her had her at the edge.
She gripped the headboard and rocked her hips harder until she exploded in her beautiful moment.
The ladys' pent up passions were released in a steady flow of milky pussy cream that covered her little peach
Exhausted, she slid into the bed to catch her breath.
Vaguely, she felt Yas beside her and wondered if she had hurt the girl. She opened her eyes and was greeted by a moist and smiling face that began to cover her own with kisses.
"You were so beautiful", whispered Yas.
"Darling, I was afraid I'd hurt you, are you ok?"
"I'm fine Miss." 'I came, too, almost at the same time as you,"
She slipped Patricias' top from her breasts and began to lick them.
She slid lower in the bed and began to suckle gently at the glorious mounds.
Patricia fell asleep but would occasionally awake as she felt Yas' lips on her body.
Sleepily she would murmur, "Oh, my sweet girl."
The response was always the same. More kisses would rain on her followed by a lick
and suck and a very satisfied "Mmmm."
Neither slept that well but, still, it was a lovely night and tomorrow was another day.
Patricia awoke around noon, from a very sexy dream, and felt soft lips humming
away at her hard nipples. She had hardly opened her eyes before gentle kisses began
to cover her face. Regaining her senses. she saw Yas' full lips seeking out her own.
"Oh, baby, don't you ever stop?, she sighed.
Again, their tongues entwined.
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