Chapter 6: Sunny Side Bribes, Thighs, Lies & A Spy

Disclosure: All names of characters, depiction appearing as and representations are fiction and figments of the author’s imagination.

Where We Are Now:

If at this time you are thinking something stinks on high, you could have a point. But, when the whistleblower, missy inline sinks to the depths of the bowels of journalism standards, you may not ‘poo poo,’ the story. A little context would be helpful to better understand the nature of the so, called crime.

You have most likely heard of The Smithsonian, but it was less likely you are familiar with the Robesonian. While the first one is a worldwide known marble and brick series of museums, the later is a collection of clap-trap wooden row house once populated with families of the huge and historic mill. The Robesonian, which Missy the instigative reporter has

Missy had done her part to dress the part, especially when the employees gathered outside in the parking lot for a cookout at the Robesonian. Among the staff attending was, Missy, the pretty brown-haired reporter with the straight hair. Her light brown long strands touched and whipped around the shoulders of her light blue cotton dress. Ed had made arousing sighting part of his memory bank an Art, Missy made it easy to share such a bare view. Her butt cheeks and even her crack which was delineated through the see-thru panties and the thin light blue dress which was very tight and displayed an unladylike visible panty line.

This image started the voice in his mind to for Ed to once again take the naughty girl turn her over a whale away using the VPL through the tight seat of her cotton dress outlined by the elastic seams of her panties underneath. While many would have enjoyed a look under that dress and a spanking across her panties, it was good manners and still got the painful point across as much as if Missy was in bare form.

Under the pretense of exploring, gathering and organizing into print form research on the with visible panty line her admiring her shapely ass & how the light blue cotton dress hung off informed her.

“Lift your dress above your waist”, There was a grin on his the soft cotton caressed her thighs as it was lifted.

I went awkwardly behind them, I could not help looking up Missy’s Carolina Blue, thin, summer dress swinging as she ascended the stairs to the main door. Her firm, tight round bottom bounced and flexed under the dress with each step. It was a work of Art. Ed was enjoying the view especially when The Robesonian reporter turned and once again her butt was facing him.

Ed Lee county’s most prolific spanked hauled the pretty Robesonian reporter, this time resisted, but it had no impact the brown haired girl’s long hair illustrated regardless of the very adult, pouty bee-stung adult pink lips of the twenty-something and the light blue dress tightened further around the hips creating a visible panty line, delineated cheeks and even a look of her bare bottom and crack. As Missy was bodily pulled back over his knee, she fell forward with a loud

“P-PHHHRART-F-PH-HURT,”as her embarrassment and humiliation went farther than ever in her thoughts. The realization that she had let out an audible sound and that had made her cheeks blush, red.

As the cookout proceeded, a gust of wind tugged at the hem of her thin light blue dress which danced high up on her bare soft thighs. Try to imagine what passers-bys on the nearby street would think if nature in all its immense power had produced such a breeze gust, so hard to, like Ed had seen the art of pantied bottom as her dress blew up and revealed, it made her actually appear almost naked through her tight delineated cheeked panties which presented her rear in a near Bare, State. Red was what Ed Knight, Robesonian manager

While bribes come are fairly common in the lexicon of politics and society in general. While many of these are green believe it or not, the color red has made a real showing in the past, present and future.

However, Missy had a reputation for digging until she got her story. And, since that was me, make no mistake it is the pursuit of the ‘green that as a intrepid undercover investigative reporter than unknown to the guild of The Robesonian. The difference between them and me, was I believed it was worth putting my bottom on the line to expose the truth to the papers readers. And, if it was necessary for the story for me, Missy to be a credible whistleblower to keep and red and sore butt and asshole then so, be it. I would keep investigating and let the shit hit the fan and exposed the ‘old farts’ very red bottom.

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Were The Robesonian clan and their proclivity for spanking and domination a stain on the house? Their sordid business and brown-nose lawmakers content to spank Ed Lee counties most prolific spanker trained minion whether how to take a spanking or give one. Such doings behind doors, affairs kept off the front page until now had turned red into green!

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“Boo-Hoo, Boo-Hoo-Hoo”

My cares and concerns of my naughty comment to Juli washed away.

He finally stopped and rubbed the scorched earth better known as my sunset colored hills. My crying gradually changed to sniffles. There were red moons in the room which gave off considerable heat imparted by my mentor.

I frowned and pouted up from my position over my caring pseudo-teacher’s lap.

He ordered me to the corner on my knees panties around my knees and though I wished to rub my red blisters, but I dared not to nurse my swollen butt.

“Nice Butt and it looks even better spanked bright red! You’re a real cutie and I am going to make your pootie, toot real soon. Who knows you may grow to like it will stretch nicely.”

“What do you mean Julia, ma’am?”
He rested his free hand on my weaving red & purple spanked spread ass cheeks to steady it as he positioned his finger over the little brown asshole in front of him.

Tears cascaded down my cheeks like you would expect of a girl in pain. Plus I let out a moan of shame escaped tightly pursed lips when I felt the green jelly, Vaseline touched my exposed asshole. Before I could resist, She, The Robesonian elled at me, “Here you go Missy,” and pushed hard. She buried her finger into the warm cavern of my ass hole and she did it up my shit all the way up to his second knuckle.

My futile efforts consumed energy, but did not get me free from the digit that rudely invaded my anus. It only succeeded in worming the finger deeper into the interior of my ass hole. Instead of expelling the finger, he ended fucking my ass with it!

Madame Robeson the co-head of clan part of The Robesonian as my willing and able instructor pulled her large middle finger out of my asshole, which was coated with traces of butt fudge. However, he still was not satisfied and added a second finger and to my surprise I began to coo and moan in unexpected pleasure. But when my teacher added a third digit I began to struggle feebly in an effort to escape his probing fingers.

“Please Ma’am take your fingers out of my asshole, I begged her as she smiled with the look of victory. A sadistic ‘eat shit’ grin, because I was at her mercy as the continued anal assault stretched and painfully punished my little brown hole open as she and he could see crystal clear between my spanked red cheeks.

After a short time, my asshole began to loosen up. Soon, Madame’s fingers were slipping in and out of my small brown puckered hole. With a loud plop and fart that brought another groan of embarrassment he pulled his fingers from my clinging asshole. Smearing Vaseline on the length of the rod sleeve and began to insert the long makeshift dildo up my cringing small pink butt hole.
As the fishing rod sleeve sunk deep into the gunk of my butt hole, I almost lost control and spunked right there on the spot. I still strained and struggled to expel the wide rippled rubber dildo and free myself from this humiliation.

Beads of sweat broke across my brow as I fought to endure the pounding as Ma’am’s brute strength threatened to split me wide open. My anal instructor and her massive strap on dildo, at least that was how if felt. However, the truth was somewhere in the middle. She took joy from the look of agony on my face as she began to roughly remove the rubber dildo from my barely bleeding asshole.

The pressure of the air reluctantly into my bottom hole caused gas bubbles. With a cry of anguish and strange euphoria came spasm from around my stuffed farting pink pucker hole.

“Okay, I’m going to give you something you have deserved for years! The Robesonian, Missy Stockard reporter had no choice, but endure.
As my teacher positioned the rod column behind me, I gasped

“You will thank me when I’m finished with you”, Sir said as he rammed the wide rubber rippled rod sleeve into my stretched asshole in one sudden stinging movement that burned my channel. Sir’s hand slapped my cherry red ass before I could object further.
This ‘missy’ was in pain and moans escaped my lips as the tan colored rubber rod plowed filling my strong scented poop chute to capacity.
I whined, “Nobody has ever put anything back there. You’re fishing rod grip is way too large for me to take in my place where the sun never shines!!”

“Shut up, you were wearing the panties and me the strap on dildo bulging, Missy you saw under the pantyhose. So, you are my bitch from now on. Do you understand and furthermore you will take it up the ass whether you like it or not!”

In an attempt to escape the anal intruder I was accepting into my body, I leaned forward. The pink hard rubber rod grip was almost all the way out before Sir slammed back in with his faux penis back into the farthest depths of my poop chute. Missy’s Madame began to set up a steady punishing pumping action positioning her rubber tool in and out of Missy’s tortured asshole
“Oh no, Ma’am!” she cried out.
“Please take your rubber dildo out of her poor ‘poopie’ farting ass,

“IT BURNS!” Missy whimpered pleading.
“Please, ma’am you’re tearing my butt hole. I can feel it bleeding!” I whimpered, cried and hoped for mercy.
Ma’am ignored missy’s girlish cries and pleas as she hovered over my trembling red and purple skinned ass.
He reached around and grasped the center of my blood filled nipple tips between her thumb and forefinger and thug them outward.

I voiced my groans and moans as the burn inside my bottom I had chosen to responded to the thrust that rippled through my beet red cheeks as she rammed home until the cheeks were flush with the strap on dildo.

“Your whimper say stop it hurts, but your butt movements, say yes, its beginning to feel good.” Madame whispered in my ear.