Finding My Very Big Feet Pt. 01
Ağu 13, 2024 // By:analsex // No Comment
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The story takes place in a Hereford black-and-white village
Nipper. A 4ft 11inch six and a half stone man, real name Alec Cuckson known as the village peeping tom.
Old Mary Kenton, deceased older woman. Was a tall heavy built woman, not fat, who lived in the village alone since her pregnant disgraced daughter Valery Kenton moved away 40 years ago.
Areala Kenton. Old Mary’s Granddaughter and only beneficiary of Mary’s will.
Algernon Cookson. Mary Kenton’s solicitor.
Finding my past.
Areala had never been to the village in her life she had only come to hear of it with a letter she received from a solicitor, Mr A Cookson. The letter asked her to phone a number and arrange an appointment for a will reading which she was the sole beneficiary. The will, the last will and testament of her maternal grandmother.
She hadn’t spoken to her mother since she left home when she joined the Army as a nurse. Her mother refused to talk to her about anything to do with her past. Areala didn’t know who her father was, didn’t know any grandparents, or cousins
When she asked her mum all she was told was she was a child of Christ.
Areala had worked out at an early age that her mum was a pork pie short of a picnic. It was bad enough being the first kid in her class at school to top 6ft. To do that as a girl at 12 years old and add that to the fact that by then she already had an enormous pair of boobs it’s true to say Areala stood out a bit. Add to that her mum was voted by Areala’s fellow students as the parent most likely to be carted off to the local loony bin. Early life wasn’t a bed of roses for Areala.
Clive, was her only school friend. He was the smallest skinniest kid in the school. A boy who until Areala claimed him as her friend would hide outside the school gate until the assembly bell rang. He would then run as fast as his little legs would carry him inside to assembly and relative safety. It was the only way the poor little bugger got away without the playground bullies kicking the shit out of him every day. After Areala had explained, mostly with a wicked right hook that Clive was her friend the systematic beatings stopped for the little lad.
That was a long time ago. She had mates in the army, but her size intimidated people. She had several gay affairs long before she had a boyfriend. The only guy who chased her was an army Major, he was married and wanted Areala to spank his bottom. Areala tried and thought it fun, it gave her an interesting tingle. However his idea of as hard as you like and Areala’s idea of hard were very different. The guy had some serious explaining to do to his wife. Inevitably she found out and the affair was promptly ended.
Areala met the solicitor at 9.30 on a Wednesday morning at his office in Leominster. He handed her the keys to a car, the house, and a cheque for £1,387,624.98. That caused a sharp intake of breath.
He also handed over the title to 6 other properties. No one in the Village knew but Areala’s nan was the landlord of one of the two village pubs, the grocery shop and the butcher. She also rented out three domestic residences plus she now owned three farms. One unoccupied with most of its land sub let her other two farm tenants.
The solicitor was very happy to continue to act for her, he, and before him, his father had acted for her Grandmother for years. Just before she left his office handed her a letter. “It’s perhaps beyond my duties to tell you this but I feel you should know your grandmother spent a considerable amount of money with me and others in my profession in trying to make contact with you.” Finally, he handed Areala a large bunch of keys, keys to every door in the house, except this one. This is special, I can tell you more about it if you wish but it is your grandmother’s express wish you see inside the room first.
At that he told me immediate business is over, we shook hands and parted company.
By 13.00 she was having lunch in her own Boozer. It was basic pub grub and very well cooked a darling of a little girl, little but a vivacious bubbly personality was the cook/server. She made an obvious pass at Areala.
The landlady was keen to brag about her pub. Pleased with the deal she had with the local land owner who she had never met and very proud that this pub was still pretty much the centre of village life. The landlady confided the deal was very beneficial. But she was also very proud that money was spent on the pub and subsidising entertainment once a fortnight.
Things were, to say the least looking up. Areala put the postcode of her new house in the satnav in her beat-up old mini. She followed it to a large double-fronted property on the edge of the village.
Areala had lived in various council flats, on city estates with her mum, or in army barracks. Nothing like this. It wasn’t exactly a stately home but it was as the estate agents say a very desirable residence.
Before she even went inside Areala walked around what she considered to be the huge garden. She realised she didn’t have balıkesir escort a clue. Mown grass was easy but her idea of plant definition was “it’s a tree” or “it’s not a tree”.
Walking round to the back of the house Areala was confronted by a 12-foot high brick wall. It appeared to run for 20 yards down the main garden and then turn at 90 degrees to run parallel to the back wall of the house.
At the junction with the house wall was a gate. It had no latch, just a keyhole with a big black iron escutcheon plate. On the bunch of keys the solicitor had handed over to her that morning was a big black iron key. Areala put it in the lock, it fitted, it turned and the gate opened on well-oiled hinges.
Inside was a secret walled garden. Half was planted with more plants of which Areala had no idea of the identity, the other half was a lawn so perfect you would expect to see old men bowling on it. The old men were not there, what was there were several statues, all of them nude and mostly in erotic poses and all apparently masturbating. The centre statue being the object of attention. At first glance, it appeared to be a threesome locked together for eternity.
One of the figures Areala first took was a man appearing to be balls deep into a woman and the third was on his knees with his mouth pressed against the centre figure.
She soon revised her thoughts, the figure balls deep in the centre figure had very prominent breasts and appeared to be wearing a harness around her loins. “Ohh My God” it was a strapon. It was a woman pegging a man. The centre figure had no breasts and the third figure had his ample member in its mouth. This hit the spot for Areala. “Ohh my God” she exclaimed. At that, the third figure moved.
“Who the fuck are you shouted Areala.” At first, Areala thought the statue sucker was a child. He had a tiny cock with no pubic hair but he looked older than she was. At least 40 thought Areala.
“I’m the gardener”, he plaintively wailed. “I’m Alec Cuckson, I have tended this garden for over 20 years.”
“Do you always try to blow a statue on every visit?” Alex didn’t answer that question he answered the one he wished Areala had asked. “I worked for Mrs Kenton as her gardener/handyman ever since I left school.” He was covering his inadequacies with his hands, there were no clothes for him in sight.
“Who are you err, Miss?”
I’m Mrs Kenton’s granddaughter Ms Kenton, Ms Areala Kenton. If you won’t answer my first question answer this. Why were you trying to blow the statue?
“I wash the car and”
“If you don’t answer the questions I ask I’ll call the police. I have photos!” Areala was lying about the last bit but as she had her phone in her hand Alec believed her.
“I have to he mumbled.”
Areala laughed out loud.
“I do” Alec sobbed. “If I don’t I don’t get paid and I will have to move out.”
“Move out of where”
“The garage, I belong in the garage, I belong to Mistress Mary Kenton. I drive the car as well as do the garden. And other stuff.”
“What other stuff?
“I can’t tell you”
“You had better figure a way out to do that little man. Or I call the police.”
Mistress told me not to, please don’t make me, I loved my mistress and I miss her. I know she has gone but I don’t want to disobey her, I can’t. Please don’t call the police. There is a letter for you in the punishment room. It’s locked and I’m not allowed in on my own.
The poor little man was crying like a baby. I’m so sad he said to me through real tears. Are you allowed in the punishment room with me Alec?
“I don’t know it was one of Mistress’s cane rules.”
“What is a cane rule, Alex?”
“If I broke a cane rule, I got the cane, twelve usually.”
What did you get if it was an ordinary rule, Alec? Either a hand spanking. Alec looked at Areala’s big hands quite ruefully. Or the strap, or the crop. Mistress sometimes whipped me and I once got the birch. I don’t like the birch so I try to be good.”
“Why did you get whipped and birched Alec?”
“Because I lied and didn’t answer my Mistresses’ questions the first time!”
“You didn’t answer my question about why you were sucking a statue off the first time when I asked you, Alec!”
“Alec started to cry again.”
Areala took his hand and pulled Alec into her boobs for a cuddle. “Never mind, you didn’t know I was your new mistress then did you? I’m going to be kind and forgive you this time. Go and cover yourself up, where on earth are your clothes boy?”
It was clear Alec wanted to keep his face in Areala’s cleavage as long as he possibly could, Areala had to gently push him away. Alec had a pair of shorts and a T-shirt behind a bush, he pulled them on.
“I asked you a question Alec my kindness is strictly limited!”
“No, I’m still not sure.” why were you trying to blow that statue?
I have to do it an hour a day or the solicit man will stop paying me.
“Ohh yes! I think you do. My Grandmother left everything to me, her money, her land banaz escort and all her property. We’re you my grandmother’s property, Alec.”
“Yes”!
Then you are mine, and Alec!
“Yes”
“If you address me one more time without the proper respect I will spank you so hard you will beg me to stop and finish your punishment with the birch.”
“Sorry Mistress. I’m so confused. I don’t know what is happening to me.”
“You don’t have to worry. I’ll worry for you, you must be a good boy and do as you are told.”
“Let’s have a look in the house. You can show me around.”
“I’ve never been allowed upstairs.”
Well, you’re going there now. I want you in the bedroom.”
“Ohh Why?”
“Because even after I warned you numerous times, there is still no respect. You will call me mistress at all times.”
“I’m sorry mistress”.
“You’re going to be sorry Alec, very sorry.”
“Where do you want to start Mistress?”
Show me around the house, downstairs first, then, if you don’t know what upstairs we can discover that together. But before we do anything show me the letter my Grandma left for me.”
Alex led me over to a roll-top desk.
I haven’t seen the letter since Mistress Mary locked it in there and she told me if you come I had to tell you it was here. If you didn’t come and the house was sold I was to break the lock and burn the letter without reading it then tell her solicitor.
Sure enough one of the keys unlocked the roll top. The letter was one of two left on the inset leather writing area. One was marked read this first.
It went on to say how she had found tiny, as she called him spying on her while she was undressing. She realised he was watching her before he realised she was watching him. He was apparently on his last warning from the police for similar acts so she took matters into her own hands.
She offered Tiny what amounted to a minimum of a court appearance and a public humiliation or she would find a suitable implement and tan his hide with it until she saw suitable contrition. Tiny chose the latter. It wasn’t until after when she was talking to Tiny’s old school teacher that she realised that while Tiny would wail, weep and profess all sorts of apologies, he loved being spanked. The cane she used was past his enjoyment level but only just. If you do put him over your knee I’ll give you fair word of warning after a couple of dozen spanks he will make a mess all down your legs.
What my Nanna was asking me in this letter was to take on Tiny as his carer. There were benefits, he was with just a little supervision a very competent gardener. He could drive very well and he did a limited bit of handyman work. Painting and decorating, putting shelves up etc. Nanna paid him minimum wage but he had a little flat above the detached garage, and he ate his meals in the house.
I could see no problem with that and ever since I had spanked the officer in my army days I had wanted another go. Preferably with someone, I had some authority over.
“What’s going to happen to me” Tiny whined
In the long term boy, you will stay in the granny flat, you will look after the house and garden and I will continue to feed and pay you your pocket money. More immediately you will drop your pants and get your disobedient little arse over my knee. I’m sick of not getting the respect I deserve. But mistress I’m so confused. It’s not fair.
“How dare you argue with me, boy! I’m going to double your punishment for that.” I had no idea what I was going to punish him with, how much punishment he was going to get or even what he had done to deserve physical punishment. Judging by the little tent his mini cock was making in his shorts he was excited by the prospect of receiving it as I was of dishing it out.
Tiny was doing his best to be the architect of his own demise here though. Am I going to get the cane or a spanking Mistress? If I get a spanking please not more than a hundred.
I don’t know what my Grandmother did with you to let you think you could negotiate your punishment boy but you will find now I am in charge I will be the one who decides how many strokes or spanks you get. And what I think fit to apply them with.
Where on earth do you think your going I roared at him as he walked away.
He turned on the spot, “to the punishment room Mistress.”
I had to think quickly here I could hardly say ohh I didn’t know my Nana had a punishment room in the house could I. don’t you dare walk away from me while I’m talking. Would my grandmother allow you to walk away while she was talking?”
“No Mistress I’m sorry I’m confused.”
“I grabbed tiny by the ear and pulled him to me, eye to eye if you whine I’m confused at me one more time I swear I’ll take you to the punishment room and cane you until you pass out, do I make myself clear.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“The poor little guy was confused now and he looked scared. I think it’s time for a little less iron fist and a little more velvet glove.”
“Look bandırma escort Alec, My Nanna wants me to look after you, that’s why she asked me to come here. Did you know I was a nurse in the Army? I know you need a strong hand to guide you don’t you.”
“Yes Mistress”
“I’m certain you don’t want to let your old Mistress down do you?”
“No mistress I loved Nanna Mistress she was kind to me and helped me, she was the only one who looked after me, Mistress.
“I know Alec, I know my sweet. What do you think she would have made of your lack of respect for her only Granddaughter?”
“She would be very angry with me but I was con…. Err”
“Shush now. I think she would have punished you, don’t you?”
“Yes Mistress”
“What do you think she would have done?”
“I think she would have spanked me the first time I didn’t use your title Mistress I think I would be getting the cane by now Mistress.”
“But Alec, you were confused, I understand you were confused so I won’t cane you. I think my Nanna would agree with me that this is a special time. But I cannot just let it go can I?”
“No Mistress.”
“What do you think I should do Alex? What do you want me to do Alec?”
“I want you to punish me.”
“How Alec?”
“It’s not for me to say, Mistress.”
“Ohh yes it is Alec. You know what my Nanna would have done, and then when it was over you would feel better wouldn’t you.”
“Yes mistress”
“Well then Alec, I’m waiting!”
“I think if Mistress Mary was being kind to me she would give me a very good spanking. If she wasn’t being kind I’d get the cane because I did the same thing twice.”
“Alec, you are doing it again, I want an answer to the question I have asked you three times in the last five minutes. Answer my question now! Let me make this very clear to you.
If you don’t tell me exactly what you want, I will go out to the garden and cut a new set of switches from that lovely weeping willow and then use them on your arse every day for the next week.”
“Alec had tears in his eyes again. Ohh boy, I could see this becoming an addiction for me.”
Alec looked at his boots and mumbled. “Please spank me, mistress”.
“Alec. I don’t know what behaviour my Nana accepted from you, I can assure you that mumbling and not looking at me when you’re talking to me is not acceptable at all. Tell me what you want, look at me when you’re talking and speak clearly.”
“Please spank me for my poor behaviour in general Mistress and I think you should give me a little taste of what you can do with the cane as well when the spanking is finished.”
“I had done it, I had got him to ask me to spank him. Also as a bonus, He asked me to show him how I handled a cane. Well, that would be a new experience for me, one I had wanted to try for a long time. I hadn’t expected he would ask me to cane him the first time.”
When I spanked and wanked the army officer, it was done in a little private room in the base medical rooms. I was at a bit of a loss for what to do with Alec though. He had already indicated he hadn’t ever been upstairs. Well not on the inside of the building anyway. His peeping at my Nana was done off a ladder from outside. He looked at me expectantly, I was at a loss other than to say “Lose the clothes then tiny.”
“I have to get undressed in the punishment room Mistress!”
That saved the moment. “Of course, go and get undressed immediately.”
“It’s still locked, Mistress.”
It was at last beginning to dawn on me that somewhere in the house was a room given over entirely to giving and receiving punishment. In effect a dungeon! Alec had talked about the punishment room earlier. I had assumed it was just a particular room in the house my Nanna had chosen to spank her Peeping Tom gardener.
So far, every key I had needed was on the huge bunch the solicitor had given me. I had a hunch this would be the separate Key, It was.
Inside the door was a lobby. It had two doors three empty shelves and a single coat hanger. As soon as I let Alec in, he striped folded his clothes neatly and put them on the shelves. Seconds later he was on his knees, hands spread with palms upward. He wasn’t facing me, he was facing one of the two doors. A door with no handle or keyhole. The second door did have a keyhole, a Yale lock, it looked identical to the outer door to the lobby so I tried the same key again.
It worked and opened a door for me to enter a world of latex, leather bondage and the domination of my new little pet. Alec reminded me of Clive all those years ago. It also introduced me to my Nana. A computer monitor came to life. There was a face on the screen, somehow familiar, talking to me.
“Areala darling”, the face spoke to me. I hate to introduce myself in this inadequate way. I’m your Nana Mary. There is so much to say and I find I have no time left to say it.
Before I start I assume my naughty boy has brought you to me. Everyone calls him either Nipper or Tiny however I call him Alec. Assuming my solicitor, Cookson, yours now, if you have inherited a drop of common sense from me.
He should have briefed you regarding Alec, you will have figured out he is unable to function on his own. I love the little bugger. I love him like my own, like you. Please try to love him, he can be very rewarding.
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