| Aunt Susanna's Muffins This is an entirely fictional tale, not to be mistaken for reality in any way, shape or form. All characters are fictional! If you do not enjoy reading about cross generational intimacy, then choose a nice article on someone's blog to read! Thanks. Ashley Martin had lived in the same neighborhood for as long as she could remember. At 7, she felt like that encompassed an enormous passage of time! It was a nice, quiet little neighborhood, sheltered beneath the shade of various old and tall hardwood trees, and Ashley felt so very comfortable with her surroundings that she could never imagine living anywhere else. She lived alone with her mother, had never known a father, and had never been bothered by that fact as she played with the other children in her neighborhood. Most of them had two parents, and thought it strange that Ashley did not. But Ashley just shrugged off their comments and curious questions, often telling them that she thought they were just as strange for having a mother AND a father. Her mother Sharon had always been quite enough of a parent for Ashley, even though she often worked long hours and was normally so tired when she and Ashley had free time that she didn't feel much like playing the normal mother and daughter games. Still, she loved her little girl and lavished as much affection as she could upon the bright eyed, bouncing child. Sharon always made sure that Ashley had nice clothes, good food and a nice, warm snuggly bed to sleep in at night. Ashley was a very pretty girl, and had always drawn the most adoring praise from friends and teachers and such. You might even say that she was quite beautiful... That is, when she wasn't stomping around the neighborhood in her cutoffs, lacy shirts and cowboy boots! Still, she had a style all her own, and from the curves that filled out those denim cutoffs, the promise of fullfilling whatever fashion desires she preferred. She took after her mother in that regard, who, at 35, had long, senuous legs, ample rear and perfect C-cup breasts. Many of the neighborhood men tripped over themselves whenever she was around, washing the small, but nice car she drove or just watering the lawn. Like her mom, Ashley was blond haired and green eyed, with a lithe, athletic body and long, decidedly lovely legs. She was the prettiest girl on the street, but, as of yet, was unaware of such things, making her all the more attractive to most of the people she met. She knew everyone in her neighborhood, some 40 houses all told, and delighted in dropping in to visit different neighbors when her mother or her sitter allowed her playtime outside. She would roam wherever she wanted, welcomed by the families of all the other houses as if she belonged to them all. Her sitter, whom she lovingly referred to as Aunt Susanna, or just Auntie Sue for short, was a widower who lived two houses down from Ashley and her mother. Auntie Sue was in her mid fifties, didn't have to work thanks to a healthy life insurance policy and other financial investments left to her when her husband Wilbur had passed away five years previously. She loved Ashley, who reminded her of her own children when they were young, and kept her, free of charge, knowing that Sharon had it a little harder than most, being a single parent. But given her affection for Ashley, she always said that she'd have kept the little angel for Sharon no matter what her circumstances had been. To Ashley, Auntie Sue was the mother that she couldn't have at home, and they did all of the girly things that mothers and daughters do in the time they spent together, playing dress-up, having tea parties or swimming in Auntie Sue's pool in the backyard. Ashley loved the many games they would play, singing and laughing, as Auntie Sue taught her nursery rhymes and funny little songs. Ashley's mom worked at a local hospital, and also at a doctor's office part-time. Sometimes her schedule would vary, leaving Ashley in Auntie Sue's care overnight, but Auntie Sue never minded, enjoying having another person in her house, especially during the lonely times at night. That was when Auntie Sue missed Wilbur the most, still occasionally crying herself to sleep if she dwelled upon the past for too long. One of the best things about Auntie Sue, Ashley had decided, other than the woman's warm hugs and loving touches, was her ability to fill her house with the most mouth-watering smells emanating from the kitchen! There was nothing that she couldn't or wouldn't cook, and that made Ashley shout with glee when she found out that she'd be eating with her Auntie Sue. Such as today, when Ashely found out that her mom would be staying late at the hospital, picking up an extra shift for a colleague. Ashley would be spending the night with Auntie Sue, and had helped her mom pack a small bag of clothes for the visit, promised to commence as soon as Auntie Sue met her at the bus stop after school. "Now, don't forget to be the perfect, little angel Mummy knows you can be, Ashley. Don't give Auntie Sue any problems, or she may stop letting you spend the night!" her mother said to her as she walked little Ashley to the bus stop that morning before school "I won't, Mum! I love my Auntie Sue, and I would never give her fits!" Ashley explained to her mother, still excited about the prospect of spending the entire night with her sitter. "I love you darling!" her mother called as Ashley, now climbing up the steps of the school bus, turned and waved bye. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The whole day at school could not pass quickly enough for Ashley. She tried to stay focused on her 2nd grade teacher Mrs. Elms as she droned on about the different parts of sentences in their Language lesson book. But Ashley could not quite get interested enough in what "action words" were and got a firm look from Mrs. Elms when it was the girl's turn to answer a question, and she could only stare back at her teacher with an embarrassed and blank look on her face. Mrs. Elms wrote her name up on the chalkboard, and, while not uncommon for any of the kids in the class, still mortified little Ashley. She tried very hard not to get into trouble at school, knowing that her mom would have a hard time making it to a parent and teacher conference with how busy she stayed at work. Vowing to do better, Ashley returned to her work, listening with rapt attention now to Mrs. Elms. But soon, her mind had wondered off again while they were doing arithmetic, and Ashley winced as Mrs. Elms called on her to answer a question about fractions. For her part, Mrs. Elms, giving the cherubic girl another firm look, placed a single check-mark after Ashley's name up on the board. Ashley could only hang her head and wonder why she was having such a hard time staying focused. After lunch, things seemed to get better, and Ashley enjoyed playing with her best friends Tonya and Silvia out on the playground at recess. They hung like little animals on the monkey bars, took turns sliding down the slide while singing funny little songs, most of which Ashley had taught them from her sessions with Auntie Sue, and they twirled around, pretending to be fairies in their own magical, little world. When it was time to go back in to class, Ashley gave a little shout of glee, because she knew that in only a few short hours she'd be back in her neighborhood with Auntie Sue! Mrs. Elms, on teachers patrol at recess, watched as little Ashley formed up in a line with the other students in her homeroom. She had been watching Ashley for most of the recess break, wondering what had gotten in to the child. Ashley was an excitable child, to be sure, but Mrs. Elms thought that today, the pretty, young girl had been especially excitable. She thought that perhaps a few words with the girl might make things clearer, and made a note to herself to keep Ashley for a few minutes after class to talk with her. The lines had finally formed up, and Mrs. Elms watched as the kids made their way in an orderly fashion back into the schoolhouse. Her eyes followed Ashley into the building, switching from the bouncing blond hair on the youngsters head down to the perky, little bottom that seemed to sway a little too nicely for one that young. Despite herself, the venerable teacher pursed her lips in thought as she watched and admired her lovely student. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Ashley let out a sigh of relief when the final bell rang. She had been so sure that she was going to get into yet more trouble in the afternoon session, especially with Mrs. Elms paying so much attention to her. At one point, Mrs. Elms seemed to be staring straight up her school uniform skirt, but when Ashley's eyes looked down to see what it could be, she noticed her untied shoe and had quickly knelt down beside her desk to tie it. When she looked back up, Mrs. Elms had stopped speaking and was staring directly at her, well at least down to the girl's shoe. Ashley had quickly returned to her seek and told herself that surely the shoe had been what had caught Mrs. Elms eyes. The teacher hated things to be out of place, and she taught her students to pay attention to the small details when they were doing their work. As she gathered her things, ready to go and meet the buses and soon Auntie Sue, a look of dread dashed across her features at the sound of Mrs. Elms voice right behind her! She turned around, fearing the worst. "Ashley, I need for you to wait a moment. I wish to have a word with you about your behavior in class today." Ashley nodded and sat back down at her desk. Some of the other kids looked at her with woeful expressions on their face as they trudged past her, but Ashley couldn't meet those looks. She very nearly shook as she waited for her teacher's next words. When the final student had walked out of the room, Mrs. Elms closed the door to the classroom and then went to her desk and had a seat. "Ashley, come up hear, Dear, and lets have a look at you," Mrs. Elm said in what she hoped was a more soothing voice than she'd used before. Ashley nodded her head and got up from her desk and approached the teacher's desk. Mrs. Elms looked at the young girl, admiring again the small figure before her. She had never really noticed Ashley, at least, not like she had now. The slender legs, the nicely rounded buttocks, the coy way the girl smiled, almost as if she were teasing those around her. Ashley reminded her of someone, a childhood friend perhaps or some long lost cousin from her own days as a young girl. Mrs. Elms was, by nature, a fastidious and forthright woman, not given to much nonsense. She was a practical sort who believed that there was a place for everything and that everything must be in its place. Yet, she was also a very lonely woman. No man would have her with her stern and rather homely looks. She was slightly on the portly side, but more voluptuous than sturdy, although you'd never be able to tell from her fierce features and bland attire. Her breasts were a proud d-cup, her rear a bit large, but not saggy, and she had thick legs that would fit better on someone shorter than her 5'2" frame. Her skin was startingly white, but still smooth and fairly wrinkle free for a woman of 49. Not that she spent much time admiring herself in the mirror. No, she had no time for such things... But still, on occasion, when the mood was right, she was given to a bout of masturbation and lewd thoughts that would surprise many a person that knew her. Those thoughts were now turned to her young charge, who, by this time, was starting to fidget where she stood before her teacher. In the ensuing silence, the sound of the girl's pencil striking the floor behind her made Ashley nearly jump out of her skin. She turned to look behind her, and noting the pencil's location on the floor in front of her desk, turned back to her teacher with a questioning look on her face. "Go and retrieve the pencil, Ashley," Mrs. Elms told her. Ashley turned around meekly and walked to where the pencil lay. She bent at the waist, her hand snaking down to grab the writing instrument when she herd a slight gasp behind her. Mrs. Elms felt a little moistness and heat between her legs as she watched the 2nd grader bending over to get the pencil from the floor. School uniform skirts were not overly short, but with legs like Ashley's, they seemed to ride much further up than most student's as she bent over. For a moment, the older woman thought she'd be rewarded with a peek at the girl's undergarments, but her little gasp had caused Ashley to shoot back up quickly and return to her spot in front of her. Mrs. Elms let out her breath in what she hoped was an approximation of patience, and spoke with as calm of a voice as she could muster. "Ashley, you seemed rather dreamy all day in class. I'm not sure what has gotten in to you, but I will not tolerate such behavior from my students." "Yes, Mrs. Elms," came the pentitent reply. "Ashley, it is my job to maintain order and discipline in my classroom, and now I must decide how to handle this matter so that you will learn from your mistakes..." A slight pause as the teacher squeezed her thighs tightly together. A slightly squishy sound reached Mrs. Elms ears, and she licked her lower lip in consternation. "What would you mother think of this behavior, young lady?" At this, Ashley burst forth from where she stood. "Please don't call my mum, Mrs. Elms! She'd be awfully sore at me if she has to come from work to talk to you! Honest, I won't cause no more problems! Honest!" Mrs. Elms raised her hands to quiet the young girl, inwardly smiling at the weakness she'd discovered. She now had a little hook in the student, and the heat between her thighs raised a few degrees in anticipation of putting that hook to good use. She paused for a moment in silence, seemingly weighing out the girl's plea for leniency, then spoke with a lower voice than before. "But Ashley, if I don't speak to your mum, then how are we going to ensure that you behave as is proper for a student at this school? Hm?" "Mrs. Elms, I'll do anything, just please don't call my mum, please!" the shrill reply came back. Now the young girl was dancing from toe to toe, racked with fear that her mother would have to come down to the school and get her. Then, not only would she not be spending the night with Auntie Sue, but she'd surely get a spanking on top of it! What a disaster, she thought to herself! Mrs. Elms pursed her lips in thought again, once more playing the part she'd decided upon. "What do you suppose she'd do to you if I called her, Ashley?" the older woman queried. Ashley shook her head slowly, a tear coming to her eyes as she said, "She'd spank me for sure, and I wouldn't get to spend the night with my Auntie Sue..." The tears took over, and the young girl sobbed into her arm as the teacher looked on with an almost evil gleam to her eyes. After a moment, she cleared her throat and intoned, "Well then, young miss, I suppose I shall have to take your mum's place if I am not going to call her..." Ashley looked up from her arm, a brightening expression on her face as she searched her teacher's expression for what seemed like mercy. "I shall just have to spank you myself, but just to save you from having to have your mother do it for you. Would you accept such a punishment in place of the alternative?" Ashley was nodding her head in quick agreement, not anxious to be spanked at all, but thankful that it wouldn't ruin her evening with Auntie Sue all the same. The teacher motioned her forward, rolling her chair back from the desk and straightening her skirt in her lap. The squishiness between her legs was giving off a decidedly pungent aroma, and Mrs. Elms smiled inside knowing that the young girl would be able to smell it, but not be able to place that scent being so young. Perhaps some day soon, she'd be able to really educate the little girl in all types of smells. Ashley came forward, and lay across her teacher's lap, her juicy rump hiking up to receive whatever Mrs. Elms was going to give to her. "You cannot tell anyone about this, Dear. You must understand that! If your mum or anyone else were to find out, then our deal would be off, and I'd have to tell your mum and everyone else why I had to spank your little fanny." "I won't tell, Ma'am, just please don't break our deal. Please!" Mrs. Elms smiled, licking her lips this time with lust as she stared down at the pert, little bottom wiggling on her lap. She reached down with her hand and placed it upon one quivering globe, luxuriating in the feel of the supple, young flesh. She rubbed up and down a few times for good measure, the moist spot becoming a small leak in her nether regions, before hiking up the girl's skirt to expose the pink cotton panties beneath. Ashley, never having endured many spankings from her own mother, did not think anything amiss by her instructor's hands upon her rear. She could feel Mrs. Elms thumb resting between her cheeks, heavy so it seemed to her as she anticipated the spanking to come. The first whack had the little girl biting down on her lower lip and tears streaming from her eyes. Several whacks followed and what felt like Mrs. Elms shivering for a moment and grunting as the final stroke landed. Ashley felt one butt cheek being squeezed slightly as her teacher finished, soon replaced by a stinging that squeezed more tears from her. Mrs. Elms couldn't believe the orgasm that hit her as she held on tightly to the girls bum, her thumb now pressing down into the panties and firmly pressing on the small rosebud of Ashley's anus. The older woman bit back a sigh of pleasure as waves of glory assaulted her every sense, her thighs squeezed so tightly together that she could feel her cum oozing from her spent pussy. Gathering herself quickly though, she removed her hand from the panty-clad ass cheek, albeit regretting the loss of that contact in the afterglow of her orgasm. The entire room must smell of her juices she imagined, a thought that didn't really displease her, but, all the same, brought her back to the reality of where she was and what she was doing. The girl's whimpering died down as she regained her feet, the streaks of her tears already beginning to dry upon her face. She looked at Mrs. Elms with sincere remorse on her face, and the now sated teacher couldn't help but feel a pang of remorse herself. Her actions today would bear much thought later on this evening, but for now, it was time to get this little girl on her way home. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Although she nearly missed her bus, Ashley was soon bouncing along the road away from the school with all of the other children that lived in her area. Her friend Silvia rode this bus, and Ashley found a place next to her near the back, their accustomed seat in the absence of a few fifth graders whom sometimes rode home with them. The older kids always demanded the back of the bus so that they could carry on without the driver seeing them do whatever it was that fifth graders did. Despite her promise not to tell, Ashley confided the confrontation with Mrs. Elms to her friend. One thing she didn't have to worry about was Silvia or Tonya wagging their tongues at her expense. They were very loyal to each other, being best friends and all. "Jeez Louise, Ash, did it hurt much?" Silvia inquired at the conclusion to her friend's testimony? "Not too bad, Sil, but I'm sure to have some marks on my fanny for a little while. She landed her smacks right square every time she swung!" Ashley exclaimed. She was only sitting on one cheek at a time, the best she could manage in her current condition. Silvia placed a hand on her friend's behind, rubbing it gently in imagined pain. "That feels divine, Sil, but you'd better not let anyone see you do it. I don't want no more trouble today!" Silvia laughed jovially as she continued to massage her friends butt cheek, a warm feeling welling up from the bruised flesh beneath the school uniform. The young brunette slipped her hand beneath the skirt to hide it and come into closer contact with the wounded globe. Ashley let out a sigh of relief and some pleasure as her friends attentions relieved some of the stinging from her bum, noting the approximation of her friend's thumb to that which Mrs. Elms had occupied a short time ago. "Oh yeah, Sil, let me tell you the best part..." Ashley perked up as she remembered the small detail. "Mrs. Elms accidentally touched my poop hole when she was spanking me! Have you ever heard the such?!" Silvia grimaced as she continued her administration, switching to the opposing cheek as her friend shifted next to her. For a moment, her fingers grazed across that very area that Ashley had mentioned, and she quickly moved them firmly onto the bum cheek. "The best part, Ash? That seems kinda gross to me..." Ashley cocked an eyebrow at her friend's declaration, and shook her head in wonder. "That's the thing, Sil, it wasn't gross... To be honest, it sorta felt wierd, but kinda good, I dunno..." Ashley bit her lip as the admission rolled off her tongue. Mortification would not begin to cover her feelings if Silvia decided to call her gross for enjoying the stimulation from Mrs. Elms thumbs. Silvia's eyes widened at her friends confession, but she swallowed as she decided to meet it with curiosity instead of condemnation. "Do you mean like this, Ash?" Silvia asked as she let her index finger slip back towards her friends most private place, the tip slipping beneath the thin, cotton panties and coming to rest firmly against the winking hole. Ashley nearly jumped out of her seat, leaving her panties bunched up in her friend's hand, as an electric jolt coursed through her body, beginning and ending in her little pussy. "Wow, Silvia! I wasn't quite prepared for that!" Ashley whispered fiercely to the smirking brunette. "Next time warn me before you touch me there!" Silvia clucked her tongue and then giggled, "Now you are saying that you want me to keep touching you there?! In your hole?" Silvia removed her hand altogether, winking at the blond as she turned to regard her. "Just kidding, Ash!" Silvia smiled and bumped her shoulder into Ashley's shoulder. "You know...a joke!?" Ashley scowled at the other girl, and drew up her most snooty expression as she replied, "You should be begging me to touch such a sweet bum hole as mine, Sil..." They both broke into giggles as the bus came to a screeching halt near Ashley's house. It was her stop, and she'd been so caught up in her story about Mrs. Elms that she hadn't paid attention to the entire trip back to her house. Auntie Sue! Home! Auntie Sue! The thoughts raced through her mind as she jumped up, then leaned down to hug Silvia, turned a quick circuit and launched herself for the exit door. Ashley was finally where she'd wanted to be all day long! She could see Auntie Sue waiting for her already at the foot of the bus's stairs. One thing she couldn't help but notice, however, as she glanced back at Silvia to wave a final good bye: the tingling in her pussy hadn't stopped AND she could swear that Silvia had her fingers, from the hand that had been rubbing Ashley's ass, the same finger that had touched her most private of places, up to her nose as if she were sniffing the scent there. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - So ends Part 1 of my little tale. I hope to complete Part 2 soon! Thanks to all here for your contributions to this site and inspiration for such a naughty imagination as mine! |