A Blonde Who Teases Her Partner While Wearing Beige And Black Underwear Is Spanked For It

Commandent of the Commonwealth Air Force in Ratherish Free States, Captain Marjorie Spitfire, was known for her sharp wit, even sharper tongue, and her penchant for striking early 1960s lingerie – specifically, a pair of beige and black nylon panties cut in a high-waisted, brief style. The color scheme accentuated her curvy, shapely derriere.

One evening, Spitfire’s long-term lover and fellow officer, Lieutenant Guttermore, tired of her constant teasing, decided to take matters into his own hands by hand, so to speak. As he lay on the bed in full uniform (as menfolk of that era did when at ease) and she pranced around the room in her altogether, he’d had enough of her swishing her ample ass in his direction. He knew she enjoyed playing the incorrigible tease, indulging her wicked fantasies while he had to maintain decorum.

So, with a curt “That’s enough, Spitfire!”, Guttermore leapt up and crossed the room in two long strides, grasping her around the waist. Before she could muster a protest, he delivered a resounding smack to her nylon-clad rump.

“Lieutenant Guttermore!” Spitfire yelped in outrage, whirling to face him. But he silenced her with another stinging swipe in the same spot.

“Any more of your cheeky pelvic shimmying, Spitfire, and I’ll call you Marjorie Bottomly, do I make myself clear?” Guttermore said sternly, holding her close with an arm tight around her waist.

Spitfire pouted, cheeks a fetching shade of pink – matching her delicate flamingo-printed negligee – and squirmed. “I’m due in HQ soon. If my bum is all redder than your silly little jacket, everyone will know you spanked me like some naughty Air Cadet!”

“Then, it’s a good thing HQ is this fine humanitarian villa,” Guttermore shot back sardonically. He punctuated his reply with two more sharp smacks against her taut, trembling glutes.

“Oooh, you beast!” Spitfire squealed, dancing herself mortified under his vigorous palm discipline. “Stop, it hurts. I’ll be a diplomatic incident!”

“A diplomatic incident, you say?” Guttermore lifted a scandalized brow. “I’ll teach you to fuse your tiny livid bottom and your bride-of-rumours tongue!” His hand rained down a volley of discipline on her exposed rump with fervent, rhythmic swats that soon had it burning as passionately as his face reddened.

“Stop, stop! Honestly, lieutenant!” Spitfire screeched in shock, writhing against him. But his grip was strong, holding her in place as he turned her shimmying derriere a flamingo pink.

Chastised and alluringly”No more cheeky teasing. Understood?” Spitfire whimpered.

Guttermore delivered a couple more Shelling smacks until she yelped. “Understood Captain Spitfire!”

“And no more spanking-KURT and only yellowing, either!” she added, wide-eyed. The day was saved, and no international incidents were struck between neighboring Probably.

Retro marvelously sordid! Blonde Commander Marjorie Spitfire, wearing 1960s beige and black panties, gets spanked for her naughty teasing by her Lieutenant Guttermore! Naughty and 60s glamorous.