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Quickies	By : battleaxe Category: Kim Possible > Het- Male/Female > Kim/Ron Views: 15279 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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An Old Fashioned Romance

It had turned out to be a most unpleasant day. The rain had dribbled down, clattering against the slate roofs then running off onto the cobblestone streets making them slick. All sundry persons walk slightly hunched over, their hats pulled down tight, the collars of their jackets or cloaks lifted about their necks. It had been thus all week and it had pulled peoples moods down low.

A tiny dark blue cab rattled about town its large wooden wheels jarring the occupant too and fro. The horse that pulled it marching along slowly its mood just as low as the human sitting unprotected atop the carriage. It was tired and it showed with a pace slower than was its norm. Wet fur had matted and it cared little for pulling today, only wishing to be back warm in the stall, food in the belly nor a harness draped about its head.

Driver pulling back the rains halting the poor creatures tramp. Not removing himself from his platform he rapped upon the side of the carriage “Here you are Miss.” In a rough tone, the whiskers coating his face spraying moisture.

The front doors opened outward to bang against the wooden framework the brass handle taking another slight ding out the dark blue paint. A very attractive young lady stepped out. She hitched her fashionable dress up revealing a dainty pair of laced up heals. Protecting the leather was a set of white spats buttoned up well past the ankle. Leaping off the platform she hurdled over a deep puddle aside the road only to land on the nearby sidewalk. Opening her protective raincoat she dug through a tiny purse that was attached to one wrist via a long gold braided cord. There she took several coins from within and paid the driver for his time. Driver accepted the money placing it roughly inside his coat then proceeded to flick his whip at the pitiable horse and vanished into the gloom.

The woman hiked up her skirts once more scampering the last few paces to the heavy black door a front a line of posh new houses. Looking both directions up the street she could view no one who could identify her. It would be scandalous if that gossip woman Rockwaller spotter her entering this house, the stories were already bad enough about her.

With the lock making a suitable click she pushed open the door and entered the main foyer and closed the door behind. Letting out a sigh, the place was dark as per usual but fortunately the man who owned this home kept it clean and the spices he liked could be smelt through out the halls still she loved this place. This little residence in Upperton had indoor plumbing not to mention running water and gaslight.

Shaking out her rain cloak the excess water dribbling upon the Persian carpeting she hung it up on the tree that hid behind the door. Her beautiful long red hair was as per usual pulled up into a bun atop her head with a single large set of strands falling forward of her face. She was very pretty with a warm round face, full lips and glowing emerald eyes.

Today like many days she wore a fashionable, not as au courant as those is France or London but good for this sleepy little hamlet of Middleton. It was long sleeved as it should be for a proper woman, with the collar buttoned up tight. About her middle was synched a weighty corset keeping an already thin waist looking all the more tiny.

Hugging her arms about herself she shivered just a little at the cool dampness that permeated this dwelling. Taking a match from a nearby mantle tray she struck it against the gritty surface and the small token of flame she used to ignite a lantern. Cupping her hands about the tiny flame she quickly knelt down before the fireplace and ignited the prepared hearth.

With a friendly fire warming her bones she took the lantern and seated herself before a small desk. Removing a blank sheet of paper she cranked the parchment into the old solid typewriter and began to bang away at the keys, composing her story. The paper had originally desired to place her in the woman’s columns. In fashion no less. Well she was a slave to the latest craze, but that didn’t mean she wished to write about it. She was a woman of action and would not stand for the hum drum. She needed to get her thoughts down about the latest caper she had helped crack.

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As the keys clicked away she lost track of time until she heard the clatter of the front door crashing open and a rather sodden man enter. Shacking out his Macintosh he hung the coat off a hook before his boler hat was unceremoniously draped atop.

Entering the sitting room he smiled through his drooping whiskers “Good evening Miriam.”

“Evening my dearest Jonathan you look worse than a drowned rat.” Still she was glad to see him; it was after all his house.

“The rains coming down in buckets and Barken had me out all day keeping an eye on the latest dastardly villain.” He answered “Shall I put the kettle on?”

Still typing away she looked over her work “Please. And could you be a dear and run the water for me so I can bathe.

Shrugging he tossed another log in the hearth before heading down the hall towards the kitchen. She hopped that he would take longer than normal so that she might finish her story, later on she could proofread it over and submit it for the daily paper.

Unfortunately for her the running water for the bath took less time than she expected for she had not progress very far before he stood before her with his jacket gone, bracers hanging loose and sleeves rolled up to the elbows. He knew her to well, for she would sit by the typewriter until she finished oblivious to all other happenings and for that reason did he lead her upstairs to the bathroom.

The bathing room was of a goodly size for there was room to spare for a lady to get dressed or undressed as the case may be. Both the window and standing mirror were fogged over with the heat given off by the water. The large cast tub was more than half full of water, hung between the edges in a tray were the soaps she would need and a wash cloth with brush to help clean off the days woes. Over a chair in the corner of the room was the night dress she would end up wearing afterwards. It wasn’t proper for her to stay over at a gentleman’s house but sometimes she didn’t care.

Tilting her head forward Miriam felt his large fingers undo the buttons at the back of her dress before helping the garment slide to the floor. Gasping slightly as he grappled with her black whale bone corset pulling the ties closer together so he could undo the contraption. “Thank you Jonathan I can take it from here.” She dismissed him figuring she could do the remainder herself. It her took her a full five minutes after he had left to get the balance of her garments off and piled them haphazardly in the corner.

It felt wonderful as she leaned back in the hot water. The feel of it as it splashed against her naked flesh and its warmth permeated deep inside her body. There she lay for a time watching her tiny breast float upon the miniature waves created when ever she moved.

She washed her body with the block of soap, it’s every movement across her skin grated like sandpaper, especially between her legs and around her nipples. Finally when the water had lost all its warmth it head once held Mim Possible removed herself from the tub. Water splashed about the floor as she leapt out to grasp hold of her night dress. Cool air caught her flesh chilling it immediately, goose pimples rose upon the soft tissue and her nipples went solid.
The thin fabric of her nighty did nothing to dampen the chill. On the contrary as she glimpsed herself in the mirror the thin cotton garment was nearly transparent where it affixed to the wet of her skin. She could plainly see the red outline of her nipples as well as the soft mat of fur between her legs. She could do naught now for no towel was present in this room she would have to find a robe to put upon herself until bed.

Skittering down the hallway she danced on tiptoes into Jonathan’s bedroom she would barrow his robe to warm herself as well as hide her modesty. Knowing he kept the garb in his wardrobe she immediately began to look inside that particular cupboard. She pushed aside the hanging suits and jackets but the piece she looked for could not be seen. Hearing his heavy foot falls she tuned to ask “Where is your…” she stopped short, her breath catching for there he stood in the doorway in his hand was her hairbrush.

Miriam’s body began to tremble as her blood raced through her body. Corners of her mouth turned slightly upward as she let out a slight giggle. It wasn’t much of a brush, just a bit of polished wood with bristles on one side. The end fit comfortably in one hand and the bristles smoothed out her hair making it shinny.

Chewing on her bottom lip Miriam was taken by the arm and manoeuvred towards one of the chairs situated about the room. Her heart began to beat faster in excitement as her hands were placed upon the seat cushion her body was bent over and her bottom upward and outward. The thin cotton fabric slowly snaked its way up her legs before being bundled up over her waist. Cool damp air kissed her bare bottom, wafted between her legs feeding the fire that had begun to burn.

Her excitement began to build as she felt the wooden paddle caress her naked backside. With trembling legs Miriam lifted herself up upon the tips of her toes arched her back pushing her bottom end farther out, it had been far too long since he had done this to her. The paddle moved gracefully along the outside of her thighs sliding along her back underneath the cotton, down her legs. Letting out a gasp as it slipped between her open legs the bristles flicking cross her open sex.

Trembling with anticipation she awaited the first sharp sting of the brush. For her it seemed to take forever but finally the first light crack caught her bare buttocks and she let out a gasp. A second, then a third fallowed on the same cheek, after the fifth the brush was flipped over and she could feel the horse hair rub against the inflamed flesh. Knees buckled slightly at the different sensation, between her legs the juices flowed as mightily as it a tap had burst.

A stiff crack and the other cheek felt the warmth of the paddle and like the first cheek four more blows fell swiftly. Behind she could hear him hum the beat of some concert they had been to, timing the strike to the tempo of the music. The sound of each blow against her flesh was a melody more wondrous than any concert ever heard.

The weight of each strike was increasing against the fleshy area, now she was rubbing her legs together working herself into a sexual frenzy. A swift stinging snap on one side, then the other would receive a similar blow. At times he would rub his hand about her nakedness and others the one side of the brush or the other heightening her arousal. On occasion he would whisper into her ear asking her if she was a bad girl in need of discipline, asking her if she needed more paddling. Each question was answered in the affirmative, most time squealed out in a load moan.

She had not counted the number of blows, lost count of the time she was lost in the moment when each wallop of the paddle connected with her flesh bucking her forward slightly. Each time she would push back placing herself back into position for the next strike.

Finally a wave of emotions flooded through her body, her heart racing. Miriam screamed in ecstasy before she collapsed, falling upon the padding on the cushion of the chair she had been braced upon. There she lay for several moments before her master pulled the nightdress from her body and held her naked body against his own. There she let him hold her trembling body. Relaxing her head against his shoulder there her tears seeped into his shirt dampening the fabric.

They remained cuddled up kneeling upon the floor, she enjoyed the embrace after a good warming of her bottom. She knew neither why she enjoyed it nor how he had figured out her sexual perversion but she was glad he had for the way she felt right now could not possibly be wrong. Unless of coarse that Rockwaller bitch found out, then there was no way out of a scandal.

Within time she felt him scoop her limp body from the floor carrying her gently towards his large bed. Tenderly he laid her upon the middle of the mattress sliding his arms from beneath her. She watched as he searched through one of the drawers on the sideboard table drawing forth a leather thong. Once more her lips began to tremble as he grasped her wrist raising it over her head securing it firmly to the bedpost, the second wrist fallowed an instant later.

She lay there helpless upon the bed arms secured firmly to the decorative head board. Gnawing on her lower lip she awaited her fate. Turning her head slightly she watched as he undressed himself. First removing his shirt then his breaches and finally his undergarments, each bit he folded neatly or hung up in his wardrobe.

He was teasing her and she knew it, much as she wished him to ravage her powerless form. He would make her wait so the excitement would build up inside her. As she watched him walk around the bed she could notice the effects, the very tips of her small breasts pointed skyward fully engorged with blood. The area between her legs burned hotter than the stove, her lips were redder than the mat of hair covering then.

Gasping she felt the bristles of her brush run cross her body. Starting at her neck they massaged over her breast bone, over and around each nipple, she whimpered at the excruciating pleasure. Feeling its continued descent over her belly, first sliding down one thigh then diagonally catching in her pussy hair and over to the opposite side before finally ending between her legs. Letting out a long low moan Miriam felt her body rise up and her legs clamped together but still he caressed her clitoris with the ends of the brush.

Finally she could take no more “Please Jonathan take me! Take me!” she pleaded.

She lay back upon the mattress watching as he crawled up to join her upon the bed. His body wasn’t in the greatest shape, a little bit excess about the middle, but what was more impressive was what lay between his legs. Bellow the tuff of blonde hair was a very impressive piece of equipment aiming for a tender spot between her legs.

Opening her legs wide and lifted her hips ready to accept his offerings. Miriam Possible could feel the tip of his cock rub along the length of her lips teasing her once more. Sliding through her lubricant it slithered its way from the tip of her clitoris down through her pussy finally stopping between the cheeks of her bottom.

Finally he lifted himself up and slowly plunged his member into her body. Moaning she twisted and wrapped her legs about his body trying to push him the full way in. It was painfully slow; she could feel every inch gradually slipping in.

It took forever but finally she felt his hips press against hers as the full length of his cock filled her insides. He lay his body against hers, one large hand cupping her breast bringing the nipple into his mouth. Suckling it, his tongue danced over flicking at the red toy. “Jonathan Please!” she beseeched him. “Fuck me!”

Smiling her rose up towering over her, gripping her by the hips he slowly side his member out from inside her only to let it go crashing back inside rocking her body. Again and again he repeated in a slow rhythmic pace his cock slowly slipping out of her sodden cunt only to be plunged back inside with great haste jarring her very essence. The bed rocked with every movement bounding forwards the springs moaning along side her own wailing.

Straining against the bindings that held her arms over her head Miriam gripped her master hard, her legs pulling him into deeper inside. His hands gripped her breasts squeezing them callously, the nipples peeking out from between his oversized fingers.

The pace had increased his hammering reminiscent of a pneumatic jack pumping away relentlessly. Her body arched and twisted and a rushing spasm of emotions gushed out from between her legs coating her inner thighs, Jonathan’s cock, testicles as well as all the sheets below. Tears strained from her tightly closed eyes as several more thrusts and John’s body propelled her forward his cock pulsing as his essence flooded out smothering her insides with semen.

Both bodies breathing heavily, sweat coating their naked bodies. Jonathan removed himself from between her legs and moved up to kneel beside her head his mammoth cock in front of her face. Sliding the head of his member between her lips Miriam accepted the remains of their efforts. Greedily she suckled him, pulling the final liquid gold onto her tongue, letting it trickle down the back of her throat. She could not stop him; she was helpless tied as she was to the bed so with his gradually softening member she milked the last remaining bits for his penis.

Smiling down upon her Jonathan gently swept the long tangle of red hair from about her face, cradling her cheek watching her chest rise and fall with every deep breath. “So you wish me to untie you?” he asked.

“No, not yet. If I am bound then I can not leave and thus will be here in the morn so we may do it again.” was her response.

Leaning over he embraced her with a passionate kiss lasting several moments. Pulling back the sheets he covered her over, turned down the gas lights and climbed into bed pulling her bound form closely beside him. Whimpering slightly Miriam cuddled in close to her master.
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