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Ma secondo voi che cos'ha Joey che piace tanto agli uomini?
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 Ma secondo voi che cos'ha Joey che piace tanto agli uomini?
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Ho messo nel motore di ricerca "Joey" e il primo risultato era un post
di un certo Summersboy dal titolo "Why is Joey Potter so perfect?".
Non l'ho ancora letto, ma ve lo posto lo stesso.
Story - Why is Joey Potter so perfect? (f/f spank)
17 year old Josephine Potter was a girl you could never forget. Tall,
dark haired and disturbingly beautiful, the girl's smile could fill
your heart with joy. Her kindness and loyalty to her friends was
legendary. She was so intelligent that she invariably came top of the
class in all her subjects at school. Her firm, sexy body could cause
you endless hours of torment. But only ever in your imagination!
However many times you may have wanted to cup her well proportioned
breasts through one of those skimpy strap tops of here, you would
never dare do it. After all, this was Joey Potter. A virginal angel,
the like of which the small eastern town of Capeside had never seen
before.
When it came to Joey, everyone asked one simple question. How had she
become so, well, PERFECT? Her upbringing had hardly been ideal - her
mother had died when she was young, and her father was in jail. Her
family had always been poor, though the opening of the Potters Bed and
Breakfast business at their home meant they were doing much better
now.
Some girls expressed the view that Joey was just superficially nice,
though these thoughts were usually dismissed as jealousy. Others felt
Joey was suppressing too many negative feelings. Surely, her rage
would spill out soon. The boys in the locker room, not unexpectedly,
claimed she'd not worry so much about being nice and intelligent once
she'd gotten a good seeing to.
If an outsider had been invited to join the discussion, surely that
person would have suggested that the person who brought Joey up must
take some credit. But that same outsider would, alas, have been
laughed out of town.  None of the town's small number of residents
seriously imagined that struggling, plain Bessie - single mum to a
young child, with her rough looking, bearded "chef" boyfriend - could
possibly have contributed to the development of such an angel as Joey
Potter.
How wrong they were, they may never get to know. As a matter of fact,
Bessie had given Joey everything a young girl needs - love, knowledge
of the world, time and discipline. Unbeknownst to Joey, the sister's
mother had left her elder daughter Bessie a detailed guide - written
in her own meticulous handwriting - as to how to turn energetic girls
into fine young women.
This manual must (shame!) remain a secret, but the description of
events that follows should give you an idea of its merits.
It was Wednesday afternoon, the quietest day of the week as far as the
family's Bed and Breakfast business was concerned. The Potters
wouldn't see any guests now until Thursday morning. Joey Potter, at 17
the younger of the two sisters, had returned from High School an hour
ago. She had changed into a comfortable white t-shirt and a pair of
loose blue shorts. Not unexpetedly, she was sitting in the lounge
reading some deep tome of wisdom.
 Joey's much older sister Bessie entered into the room, and started
drawing the curtains around the huge, wide windows.
 "Bess. It's still light outside," said Joey softly.
 "I know. I wanted to have some privacy. I can open them again if you
wish..."
 "No!" gasped beautiful Joey. It had not taken her long to realise the
import of what her sister meant by "privacy".
 "Good. Then, we understand each other. I want you to prepare
yourself." Joey didn't need to ask questions. She understood the
meaning all too well. Bessie had decided that she needed to be
spanked, and that was all that mattered. Indeed, she didn't even ask
her sister what she had done wrong. That would be for Joey herself to
figure out in her own time.
Joey pulled the t-shirt over her head and then slipped off her shorts.
As always, the actions caused her cheeks to blush a delicate shade of
pink. The 17 year old had always been modest, and hated having to
undress in front of Bessie.
Shivering slightly, the younger Potter girl reached behind her back,
and unclasped her plain white bra.. How Dawson, Pacey and the other
boys would have loved to be there at the moment when her well
developed teenage breasts became visible; the mounds so well defined
and thrusting from Joey's thin body; the pink nipples pointing
accusingly outward.
Suddenly an impatient voice could be heard from the hall.
 "Bessie. We need to talk about next week." The voice of Bodie,
Bessie's boyfriend, was familiar to both sisters and easily
recognisable.
 "I'm in the lounge!" called out the elder sister. Brodie entered
determinedly but stopped and gasped when he saw Joey in the room -
naked but for her white panties. He knew Bessie spanked the girl.
Hell, he had heard the daunting sound of wood meeting flesh often
enough, but he had never actually seen anything.
 "What's up?" enquired Bessie.
 "Oh. Er. Nothing. We can talk later." he said, desperately trying to
suppress the erection that Joey's all-but nakedness was causing.
Bessie noticed that her boyfriend was having a hard job ignoring the
teenager.
 "Ignore her. She's supposed to be preparing herself for a spanking,
but I notice she seems to have stopped doing that for some reason."
Joey understood the message that had been clearly addressed at her.
She would have to continue - or else. She hooked her fingers into the
waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down her legs. She had
to crouch slightly, as she stepped out of the briefs and placed them
on the floor with her bra, shorts and t-shirt.
Brodie couldn't prevent himself from dragging his eyes to the girl's
pussy. A nice patch of hair had developed down there, he noticed. 
Joey knew he was watching her, and felt a deep pang of shame that this
man had seen her most private parts. Stop thinking about these things,
she said to herself, you've got to get into position, or Bessie will
be really mad. She walked over to the wall, stood straight, then
placed the palm of her hands onto the smooth, cool surface. She
adjusted her position slightly so that her bottom stuck out
invitingly.
Bodie eyes were now on the girl's tight white bottom. Not much padding
there, he thought, not like his girlfriend's. Somehow, he managed to
turn back to Bessie.
 "The menu...next week...do need to sort it out.."
 "Sure," Bessie replied. "I'll take a look this evening."
 "Fine. I'll..errr. get cooking dinner then." He left in the direction
of the kitchen, dinner being the last thing on his mind at that
moment.
Bessie walked over to a nearby shelf and picked up a huge wooden
hairbrush. Joey always used that particular hairbrush on her gorgeous
long dark hair. No other brush seemed to keep her hair so straight and
shiny. However, that brush had also given her some incredibly painful
memories - for it was also her sister's favourite tool of
chastisement. Once, Joey had begged not to have the hard wooden
implement smacked against her buttocks. Bessie had surprisingly agreed
- though turning the hairbrush around and spanking her with the
bristles - was not what Joey had in mind. That was the most bloody
spanking she had ever endured, as the bristles had cut painfully into
her skin.
Meanwhile, Bessie had moved behind the naked teenager. Joey shifted
nervously, but stayed in exactly the same position, her stuck-out
bottom making an easy target.
Bessie raised the hairbrush and slapped it fiercely into Joey's left
buttock. Joey winced and closed her eyes, but she did not make a
sound. Good girls did not complain, and a scream was just a loud
complaint. She had been taught that the hard way, as Bessie would
never quit spanking whilst there were tears or screaming going on.
Only acceptance would make her sister halt a beating.
Bessie took her time in pummelling Joey's bottom, generally
alternating the blows between the left and right buttocks. However,
there was one horrible part of the spanking when Bessie very rapidly
slammed the brush a dozen or more times into the left lower buttock,
causing a wicked crescendo of pain for the 17 year old. Joey whimpered
but managed not to cry out. Her sister repeated the process with the
lower part of her right buttock. Ouch! I bet that was for not
stripping quickly enough, thought Joey.
Finally, six slowly paced but heavily delivered swats signalled the
end of the punishment.
 "I'm done." said Bessie, looking appreciatingly at her own handiwork.
There was not a patch of Joey's bottom - or the top of the thighs -
that was not covered in an angry red colour. She knew her sister would
not be feeling good when she sat down for dinner later.
What came next was always the most difficult part of the punishment
routine for Joey. She took the hairbrush from Bessie and walked into
the center of the room. She leant forward slightly, bending her knees.
Her face hardened in determination, she grasped the brush handle
tightly, then whacked the brush's hard wooden back against her own
flaming red bottom. Joey jumped slightly from the painful impact her
own blow had made on her rear end. Bessie watched carefully. She had
been taught that a good self-spanking was an important part of the
discipline process.
Joey continued to give her right cheek a number of hard spanks. She
then changed her position and began to chastise her tender left
buttock. It was Joey's responsibility to set the number of blows. Too
few, and she knew Bessie would be disappointed in her.  All in all,
the teenager dished out a very painful 36 strikes to her own behind.
Bessie walked upto the naked, panting girl. Joey was obviously in a
lot of pain. Bessie kissed her sister gently on the cheek.
 "I love you." Joey whispered.
 "I know. Me too." Bessie always found it difficult to say the actual
three words after so distressingly tanning Joey's tender hide.
Again as per routine, Joey went to stand in the corner for a full
hour, hands at her side, with her rose coloured buttocks on display to
Bessie. This was the "thinking and stinging" time - the time when you
learnt how to treat other people, and how to treat yourself.
Finally, Joey was allowed to change into clothes - and they all sat
round for dinner. Brodie - looking at the young Potter in a new way,
as the woman she was. Bessie - looking proudly at her young charge.
And Joey? Well, the teen was too sore to think of much beyond the
suffering in her nether region. She sighed inside. I must be nicer to
people, she thought.
So, for us, it's no longer a secret as to why Joey Potter is such a
nice young girl. But perhaps we should keep the information to
ourselves.
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 Ma secondo voi che cos'ha Joey che piace tanto agli uomini?
ma la ciocca ribelle, no? ;)
saro' breve.
è dolce.
ciao
athos