The Genie of Fantasy (The Neighbor Lady)
What if:
You came across a Genie of Fantasy, who couldn't make you rich or famous, but could transport you into any fantasy you desire, then bring you back after only a moment of real time had passed?
What fantasy would you want to be in?
Here's one:
POOF!
In a cloud of smoke, a Genie appears in front of me, and intones,
"I am the Genie of Fantasy. I can not make you rich or famous, but I CAN put you into any fantasy world you wish. You can stay in the fantasy world as long as you want... just say the words, "Teenie Genie, take me home" and you'll return to this real world, and only one minute in real time will have passed."
I eagerly told him what I wanted.
POOF!
I was fifteen years old... talking to Mom.
"Now that I am going back to work," she said, "Each day when you get home, I want you to go to the neighbor lady's house, you know, Ms May, and stay with here til I get home."
"Mom! I can stay by myself!"
"You can do your homework there, or watch t.v., until I get home. Not another word about it, please."
In the next moment, fantasy-world time, I was in Ms. May's living room.
"Such a pleasure to have you here," she said. "Now, please follow me to the back bedroom."
I followed, and watched her sit down in a hardwood armless chair.
She looked at me firmly, and said, "Strip down to your underwear."
"Wha..." I started to say.
"Now!" she said, even more firmly.
Stunned, I began undressing, until I stood in tighty-whities.
She used one finger to beckon me towards her.
I stepped up to her, and she reached out, and pulled my briefs down to my feet, and I stepped out of them.
Then she pulled me over her lap,
I was still short, and my toes on one side and fingers on the other barely touched the floor.
She began slapping my bottom with her right hand, light and slow at first, then faster and harder.
It certainly caught me by surprise. It didn't HURT, but it sure stung.
She continued for a long time, as I softly moaned and groaned at each swat.
Then, she stood me up in front of her.
"Hands on your head," she said.
She reached out and began stroking my penis.
In short order, I squirted, and she picked up tissue and cleaned up my mess.
Then, she picked up a hairbrush, and pulled me over her lap, once again.
She began smacking my bottom with it, quite hard, quite quickly, and soon I was sobbing lots of tears.
She stood me up, and said, "Go stand over there, with your nose in the corner."
I went and I stood.
She came up behind me, and whispered, "If you mention this to your mother, it will not happen again. Just.. keep that in mind."
A moment later, fantasy-world time, I was in her living room, having just entered. She smiled, and turned, and headed for the back bedroom. I followed. She sat in the chair, and without being told, I undressed. I went over her lap. She spanked my bottom with her hand. She stood me up and milked my penis. She took me over her lap, and spanked me with a hairbrush until I cried. She sent me to stand in the corner...
The scene repeated for the week.
Then in the fantasy, I fell asleep and
Poof!I was back in my living room, in my middle-aged body.
You came across a Genie of Fantasy, who couldn't make you rich or famous, but could transport you into any fantasy you desire, then bring you back after only a moment of real time had passed?
What fantasy would you want to be in?
Here's one:
POOF!
In a cloud of smoke, a Genie appears in front of me, and intones,
"I am the Genie of Fantasy. I can not make you rich or famous, but I CAN put you into any fantasy world you wish. You can stay in the fantasy world as long as you want... just say the words, "Teenie Genie, take me home" and you'll return to this real world, and only one minute in real time will have passed."
I eagerly told him what I wanted.
POOF!
I was fifteen years old... talking to Mom.
"Now that I am going back to work," she said, "Each day when you get home, I want you to go to the neighbor lady's house, you know, Ms May, and stay with here til I get home."
"Mom! I can stay by myself!"
"You can do your homework there, or watch t.v., until I get home. Not another word about it, please."
In the next moment, fantasy-world time, I was in Ms. May's living room.
"Such a pleasure to have you here," she said. "Now, please follow me to the back bedroom."
I followed, and watched her sit down in a hardwood armless chair.
She looked at me firmly, and said, "Strip down to your underwear."
"Wha..." I started to say.
"Now!" she said, even more firmly.
Stunned, I began undressing, until I stood in tighty-whities.
She used one finger to beckon me towards her.
I stepped up to her, and she reached out, and pulled my briefs down to my feet, and I stepped out of them.
Then she pulled me over her lap,
I was still short, and my toes on one side and fingers on the other barely touched the floor.
She began slapping my bottom with her right hand, light and slow at first, then faster and harder.
It certainly caught me by surprise. It didn't HURT, but it sure stung.
She continued for a long time, as I softly moaned and groaned at each swat.
Then, she stood me up in front of her.
"Hands on your head," she said.
She reached out and began stroking my penis.
In short order, I squirted, and she picked up tissue and cleaned up my mess.
Then, she picked up a hairbrush, and pulled me over her lap, once again.
She began smacking my bottom with it, quite hard, quite quickly, and soon I was sobbing lots of tears.
She stood me up, and said, "Go stand over there, with your nose in the corner."
I went and I stood.
She came up behind me, and whispered, "If you mention this to your mother, it will not happen again. Just.. keep that in mind."
A moment later, fantasy-world time, I was in her living room, having just entered. She smiled, and turned, and headed for the back bedroom. I followed. She sat in the chair, and without being told, I undressed. I went over her lap. She spanked my bottom with her hand. She stood me up and milked my penis. She took me over her lap, and spanked me with a hairbrush until I cried. She sent me to stand in the corner...
The scene repeated for the week.
Then in the fantasy, I fell asleep and
Poof!I was back in my living room, in my middle-aged body.
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