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Post Number: 39
Registered: 04-2005

Posted on Tuesday, January 16, 2007 - 03:01 am:

MARY TAKES HER MEDICINE
by Alex B.

Mary Poppins was just reaching the bottom
of the stairs after putting Jane and Michael
down for a nap with one of her whimsical
lullabies when she heard the lord of the manor,
George Banks, summon her.

“Miss Poppins, could I see you in my den?”

“Certainly. Just let me nip into the-”

“Now, Miss Poppins!” George commanded as he
turned and left the room.

“Yes, sir.” Mary replied. It was clear by the
tone of her employer’s voice that she was about
to be called on the carpet. She reached into a
pocket of her overcoat and removed a large flask
and a spoon. After removing the cap, she ladled
out some rum punch and quickly swallowed it.
“A spoon full of sugar makes the punishment
go down.” she murmured to herself as she
recapped the flask and tucked it away.

As Mary entered the den she noticed a short
blonde woman with a red and pink striped bottom
standing in a corner of the room with her hands
on her head. She was entirely nude except for a
long silk sash with the words “Votes For Women”
printed on it.

“Oh, my! Is that you, Mrs. Banks?!”

"Winifred has been an insufferable suffragette!”
George said. This afternoon she let a whole
band of dancing chimney sweeps into the house.
Got soot all over the place! Messy business!
But a dozen good strokes to her bare botty
had her stepping in time. Didn’t it, my dear?”

“Yes, George.” Mrs. Banks whimpered.

“Now go upstairs and get dressed or you’ll get
another dozen.”

“Yes, George. Thank you, George.” Winifred said
as she hurriedly scampered out of the room.

Mr. Banks seated himself behind his desk as he
addressed the comely, rosy-cheeked nanny.

“I have concerns about the unorthodox methods
you employ in watching after my children.”

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Well, I understand you took Jane and Michael to
the park where you all jumped into some sort of
sidewalk painting.”

“A chalk drawing, actually.”

“Please don’t interrupt.”

“Sorry, sir.”

“Then you took the children on a fox hunt?”

“Yes I did! Then we entered the Derby on some
merry-go-round horses and my horse won! It was
most exciting!”

“Congratulations.” George said sarcastically.

“Thank you. Ooh! And then Bert danced with some
singing penguins dressed as waiters!”

Mr. Banks held his hand out to Mary, signaling
her to stop talking.

“Miss Poppins, I don’t believe I authorized this
bizarre outing. And I know I would never agree
to involving my young ones in a horse race
much less a fox hunting expedition.”

“But, Mr. Banks-”

“Miss Poppins!” George interrupted. “I have
tried to be patient with you. However, time
and time again, you have chosen to utterly
disregard my instructions as to the care of
my children." With that, he reached into a
drawer on the right hand side of his desk and
produced a thin wooden rod. “Do you know what
this is, Mary?”

“Why, yes... it’s a cane. Oh, I do hope you’re
not planning on punishing Jane and Michael
with that!”

“I don't intend to punish them at all. They were
in your charge, so it is you with whom I have
an issue.”

“My goodness! You do go out of your way to avoid
ending a sentence with a preposition!”

“Quite. Now, you have one minute to remove your
clothing and bend over my desk.”

“Surely, you must be joking, sir! This is 1910!
It takes a British woman at least half an hour
to get undressed in this era!”

George nodded grudgingly.

“Yes. Very well, you get disrobed while I take
an opportunity to go fly a kite.”

Roughly thirty minutes later, Mr. Banks returned
to his den to find Mary laying obediently across
the large oak desk- her pale, supple bottom
presented for punishment.

“Right then.” he said, taking the cane in hand
as he walked around to Mary’s hind quarters.
He warmed up with a few practice strokes.
Mary tensed up a bit at the sound of the cane
whooshing viciously through the air. She gripped
the edges of the desk and bit her lower lip
in anticipation of the thrashing she was about
to receive. This would be no jolly holiday.

Mr. Banks stepped into position, slowly
pulled the cane back then swiftly swung it
forward delivering a powerful smack to Mary’s
upturned bum.

“Ah!” she grunted, surprised by the severity
of the first blow.

The next one, also a stunner, arrived only a few
seconds later. Mary groaned quietly and clamped
her jaw to keep from crying out. The following
three cuts weren’t quite as hard, but the sixth
burned so deeply that Mary began to tremble and
she soon felt tears escaping her eyes as she
winced with each sizzling stroke of the cane.

“Ooh!” Mary gasped. “I must say, you certainly
are proficient with that implement, sir!”

“There’s really nothing to doing a job well.”
George replied in a lyrical manner. “You simply
find the fun and snap!” he said, giving the
nanny’s fiery fanny another powerful smack.
“The job’s a game!”

“Ow! I see!” Mary yelped, immediately regretting
the compliment.

“Yes, I love to cane!” he continued, delivering
a volley of sharp, stinging blows. “Long and
loud and clear!”

Mary’s ordeal concluded at exactly 4 p.m. which
was evident because Admiral Boom down the street
fired off his cannon at the very moment the last
stroke of the cane stung her rosy rump.

“Ah, time for tea.” George said, then snapped
his fingers. “All right, stand up then! Come on!
Spit spot!”

“Thank you, Mr. Banks.” Miss Poppins managed to
squeak as she pushed herself from the desk and
stood naked and trembling before her boss.

“You’ll stand in the corner of your personal
quarters for the next half hour. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.” Mary answered tearfully.

“Very well, off you go. Oh, and on your way out,
ring the bell for Mrs. Brill to get in here with
my tea.”

“Yes, sir.” she said again, this time her voice
no more than a whisper.

Mary began gathering her clothing which she’d
folded neatly over a nearby chair. All the while
she was wiping tears from her eyes and stifling
an urge to burst into uncontrollable sobbing.
Her face seemed to be burning as hotly as her
raw, throbbing ass cheeks. As she entered the
foyer, Mary decided she would definitely not
be sliding up the banister this time.

Later that night, as Mr. Banks entered his
bedroom to retire for the evening, he was
surprised to find both Mary and his wife,
Winifred poised on hands and knees atop the
bed with their reddened rumps facing him.
They hadn’t a stitch a clothing on between them.
Mary looked over her bare shoulder at her
employer who stood speechless at the door.

“Mrs. Banks and I have discussed the matter
and we both agree that our behavior has been
completely unacceptable.”

“Quite right.” Winifred chimed in. “And you were
most sensible in punishing us the way you did.”

“Yes.” Mary continued. “But now that we’ve
been put in our place, don’t you think we’re
entitled to a little consolation for our
humiliation and suffering? You know... a few
spoonfuls of sugar?”

The two ladies giggled as they began waving
their bottoms to and fro.

Mr. Banks replied with one word as he unbuckled
his trousers.

“Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!”

THE END

"I'll love you 'til you can't sit down."