Real Mother Goose PDF Download

~*~*~2010 EPIC AWARD FINALIST!~*~*~Settle yourself in for a wicked bed time story, a hot, wild ride through nursery rhymes like you've never heard them before. Set in a fantastical world where the privileged few own and raise sex slaves like beloved pets, Mother herself is the star of the show, wielding a riding crop and taking care of and training her young charges with a firm and skillful hand. But where has Father Goose wandered off to, and who will take Mother in hand when she ventures too far?-------Warnings: This title contains erotic situations, graphic language, sex, spanking, elements of bdsm, and a perspective on nursery rhymes you'll never forget!-------EXCERPT:“Peep!” The voice shook the room and the startled girl looked up as Mother came in. “Do you know where your sheep are now?”“No, Mother.” The girl looked up from her position, kneeling on the floor, her blue eyes wide. “I penned them before I left, I swear it.”Mother Goose came toward her, the high heels of her soft boots clicking on the floor. She squatted down before Peep, whose hands were bound behind her to her feet with pink satin sashes.“You are a pretty little one,” Mother said, lifting the girl's chin and studying her face. Mother's eyes moved over the girl's body, the pink and white corset drawn tight, her blonde curls spilling over her shoulders, partially hiding Peep's rosy little nipples. “Sometimes I think you're just playing dumb.”“No, Mother,” Peep implored, shaking her head. “I penned them, I promise you.”“Is that so?” Mother asked, standing again. Peep looked up Mother's long legs, encased in black fishnet stockings and garters, the dark triangle between her legs exposed, as it always was, for easy access.Mother had taken to wearing black since Father had crossed over, and her mood was ever changeable, but lately she seemed often cross and hard to please. Mother tapped her toe in front of Peep's knee, folding her arms over her ample breasts that were pushed up high in her black corset, but covered with the sheer, lace peignoir that she always wore, unbuttoned to the floor.“Mother, please,” Peep pleaded. “I will go tend them, if you let me.”Mother walked over to the cabinet and the girl moaned, the sound caught halfway between regret and anticipation. “I think we need a little correction, don't you?” Mother's voice drifted over her shoulder as she chose a small cat o'nine tails from her collection.“Please,” Peep pleaded again, her eyes downcast. “I'll be a good girl.”“Yes,” Mother murmured, coming to caress the her cheek with her soft hand. “You will.”Mother reached behind the girl and began untying the pink satin ribbon that bound her. Peep sighed in relief, rolling her tired shoulders once her arms were free. She leaned forward onto her hands and knees as Mother began to untie her feet, but then the older woman stopped.“No… this is good,” Mother said, tightening the sashes at the girl's ankles, chuckling. “Turn around, Little Bo Peep, who's lost her sheep, and doesn't know were to find them.”Peep did as she was told, turning her face toward the wall on her hands and knees, using her hands to slowly work herself around. She felt Mother's hand caressing her ass, and she shivered, looking back over her shoulder at the older woman. Mother was squatting down behind her, beginning to drip the many straps of the cat o'nine tails over Peep's behind like a little leather waterfall.“Peep's little puss,” Mother whispered, parting the dark blonde fuzz with her fingers to peer in at the pink treasure. “I love peeping at Peep's little puss.” Mother giggled, wiggling her fingers through and finding the girl's clit.“Oh, Mother!” Peep moaned, lifting her bottom in the air as much as she could with her feet tied together at the ankles.