WHAT THE BUTLER SAW!..

yesterday i visited the local fair and to my horror my past life came back to haunt me like a smack in the chops with a damp towel.....as i was looking for the local freak sideshow...which usually consists of the men of this town basically..known as no marks....i spotted this* WHAT THE BUTLER SAW* machine with a queue a mile long waiting to view it....and people in the queue were giving me strange looks and laughing and winking at me with a knowing nod...seems i was the subject of the film in the machine ...entitled ..*BABY CHEEKS* we have to revert back to one of my previous lives to explain this........As you are aware from one of my recent blog entrys when i was in service in liverpool entitled...YES IT WAS MY FAULT!...my attempt to escape my misdemeanours by stowing away on the SS titanic and the subsiquent cheese incident....i found myself back on blighty...because id tried to blackmail the butler over our affair for the cheese...he decided to stop future dirty dealings and decided to come clean to his wife about everything...she inturn told the masters wife of my fling with the master... his son and the footman...so when i turned up at the door for a reference...i was dragged in by by the scruff of the neck...they all stood and watched as the master of the house came in and sat down..ordered me to bend over his knee..then he proceded to spank me rather hard!...as he did so i could feel his appreciation rising ..and he was shouting .."oh yess oh yess" as he spanked me ...his wife shouted "edward enough!"....i pulled up my pantaloons and scurried out the door rubbing my hot botty as i left...the butler came and hissed in my ear..." dont think you have gotten off lightly i have some film of you bending down in the masters study its already been sold to the porn industry"...as you know flashing ankles is deemed x rated so this bending down footage is pretty hard core....i never thought anymore about it till yesterday...there it was in all its glory...my ass on film *BABY CHEEKS THE MOVIE*....infact my ass has developed quite an attitude ..it is a seperate entity ..it has its own persona...it wrote a book entitled *TALK TO THE ASS COS THE HAND AIN'T LISTNING*...because of this my application to the local womens institute will no longer be accepted.....i will cancel my course of testosterone injections i won't be needing the beard now ...because to get in the womens institute you need a beard..oh and a blue perm wave...nah! ill stick with red and black hair..blue is definitely not my colour...