Note- I do not own the rights to the P.L. Travers stories, nor the Disney movies. This is just a tall tale in the same vein, featuring Emily Blunt as Mary Poppins.
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"Come ON Jack, put your back into it man. Spit spot, I simply must be punished!"
Mary Poppins looked over her right shoulder and the blue eyed brunette scowled at the young man who stood nervously behind her. The ageless woman, prim and proper in most of her ministrations, was totally naked from top to toe apart from her black stockings and lace up boots. Bent over a desk in her private room she was hunched over at the waist with her hands face down on the desk and pert ass raised up. Jack, the local lamplighter looked at the submissive woman bent over invitingly before him.
"Er..."
The magical woman had popped back to Cherry Tree Lane, London in the year of 1935, literally blown in by the East wind and had ingratiated herself in the Banks family once more as nanny. She had not aged a day since her previous visit decades before. The family were facing hard times during this visit but the beloved nanny had deigned to lend a hand. They lived in the smallest and shabbiest house in the street with ornate black iron railings and had an elderly housekeeper to help out.
"Tell me again why all this is necessary?"
Jack had in his hand her vanity hairbrush with white enamel and pink roses. The hard bristles rose up to an inch and a half. A formidable tool for a spanking.
"I would like to make one thing quite clear, I never explain anything. Take it from me, I have been too naughty for words, and where I come from I must be chastised."
Jack, as well as everybody else who came into contact with the enigmatic Mary, knew nothing of her origins nor how she seemingly knew exactly the correct way to fix problems. She was practically perfect in every way. Where did she come from? Where did she go? And why? There was something strange and extraordinary about her, something that was frightening and at the same time most exciting.
"Was it, was it because I saw you, doing you know what."
Jack had stumbled upon Mary Poppins that morning quite by accident, in the back yard of number 17 with her dress around her waist, face tilted up to the midday sun. It was an absorbing sight for the young Londoner as he stayed in the shadows and watched intently. Her bloomers were dangling on her left boot as she sprawled on her back, legs apart and with her fingers stuffed inside her bushy cunt. Jack, although totally focused on her wet pussy, saw the utmost expression of concentration on her face. Her dark brown hair was in a neat pile on top of her head with a few curling tendrils framing her face. Jack was fully aroused now and his stiff cock twitched in his dusty trousers. Eyes closed, mouth gaping and tongue lolling she drew in breath sharply as she presumably brought herself to orgasm.
"Mmm!"
"Oh, shit!"
"Jack? Is that you?"
Slightly taken aback Mary pulled her bloomers up and straightened her dress. She strolled over to where he was hunched and hiding and stood before him, hands on hips. He blushed bright red as he realised his dick was rock hard in his trousers and was obviously quite visible. Mary was not typically sexy in her long navy cotton dress that came down to her black boots with the lace up fronts and two inch heels. But she seemed to have nice tits and a narrow waist under her chaste look. Her big blue eyes lingered on his generous bulge as she tapped her foot. Jack covered his embarrassment with his hands as she came face to face.
"How long have you been there?" She berated him.
"Not long." He stammered.
Just long enough to see her strumming her clitoris and fingering her juicy pussy until she drew in a sharp intake of breath and climaxed.
"Long enough to get a stiff I see."
Mary flicked out a finger and poked his groin hard with a look that was almost predatory.
"I suppose you think I'm an awful sex pervert and a wicked person."
"No, not at all," he assured her.
"Oh yes. I may have a slight partiality for self indulgence."
She paused in mid thought.
"No, I take that back. I'm insatiable! I have a voracious need for sex! Most improper in my role as children's nanny as you can imagine. I need to be taken in hand and given corporal punishment as admonishment, by you. Come up to my room in an hour."
With that Mary sniffed loudly and strode off briskly back inside the big house without a look back.
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Mary Poppins considered her naked reflection in the wall mirror placed over the desk She never resisted the chance to study herself in anything reflective. The room was sparsely furnished and had rudimentary curtains on the one window. The wallpaper was bright with bursts of lurid flowers and the floor had pink tiles. Her carpet bag was dumped in a corner and her parasol umbrella with the displeasing head of a parrot laid on top of it. Her dark brown hair fell to the top of her shoulders and her face was free of make up. Bent across her wooden desk her hands were stretched out to the far side and her bewitching posterior was raised up in the air. Jack stood behind the inexplicably awesome woman and scrutinised her adorable bare thighs and well turned out calves.
"Are you ready, Jack? I need a jolly good spanking. Don't worry if I scream or moan aloud, just keep smacking my sorry bottom until I say stop."
