SNOW WHITE'S STORY

BY PENT

For those who know and believe in Snow White, this story has got
to be real-life. Others may wish to suspend their unbelief and
lose themselves in her adventures, just as Walt did when they
were unfolded to him in 1937.

Snow White Arrives

"Just a wisp of a girl she was when she came to us", said Doc as
he sat on a log in the forest clearing, spectacles on the end of
his nose and puffing his pipe there in the sun. "Knocked on the
door of our cottage deep in the forest; clothes torn; scared and
shaking too. Couldn't have been more than eight at the time,
though we never did know for sure.

We cleaned her up, and being a doctor, I bathed her with soap and
warm water. When she was clean and dry, I gave her a quick
medical check up. She seemed in good health: Thin and starving
hungry, but she was all in one piece.

Raven-black hair she had and sparkling dark eyes. A lovely clear
white skin, and not a blemish anywhere! She could not tell us her
name, so we called her Snow White!

She was too exhausted to talk or eat much, so we put a night-gown
on her and put her to bed on a couch. She slept a lot for the
first few days and we kept watch over her. At every waking, we
fed her warm goat's milk with bread in it.

It took a few days, but we soon saw she wasn't just a beautiful
little girl . . . she was willing and hard-working too. She
quickly learned how to cook for us the way we liked and to keep
the place clean.

She just couldn't do enough to please us!" Walt was again working
into the small hours to keep ahead of his team, drawing the key
cartoons for the movie that he hoped would make his name. He
chuckled to himself for a brief moment about the success of the
story his people had spread around that he, Walt, could not draw!
Saved him from making no end of free sketches at parties and
public functions!

Walt's head felt thick, almost numb: the result of long hours and
too much coffee. He was drawing without thinking – he was past
that - giving his subconscious a free hand. He could always rely
on that, and he produced his most artistic cartoons with the
deepest insights when he worked in that mode . . . in his mind,
he could ***see** the characters move and ***hear** them speak!

On this night, 'Doc' had appeared and simply started talking to
Walt as he, Doc, sat ruminating, perched on a sunny log puffing
his pipe in a forest clearing. Doc had a rough and kindly voice.
His tale was strange and Walt never stopped sketching the scenes,
one after another as Doc described them, without interrupting him
as he went on talking, and this is the story Doc told:

"It wasn't long before Snow White was up before us every morning
and got the fire going and made our breakfast and something to
take with us for mid-day. When we got back from work at night she
had a fine hot meal waiting; Snow White could make a good stew
from the game we caught: rabbit or venison, duck or goose.

She did not mind if we dozed in front of the fire after dinner,
and she sang happily (and not too loud!) while she set to and
cleaned the pots and dishes. If she was tired she would come and
sit on my lap usually, and we would cuddle until she fell asleep
and I would carry her up stairs and help her into her night-gown,
and then I would tuck her into bed.

We had a lot of fun too, singing and dancing while Grumpy thumped
out tunes from his old pipe organ. Snow White had a clear sweet
voice which set off our gruff chanting quite beautifully, in a
way that was a thrill to hear!

She heated pans of water so we had regular baths at night, and
she scrubbed our clothes while we were away working in the mine.

Teach made friends with Snow White and showed her his shelf of
books. She specially liked the one with animal drawings: foxes,
deer, goats, mice, and lots of birds.

Teach taught Snow White how to read the words in the books, and
then how to write the words for herself. She was quick to learn,
and Teach soon started her on doing arithmetic.

It was wonderful having Snow White to come back to after a hard
day's work, and we came to love her dearly as we watched her fill
out and grow. Snow White's body was lithe and her hips moved
freely, and her round bottom shook a bit each time she put a foot
to the ground.

She wore simple dresses of light material that showed off her
lovely curves as she went about her work. She was very beautiful
and many the restless night we all had, dreaming about Snow
White!

But as time passed, Snow White's attitude changed I'm sorry to
say: She started telling us what we should do, like take our
boots and caps off in the house, and wash our hands before
eating, and she tried to order us around with all sorts of
nonsense like that, and that's where the boys and me had to take
her in hand.

The Grimms' story books don't have anything about this, because
it wouldn't be proper to tell children about it.

This bit about a witch with a poisoned apple is all hokey, of
course: It was invented for kids, to cover up what really
happened to Snow White in our forest cottage . . ."

Walt had just finished a sketch of Snow White in side-view as she
reached up to hang washing on a line. The outline of her young
body and the shape of her sweet bottom could be seen clearly with
the sun shining through her thin dress . . . and Walt took a
fresh sheet of paper to draw on as Doc continued:

"Snow White had been growing more and more critical of us all as
time went by, as I said, and one night she was standing in our
bedroom being specially yakky and unpleasant, telling us how we
all ought to behave better and I could see everyone was really
fed up with her bossy behavior.

Then one dwarf pushed another, who stumbled against Snow White so
she fell across a bed and another one shouted: 'Come on. Grab
her!'

Everyone rushed and held her ankles and wrists so she couldn't
get up again. In the blink of an eye, leather belts came from the
dwarfs' waists to hold her arms and legs to the bed frame as she
lay there, face down on the bed.

Snow White jerked and wriggled furiously, shouting with her arms
thrashing around - as far as the dwarfs' belts allowed: 'Stop it!
Let go of me! You beasts! Not fair! Let me go! You brutes!'

And much more of the same. But the leather belts held her arms
and legs loosely to the bed frame, with her legs spread wide.

In no time, her night-dress was yanked up to give us the full
vision of Snow White's dazzling white body and her beautiful
young bottom with her pink rosebud winking at us from deep
between her cheeks.

Snow White squermed and wrythed on the bed, accentuating her
naked loveliness as she shouted and struggled to escape.

She was a delight to look at, with her soft white skin and smooth
young curves. Her bottom was like many a young girl's: narrow
side-to-side but jutted out firmly and invitingly behind her,
with cheeks that had hollow sides.

In some ways I was sorry for the young girl; No one had ever laid
a finger on her since she had come to us; She was completely
unused to smacks or blows of any kind - She was certainly not
used to being tied down to a bed ready to be spanked by several
rough hands on her bare bottom.

Snow White was shouting with indignation and injured pride, but
that did not stop us at all - We had all had enough!

Teach and Sleepy happened to be each side of her and began
spanking the cheeks of her bottom - first Teach's hand, then
Sleepy's - I had never seen Sleepy so wide awake as now! First
one cheek got a spank, then the other! Young Snow White shouted
and screamed at the top of her voice as the rough work-hardened
hands rose and fell:

SLAP - OW! . . . SLAP - OOW!! . . . SLAP - OOOW!!! . .

When Teach and Sleepy got tired, Happy and Groggy took over and
slapped even more deliberately. Each slap flattened a cheek: Snow
White really had been very unpleasant with both of them -

SLAP! SLAP!! SLAP!!!

There was hardly time for Snow White to yell when the next blow
fell on her tempting round white bottom, although - truth to tell
- by this time her cheeks matched not so much a white lily as a
bright red rose, and Snow White wriggled as hard as she could so
her bottom was jumping all over the place while they spanked it.

Everyone took their turn except me - I just stood and enjoyed the
sight! - and they spanked Snow White hard so she was soon weeping
and shouting her protests at the top of her voice. The noise was
deafening! and it seemed to go on for ever as the color of her
bottom grew more and more like a beetroot!!

Grumpy had been away for a long time and I could not see him
anywhere; I thought that perhaps he felt we were being too severe
with Snow White. But at this point he walked in from outside and
in his hand he had a bunch of supple birch canes.

Before I let him do anything with them I said: 'Wait on a minute.
Everyone turn and look the other way. I need to check the
patient!'

You see, I had my suspicions, but I just wanted to be sure, and
when they had turned away, while Snow White was still pleading:
'Oh! Do stop! I will be good! I'll never be rude to any of you
again! Oh! Nooo!' I slipped my hand between her legs and felt her
cunnie. I was right! She was dripping wet!! She was loving her
spanking!!!

'All right!" I said to Grumpy, "Just try one, not too hard'.

And Grumpy did - he began by laying a supple birch cane across
her scarlet bottom and he pressed down on it so she could see and
feel what was going to happen.

'Noo! Nooo! Nooooo!' she yelled.

But that did not stop Grumpy at all . . .

SWISSSSH - CRACKK !!! The birch cane cut into Snow White's lovely
rounded cheeks, just for a moment, making a deep valley that ran
across her cleft.

Snow White let out an ear-splitting S~C~R~E~E~E~E~A~M~M~M~M to
High Heaven, like you had never heard before . . . . . .

'Just one more!!' I whispered to Grumpy.

He lowered the birch cane and pressed it down hard across her
bottom again . . .

'No! Noo! Nooo!! Nooo! Aghhh!' she shouted at the top of her
voice and wriggled furiously on the bed. She might well have
turned on her side and the cane would have hit her pelvis bone,
and I was glad to see she deliberately chose to have the cane
strike on the cheeks of her lovely firm bottom - - then - - -

SWISSSSH - CRACK!!!! and the birch cane cut deep into Snow
White's tender angelic cheeks once more . . .

She was ~ screaming ~ and ~ sobbing ~ uncontrollably ~ now.

I felt sure she had learned a lesson she would never forget, so I
signaled for Grumpy to stop, and turned and motioned with my
tongue to Licker for him to use his to soothe her burning cheeks.

Now, Licker had got his name from his liking to lick everything
in sight that looked tasty.

Through doing this often every day his tongue had grown so it
could come out thin and narrow, and to near the length of my
hand.

He used his warm moist tongue now to soothe Snow White's bright
red cheeks, dabbing all over them very gently at first, specially
where the birch cane had left its angry weals.

Then he began to slide his hot wet tongue down into the cleft
between Snow White's cheeks.

You could tell from the way her crying quieted and her breathing
changed . . . Licker's tongue was soothing her, soooooooothing
her . . .

Licker worked slowly, all the while making loud noises of licking
and slurping and sucking, until his narrow slippery tongue began
to prize apart the lips of Snow White's little pink rosebud and
slooooooowly slid up into her lovely firm bottom. Licker kept
pulling his tongue out then pushing in again, a little further
each time, until his face was pressed hard against the silky
cushion of her hot red cheeks, and his slippery tongue was
exploring away up inside her bottom.

Snow White blushed red all over and wriggled with delirious
pleasure. And Licker kept on sliding his slippery tongue in and
out and all around Snow White's succulent bottom.

Licker's hand disappeared between Snow White's legs to stroke her
cunnie and soon, with the sensations of his tongue inside her
bottom and her excitement from the spanking and the massaging of
her little clittie, her hips began to jerk in spasms,
uncontrollably, and her breath came in short gasps and she
shouted louder and louder:

'Oooh! Oooooh!! Agggggh!!! Ohhhhhhh!!! Moooooooooore!!!!!' until
she gave a final last shudder and collapsed motionless on the
bed.

We each in turn kissed her 'Good Night!' gently on her hot red
bottom and I dabbed some soothing salve on her tender cheeks,
then we undid the leather belts that had been holding her wrists
and ankles to the bed, and covered her with a sheet and blanket
and left her to sleep for the night.

Licker did not wash his face or his beard before he got into bed
that night, I noticed, nor the next morning. When he thought no
one was looking he would put out his tongue and lick some of the
taste of Snow White that still lingered in his mustache for
several days after, all the time with a dreamy look on his face!

Snow White got up early as usual next morning and made our
breakfast while she moved about stiff and painful, but no one
said anything at all to her about the night before.

After breakfast, I waited up in the dormitory and let the others
go on to the mine, so I could see how Snow White acted after her
spanking when she thought no one was watching.

Was she feeling persecuted and miserable? Or did she act as
though her punishment had been well deserved, with no hard
feelings towards us?

I came softly down with just socks on my feet, about a quarter of
an hour after the others had left, and squinted round the curtain
that was across the foot of the stairs.

Snow White's mind was clearly on other things, and she did not
notice me behind the curtain, even though her face was almost
straight towards me.

She was standing beside the fire and had her hands behind her,
holding the arms of a dining chair to support her weight as she
slowly lowered herself to sit on its hard seat.

Then she lifted her hands so her bottom took her full weight, and
rocked her body slowly back and fore, and side to side.

All the time while Snow White was lowering herself to sit on the
hard chair, then when she rocked herself slowly, her face held an
expectant look with sparkling eyes, only broken by an occasional
grimace caused by a twinge of pain.

Snow White was finding for the first time that sitting on a
freshly spanked bottom felt ***most** delicious . . .

After a minute, Snow White used her hands again, to help herself
stand up, then she enjoyed the pain of lowering her spanked
bottom down onto the hard seat all over again, with lips parted
in breathless rapture.

I had seen all I needed and went quietly back up the stairs
again. I put my boots on, then clumped down in my usual noisy
way.

Snow White had bent over a bowl on the table, and was washing the
breakfast dishes and I just waved to her as I ran out of the door
to catch up with the others.

Snow White was very nice to us after that, for a long time. . .
not so much as if she was a naughty little girl who had been
punished and corrected, but more as if she was a young girl who
had had a deeply satisfying and loving experience . . . with each
of us!"

******

Snow White is Spanked - Often

"We were specially nice to Snow White after her spanking, to show
we bore her no ill will, and she did the same, and all the time
she was doing well at the home- work that Teach set her each day
for when she had spare time.

Winter came and Teach every night went over with Snow White what
she had done: She was learning quickly to read and write, and to
do arithmetic.

The coldest part of winter was coming and we made her a pair of
skates in the forge down at the mine, as a present.

Then there was a day when I had to walk back to the house to
bandage a deep cut on my finger.

As I turned the last bend in the path, there was Snow White on
the pond; The ice was thick and smooth; She was skating most
beautifully and spinning around up in the air before landing and
racing off again, then more jumps and twizzles. While she skated,
she sang a song I'll never forget: 'One day, my Prince will come
. . .'

The same few words, over and over again. It was just like the
singing of a young girl of today, dreaming of a pop idol, who
will come and sweep her off her feet.

Never mind my finger, I clapped my hands and shouted, 'Bravo!
Bravo!!' She blushed scarlet with pleasure, and came over to look
after my cut.

Now I saw why her bottom had come to look even more firm and
rounded: It was what skating had done for her!

It couldn't have been half a year after her spanking that she
started again being critical and rude to us all. I always
suspected she did it deliberately . . . she had found her first
spanking so very exciting that she was hankering after another!

Anyhow, she got more and more bossy again until just what you'd
expect, did happen: she was wagging her finger and trying to tell
Happy that he should have better manners, or something, while she
was standing near his bed . . and pretending to lose his balance,
he fell against her so hard that she fell across the bed . . and
you know very well what happened then . . .

I am quite sure she wanted it to happen, and after they held her
down, and fastened their leather belts to keep her arms and legs
spread wide on the bed, and got her night-dress pulled right up,
she became just as noisy and excited as before with her bottom
bouncing all over the place as we spanked her . . . only this
time after a long blistering spanking from the dwarfs' hard rough
hands, Grumpy gave her ***six** THWACKs with a birch cane:
THWACKKK! OOOOW! . . . THWACKKK! AAAAGH!! . . . THWACKKK!
HEEEELP!!! . . . THWACKKK! EEEEKK!! . . . THWACKKK!
HE-HE-HEEELP!!! . . . THWACKKK! STOPPPPP!!! Then Licker went to
work slurping and sucking her heavenly round bottom, 'to soothe
her'.

He took for ever to ease his long slippery tongue up inside her
lovely bottom; his face pushed hard against her soft hot silky
cheeks while his hand was underneath, massaging her cunnie.

Licker made Snow White even more excited as he kept shoving his
face violently up into her bottom, like a calf ramming with its
nose to get milk from its mother!

Snow White exclaimed every time Licker banged his head against
her bottom:

'Aaaagh! Mooore! Aaaaaagh! Moore!! Aaaaaaaah! Moooore!!! '

Snow White was blushing red all over and she got more and more
excited until her little hips went into spasms of delirious
jerking ecstasy . . .

Licker had to hold onto her firmly to stop his face being bucked
off her bottom. I could see his eyes watering as his nose was
banged again and again by Snow White's tailbone.

But Licker bravely held on and Snow White, shouting wildly, came
to a shattering climax before she collapsed exhausted and
motionless on the bed, arms and legs still held firmly by the
dwarfs' leather belts.

Again, no one said anything about it the next morning, but it
began to be a regular thing as Snow White provoked us more and
more frequently to give her these spankings that brought her such
ecstatic delight . . . and we dwarfs found them wildly exciting
too!!

You see, we weren't at all the cuddly little old men that some
people picture us! - we were small, yes! but not so old and very
virile!

Snow White needed more and more strokes of Grumpy's birch canes
to bring her to a climax as time passed. She twisted and jerked
frantically in every direction and yelled her protests as Grumpy
beat her young round bottom, not to try and escape but from
frenzied ecstasy.

After the first few lashes of the birch rod I would give her 'a
medical inspection' to gauge how many more she should have, then
Grumpy set back to work making more angry weals across her bottom
with the birch rod as she gave excited yells fit to raise the
roof and jerked her sinuous white body around furiously as Grumpy
went on beating her bottom . . . and her juices soaked into the
bed beneath her.

Needless to say we seven bachelors all had our hands in our
pockets during the first spankings and while Licker was massaging
with his tongue away up inside Snow White's bottom, and with his
hand on her cunnie as well. He was massaging himself with his
other hand - and we were all having the time of our lives!! Our
trousers must have been difficult for her to scrub clean
afterwards . . .

But during later spankings we became less bashful and had our
erections standing out openly while we stroked them.

Snow White got even more excited when she saw us doing this.
While Grumpy was beating her bottom with the birch rod her eyes
were sparkling and rolling around as they goggled first at one
masturbating dwarf, then another . . .

She couldn't take her eyes off what we were all doing with our
erections.

Then when Licker finally managed to slide his hot wet tongue into
her tight little bottom and massaged her up inside there while
his hand rubbed against her cunnie and his face was lost between
the cheeks of her scarlet bottom and she rose towards her climax,
she could see our jism shooting out from our rampant weapons in
all directions and Snow White just went berserk in her final
delirious ecstasy.

The sight of eight orgasms all happening at the same time had to
be seen to be believed! It's the wildest thing I've ever known!

From my medical checkups I knew we were doing nothing to damage
her hymen and she was still a virgin.

Snow White herself was in the prime of health all this time. She
almost seemed to need these hard and regular spankings, followed
by her wild orgasm, for her general well-being!"

Walt had made quick sketches of every step of Snow White's
punishment face-down on the bed, from the first stripping of her
clothes or night-dress that left her naked and wriggling as she
pleaded and protested, wrists and ankles held with leather belts
fastened to the bed-frame . . .

To the spanking of her divine bottom by the dwarfs' rough hard
hands . . .

Then the stripes that were cut by Grumpy across her scarlet
bottom with a birch rod as they each one for a moment made a deep
valley in the firm flesh of Snow White's bottom . . .

Then Licker starting to slide his long thin tongue in between her
sore red cheeks . . .

And finally a sketch of Licker with his face pressing hard into
her heavenly bottom and his hand down between her legs stroking
her cunnie, while Snow White turns to look over her shoulder at
the dwarfs behind her, her face showing wild ecstasy as she sees
each dwarf engrossed and lubricious, squirt his jism across the
room from his stiff ram rod, while Snow White yells wantonly in
her climax.

Never before had Walt captured riotous scenes of orgy in such a
life-like manner with drawings that would have aroused a stone
statue let alone any person who looked at them, whether they were
man, woman or old-age pensioner.

******

Doc Attends to Snow White

"One morning, when we came downstairs, Snow White had lit the
fire but had got no further: She was lying beside it, collapsed
on the floor. Her face was flushed and her forehead was hot: She
had a fever. We carried her bed down to the ground floor, and we
laid Snow White on it so I could care for her.

As the others left they wished Snow White a quick recovery, and I
said goodbye to them at the door. I went back into the cottage
then and helped Snow back into her nightdress, and checked her
over from top to toe as she lay on her bed.

She had no swellings anywhere, which was good, but I needed to
know just how bad her fever was, so I dug out the fever-tester
from my medicine drawers.

I had made this tester for body heat some years before and find
it a great help in these cases: it is like a metal cigar tube,
made of gold, and I slide the rounded end deep into the patient's
bottom. The tube is about as thick around as your middle finger,
and near twice as long.

Down into the open end of the tube I slide a gold slug on the end
of a wooden rod; After it's been in there for a few minutes, I
pull out the rod and pop the slug into my mouth, and I feel with
my tongue just how hot the patient's body is. It's a wonderfully
sensitive way to test for body heat.

When the singing of the others had finally died away in the
distance as they went off to their work in the mine, and I had
finished examining her, I had Snow White turn over on her face
while I pushed a couple of pillows under her middle to raise her
bottom up in the air, then I pulled up her night-dress to uncover
her beautiful skater's cheeks. They looked so adorable, with
their clear white unblemished skin: it was difficult to believe
that anything could be wrong with her!

I first arranged the sheet so that only her bottom was uncovered:
"We must make sure you don't catch a chill", I said, 'We'll keep
you covered up as much as we can'.

Covering Snow White as much as possible was nothing to do with
catching a chill, of course: You must try not to offend a young
girl's sense of modesty when you treat her as I planned to do, or
she will not cooperate!

I showed Snow White the tube that I was going to slide into her
bottom, so she wouldn't be upset when I did it, and explained how
it would help me to make the fever go away.

'Oh! It looks very big!' she said, but her eyes lit up all the
same as she saw the gold tube.

'I am going to use this gold nugget first, and it will gently
open the way in' I said, showing her a tapered rod of solid gold.

One end was round and about the size of a pea and the rod got
thicker from there, up to the size of the hollow tube.

'I'll be very gentle, my dear. I won't let it hurt you. Don't
worry. I expect you will like the feel of it! Most of my patients
do!' I said to relax her.

This gold plug looked as though its surface was wavy. In fact,
the 'waves' on the surface were shallow grooves winding around
the rod. They made the gold cone work like a cork screw: If you
turned it one way, the plug tried to move forward, into her
bottom; Turn it back the other way, and it moved back out! 'Tried
to move', because most of the time it just went round and round
without moving further in, and just gave a pleasant feeling.

I put this solid gold plug into warm water for a minute, and took
it out and tested the heat on my lips, then melted plenty of
fresh cooking fat on the tapered end. I stood up and got my head
right over Snow White's bare bottom. Like many young girls, her
hips were narrow, side to side, but her cheeks stood up
invitingly behind her, with orbs that pressed tightly together.

I separated her cheeks with the fingers of one hand, while with
the other hand I slid the tapered plug down into the deep cleft
between them until the small end, the size of a pea, touched her
pink little rosebud lips.

'Now, I'm going to press gently while I turn this gold plug round
. . . and back again . . . round . . and back again . . . round
and . . . Ah! It's starting to slide into your bottom!'

'Oo! Ooo! Oooooo! It's nice and warm!' she cooed. 'No one will
come in will they? I don't want anyone watching! It would be so
embarrassing!'

'No, my dear, just relax; they are all working at the mine.
There's just us two alone together; no one will disturb us all
day! Now, try and push your bottom up towards me . . .'

'That's it! That helps the plug to slide further into your
bottom! Now we'll just take a rest here, while you get used to
the gold plug being this far in. I'll move it a little from side
to side... now out a bit . . . and back in again'.

The gold plug was going into her bottom pointing in the direction
of her head, so it was sliding in exactly along the line of her
rectum . . . and I was taking it very slowly so it would not be
in any way unpleasant to her . . . just the opposite, in fact.

The warm slippery gold plug, pulling itself into her bottom as I
turned it, provided a sensual pleasure that was heavenly to a
young girl.

You see, I needed to slide the heat-tester into her bottom two or
three times a day until she was right through this fever, so I
wanted to make sure she really enjoyed me doing it, though it
would have been too much to expect Snow White ever to admit that
she liked it even just a little!

I wriggled the plug around some more inside her bottom, to get
her really comfortable with having it there. The weight of the
solid gold cone helped it to go in nearly on its own!

'Now, let's go on if you are ready, so this slides well in. It's
really going to help me treat your fever so you get over it
quickly! . . . I'm pushing gently and turning it . . . Now I turn
it the other way and it comes out a bit . . . Now push and turn
again, a little further in this time . . . I can warm it again if
you like?'.

Snow White nodded her head eagerly, so I took the heavy conical
plug right back out again. I wiped it clean of grease and dropped
the plug into fresh hot water, while she watched closely
everything I was doing!

After a minute I took the plug out of the warm water and tested
the metal against my lips: just the right heat! A quick coat of
cooking fat and I spread Snow White's lovely white cheeks again
and slid the gold plug down into her cleft and onto her beautiful
pink rosebud lips once more.

This time, as I turned the plug and gently pushed on it, the
entry into her bottom was easier, and Snow White gasped with
pleasure as the freshly-heated heavy metal cone began to slide
effortlessly, lubriciously into her bottom.

I had almost stretched her entrance enough, so I only had to turn
the plug a little more to take it in that last little bit . . .
and soon her bottom held all of the plug right up to the place
where it was a uniform thickness, before it got much larger to
stop it going too far in.

'Now your opening is wide enough for the tube to go into your
bottom smoothly! Let's hold the plug there and move it around a
little so you get completely comfortable with it', and I slid the
heavy gold cone in and out and moved it up and down and side to
side.

'If you are ready now, Snow my dear, we'll slide the gold tube
into your bottom?'.

'Mmmmmmmmm!', came the answer!

'All right . . we'll dip the tube into the warm water . . . and
we'll dry it . . . test it with my lips to make sure it's warm
enough . . . and put some stuff on so it will slide easy . . now
we gently pull out the cone . . . and sliiiiiide in the gold
tube. You see how nice it feels?'

'Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!', came from Snow White again!

'I'll just hold it there for a minute while you get used to it',
and I wriggled the tube around gently inside her bottom, as I
felt for how far the tube could slide into her bottom.

And I was surprised by how far the gold tube went in!

Licker must have pushed hard with his tongue inside her there on
the several times he got to do it, and pulled her colon free of
its moorings inside her, so it now gave a long straight passage
up into her bottom! I saw Snow White was getting quite wet on the
pillows underneath her middle, which was good: it meant she would
look forward to the next time I needed to do this!

'Now, this is where I would like you to lie quite still for a few
minutes, Snow!', and I slid the gold slug attached to the wood
rod into the tube in her bottom.

I was holding the long gold tube all the way into her bottom with
one hand as it rested on her cheeks, and with the other hand I
moved the stick in and out, tapping the gold slug against the far
end of the tube, deep inside her bottom.

It wasn't really necessary to do this tapping at all, you
understand, but it gave Snow White wild sensations, as her slight
gasps and moans told me, and it made her enjoy even more what I
was doing - the patient's cooperation is absolutely essential for
this whole method of treatment to work, you see!

After I thought the tube and gold slug had reached the heat deep
inside her body, I pulled the wood out with the gold slug on the
end, and quickly popped it into my mouth, while Snow White
watched me.

The gold slug was about as long as the first two joints of your
little finger, so it held the heat of the inside of her bottom
very well, and long practice had taught me to judge the severity
of a fever from pressing the gold slug against my tongue.
'Let's do that again, Snow White, just to make certain . . . I'll
pop it back into your bottom again while you hold still for a few
minutes again!', and I slid the wood rod with the gold slug back
down into the gold tube that was deep inside her bottom, and held
the tube firmly with one hand while it pressed on her bottom.

I banged the slug around against the end of the tube again, and I
could see Snow White getting ever more excited as I did so . . .
Then I pulled it out and popped the gold slug into my mouth again
to feel the heat away inside her bottom.

It felt the same as before: She was not dangerously hot!

'Snow, my dear, with the fever you have, you must stay in bed
today,' I told her. 'I'll put a jug of water beside you and you
must drink plenty of it'.

'Tell me whenever you want to use the chamber pot as I want to
help you in and out of bed'.

'Now, I'll need to test again how hot you are at about mid-day.
It will be easier to do that if you keep a plug like this in your
bottom while you sleep', and I held up a shiny plug made from
deer antler about the thickness of the gold tube.

But this plug was shorter than the gold one I had used first, and
it narrowed to a waist near one end, which her lips would grip
and stop it sliding out again.

'We'll find the gold tube slides into you again quite easily,
later, if you keep this in your bottom between times. I'll slide
it in and you will find it just sits in place and you can forget
about it while you sleep!'

I slowly pulled the gold tube out of Snow White's bottom, and
slid the smooth greased antler plug into her. Her lips closed and
gripped at the place where the thickness sank down into a waist,
near one end, and that made sure the plug would not slip out
while she slept.

'Now, I'll get you one of the animal picture books that you like,
and you can read it softly to yourself until you feel like
sleeping.

'I'll be over here by the fire reading: just tell me if there's
anything you want! Are you comfortable for now?' I asked as I
pulled her night-dress down again over her finely-sculpted bottom
and covered her with the sheet and blankets.

'Yes, I'm all right, thank you Doc', she said faintly, 'You are
good to me!', and I could see Snow White wriggling under the
bedclothes, the better to enjoy the feel of having the antler
plug filling her bottom . . .

Her eyes were soon closed and she slept".

******

Doc Attends to Snow White Some More

"Snow White was restless as she slept on her bed near the fire
and turned from side to side, while the time ticked away.

Then, even as she slept, Snow White's breathing turned to short
gasps that got deeper and deeper and her face became quite red
while her hips squirmed around and jerked in all directions under
the bedclothes. I could see the excitement of the deer-antler
plug in her bottom was bringing on an orgasm even while she slept
and her frenzied movements got wilder and wilder until she was
finally racked by a deep and shuddering sigh, then slept
motionless once more.

Snow White's breathing was deep and regular as I sat beside the
fire reading. Then after an hour or so she was lying on her side
and her legs began to twitch, like a dog that dreams of chasing a
rabbit . . . or of being chased by something big and frightening!

She turned onto her stomach and her movements became more and
more violent as she thumped on the pillow with her fists and
jerked her hips up and down on the bed and cried out in her
sleep, softly at first then louder and louder until she woke and
shouted 'Help! Help!!'

I had moved quickly and was right beside her, ready to hold her
down: With the antler horn plug deep in her bottom, she might
hurt herself if she tried to sit up.

As Snow White felt my hands on her shoulders to stop her from
sitting up she shouted:

'Oh! Doc!! He was beating me and I couldn't get away! All over my
bottom with a stick!! Oh, it hurt terribly!! Ohhh!!' and she
flung her arms around me and hugged me tight, weeping.

I calmed her as best I could, stroking her, soothing her and
saying: "There-there! It's all over. He's not here any more!
You're safe with me now!"

And slowly Snow White stopped her sobbing and looked up at me
smiling: 'Doc! You are lovely! I feel so safe! It's funny, though
-he hurt me a lot as he beat my bare bottom with a stick, but
Doc, can I tell you something strange, and you not tell anyone
else?'

I nodded: 'Of course you can Snow, and whatever you say is secret
with me.'

'Well' she said, 'He hurt me a lot . . . but, Doc, I liked it!! I
don't know how to explain it: it hurt me and I liked it at the
same time!! I felt I deserved it! And it gave me a strange
tingling feeling between my legs and I still have it! Doc . . .
do you think I'm going mad? Will they take me away and lock me up
in a lunatic place for ***liking** a beating?!'

'Snow White' I said, 'you are certainly not the first girl to
feel like that about being spanked or beaten! In fact, it's
really quite exciting that you do feel this way: you are sure to
have a lot of fun in your life!

'You will meet all sorts of wild and caring people . . . like the
men and women who would ***love** to give you a caning, the way
Grumpy does when you need it . . . Don't think any more about it
for now, though . . .

'Much more important: you seem very hot and I think that you are
a bit delirious. Tell me, how does your fever feel?'

'I am hot, Doc, and I'm feeling so tired!' she replied.

'Well we need to see ***how** hot, Snow, my dear. Turn over on
your tummy again so we can find out . . . here, I'll slip these
pillows under your middle . . . and I'll slide the gold tube back
into your bottom . .'

I lifted her nightdress and saw her cheeks were now quite pink
with her warmth. 'Now I'll pull the ivory plug out . . . gently',
as I wiggled it around inside her bottom.

'Gently', as I pulled it carefully and wiggled it and pulled
again, 'And . . . there it is!!'

I had the hot water and the gold tube ready and tested the tube
on my lips before coating it with cooking fat. Then I separated
Snow White's cheeks with one hand and slid the tube right down
into her narrow cleft and onto her pink rosebud lips.

'Now, I'm going to push gently . . . and move it around, side to
side, up and down, side to side, . . . and iiiiiiin it slides . .
. back a bit . . and iiiin again . . . back a bit and iiiiiinnnn.
That's all the way in now!! Does that feel comfortable?'

Snow White nodded and smiled at the deeply sensuous feeling from
the warm gold tube up inside her bottom, and I wiggled it around
gently to pleasure her more.

'Now, I slide the gold nugget into the tube!' as I plopped it in
and began to tap the gold nugget against the end of the tube.

She felt the little hammer blows right up inside her bottom and
smiled at the voluptuous feelings I knew it gave her! I could see
the pillow under her middle start to be wetted and her cheeks
reddened even more.

After a little while I pulled the gold nugget out of the tube and
quickly put it in my mouth while she watched me closely.

Snow White's fever was raging hot!

'Snow' I said, 'You have become very hot, and we must cool you
down! The best way is with cold water right up inside you . . .
I've got the things we need . . . it's a bag that we hang up here
beside your bed . . . and I replace the gold tube with this one
that's at the end of the pipe from the bag . . . there . . . it
slides in easily, doesn't it?'

I'd made the irrigation bag and tube, thank goodness, when we
dwarfs went down with fevers a few years ago. I had used parts
from the insides of a goat and ended it with a tube of hollow
bone to slide up into the patient's bottom; this had a small
bladder on the end that I blew up once it was inside her bottom
to keep the tube from sliding out again.

'Now, turn and lie on your side and I'll take away the pillows .
. . we pour cold water into the bag and it runs up inside you . .
.' Snow White pulled a face at the shock of the cold water up
inside her. 'Yes, I know it's very cold . . . it has to be to
cool you down! . . . that's filling you nicely . . . there, we
leave it for some time to cool you . . . I'll massage your tummy
. . . and the water runs further into you' I said, and pressed
one hand against her bottom while my other hand rubbed her
bulging stomach.

'Now I lower the bag and the water runs right out of you into the
bucket on the floor.'

'Oh! That does feel nice!! Can you do it again, Doc?'

'Surely! We pour cold water into the bag again and it runs down
into your bottom and cools your whole body . . . '

I continued for nearly an hour, filling Snow White's bottom with
cold water and letting it drain out of her again. While the water
stayed for several minutes each time in her bottom, I held her
between a hand on her bottom and my other hand on her stomach as
I massaged her and helped the cold water to run right up inside
her and cool her well.

Her skin began to return from pink to white again as she cooled
down, and she kept murmuring: 'Oh! That's lovely Doc! Oh! That's
lovely. Ooooh!'

Nothing leaked out and not a drop of water got onto the bed
sheets all this time. After Snow White seemed cool enough I said:
'I am going to take out this tube and put the ivory plug back
into your bottom and let you sleep again, Snow White' I said, and
did just that.

Snow White woke again, of her own accord, at about four o'clock,
and remembered what I had said about not sitting up. 'Oh, Doc!'
she said, 'I am much much better! I feel really cool now!!'

'Turn on your side and rest on your elbow, Snow, and have a drink
of water . . you've perspired a lot today and need to make it up.
. . Good, now let me test how hot you really are: these feelings
can be misleading, you know!'

'There, turn over on your tummy . . . that's it! . . . now the
pillows . . . and I'll take the antler plug out of your bottom
again, I'll wriggle it gently from side to side . . . up and down
. . . side to side . . . there - it's coming out easily!

'Now I slide the gold tube into your bottom . . . It's starting
to go in easily now, isn't it? . . . Out a bit and iiinnnnn again
. . . out and iiinnnnn as far as it will go! . . . there, is that
comfortable? . . . good!' as she nodded and gave me a shy smile.

I put the rod with the gold slug into the tube which I held with
one hand as it pressed down onto the cheeks of her bottom, and
tapped the rod with the gold slug against the end of the tube
that was up inside her, making little shock waves that I could
see were getting Snow White excited again.

By the time I removed the rod with the gold nugget, she already
was starting to wet the pillows, which was a good sign, and I
slipped the gold slug into my mouth. Snow White's fever had
passed!!!!

I tidied everything up before the others returned from their work
at the mine: they never did know what I did with Snow White to
get her over her fever . . . and she certainly was not going to
tell!

Following my orders, Snow White did little the next few days but
quickly regained her strength and got back to her full daily load
of work.

She did, though, occasionally have some recurrence of fever; she
would tell me before I went off to the mine with the others in
the morning that she felt hot and feverish and ask if I would
please stay and check how hot she was . . . .

She seemed particularly to like the first time I twisted and
worked the warm solid gold cone-shaped plug into her bottom; She
wriggled and made little moaning noises and smiled a lot as I
slooooowly turned the plug so it drew itself into her bottom,
then backed it out again, then tuuuuuurned it some more, then out
again, then riiiiiight in up to the thickest part of the plug.

Then I moved the heavy gold cone from side to side, out and in
again, round and round, so Snow White would become thoroughly
happy with it there.

When I had replaced the heavy gold cone in her bottom by the gold
tube, and followed it with the gold slug on the end of the wooden
rod, and tapped the gold slug up against the end of the tube,
like a little hammer, she was smiling again and wriggling with
pleasure in anticipation of more!

I always found she was 'Hot and need to rest in bed, with the
deer-antler plug in your bottom so it will be easier to put the
tube in again when you wake up' and she would be restless under
the bed-covers and become agitated and thrash around with the
smooth antler plug in her bottom and she had an ecstatic orgasm
as I sat reading by the fire.

Snow White invariably awakened shouting for me to come and saying
a giant had been beating her - and on later occasions saying that
the giant had ravished her, up inside her bottom - but she always
remembered what I had said about never to sit up while the
deer-antler plug was in her bottom.

Snow White wanted me to hold her tight and comfort her when she
woke up all excited like this, as she asked "Am I bad for having
have such dreams?"

And I would say: 'No, my dear! Many girls, and boys too, have
such dreams, and some really and truly do things like that to
each other, and they live very very exciting and happy lives
together while they do these things too!'

Then I would find she was 'very hot' and needed to be cooled with
cold water right up inside her bottom, and I would bring out the
tube to do it with, and press with one hand against her bottom
and massage her tummy with my other hand to help the cold water
to go right up inside her bottom.

On later occasions, I got in the way at the end of her treatment
of sliding a rather thicker antler plug into her bottom, one that
also had more length to stick out of her bottom below the narrow
waist that the lips of her rosebud would grip on. Then I again
pulled her nightdress down over her lily-white bottom and brought
the covers up over her so she could rest and sleep again.

Snow White learned to use her hand to hold the end of the longer
antler plug and wiggle it around inside her bottom and move it in
and out and rub her clitty until she gasped and moaned enough to
bring down the house . . . then she lay and fell into a restless
sleep with twitching, exciting dreams . . .

But these later fevers were no way as severe as that first one
and I suspected Snow White may even have partly feigned them so
as to enjoy the feeling of the warm gold plug as it slowly eased
open the way into her bottom; and the heavy gold slug as it
banged against the end of the gold tube up inside her bottom; and
the cold water that filled her until her tummy bulged tight; and
the long polished antler plug which I slid into her bottom and
she could hold and move around until she gave herself a
delirious, ecstatic orgasm."

******

Conclusion

Doc sat on the log in the sunlight of the forest glade, filled
his pipe and got the tobacco burning well, then went on: "It was
the third summer that Snow White had spent with us and she grew
more and more rude and critical of us again, until we all felt
she had to be taken in hand and spanked once more.

It somehow happened that she had always been standing in the
dormitory next to a bed, before each of her spankings, when she
was suddenly pushed down onto the bed and tied to it with leather
belts from the dwarfs' waists.

This time, though, it was a warm summer evening and Snow White's
insults finally brought the dwarfs to breaking point when they
were all standing just inside the open door of the cottage, near
a backless couch.

You've guessed already what happened, I'm sure: Snow White
suddenly landed face down on the couch and her clothes were
stripped from her by angry dwarfs while she was all the time
shouting defiance.

Her wrists and ankles were quickly bound to the frame of the
couch with the dwarfs' leather belts, so the naked young girl lay
face-down with her arms and legs spread apart and tethered, and
she was completely at their mercy.

The dwarfs were all beside themselves with rage at the rude and
cutting remarks from this child with clear white skin like a
china doll, with not a hair on her anywhere of course except her
raven black head, and they layed into the firmly rounded cheeks
of her bottom which appeared at the start as though made of
delicate white porcelain, each using the full strength of his
miner's muscles.

Snow White screamed and yelled as her bottom changed from white
to pink to red to deep scarlet. Then Grumpy appeared with
fresh-cut switches from the birch trees outside.

Snow White pleaded:

'NO!!! STOP!!! YOU'LL KILL ME!!! I DID NOT MEAN IT!!! HELP!!!'

But to no avail: Grumpy began by pressing a switch firmly down
against her red and bruised cheeks. Then he raised it and brought
the birch down hard so it sank deep into her flesh and left an
angry weal across her tender bottom.

Snow White let out an anguished scream of tortured pain that rang
through the cottage and out into the forest, and continued to
yell until her lungs were empty.

Her arms and legs were not held as tight-stretched as usual, as
the couch was narrow, and she used her elbows and knees to push
her body up and down in the air to cool herself before she
thumped back down on the couch again, and took the next cut from
the birch switch on her lovely young bottom.

Her agonized yells of pain after each cut from the birch rod
continued as her body leapt from the couch and wrythed and
wriggled in the air before she flopped back down on the couch
again, ready for the next cut . . .

Then Grumpy gave her another swipe and buried the birch rod once
again deep in her firm round bottom, and Snow White's agonized
yells were repeated.

Grumpy continued to beat Snow White until her bottom was a
network of angry red weals, and I motioned him to stop.

Then I gestured to Licker with my tongue and he went to work and
soothed Snow White's burning flesh with his skillful tongue. This
calmed her and he began to slide his long narrow tongue up inside
her ravishing bottom which soon had her moaning in erotic
delight.

We dwarfs had all eased out our rampant yards and stood stroking
them so Snow White could see the delight she was giving us.

She began to jerk in spasms, as far as the tight leather belts on
her arms and legs would let her, and cried out as ecstasy gripped
her.

It was during Snow White's final surge of wanton lust and orgasm,
as she was shouting deliriously:

'More! Aaaaagh!! Moooore!!! Aaaaaaagh! Moooooooooooore!!!'

It was just then that the young Prince strode in through the door
of our cottage, attracted I'm sure by Snow White's wild shouting.

He was a handsome young man about eighteen and wore a steel
breastplate bearing his coat of arms, with a sword at his side.

He quickly saw what was happening, with Snow White's red and
beaten bottom showing the stripes of the birch rod and Licker's
face pressed hard up into it, and the rest of us standing and
goggling with our rampant members shooting out their jism!

Snow White was shouting her head off in ecstatic joy:

'Aaaagh! Moore! Aaaaaagh! Mooooore!! Aaaaaaaagh! Moooooore!!!'

Then she shuddered and collapsed as though fainted, when the
Prince marched forward, pulled Licker from where his face seemed
to be glued to Snow White's red-hot bottom, and his tongue made a
'pop' as it came out from the tight firm grip of her narrow
tunnel, like the cork coming from a wine bottle.

The Prince flipped open the buckles of the leather belts and
removed them from her arms and legs, then gathered Snow White up
in his arms, crushing the chest of the naked young girl against
his cold steel breast plate.

He grabbed a large wool rug from the couch and wrapped it around
her, threw a purse of gold to me, and strode out to his horse
carrying Snow White with him, shouting:

'That is no way to treat a young girl! I am taking her from you!'

The cool of the evening woke Snow White enough to sit where the
Prince placed her, facing forward with her legs astride the
horse's saddle and gripping its pommel while he mounted to sit
himself behind her in the saddle, and carried her off, giving her
as they went the fond and manly cuddles, kisses and caresses that
she had never before received but had dreamed of for so long.

The nursery books do have it right, we know, when they show
pictures of the Prince riding off with Snow White on his charger,
like this.

What they don't say, and what the story-tellers in the bazaars of
the East have always known: The Prince had become uncontrollably
aroused by the scene in the dwarfs' cottage and as soon as he sat
behind Snow White in the saddle, he bared his member, which stood
rampant, as we all saw, pressing hotly against her bare back.

The young Prince was strong and had broad shoulders: He took Snow
White's waist in his two hands and lifted her, saying:

'Put your hands down onto my legs my sweet girl, and lower
yourself gently so I slide up into you!'

Snow White propped herself up with her arms, and leaned back
against the Prince's cold steel breastplate. His hand went down
to guide his rigid member, while his other arm around her waist
helped to support Snow White.

Licker had done his work well, and as the Prince lowered Snow
White gently, his truncheon began to slide up into her bottom.

'Oh! You are big! Bigger than anything before, Prince!'

'I will hold you, dear one, and lift you a bit, my love'

'Do try again, dear Prince! It is lovely! I like it well!!

'There . . . It is in further now.

'Do stop moving again so I get used to your great size!

'That's good! Now out again, please . . . Now go in more!'

'Dear love, you are so tight on me! Are you really all right?'

'My cheeks hurt dreadfully after the cane, but do go in more!

'That's lovely!!

'Go in as far as you can now! Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!

'I think you are right up into me now, dear Prince!

'You completely fill me! I can hardly breathe!

'You are wonderful ! ! !'

'My dear beautiful love! I will start my horse to move slowly
while we stay together as one. Do you wish to turn and wave
farewell to the ones you were living with?'

Snow White looked round towards us and waved with a look of bliss
on her sweet face and moving her hips in new-found ecstasy, while
Prince wrapped the rug around her warmly and the horse gradually
quickened his walk on the trail into the forest.

Before we lost sight of them, the horse had begun a gentle trot
which lifted the riders in the air at every step. The Prince's
rigid member must have thrust up into Snow White's young bottom
each time, ramming into her like a piston, then withdrawing a bit
. . then ramming up into her again . . .

They can't have gone further than Snow White's skating pond when
we heard in the distance her familiar:

'Aaaagh! Moore! Aaaaaagh! Mooooore!! Aaaaaagh! Moooooore!!!'

And this time joined by a man's voice:

'Dear love! Oooooh! Dear love ! ! Oooooooooh! Dear love ! ! !'

Then silence.

I visited the castle some years later, and the Prince's horse
told me everything that happened after they left our cottage. He
had heard a lot of what happened inside the castle too, from the
stable boys.

After that first delirious ecstasy for them both, the Prince had
stopped his horse while they held each other long and lovingly.

'Give me a kiss, dear one!'

'A kiss? Pray what is a kiss dear Prince?'

'You know not what is a kiss? I will show you, my love!'

'I like it when you do that, dear Prince. Let me do it to you!'

'Dear love, you are exciting me again with your kisses! We must
move on towards the castle!', and he made his horse to canter on
along the trail.

'My sweet, we must stop by this brook: My horse has been long
without water. Let us dismount and sit on your blanket while we
let him take his fill.'

They spread the rug on the ground while the horse enjoyed a rest
and drank from the small stream. The Prince took Snow White in
his arms and kissed her long and deep. His hand went between her
legs and fondled her cunnie while he asked:

'Dear love, tell me your name and how you came to be with the
seven dwarfs?'

'It happened a long time ago: I was very young and I remember a
woodcutter was shouting at me to run far into the forest or I
would die and I ran and I kept falling and bruising and cutting
myself, and I ran on it seemed for hours until I saw a cottage
with smoke coming from the chimney and I beat on the door with my
sore hands.

'The dwarfs let me in and they took care of me, and they gave me
the name of Snow White because my skin was so pale.

'They taught me to cook the game they caught, with vegetables in
the ways they liked, and I washed their clothes and I kept the
cottage clean.

'One of them taught me to read and write and do arithmetic. We
sometimes sang and danced to the music that Grumpy made with his
organ and I was very happy with them.

'But then a strange change came over me and every day I got more
and more rude to the dwarfs, and in the end they spanked me for
it with their hands on my bare bottom and with birch rods too.

'Well, dear Prince, you will not believe this, but I enjoyed
being spanked by them! And it wasn't long before I was being rude
to them quite often, so they spanked me again and again, and used
the birch rods more and more to beat me on my bare bottom.'

'Snow White my love, if you are ever rude to me, I will spank you
too! Don't ever forget that will you, dear Snow?!'

'Indeed dear Prince; I would expect nothing else! And do you have
a name beside Prince that I may use?'

'Please call me John, dear Snow. Of all my names, that is the one
I like best!'

By this time the Prince had slid a finger into her cunnie:

'Dear Snow, you are slippery down here so I know you like the
feel of this, but no one has done this before, have they? Because
the way is blocked!'

'I like it dearly, but not near as much as when you slid yourself
up into my bottom on the horse, dear John.'

'Come, turn over on the rug sweet Snow. Lie on your face and I
will slide myself up into you again!'

When the Prince had moved the blanket over to a soft patch of
docken leaves on a hump in the ground to make Snow White
comfortable as she lay face down on it with her bottom bent over
the hump, he bared his rigid member once again, ready to lay
himself atop the naked young girl.

'Pray, dear John, would you not think to remove that tin can from
round your chest before you lie on top of a naked young girl who
you say you like?'

'Do you make to reprove me, a Prince? You insolent wench! I will
teach you to speak more respectful! Stretch your arms above your
head and hold the branch there on the ground, and do not dare to
move them!'

Prince John drew his sword and pressed the broad side down onto
Snow's firm white bottom, bent up towards him over the hump in
the ground. She knew what was coming and shouted:

'No! No John! Stop! I am sorry I was rude!"'

SLAPPPP came the broad side of the cold steel, down onto Snow's
tender young cheeks, on that warm summer evening in the forest
glade.

'OOOOOOOH!! THAT HURTS!!!' Snow had never been spanked before
with a steel sword.

SLAPPP SLAPPP SLAPPP SLAPPPP SLAPPP . . . the blows from the
sword rained down and flattened Snow's round cheeks again and
again with no pause for her to cry out.

But John soon stopped: He could not bring himself to wait longer
and threw himself down on top of the lovely naked young Snow
White, breast-plate and all.

His rock-hard truncheon slid easily up into Snow, helped by his
slippery jism from when they were in the saddle, although the
whole way in was no less narrow and tight than before, and her
tight young bottom gripped his rigid member firmly along its
whole length, like a clamp.

'Hmmmmmmmmmmmm! That's lovely dear John,' she cooed, 'Do stay
still like that so I enjoy you deep inside me! It feels specially
good after your spanking with cold steel!

'Do you forgive me now, dear John, for being rude to you?'

'Darling Snow! I love the scent of your hair!' burying his face
down into her black locks, 'You hold me with such a tight grip I
find it hard not to lose everything straight away! Yes, of course
I forgive you dear Snow . . . this time!'

'Oh John! I am becoming excited again just like on your horse! I
can not stop it!' and she jerked her bottom up towards him again
and again.

'More! Harder! Push into me! Moore!! Moooore!!! Aaaaaah! You are
lovely, dear sweet Prince!'

The Prince pushed his battering ram in and out of her sweet
bottom, and soon felt his hot jism shooting up into the naked
Snow's tight young bottom while her body squermed and wrythed in
ecstasy beneath his weight.

They lay a long time locked together in their hot love and lust,
then the Prince lifted himself and turned Snow in his arms to
face him:

'My dear sweet Snow, we have not been with each other more than a
few hours, but I know already: I love you, I want you, I need
you, and I will do anything to have you, to marry me and be my
wife so I can go on loving you for ever and ever, darling Snow
White!

'Dear sweet lovely Snow, do you love me enough to say Yes? Please
say you will marry me so we never need to part?'

'Dearest John! I love you! I love you!! I love you!!!

'I will love for us to be married and be together for ever.

'You will need to have me taught the ways of the castle that you
live in, and I will learn fast. I have a will of my own
sometimes, as you know, and you must promise to spank me to make
me behave properly whenever I need it, so my behavior never
disgraces you!

'Will you promise me that, dear John?'

'Promise to spank you whenever you need it? Yes my dear sweet
Snow, and sometimes even when you don't need it, just for fun!

'Oh! Snow, you make me so happy, I could dance for joy, but
instead . . .'

John rolled Snow over onto her tummy and started to spank her
lovely young bottom again with the flat of his sword, to the
music of Snow White's shouts of pain and joy.

Not for long though:

'Come my wife-to-be. There will be plenty of time for that once
we are married! Let us get back on my horse and make for the
castle. The King and my mother the Queen will be wondering where
I am all this time.'

They mounted and Prince John wrapped the blanket warmly around
Snow White. Once they were moving again along the trail towards
the castle, John told Snow why he never took off his breastplate
and sword in the forest: Wayside robbers sometimes attacked
travelers there -though his horse had been certain to warn them
as they lay on the blanket, in time for him to jump up, sword in
hand to defend her.

They passed a cottage and saw in the moonlight that laundry was
still hanging out on a line, which someone must have forgotten to
take in at nightfall, (just as Snow herself had often forgotten
to do with the dwarfs' laundry!)

A girl's dress was hanging there: Prince John rode up quietly and
took it from the line, and dropped a gold piece into the pocket
of another garment there.

A short distance further, and they dismounted while Snow White
put the dress on: It looked as if made for her, and her
appearance was almost respectable to the King and Queen when
later they arrived at the castle.

The deep love Prince John and Snow White felt for each other was
clear to the King and the Queen, and Snow White quickly learned
the ways of the castle while preparations were being made for
their wedding.

Snow White rapidly became an expert horse-woman, and Prince John
greatly liked seeing his eleven-year-old wife-to-be dressed for
it, and moving gracefully as she took her mount over jumps, with
a riding crop all the time in her hand.

Prince John showed Snow White the King's library too, and they
explored the shelves together. Not all the books were serious:
There were some with drawings of people doing wild things, and
one picture that showed a knight on horseback holding a young
maiden with her bare bottom up in front of him, ready to lower
her down onto his rampant member - "That's where I got the idea!"
laughed Prince John, and Snow White giggled.

Their wedding was an occasion of great joy to all the kingdom.

The Prince knew, from what he'd seen the dwarfs doing with Snow
White, how to raise her to a fever pitch of excitement with
spanking and caning and his tongue, and often used her own riding
crop on her bare bottom as well, before his let his rampant
member even touch her.

They never lost the pleasure of crying aloud in the throes of
their bedroom ecstasies, and the walls of the whole castle echoed
their joy, for all to hear.

It was only some years later that Prince John showed Snow White
other ways to make love. But she could never forget her first
ecstasy as he lifted her up from the saddle of his horse and
lowered her slowly to impale her sore and beaten bottom on his
rigid yard, and she sometimes asked him to put on his cold steel
breastplate and repeat on the large rocking-horse in their
bedroom all the things he had done with her on that Summer
evening in the forest.

They lived most happily ever after, as the Prince taught Snow
White, ready for when he would become King, to be his Queen and
rule the kingdom together. Many were the ecstatic spankings and
canings and lickings she enjoyed from her Prince before their
wild love-makings together."

As Walt put the finishing touches to his last quick series of
sketches of Prince John and Snow White while they reveled in
their many pleasures of the bed- chamber, the loud laughter of
Walt's team arriving for a new day of work shattered the spell:
Doc and the forest glade were nowhere to be seen as the men and
women streamed in through the door with a mug of fresh coffee for
Walt, and switched on all the lights in the studio.

The dozens of quick but inspired pencil sketches were immediately
seen by Walt's team as brilliant work.

They did not need to be told the story - the sketches said it all
- and the team were all astounded by them.

Not that any of the drawings could be used in the movie that the
public was to see, but the team set to work and soon made a
cartoon that was to become a collector's item of unparalleled
erotic art which was particularly prized, for some unknown
reason, by older women - some of them grandmothers!

No copies of the movie have been seen at auction now for fifty
years or more.

Maybe it's time to make another?!