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Archive name: Snowhite.txt (mf, spank, dwarfs)
Authors name: Comicman - 1994
Story title : Snow White revised appropriately


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A Grims Fairy Tail (REVISED) Snow White and the Seven Little Boys 

	Snow White was a girl of 14 who lived with the Queen, her
wicked stepmother, in a very isolated rural castle.  Because of its
isolation, the stepmother was able to whip the hell out of Snow White
regularly without any of the neighbors complaining.  The Queen would
regularly find any small fault (such as failure to be perpetually
cheery) ample reason to pull up Snow White's skirt, slip down her
voluminous undies, and spank her until her bottom was rose red.  On
weekends the Queen would don a full leather outfit, take Snow White
to the dungeon, strip her naked, tie her across a bench, and lay into
her butt with a paddle whip, or strap for a good part of the evening.

	Then the stepmother would go to her room, where she had a
magic mirror, to which she would say, "Tell me, magic looking glass,
Who's the best at whipping ass?"
 
	To which the mirror would reply, "Oh, Queen, it's easy to
decide: Just take a look at Snow's backside!"

	And the Queen would get a strange smile on her face and place
her hands between her legs and enjoy the rest of the evening in sexual
solitude.

	Now, one day a handsome prince happened to be passing by when
Snow White was out working in the fields.  In fact, at that moment she
had pulled her skirts down behind a tree in order to relieve herself,
and the prince got a view which caused him a great deal of discomfort,
since his horse's saddle had been carefully fitted.  He also noticed
that Snow White had stripes across her bottom which suggested that
either she was being harshly disciplined or regularly sat on a
barbecue grill. 

	He dismounted, adjusted his clothing, and approached her for
a conversation which lasted long into the afternoon.  Now, he was a
very young prince, relatively inexperienced in many ways, so that
although the conversation he had with Snow White was intimate, and
extended, and eventually naked, he was not able to consummate it to
either of their satisfactions.  As he rode off into the distance,
promising to return, Snow White could be heard to murmur, "Some day
my prince will come...."

	Later that evening, after the Queen had given Snow White the
usual good, sound spanking she did not deserve, she again addressed
her mirror:  "Mirror, mirror, on the wall, Who whips butt the best of
all?"

	And the mirror said: Queen"You, do Queen.  But, by the way,
Snow White almost got laid today!"

	The Queen was surprised to find that the mirror was able to
gossip as well as just regularly kiss her ass, so she responded:
"Mirror, mirror, tell me all; Who does Snow White want to ball?"

	And the mirror said: "There was this prince, passing by
chance, Who tried to get into Snow's pants."

	Well, the Queen was not going to have some prince getting
into the act, so she fetched her favorite fellow dom, a local hunts-
man, and told him to take Snow White out in the woods and "break her
in" so that no prince would want her. The next day Snow White accom-
panied the huntsman into the forest, but when they stopped in a
clearing, she noticed that he had a weapon in his pants that hadn't
been there before, and Snow White guessed what was about to happen
and ran deep into the woods.  

	After running until exhausted, Snow White sat down to catch
her breath. Suddenly, she found herself surrounded by at least a dozen
fuzzy little animals: deer, squirrels, rabbits, and such, all pressing
in on her, some of them rather obviously humping her legs.  "What a
horny bunch of creatures," she thought.  "I wonder why they act this
way?"  Then she noticed a small cottage near by, labeled "Boy Scout
Troop 69." Peering inside, she saw seven teen boys, sitting in a
circle, but she could not see exactly what they were doing.  It
appeared that they might be mixing cookie dough in bowls which they
held in their laps. 

	Snow White went to the door of the cottage and knocked.  There
seemed to be hurried activity inside, chairs being overturned, and
sounds of zipping.  Then the door opened and a red-faced, disheveled
boy greeted her.  She explained her situation and was invited in, to
find that the cottage was extremely dirty, uncared-for, and lacking
much in the way of amenities except some chairs and couches, a sink
full of dirty dishes, and a cupboard which had not been carefully
closed, revealing a stack of pornographic magazines.  Their was also
quite a bit of animal fur on the couch.

	Snow White learned that the seven boy scouts regularly camped
out at the cottage, and they introduced themselves by their nicknames:
Sleazy, Horny, Creepy, Gropey, Jerko, Whacker, and Rock. Rock admitted
this wasn't exactly his name, but said "it's close."

	The cottage was a mess, and Snow White was determined to take
charge of matters from the start.  "You boys get this place cleaned
up right away, or I'm going to teach you a lesson you won't forget,"
she told them.  The boys came to attention, in several ways, at this,
anticipating an interesting turn of events.  

	Jerko, who was a little slow on the uptake, looked at her and
said, "Who the hell are you to order us around?" 

	"I am your new governess," Snow White said, "and if you do
not do exactly what I tell you, I will let your mothers know what
you have been doing out here.  And for talking back to me, I'm going
to start with you.  Get your pants down and get over my knee." 

	Jerko paused, unsure what to do, but his indecision was ended
quickly when the others, sensing a good thing when they saw it, grab-
bed him, stripped his jeans and underwear down, and forced him across
Snow White's lap. Snow White, well experienced in such matters, pro-
ceeded to lay on with a bare-bottom spanking which had Jerko writhing
in distress within few minutes, his backside turning a beautiful red
shade.

	The next weeks were very special ones, The seven boy scouts
seemed to always fail in some way or other to complete the tasks Snow
White set for them, and spankings were daily, frequent, and prolonged.
She found a wooden slat from a broken chair quite handy for this pur-
pose, and she even made up a little song to accompany the rhythm of
the slat's daily application to the seven boys' burning behinds:

	High-ho! High-ho!
	I'll make your bottoms glow!
	Take down you pants! Across my knee!
	High-ho! High-ho!

	The boys scouts, in spite of finding it difficult to sit much
of the time, seemed to look forward to their daily visit to the cot-
tage.  One time, Snow White heard them singing as they marched through
the woods: 

	Whistle while you work,
	We do not need to jerk;
	We get our spankings every day,
	And, boy, those spanking work.
	For now we understand,
	We do not use our hand,
	We need not wait; we masturbate
	While our backsides get tanned.

	And, in fact, Snow White noticed that she had to spend a great
deal of time laundering her skirts unless she wanted them unusually
starchy.

	All would have continued in this happy manner had not the
wicked Queen, one day, again inquired of her mirror:  "Tell me, magic
looking glass, Who's the best at whipping ass?"

	To which the mirror responded: "Not, you, Queenie; Snow White
lives!  And, ohh! the spankings that SHE gives."

	Well, this put the Queen into such a hissy-fit that she put on
her full leathers and took a whip to the entire castle staff, from top
to bottom, so to speak. Then much calmed, she set about planning how
to do away with Snow White.  A master of subtle poisons, she coated a
basket of fruits with a sleeping potion and set out into the woods,
disguised as a peddler, and sure enough, she soon found the little
shack, which was not difficult since she could here the sounds of a
hairbrush spanking going on, echoing though the woods long before she
arrived. 

	Now, Snow White had been thoroughly enjoying her dom role with
the boy scouts for sometime, but there were certain needs which they
really could not satisfy.  So when the "peddler" arrived at her door,
she bought all the fruit, but one item in particular caught her eye.
And later in the afternoon, right after the boys had pulled up their
pants and sauntered home, Snow White took a banana from the basket and
inserted it into the area of wetness which spanking the boys always
brought on.  As she thrust it deeply within herself, the poison was
absorbed, and she fell in a deep sleep, which is how the boys found
her the next day.

	The boys could not decide what to do, so they lay her (not
lay, not laid - the grammar here is critical, kids) on the dining
room table, her favorite hairbrush at her right, a paddle at her left,
and a belt at her feet, in case she should revive and wish to indulge
in her usual afternoon exercises. Thus she remained for many days, and
the boys gathered around her daily, and mourned for her, and got very,
very hot and horny, and invited the animals of the forest back into
the cottage.

	Meanwhile Snow White's prince had been aimlessly riding about
the country, hoping (but failing) to find another beautiful girl
peeing in the fields so he could improve his batting average. Even-
tually he realized that he had a particular fetish which was not
going to be satisfied this way, and he turned homeward, happening to
pass through the very forest, by the very cottage, where Snow White
lay.  As he passed, he heard some odd sounds, like a deer grunting,
from within the cottage, so he dismounted (as did, simultaneously,
Sleazy, who had always liked deer).  

	Peeking through the door, he saw his love, the girl he almost
made it with, lying on the table, apparently asleep.  He explained
that Snow White was an old friend of his and persuaded the boy scouts
to leave him alone for a few minutes so he could commune with her, and
as soon as they left, he lost no time communing.  In the process of
doing so, he looked where none of them had looked before, found the
banana, and removed it preparatory to providing his own insertion.
(Not only a fan of undinism, the prince was a closet necrophile).  To
his great surprise, Snow White stirred, as did the front of his
trousers, and in a few moments she was in his arms, and he was in
hers, and in her, in fact, and all the birds sang, and waves crashed
on the beach, and so on. 

	Back at the castle, the Queen confronted the mirror once more.

	"Mirror, did you like that stunt? Banana! Poisoned! In her
cunt!"

	To which the mirror answered: "Sorry, Queen, you lose the
trick. Banana's gone. Instead, a . . ." at which point the Queen
smashed the mirror and, in doing so, cut herself so badly that she
bled to death. 

	Later, lying side by side, Snow White said to her prince,
"You are a wonderful young man, and I think we can be happy together,
but I have to ask you something. I really like to discipline bad boys.
Have you been a bad boy?"

	"Well, yes, in many ways, I have," the prince responded.  

	Snow white felt a familiar moistness between her thighs, and
a smile came to her lips as she took the prince's belt from where it
lay on the ground.

	"Heel, Prince," she said.

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It’s okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with strangers.
But it isn’t okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with strangers!!  You
only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it.
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