Pippa Middleton helps someone in need
Pippa Middleton was going to have to be brave. She had to remind herself that this was a good cause. What she was doing was nothing compare to what others had suffered through. Pippa did loads of work for charities. One of the charities that she worked for approached her with a proposition. The charity worked with people suffering with cancer. Part of what it did was grant wishes to people who had the disease. One of their clients had made quite an unusual request, but it was a request that only Pippa could make come true. It came from a young man in his twenties. It seems that his dream was to get to spank and to gunge Pippa Middleton. It was an unusual request, but it was one that could be made to come true. The charity organisers did not believe that Pippa would really agree to something like this. They gave her a call anyway. They carefully mentioned to Pippa what the young man had requested. The response that they got on the other end of the phone was totally unexpected. There was a pause for a second. For a minutes they thought that Pippa had slammed the phone down. The next word that they heard was most unexpected indeed. “Ok, I’ll do it,” Pippa responded. They could not believe their ears. “Yeah, this person is sick. If he wants to pour some mess on me, if that brightens up his day, then I will do it. It’s fine.” The organisers could not believe that Pippa was so humble and so down to earth. God knows, she did not have to do this.
When the young man was visited and was told that his request was going to become reality, he was overjoyed, to say the least. This young man was going to get the privilege of pouring mess all over one of the Royal family. In particular Pippa’s world famous, luscious backside. Pippa kind of thought it was sort of sweet that the young man had made the request. She was kind of getting a kick out of making his day. It would be something most people would enjoy. He could hardly believe that Pippa actually had agreed to this. He was going to have the time of his life. The way Pippa looked at it, it was a very small sacrifice to make, to make someone’s life a little better. She was going to do everything she could to put a smile on this guy’s face, she decided.
When the day arrived Pippa walked into the building wearing an expensive looking dark blue coat that went just above her knees. She wore high heels. She wiggled her way down the hallway and into the young man’s room with the charity organisers. She walked up into the room with a big smile and was introduced. “Hi, I’m Pippa,” she said,” It is lovely to meet you.” She reached out and shook his hand. He was grinning from ear to ear. She looked amazing. She looked even better in person than she did on television or in magazines. Pippa smiled. “I have a surprise for you,” she said. She then undid the belt around her coat. She unbuttoned it and then pulled it open, revealing that she had nothing on underneath except for a very small white bikini. The man’s eyes almost popped out of his head at the sight that he was witnessing. Pippa opened her mouth wide and wiggled her eyebrows. “Make sure you get lots of pictures,” she told the charity organizers. She then hoped up on the bed and gave the young man a hug, posing for a photo.
In the meantime, some buckets were brought in along with a paddle. The paddle was brought over. Pippa rolled her eyes and laughed. “Be gentle with me,” she teased the young man, touching his arm. Pippa and the young man stood up. Pippa turned around. She pulled her hair over one shoulder. She then bent over the bed, sticking her famous, juicy backside high in the air. The young man was handed the paddle. “There you are,” Pippa said. “ Have at it.” He tapped the paddle on his hand. Pippa bit her lip. “Oh god, I am going to be sore tomorrow,” she joked. He stood up and twirled the paddle around. He stood behind Pippa as she bent over, giving him a perfect view of her infamous posterior.
He was a little nervous at first, he had never done anything quite like this before. “Don’t be shy,” she teased, trying to set his mind at ease. He pulled the paddle back gently and then pushed it against Pippa’s waiting rear end. He did not hit it very hard. The paddle bounced off of her bottom. “Come on you can do a bit better than that,” she said. He leaned back with the paddle and then smacked Pippa’s backside with it a second time. She let out a moan. She closed her eyes and smiled. “That’s better,” she said. He leaned back again and paddled her bottom. Pippa wiggled her bottom up and down, showing off the target for the paddle. He leaned back and paddled her again. He then paddled her backside five times in quick succession.
“Shall we do ten more whacks?,” Pippa asked. “We can count them down.” Everyone agreed. The young man leaned back and spanked Pippa with the paddle. “One” then again, “Two” and again “Three”. He spanked her again in succession. “Four, five, six, seven.” Pippa opened her legs wider and arched her back. “Eight, nine.” He paused for a minute. Pippa closed her eyes, awaiting the tenth. When it didn’t come, she opened her eyes and looked behind her. The young man waived to her and then tapped her backside with the paddle. “Ten,” he said. Pippa took a deep breath. She stood up and rubbed her bottom with her hands. It stung a bit, but it did not really hurt. “Well that was fun,” Pippa said. “I guess it is time to get messy then. I suppose it is time for me to receive my fait.”
Pippa pulled up a chair and took a seat In the middle of the room. “Ok then, if I must, I must. Enjoy yourself. I am a big girl. I can take it. Just go nuts. Don’t worry,” she said. The young man laughed. He thought about how nice Pippa was being to him. He was quite grateful, and was truly enjoying the day. He walked over to the buckets and grabbed one. It was filled with lumpy light green gunge. It was gloppy and looked a bit like mushy peas. The gunge had a similar texture.
Pippa was wiggling her toes and moving her legs up and down. She squinted and curled her nose. The young man walked up behind Pippa and took his position. Pippa closed her eyes and crossed her arms in front of her chest. She had no idea how it was going to feel to be gunged. She had never been through anything like this in her life. She put on a brave face but was quite nervous. She scrunched up her adorable little nose. She closed her eyes as the bucket was lifted. She laughed and squealed as she could sense it was being lifted and aimed at her. The gunge fell inches through the air and landed on top of Pippa’s beautiful brown hair. It poured on the top of her head and then down her forehead. Streaks of the gunge then poured down Pippa’s face. Green gunge rolled down her nose and her upper lip. It dripped from the top of her lip and then down her chin. Gunge then poured down the sides of her cheek in green lines of mess. The gunge then poured down her hair. It slopped and matted her hair, overwhelming and soaking it in green mess. Gunge poured down the ends of her hair. Gunge plopped down onto her breasts and onto her shoulders. Gunge then completely covered her face. She closed her eyes and stuck her neck out, allowing the gunge to cover her face completely. Gunge trickled down the curves and muscles in her neck. She moves her hands to her sides. Gunge poured down her front, all over her white bikini top, soaking her breasts in gunge. Her bikini top did not go totally see through, but the outline of Pippa’s nipples could be seen plainly through the white fabric. Pippa then proceeded to place her hands on her chest. She was a bit worried that her bikini straps would not withstand the onslaught of gunge that they were currently being met with. Gunge poured down her tanned, flat muscular tummy. The green gunge oozing down her smooth, dry, supple skin. The green gunge continued to pour down over Pippa’s legs now. She moved her knees in and out as her knees and thighs received the gunge directly. Gunge poured onto her bikini bottoms and over and between her thighs. Green gunge trickled down her calves to her ankles. Her feet and toes splashed and wiggled in a pool of gunge that had collected under Pippa’s chair. The young man smiled as he emptied the last of the gunge onto Pippa and placed the bucket on the ground. Pippa shrieked as she placed her hands on her face and pushed them upwards removing streaks of the gunge from her face. Her mouth was wide open. Her teeth the only part of her face that had avoided the green gunge. She pushed some of the mess from her face with her hands and pushed it aside. She cleared her eyes and giggled.
The young man then grabbed a second bucket of gunge. This time the gunge was bright orange. It was going to look fabulous along side the green that was already all over Pippa’s body. This time the young man began pouring the gunge in the opposite direction. He started at the base of Pippa’s calves this time. He tipped the bucket forward, aiming the orange gunge at Pippa’s calves and ankles. She moved her legs up and down as the gunge poured down over both calves. He then moved the bucket upwards, pouring the soft orange mess as he went along. He poured the gunge up over her knees and up her sexy thighs. He then took aim at her lap. He poured the gunge straight down over Pippa’s bikini bottoms. She could feel it up over her bikini bottoms and over her belly. She could feel the soft sensual feel of the messy gunge all over her belly button ring. She took both hands and rubebd the lovely orange gunge around on her belly and continued as the gunge was dumped onto her breasts. Pippa took her gunge filled hands and massaged the gunge all over her stomach and chest. She fondled her breasts in the gunge. She could feel her nipples becoming rock hard. The young man then poured the gunge up over her neck and then all over Pippa’s face. He held the bucket in place over her head and let the thickest, sloppiest gunge that lay at the very bottom of the gunge bucket dump out onto Pippa’s face. Pippa looked up and closed her eyes and let the gunge fall straight down onto her face.
The young man then dropped the gunge bucket leaving Pippa wallowing in the mountains of orange gunned that covered her entire body. He then walked over and grabbed yet another bucket of gunge. This time the bucket contained pink gunge. The young man looked down at Pippa. “Would you be able to stand up and turn around, please,” he asked her, sheepishly. Pippa knew what his meaning was without further explanation. She stood up and turned around. She placed her hands on the seat of the chair and bent over. She stuck her internationally renowned backside up in the air and spread her legs apart slightly, bending her knees. Her back arched. She knew that her rear end was going to be the next target for the gunge bucket. It was still relatively clean compared to the rest of her body. The young man approached Pippa and looked her over, thinking of where he was going to begin. He decided that he would take the bucket and aim the gunge squarely at the small of Pippa’s back, that way the force of gravity would take the gunge in the desired direction and do a lot of the work for him. He slowly and carefully tipped the bucket, making sure to aim it exactly where he wanted it to go. He began to pour. The first drop of pink gunge fell and splattered on Pippa’s back. She wiggled and shivered from the coldness of the gunge. He then tipped the bucket even more. The gunge fell from the bucket and rippled down over her back. It cascaded down over her body. Gunge poured down her back and the followed down all over her ample posterior. She wiggled her sexy bottom as the gunge slowly covered it. Her bottom was the focus. Waves of pink gunge poured all over it. She could feel her bikini bottoms being covered in gunge. Her bottoms were filled with gunge on the inside now as well. Gunge poured all the way down the back of her legs as well. Her bottom and thighs were covered in it by now. The young man poured more down the backs of Pippa’s knees and down her calves. He then stood there and held the messy bucket over her and let the rest of it just fall on her. He took his time soaking up every moment of enjoyment that he could.
When it was done Pippa turned around. She lurched towards him and with wide eyes, gave him a huge sloppy hug. She rubbed some of the gunge on him. He tried to pull away. They both laughed. They then posed for some pictures together, Pippa messy, him clean. She shook his hand and gave a thumbs up. She sat down and caught her breath. She pushed some of the gunge off of herself.
“Hey, I hate to be a bother but would be able to trouble you for the use of your shower,” she asked politely. “Um, let me think about that,” he joked,” Of course, be my guest,” he said. He showed her where it was. She went and cleaned off in the shower. She scrubbed the lovely feeling gunge off of herself. It took longer than she expected. When she was done she dried off and returned in her bikini. She then put hr coat back on and tied up the belt around her waist. She shook the young man’s hand and gave him a hug. He thanked her and she replied that the pleasure was all hers. She left that evening. The young man had to pinch himself. He thought to himself,” did that really just happen?” Of course he had all of the photos as proof.
Pippa Middleton was going to have to be brave. She had to remind herself that this was a good cause. What she was doing was nothing compare to what others had suffered through. Pippa did loads of work for charities. One of the charities that she worked for approached her with a proposition. The charity worked with people suffering with cancer. Part of what it did was grant wishes to people who had the disease. One of their clients had made quite an unusual request, but it was a request that only Pippa could make come true. It came from a young man in his twenties. It seems that his dream was to get to spank and to gunge Pippa Middleton. It was an unusual request, but it was one that could be made to come true. The charity organisers did not believe that Pippa would really agree to something like this. They gave her a call anyway. They carefully mentioned to Pippa what the young man had requested. The response that they got on the other end of the phone was totally unexpected. There was a pause for a second. For a minutes they thought that Pippa had slammed the phone down. The next word that they heard was most unexpected indeed. “Ok, I’ll do it,” Pippa responded. They could not believe their ears. “Yeah, this person is sick. If he wants to pour some mess on me, if that brightens up his day, then I will do it. It’s fine.” The organisers could not believe that Pippa was so humble and so down to earth. God knows, she did not have to do this.
When the young man was visited and was told that his request was going to become reality, he was overjoyed, to say the least. This young man was going to get the privilege of pouring mess all over one of the Royal family. In particular Pippa’s world famous, luscious backside. Pippa kind of thought it was sort of sweet that the young man had made the request. She was kind of getting a kick out of making his day. It would be something most people would enjoy. He could hardly believe that Pippa actually had agreed to this. He was going to have the time of his life. The way Pippa looked at it, it was a very small sacrifice to make, to make someone’s life a little better. She was going to do everything she could to put a smile on this guy’s face, she decided.
When the day arrived Pippa walked into the building wearing an expensive looking dark blue coat that went just above her knees. She wore high heels. She wiggled her way down the hallway and into the young man’s room with the charity organisers. She walked up into the room with a big smile and was introduced. “Hi, I’m Pippa,” she said,” It is lovely to meet you.” She reached out and shook his hand. He was grinning from ear to ear. She looked amazing. She looked even better in person than she did on television or in magazines. Pippa smiled. “I have a surprise for you,” she said. She then undid the belt around her coat. She unbuttoned it and then pulled it open, revealing that she had nothing on underneath except for a very small white bikini. The man’s eyes almost popped out of his head at the sight that he was witnessing. Pippa opened her mouth wide and wiggled her eyebrows. “Make sure you get lots of pictures,” she told the charity organizers. She then hoped up on the bed and gave the young man a hug, posing for a photo.
In the meantime, some buckets were brought in along with a paddle. The paddle was brought over. Pippa rolled her eyes and laughed. “Be gentle with me,” she teased the young man, touching his arm. Pippa and the young man stood up. Pippa turned around. She pulled her hair over one shoulder. She then bent over the bed, sticking her famous, juicy backside high in the air. The young man was handed the paddle. “There you are,” Pippa said. “ Have at it.” He tapped the paddle on his hand. Pippa bit her lip. “Oh god, I am going to be sore tomorrow,” she joked. He stood up and twirled the paddle around. He stood behind Pippa as she bent over, giving him a perfect view of her infamous posterior.
He was a little nervous at first, he had never done anything quite like this before. “Don’t be shy,” she teased, trying to set his mind at ease. He pulled the paddle back gently and then pushed it against Pippa’s waiting rear end. He did not hit it very hard. The paddle bounced off of her bottom. “Come on you can do a bit better than that,” she said. He leaned back with the paddle and then smacked Pippa’s backside with it a second time. She let out a moan. She closed her eyes and smiled. “That’s better,” she said. He leaned back again and paddled her bottom. Pippa wiggled her bottom up and down, showing off the target for the paddle. He leaned back and paddled her again. He then paddled her backside five times in quick succession.
“Shall we do ten more whacks?,” Pippa asked. “We can count them down.” Everyone agreed. The young man leaned back and spanked Pippa with the paddle. “One” then again, “Two” and again “Three”. He spanked her again in succession. “Four, five, six, seven.” Pippa opened her legs wider and arched her back. “Eight, nine.” He paused for a minute. Pippa closed her eyes, awaiting the tenth. When it didn’t come, she opened her eyes and looked behind her. The young man waived to her and then tapped her backside with the paddle. “Ten,” he said. Pippa took a deep breath. She stood up and rubbed her bottom with her hands. It stung a bit, but it did not really hurt. “Well that was fun,” Pippa said. “I guess it is time to get messy then. I suppose it is time for me to receive my fait.”
Pippa pulled up a chair and took a seat In the middle of the room. “Ok then, if I must, I must. Enjoy yourself. I am a big girl. I can take it. Just go nuts. Don’t worry,” she said. The young man laughed. He thought about how nice Pippa was being to him. He was quite grateful, and was truly enjoying the day. He walked over to the buckets and grabbed one. It was filled with lumpy light green gunge. It was gloppy and looked a bit like mushy peas. The gunge had a similar texture.
Pippa was wiggling her toes and moving her legs up and down. She squinted and curled her nose. The young man walked up behind Pippa and took his position. Pippa closed her eyes and crossed her arms in front of her chest. She had no idea how it was going to feel to be gunged. She had never been through anything like this in her life. She put on a brave face but was quite nervous. She scrunched up her adorable little nose. She closed her eyes as the bucket was lifted. She laughed and squealed as she could sense it was being lifted and aimed at her. The gunge fell inches through the air and landed on top of Pippa’s beautiful brown hair. It poured on the top of her head and then down her forehead. Streaks of the gunge then poured down Pippa’s face. Green gunge rolled down her nose and her upper lip. It dripped from the top of her lip and then down her chin. Gunge then poured down the sides of her cheek in green lines of mess. The gunge then poured down her hair. It slopped and matted her hair, overwhelming and soaking it in green mess. Gunge poured down the ends of her hair. Gunge plopped down onto her breasts and onto her shoulders. Gunge then completely covered her face. She closed her eyes and stuck her neck out, allowing the gunge to cover her face completely. Gunge trickled down the curves and muscles in her neck. She moves her hands to her sides. Gunge poured down her front, all over her white bikini top, soaking her breasts in gunge. Her bikini top did not go totally see through, but the outline of Pippa’s nipples could be seen plainly through the white fabric. Pippa then proceeded to place her hands on her chest. She was a bit worried that her bikini straps would not withstand the onslaught of gunge that they were currently being met with. Gunge poured down her tanned, flat muscular tummy. The green gunge oozing down her smooth, dry, supple skin. The green gunge continued to pour down over Pippa’s legs now. She moved her knees in and out as her knees and thighs received the gunge directly. Gunge poured onto her bikini bottoms and over and between her thighs. Green gunge trickled down her calves to her ankles. Her feet and toes splashed and wiggled in a pool of gunge that had collected under Pippa’s chair. The young man smiled as he emptied the last of the gunge onto Pippa and placed the bucket on the ground. Pippa shrieked as she placed her hands on her face and pushed them upwards removing streaks of the gunge from her face. Her mouth was wide open. Her teeth the only part of her face that had avoided the green gunge. She pushed some of the mess from her face with her hands and pushed it aside. She cleared her eyes and giggled.
The young man then grabbed a second bucket of gunge. This time the gunge was bright orange. It was going to look fabulous along side the green that was already all over Pippa’s body. This time the young man began pouring the gunge in the opposite direction. He started at the base of Pippa’s calves this time. He tipped the bucket forward, aiming the orange gunge at Pippa’s calves and ankles. She moved her legs up and down as the gunge poured down over both calves. He then moved the bucket upwards, pouring the soft orange mess as he went along. He poured the gunge up over her knees and up her sexy thighs. He then took aim at her lap. He poured the gunge straight down over Pippa’s bikini bottoms. She could feel it up over her bikini bottoms and over her belly. She could feel the soft sensual feel of the messy gunge all over her belly button ring. She took both hands and rubebd the lovely orange gunge around on her belly and continued as the gunge was dumped onto her breasts. Pippa took her gunge filled hands and massaged the gunge all over her stomach and chest. She fondled her breasts in the gunge. She could feel her nipples becoming rock hard. The young man then poured the gunge up over her neck and then all over Pippa’s face. He held the bucket in place over her head and let the thickest, sloppiest gunge that lay at the very bottom of the gunge bucket dump out onto Pippa’s face. Pippa looked up and closed her eyes and let the gunge fall straight down onto her face.
The young man then dropped the gunge bucket leaving Pippa wallowing in the mountains of orange gunned that covered her entire body. He then walked over and grabbed yet another bucket of gunge. This time the bucket contained pink gunge. The young man looked down at Pippa. “Would you be able to stand up and turn around, please,” he asked her, sheepishly. Pippa knew what his meaning was without further explanation. She stood up and turned around. She placed her hands on the seat of the chair and bent over. She stuck her internationally renowned backside up in the air and spread her legs apart slightly, bending her knees. Her back arched. She knew that her rear end was going to be the next target for the gunge bucket. It was still relatively clean compared to the rest of her body. The young man approached Pippa and looked her over, thinking of where he was going to begin. He decided that he would take the bucket and aim the gunge squarely at the small of Pippa’s back, that way the force of gravity would take the gunge in the desired direction and do a lot of the work for him. He slowly and carefully tipped the bucket, making sure to aim it exactly where he wanted it to go. He began to pour. The first drop of pink gunge fell and splattered on Pippa’s back. She wiggled and shivered from the coldness of the gunge. He then tipped the bucket even more. The gunge fell from the bucket and rippled down over her back. It cascaded down over her body. Gunge poured down her back and the followed down all over her ample posterior. She wiggled her sexy bottom as the gunge slowly covered it. Her bottom was the focus. Waves of pink gunge poured all over it. She could feel her bikini bottoms being covered in gunge. Her bottoms were filled with gunge on the inside now as well. Gunge poured all the way down the back of her legs as well. Her bottom and thighs were covered in it by now. The young man poured more down the backs of Pippa’s knees and down her calves. He then stood there and held the messy bucket over her and let the rest of it just fall on her. He took his time soaking up every moment of enjoyment that he could.
When it was done Pippa turned around. She lurched towards him and with wide eyes, gave him a huge sloppy hug. She rubbed some of the gunge on him. He tried to pull away. They both laughed. They then posed for some pictures together, Pippa messy, him clean. She shook his hand and gave a thumbs up. She sat down and caught her breath. She pushed some of the gunge off of herself.
“Hey, I hate to be a bother but would be able to trouble you for the use of your shower,” she asked politely. “Um, let me think about that,” he joked,” Of course, be my guest,” he said. He showed her where it was. She went and cleaned off in the shower. She scrubbed the lovely feeling gunge off of herself. It took longer than she expected. When she was done she dried off and returned in her bikini. She then put hr coat back on and tied up the belt around her waist. She shook the young man’s hand and gave him a hug. He thanked her and she replied that the pleasure was all hers. She left that evening. The young man had to pinch himself. He thought to himself,” did that really just happen?” Of course he had all of the photos as proof.
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