Past Few Weeks Pt. 01

Past Few Weeks - 1 - slave girl sara

Winter 2019

I originally wrote this true story to explain to readers of my blog, on a BDSM site I use, why I had not posted anything for a week or so.

A few weeks ago we all went a local restaurant on the Friday night for a meal, not a celebration or anything, just Daisy was fed up of cooking.

She told Sir the week before she was not doing the evening meal and after a visit down the corridor to Sir's punishment room soon changed her mind.

I did not watch, was not invited, but Sir purposely left the door open and so I heard her screams, pleas and promises.

She was well marked when she came back to the kitchen, looked like, belt, tawse and short handled whip had been put to work.

"Do you see what can happen to a girl who thinks she is bigger than the house sara?"

"Yes I do Sir and I am sorry about that."

Sir patted his knee and I went over for a hard spanking, I guess as a warning but whatever it was for it was hard and he let Daisy and me cuddle each other a while before calling us into the lounge.

We both knelt before him, Daisy lowered his zip and I took his cock out.

We shared duties, as we had in the past after we had both needed dealing with, we alternated with each other, cock or balls.

"sara, sooth Daisy with a fuck."

It was not a question but an instruction.

We both knew Sir liked to wank watching us perform for him and we both loved giving each other a 'seeing-to' as we say in Yorkshire.

We went 69 till we both came, ground our pussies and clits in the star position and took turns fingering and sucking as Sir's cock was in the free person`s mouth.

Anyway, we had a lovely meal out, we all went traditional and had a prawn cocktail starter with a roast and Yorkshire puddings for main course. We were all too stuffed for a pudding.

I tried not to eat too much as I knew I would probably be the evening`s entertainment when we got home, and I was.

Daisy was told to strip and spank me so I was ready for Sir's belt.

She never held back, as she knew she would be caned if she did.

Sir Don took over and once I was over the settee arm for the belt Daisy positioned herself, pussy to my mouth.

I was belted as I fucked her with my tongue and nibbled her swollen clitty, pulling back on her hood making her scream, both pain and pleasure.

Sir mounted me still over the settee, strange he never needed stiffening, but all eight inches soon my special place.

Once Sir was done Daisy made us all coffee whilst I went the loo.

It was turned nine and I was then sent bed.

Sir called in before he went to bed to kiss me nite nite, and a quick fucking.

I was soo tired and fell asleep to the sound of Sir's belt on Daisy's bottom.

At about six in the morning I felt ill and just made it the loo before being sick.

Just got bed and had to rush back to be sick again.

Daisy heard me and came in; I was put back bed with a bowl as Sir, who is a doctor, checked my temp etc.

I was sick on and off all day between sleeps.

I slept through till about six on Sunday morning and went the loo again, next thing I remembered was waking in hospital.

To cut a long story short, I passed out in the loo and hit my head on the sink and was apparently out cold.

They could not stop me being sick and I was hooked up to all sorts of machines, according to Daisy.

I was taken to the dependency ward with concussion and dehydration for a night or so.

When I was feeling better the nurses wanted know about my spanked and belted red bum, so I told a story a writer would be proud of, and all true.

I saw some rubbing over their uniforms.

The day after, Sister took me for a shower or bath, I chose bath and was rewarded with the most sensual bath I could have wished for on the NHS.

It turned the out Sister was the actual Sister of a friend's housekeeper so was well accustomed to bathing spanked girls bottoms and knew just how to sooth.

Well I was in there for three days then off work until the following Monday. I was called into the manager`s office, who was concerned about my illness, food poisoning, and spent a great deal of time with his questions about my health.

(The then manager was none other than Marc, who is now my Sir)

"Well sara, would I be correct in putting on your return to work form that you are one hundred percent fit now?"

I had no idea where this was leading but was so pleased he cared so much.

"Yes Sir, 100% correct."

"Good, very good, please stand."

"Yes Sir."

He walked over the stool he used for spanking us girls.

"Am I to be spanked Sir?"

"Correct sara, your illness was not rung in until late Tuesday morning, that's a whole day we did not know when or if you would return, what do you say that."

"I agree completely Sir; would you like me naked?" (Does it show I fancied the pants off him even then in 2019?)

He nodded.

I may have cum as I removed my blouse and bra, it was hard to say as I was tingling so much.

Skirt dropped to the floor and as I lowered and kicked off my knickers, I stumbled back into him.

He caught me, tits in his big hands.

He stood me up.

"sara, are you sure you are well enough to work, never mind a spanking?"

"Oh yes Sir, I was just careless, maybe I deserve your belt too Sir."

I was stood in front of him, hands on head, elbows well back to show off my bouncy tits and stiff as a post nipples, legs apart, must have been showing a sheen on my lips from my cum.

He pulled me towards him by my left nipple and I stood and resisted till it hurt too much, I cum, then over his knee I went.

OMG He had his keys in his pocket again, I adjusted so they split my lips and rested full on my clitty.

He spanked and spanked and I cum and cum.

When I was finally fully spanked I was stood up.

"What about this mess sara?"

He pointed to a huge wet stain over his pocket.

I knelt and began to lick it off getting ever closer to his bulge but as I got to his zip he stopped me.

"Belt position sara, the count will be thirty."

I had no idea what he meant.

Whooosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack.

"Looks as if you are not counting so those were three free lashes"

Whoosh Crack,

"One Sir", that was the theme for the next twenty eight and I knew it would soon end and missed twenty nine so got an extra five.

"Thirty and thank you Sir."

I was not distraught as much as I was desperate for his cock.

He sat back behind his desk with the punishment sheet he asked me sign.

"You may go freshen up and dress in my cloakroom."

I picked up my clothes and sniffled my way to the cloakroom.

I threw my clothes on the floor and rushed into the cubicle for instant relief.

"Thank you for your time in correcting me Sir, so sorry it happened, and I was off work Sir." I added the sympathy seeking sniff.

"You took your punishment very well sara, I will be writing to Don too, so collect the letter at lunch time, I will suggest it should be a caning."

"Oh Sir."

"You will make arrangements to see me on Wednesday at four thirty, I will check."

"Yes Sir."

I did the very hard 'spanking and belting' walk to my desk amid wows, sighs and kisses being blown,

I stripped naked for all to see at lunch time and had a few lovely feels, they all left except Annie, a church senior, she was still rubbing my bottom.

As the door closed she led me to the first cubicle and was fingering me with the door open, it did not take much before I cum.

I relaxed and Annie slapped my bottom and I tightened on her fingers and cum again.

I had to lick her fingers dry.

"I think you need to spend some time at my home sara, organise it."

"For another spanking Miss?"

"Of course, with the extras I would expect from a trained slave."

"Yes Miss."

She knelt and gave my pussy lips a huge suck.

She took me out of the cubicle, put her foot up on the waste bin and tapped her knee.

I was mesmerised and went over for another spanking, not long, not hard but a precursor for what was to 'cum'.

"And ask permission off Don, he knows of my talents."

"Yes Miss."

As she left she provoked a squeak from me as she twisted both my nipples in opposite directions.

I collected the letter for home from my manager, he hugged me and kissed my forehead, wow.

He must like me to do that mustn't he?

Sir did say he would cane me, but the night after, giving my bottom time to settle, it did not stop him fucking me from behind leant against the hall wall, just what I needed.

That`s the beauty of a good Master, he reads you like a book.

Sir also knew having me wait for my caning until the night after would cause even more pain and worry.