Christmas Treat

Christmas Treat - slave girl sara

My adventure at the end of last year, if it reads, real, it is because it was.

It would be late November when we had so much rain in the UK. No damage caused for us as we are so high up, but it looked like Lake Garda in the valleys and lowland.

It was a normal sort of Friday for me and as I do not work on a Friday afternoon me and mum went window shopping and had afternoon tea in a nice posh restaurant. It was pouring down with heavy rain when we got home, mum dropped me off virtually at my door so I would not get too wet. She waited until I was in the house before leaving to go home, I have had a bit of trouble with stalkers and muggers of late.

We always lock our main door when we are out or in, for safety and as I had a few bags in my hand I could not open the door and was bursting for a pee, I mumbled a bit facing mum and finally got in. Marc was just seeing his dad out.

"I am surprised you still tolerate her language, Marc."

"She does not do too bad on the whole dad."

"Well, it disgusted me from such a small, sweet girl."

"Maybe I should leave you to deal with her then dad,

(Marc`s phone rang,)

I will just take this phone call."

I had no idea what they were on about, and I closed the door behind me with my foot.

"Put your bags down and get over here sara."

It must have been something bad as he was unbuckling his belt.

"It is well past time you realised every action has a consequence!"

I dropped my bags down, and ran towards him, I put my hand up.

"Please Sir may I...?"

"No excuses sara, over my knee."

An over the knee belting is usually not so bad with something below to rub on, my problem was I was going to pee. I got off his knee and ran to the cloakroom, best I could with my jeans and knickers around my ankles.

"Sorry Sir I tried..."

"How dare you, now get over that table."

Marc came back to my red, part spanked bottom in the air.

"All sorted?"

"Afraid not Marc, she jumped off my lap and ran away, if she was mine a good belting and a hard caning would be the order of the day."

"As you have your belt off, please use it on her bottom, and I will get a cane."

And use it he did, not vicious, like he used to be, but given with feeling. Marc came back with his intermediate rattan and gave me six strokes.

"Is that it son? If she was mine, I would give her three times that and some."

I was obviously crying, and I screamed at most of the cane strokes.

"Ok, a few more

(whoosh crack, whoosh crack, whoosh crack, whoosh crack)

. Ten stripes, and her bottom is glowing, that`s enough."

As his dad was leaving, he turned round.

"She would more than benefit from a Disciplinarian's visit before Christmas, or you will have trouble, you mark my words."

He left and Marc rubbed my bottom which made me jump.

"Sore hey?"

"Mmmm Sir."

"Would a fucking help?"

I just nodded pushed my right hand back to wank him stiff, not sexual for me, over a table crying with pain, but it was my job. I took no easing in, Marc went straight in, rubbing his cane stripes with every pull back. Of course, I cum and cum and cum and finally a huge one when Marc cum too.

I knelt to clean him.

"This is not the end of this situation sara, you may bath then into bed, you have a bedtime spanking or strapping due."

I picked up my two bags, jeans, and knickers, bathed and into bed, still crying and still not knowing what I had done wrong.

At actual bedtime Marc spanked me, deservedly as I had done wrong, and fucked my bummy hole, as normal when I have been punished.

*********

With the `more than benefit` words from his dad in my mind, one week and three days later is the day I will benefit! I got the tops of my legs slapped after breakfast, to give me focus for the rest of the day.

As I was pulling my trousers up, Sir told me.

"Straight after work today, home and shower, then you will visit Mr. Bancroft at his Back Brook Street suite, do you understand?"

"Yes Sir, thank you for thinking of me."

"He is a little unorthodox, but just go with it, he has complete power over you as soon as you enter."

"Yes Sir, of course."

I kissed his lips and wept. He cuddled me and off I went for my taxi to the station.

The day went as normal, not too fast, not too slow. I caught my train, then taxi home for my shower and asked the driver if he could come back for me in half an hour, he agreed. I was soon ready, and back in the taxi.

I asked him to drop me off in Bank Street, only two blocks from where I wanted to be, well not exactly wanted, more needed. I had never been in the street before, but it was very bright and cheerful, and made me smile. Although, why on earth I would be smiling is somewhat beyond me.

I buzzed the intercom and was soon answered and told to go upstairs.

"Good afternoon Sir, I am sara brown."

"Good afternoon sara brown, I am Mr. Bancroft, but from here on in, Sir."

"Pleased to meet you Sir."

"But will you still be glad to have seen me when you leave Miss brown?"

"Yes I will Sir, I believe in what my Sir says I need."

"Good, now to make it more interesting, and easier for you to listen and answer my questions, we will be in a classroom environment. You do not appear shocked."

"No Sir, as I said as an obedient girl, I accept all I am told to do."

"Follow me."

We went into a room with dungeon equipment in as well as a work bench and an office desk, not sure how else to describe it.

"You have come to me to remind you of your duties to your partner and his dad. It is said you acted like a feral cat; how did you see it?"

"See what Sir? Sorry I am not sure what you mean."

"Come here to my desk and lift your skirt."

Skirt lifted, I bent slightly forward and got a few hard slaps to the top of my legs, my knickers were no protection, I was wearing a thong.

"Back to your seat."

Wow, he had a hard slap; he made me weep.

"Crying will do you no good at all sara, I ask you again. It is said you acted like a feral cat; how did you see it?"

"Honestly I did not see anything Sir, I never lie, I swear."

"Back to your spot sara."

He pointed to where I had just been slapped and pulled out a chair.

"Let`s have you topless, slave ian likes to see tits bouncing as I spank a naughty bottom, even as small as yours look."

I removed my jumper and blouse and followed his instructions when he patted knee, I lay over it. I looked up and there was slave ian, naked and kneeling down, and he started fiddling with my nipples as Mr. Bancroft proceeded with his spanking of my bottom. I cried and cried and was sent to sit down.

"Last chance Miss brown, what is the answer I am looking for?"

"Sincerely Sir I do not know."

"Ok, ian fasten sara over my whipping horse."

"I will not need securing Sir, if I have earned a whipping I will take it."

"As you wish, cock height ian."

I lay over a leather caning horse, ian's long thin cock in my mouth, and I got ten lashes and told to sit back down.

"What cane strength sara?"

"I get ten strokes, plus any extras earned with a junior whippy rattan Sir."

"Prepare yourself over the caning horse sara, your sit spot highest."

I got ready, ian held my arms, his cock in my mouth again, and I was caned, not over-hard, but hard enough for tears, oh, and face fucked by ian.

"Now then sara, get yourself together, and then let's have you seated again."

I waited for ian to cum and I gently sat down, still sniffing.

"Let me explain sara, and perhaps you could interrupt with anything relevant! Cast you mind back to when you had been shopping with your mum, you struggled to open the door and shouted at the top of your voice, `FUCK`"

"No Sir, it was pouring down with rain and very windy. Mum dropped me off and waited for me to go in, as I have had troubles with stalkers and muggers. I had two shopping bags in my hand, and I was struggling to open the front door. Mum shouted, 'Are you ok, do you want a hand?' I replied, shouting and facing her, 'It`s ok mum the door is...', then I turned and faced the door, 'STUCK'."

"I see, what happened when you got inside?"

"I dropped my bags on the floor and ran to the loo, I was almost wetting my pants Sir."

"And?"

"Marc`s dad grabbed my arm and swung me over his knee and started belting me Sir."

"What followed?"

"I jumped up and went to wee as I was dribbling over the floor Sir."

"Then what?"

"I was belted to completion and then caned Sir, first six and then four more, when it was over Marc`s dad left, and Marc soothed me with a fucking over the table. I then apologised to Marc."

"Thank you sara, now lay on the long bench, head hanging over and legs up in the holders. I think a pussy whipping to tighten you up and Ian's cock all the way in."

My head was leaned back, and I opened my mouth and ian fed his long slave cock in my mouth, Gently he fucked my throat and as he reached my limit the pussy whipping began. Not easy with eight inches plus down your throat.

ian stopped as I tried to scream, he stopped without permission, so I was sat up. He was bent over the horse and given twenty cane stripes on his back and bottom. Mr. Bancroft lifted his cock up with his hand and kneed him in the balls five times, boy did he scream.

He was led back to me; I was laid back down and Sir guided him back down my throat and gave him almighty slap on his bottom. My latest correction came to an end and ian was put over Sir`s knee for a small bat paddled spanking.

"Have you ever seen a male slave fucked by his Master sara?"

"No Sir, never."

"Would you like to?"

"Yes please Sir, if it does not hurt him too much."

ian was knelt down in front of Sir and he unzipped him. A cock the size of rounders bat, like you see in some blue movies, was released and into ian`s mouth. I had never seen a man sucking another man before either. ian slowly gobbled Sir into his mouth and when stiff he bent over the spanking horse and was fucked, right there in front of me!"

"Have you learnt anything today sara brown?"

"Yes Sir, heaps, and so sorry I put you, and slave ian, to so much trouble."

"It is my job sara, and without naughty young men and young ladies I would be redundant."

"Yes Sir, I understand."

"Now, ian will take you and shower you, dry you, and dress you, if you so wish. He will also be on hand to deal with any sexual needs you may have."

"Yes please Sir."

"Good, ian will lead you."

ian crooked his finger like a cup hook and hooked it between my legs and led me to the shower room. He washed me down with warm water then soaped me up, he rubbed my private parts and looked up at me, I opened my legs. Three cums later he dried and dressed me and took me back to the foyer to meet Mr. Bancroft.

"Do you feel all refreshed now sara?"

"Yes thank you Sir."

"I see you still have twenty minutes of your appointment time left sara, follow me."

We went into his office and ian moved a chair into the middle of the room.

I stood before him, hands folded behind my back,

"Top please ian."

ian pulled up my jumper and blouse and tucked it into itself.

"I am going to give you a reminder of why you were sent here sara, the question I wish you to answer is, tits, pussy or bottom?"

"Bottom please Sir."

"Good choice."

Sir unbuttoned my jeans and lowered them, thumbs into my thong and down it went, he patted between my legs.

"Nice thigh gap sara, does it get much attention?"

"It gets its share Sir."

Over I went again for another spanking, even harder than the first if that was possible. Out of the corner of my tearful eyes I saw ian wanking. My spanking stopped and while I was stood up ian sat down and I was sat on his knee.

"ian will sooth you sara."

That`s why he was wanking, his cock came between my legs, and I leaned forward onto it and rubbed gently. I cum, my tears stopped, my face was wiped, and I was dressed.

"Take this letter to your Sir and as a warning, when you visit again, I will be concentrating on, tits, nipples, butt work, and voltage."

"Goodbye and thank you Sir, bye ian. Looks like I will be lit up all over on my return then Sir!"

When I got home, I gave Marc the letter from Mr. Bancroft and I was told to go to our room, get naked, and await his inspection. I stood naked with my arms folded behind my back and tits pushed out and he came in. He scooped me up and cuddled me and said that an error he made and how sorry he was.

"Does that mean no bedtime spanking Sir?"

"Of course not, silly girl."

"Oh good!"