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.
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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.