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Story from November 2019

I am a very fortunate girl and that I know.

A great upbringing within a strict loving family and now a job I love and a lifestyle I adore.

My father settles my credit card bill and all my salary goes into my bank then to my savings.

My Sir buys me a train pass which covers busses as well.

Even with a Friday night out in Leeds with the girls I probably do not spend £50/$70 a week.

To make sure I do not drift off the straight and narrow financially I have regular tutorials with an ex uni colleague of Sirs.

He likes to be called, Mr. James rather than Sir and his wife Mrs. James.

Here is a story of one such time a few weeks ago.

We were having breakfast and Sir told me to put a clean pair of knickers in my bag as I would be going to Mr. and Mrs. James`s for the evening,

I also packed my charger, rather have that than the knickers to be honest.

It was only a short bus ride from the station stop I usually stop at so only added 15 minutes to my journey.

I was greeted by Mrs. James who said Mr. James had business in his study.

From the sound of the slaps and cries it was not hard to guess what it was.

They had 2 girls, one my age, 18, and at school with me and the other 2 years older who was at school with my sister.

The eldest had been married this year and only lived a few miles away, the youngest, Jane, worked in the office of a big department store in Leeds.

Jane like me smashed our exams and got just one A* less than me, but like me decided uni was not for her, she also loved her home life and faith, she was still a Sunday school teacher like I used to be, in fact I covered for her a few months ago when they had a big family holiday after the wedding.

Their lifestyle was much like ours except Mrs. James also saw to discipline as I knew only too well.

I remember a while ago me and a few more girls were messing about with water in the church kitchen after a social evening and she caught us.

We all had to drop our knickers to our knees, skirt up and go over one of the hard-wooden trestle tables to have our bottoms well and truly reddened with a wooden spoon.

Also father`s belt when I got home.

I sat and chatted with Mrs. James who confirmed Jane had verbal issues, so her dad was helping her to deal with them.

I chuckled and soon heard;

"So you think it`s funny to swear sara, knickers to knees, skirt up and over here?"

She patted her knee and I went over for a spanking as Jane and Mr. James came out of his study and my spanking stopped.

"Anything I need to deal with my dear?"

"No all sorted now."

Jane took my place over her mum`s knee to have her strap lines rubbed with cream.

As she lifted her skirt to go over I notice her huge hairy triangle, gave me quite a shudder.

"Are you cold sara?"

"No Mr. James Sir," Jane giggled and got a couple of slaps at the back of her legs.

We got sent upstairs to take my bag up and freshen up.

"Can I undress you sara like we used to?"

"Yes of course."

She lifted my jumper up and off then went behind me and she rubbed my back, then shoulders, undid my bra, then held my tits.

Her hands followed my breastbone down and unfastened my skirt and let it drop to the floor.

She rubbed my tummy and both hands went down the top of my knickers and into my secret area which of course was soaking by now.

I closed my eyes as she fingered me remembering how my brother`s mates used to finger me as I wanked them when i lived at home.

As my knickers dropped to the floor I turned and remover her blouse, then repeated all she had just done to me.

Her tits were tiny. Just like mine, so sexy and moreish, as I took her bra off I saw 30B and could not wait to squeeze them.

When into her knickers i rubbed her covered mound and brought me another cum, her hand came behind her back and I hooked onto them just as her mum came in with her clean laundry.

We stopped knowing we would be strapped at best and caned at worst.

She just shook her head.

"Enjoy each other girls, I won`t mention it downstairs."

When she left I asked Jane, "Does your mum fuck you too?"

"Oh no, well, not often."

As we faced her she pinched both our nipples and left. When she left I asked Jane, "Does your mum fuck you too?"

"Oh no, well, not often."

The race was on as to which one of us would go on our knees first, as we both began to go down she took me to her bed and we both licked and sucked in a 69 union.

Mr. James shouted from the bottom of the stairs, "sara, my study in 10 minutes."

I had a mouthful at the time but managed, a. "Yes Sir."

I knocked, "Come in sara.

Checking through you bank details and your credit card use, I find a few abnormalities."

"Oh, sorry Sir, may I see?"

"Of course, this one, JL Pleasures, £135."

"That's an easy one Sir, it was for some new undies."

"And who sanctioned it?"

"Ern, why no one Sir, I just needed them Sir."

"Needed £135 worth of knickers?"

"Oh no Sir, I needed," Sir interrupted, "Undress and carry on."

I unzipped my Skirt, took it off and folded it over a chair.

"Sir, I was saying, I needed bra`s and wanted knickers to match too Sir."

Sir stood and unbuckled his belt as my bra came off, I scrunched my legs together as I had a little moment as I saw it.

"And how many bra`s did you need?" He tapped the chesterfield sofa arm as he spoke.

Over I went with my red bottom, courtesy of Mrs. James, stuck high like a beacon.

"I got 2 bra`s and 6 pair of knickers Sir."

Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack.

"And who am I sara?"

"Sir, Whoosh Crack, I mean Mr. James."

T. Wilkinsons, £142," Whoosh Crack, "Owwwwww, Owwwwwww.

The same Sir, WHOOSH CRACK, Mr. James, Mr James.

I was soon crying as he brought up 2 more amounts, £89 and £74, same again Mr. James, undies."

"Hold tight."

Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack.

He left me over a while, then stood me up, sat on the armchair and hugged me on his knee till I calmed to a sob.

"Tell me the reason why you needed so many sara, and why you thought you had no reason to ask permission off your parents?"

"Mr. James, Sir, sorry, Mr. James, I started running again, lost weight and my boobs shrank, and I kept popping out Sir."

"From what, to what?"

"32B to 30A."

"Stand, let me see." He juggled and nipped, and I so hoped he would rub my pussy, he did not and I just had to.

"Got an itch sara?"

He moved my hand and rubbed me, I could not answer, I just pushed against him.

"May I thank you for my beating Mr. James?"

He stood and I knelt and removed his cock, I was well used to his size as I visited on a pretty regular basis.

I sucked as if to save my life, mouth and hands, he pushed my hands down to fuck my face, they went straight between my aching lips, we cum together.

I cleaned him off then he sat me on his desk, leant me back, my legs in the air as he cleaned and enjoyed me bringing another couple of cums.

It was time for dinner and the main topic of conversation was my tits, or the lack of them and I had to show and let all have a feel at how taught they now were.

Sir suggested I ate dinner topless, so Jane did too, no one touched her though, but I so wanted to.

Jane and I cleared the table and were excused to bathe and put our dressing gowns on, with a play in-between, Jane actually licked every inch of my hot bottom, front one too as my fingers did my talking.

Bedtime and i wondered who would be into my bedroom first, "Position sara."

"Yes Mr. James."

I knelt on all fours across my bed, Sir came to my head for a stiffening, then behind to fuck me, then back to be sucked off.

He was skilful, gentle but dominant and had me just as he liked.

He kissed my forehead and left.

Mrs. James arrived and had some toys for back and front and nipple clamps, wow did they sting, wow and what a cum maker.

She had her pleasure out of me not missing a single sexual point to make me cum, I was exhausted when she went.

Jane then came in and we cuddled and sent ourselves to sleep.

It was morning, my bedroom door opened, Mr. James came back in and took us both in turn, as I did when he had done, it was so loving and seemed so right.

Father picked me up after breakfast and after he chatted with Mr. James.

I was straight over the kitchen table when we got home for Fathers belt, then 10 stripes, deserved, upstairs then for a soothing off him.

Which slaves reading this wishes they were me; I surely am glad I`m me, one very lucky girl?