High End Slave - Part 1 - slave girl sara
I think we were a pretty average family, kids, a mom balancing three jobs and a dad who loved a drink and a gamble. We lived a pretty frugal and well-disciplined life and our whole world revolved around my dad`s hand, belt, or cane.
No one was immune, and as we both got to our late teens, I was eighteen months younger than Sal, even our visitors or overnight sleepers became vulnerable. To be fair it was the same for us if we visited friends or stayed over at their homes, nothing ever sexual, that was just at home, but always a naked spanking.
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I remember when I was nineteen, I was allowed to stay out until eleven-thirty at a party. I got a lift from a boy, Henry, who had been a good friend for years and we broke each other's virginity together, not boyfriend though. He would do anything for a wank or a suck and if I really needed his services a shag.
Anyway, someone had run into his car and driven off, I knew I would be late but a lot less than an hour, so I never rang home to say as it was so late. He walked me home and as we cuddled on the doorstep; I had my hands down his pants and on his cock to wank him as a thank you, the door opened, it was dad. He saw my hand and pulled it out of Henry's pants.
"Look at the time girl, over an hour late and I was waiting up for you. You did not care and thought you would fuck a boy on my doorstep, inside, you too boy."
I got a lecture on selfishness, and he got one on respect of someone's daughter.
"Lecture over, what happens when you cross the line in this house Alice?"
"Punished Sir." I could have explained why, and I would still get the belting.
I got a few slaps on the top of my legs.
"How are you punished?"
"Deserved spanking Sir."
"Correct, get your clothes off, are you watching boy, this will be your job in years to come, with a careless wife and naughty children."
"Yes Sir."
I was naked and got the spanking I deserved, every one of dad's spanks were given at full speed from waist to back of the legs and I was soon in tears and full of remorse. Spanking over I was in full spank dancing mode. My juvenile tits bouncing up and down, a little more than usual to give Henry a good view.
"Go and fetch the kitchen belt Alice,"
I managed a "Yes Sir," through my tears.
It was the thick black one my dad used to be belted with growing up so had seen lots of bare bottoms. As I got back the boy stepped forward.
"Sir, may I take her belting, it was my fault getting her home late?"
"Very generous, yes, get naked boy."
He was not the most developed boy but still carried a good six-inch dangling between his legs. To be fair he only got the same I would have got and was also soon in floods of tears.
"Well taken boy, now pick up your clothes and get out of my house, and the next time you wish to take my daughter out, ask me first."
"Yes Sir,"
He left and I knelt, would I have knelt had he still been there? Yes, for sure.
"Good girl, I taught you well, just a good suck and I will fuck you in your bed."
"Yes Sir."
"Oh, and Alice, I like your choice of boy, handsome, tall and a good cock size to keep you satisfied."
