Home Days -- slave girl sara
During my House Slave Training days with Sir Don Brown and his sub wife, Daisy, I often had time back at my parent's home.
The reasons varied, perhaps I was being missed, maybe Sir Don and Daisy were going on holiday or maybe we had something special going on in our family.
This particular coming weekend my Father wanted me to come home for a few days. Uncle Joseph, my Father's brother, had flown up from Cornwall on business and Father said he wanted to show me off.
I know he had asked Sir Don to only spank me during the week if I needed it so I had a clean, clear bottom. Daisy told me, she was shocking at keeping secrets, luckily she told me, knowing I have never betrayed any confidence.
That Sir Don did, so spanked most days but no maintenance on the previous Sunday morning, in-stead just two spankings, one on waking and the second after breakfast but I had to watch Daisy strapped and caned, she takes twenty stripes so well I must say, and with the senior cane.
I cleared the breakfast table and got a spanking. I could never say I got a light spanking off Sir Don, not sure he has ever heard of them.
We all set off to church, me with my little overnight rucksack, just clean knickers and bra really. My Father was a stickler for having all his family wear underwear, anyone, and I mean, anyone, who was caught without got his belt so hard it looked as though you had red pants on.
After we had coffee at church, I helped clear and wash the cups with some other girls, then I went home with mum, Father, and my uncle Joseph.
Father said I was to get a late maintenance, none of this 'what would you like for maintenance' as is the new thinking of the church, Father is old school, hard strapping and a stripe for each year of my age.
My Father punishes us all to teach us a lesson and to sting almost unbearably hard but never enough to damage or break our skin.
He asked Uncle Joseph if he would like to give me a spanking before my maintenance, he of course accepted. He just has boys at home and no daughters and we all know boys get away with murder before they earn a whipping.
I have only ever seen my brothers whipped three or four times, and it really is not pleasant, I am so glad I am a girl.
I walked towards Uncle Joseph; I remembered a year or so ago he wanted to undress me.
Father left me with him, he lifted up my jumper and left it over my head, I wondered what he would do next, tits or pussy?
I did not have to wait long, a hand up my skirt and down my knickers, I was not complaining and cum for him, and for myself.
Jumper off and tit time.
He took them out one at a time and laid each over its cup.
Well, you know me with tit and nipple play, cum again.
He gently slapped each one before removing my bra.
Skirt next then my knickers were pulled right up to show my wet pussy lips silhouetted over my crotch.
He rubbed it before lowering them for me to step out of.
As soon as I was naked I put my hands on my head, after a little patting and poking, and my Fa-ther`s footsteps coming I went over Uncle's knee and got a big warm up.
