Job Seeing -

Job Seeking part 1 - Opportunity Missed! - slave girl sara

Ali knew she was not the sharpest knife in the draw, academically, but she knew she had a lot to give to the right employer. Her home life was heavily based on the bible and its scriptures and was much like any other girl's in her lifestyle and community. Yes, it was strict, and she believed it had to be so to keep a girl in line, it was also very loving and now at twenty she hoped it would never change. She continues her story below.

"Any news on the job market Ali?"

"Yes dad, I sent three applications off last week, and am still waiting to hear back."

"And the one at Heap`s fish shop I told you to enquire about?"

"Oh, I forgot that one dad, sorry."

"Forgot or did not want to smell of chip fat all your working life?"

"Got to say, the latter Sir."

Dad was none too pleased, putting it mildly. Forgetting would have been a spanking for sure, but lying carried a heavier penalty. As he stood, so did I. We had Aunty Marion, Uncle William and their eighteen-year-old twin sons, Isaac and Ruben visiting us.

"Please excuse us while I give Ali a few lessons in the benefits of telling the truth. You may join us in the dining room if you wish."

Aunty Marion never moved but Uncle William, Isaac and Ruben nearly got stuck in the doorway vying for the best viewing position. I followed my father in and waited until he was stood by the table.

As he unbuckled his belt I pulled my dress over my head, my nipples well past standing to attention as I showed off my young tits to my waiting audience. I need a bra for sure, being a 34C cup but adore being without so my nipples perk every time my dress rubs against them. What a coincidence I was bra-less, just freshly shaved below, and wearing my sexy pink special occasion knickers.

As my dad`s belt left its last trouser loop my knickers hit the floor. I stepped one foot out of them and with the other foot kicked them up in the air and caught them. I lay them over my dress which I had draped over the chair I sit on for meals and the chair my dad uses when I get spanked.

"You know why I am going to strap you don`t you Ali?"

"Yes Sir I told a fib instead of the truth."

"And?"

"And Sir?"

He pulled out my chair.

"Ah yes Sir, I never applied for the chippy job Sir, sorry."

He positioned my chair to give the guys a good view of the business end. As always, I was lectured as I was spanked.

What should I have done? Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap.

Have I learnt a lesson? Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap.

What would I do again in such a situation? Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap.

Am I learning a lesson? Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap.

It was not easy answering questions whilst being spanked hard, crying, and flashing all I could to the audience. Dad gave me a few minutes to change from crying, which I did freely, to intermittent sobs.

"Stand up Ali."

I obeyed and folded my arms behind my back, chest pushed out, just as my mum and daddy taught me, I am a girl after all. I knew he would have me pose bent over, hands on my knees so my tits would swing as he strapped, and I swayed.

"What next for you being so naughty Ali"

"Am I to be strapped Sir?"

"Yes you are, tell Uncle William and the boys why."

I kept sobbing so my tits would bounce up and down. Apart from dad and once when Uncle Brian from London stayed overnight and I was his bed warmer, no one else has ever touched them.

"Sorry for you having to see my discipline again, but I chose the wrong option so deserved the spanking I just had and the strapping I am about to get."

"Hands on your knees Ali."

"Yes Sir, thank you."

I bent over and my dad took no time in issuing my strapping, and I duly obliged with my tit swinging and crying.

"Stay down as you are Ali, boys, watch her and if she moves, she knows she will be caned."

"Thank you daddy, sorry."

I do not think the dining room door had closed before the boys were round me.

"Swing your tits again cuz." Slappppp

I swung my tits; they grabbed a nipple each and squeezed and both bent down to suck and bite my nipples.

"Will you suck my cock cuz?"

"No, why should I?"

"Don`t then, we will tell uncle you stood up and moved about, your choice, mouth open or cane?"

I opened my mouth and he unzipped and pulled out a cute little cock, it went through my mind would the twins` cocks be the same size? In a few seconds I found out the answer as twin two inserted his bigger cock in me. They fucked each end of me in perfect time and my tits swung like a metronome and my bottom glowed with his rubbing.

"Swap ends Zac."

Isaac did as he was told, I had been at their house when he didn`t and Ruben spanked his bare bum, over his knee and his little cock was stood on end. After we had lunch Ruben told his dad Isaac did not do as he was told and after lunch his dad strapped them both, no idea why both, but I know it made me tingle.

"Do you want our spunk in your mouth or slitty?" What a question!

"Mouth,

Isaac slapped my bottom

, please."

Isaac pulled out and Ruben let him cum in my mouth as he went back to my bottom.

"Hold her tits tight Zac whilst I fuck my first arse."

And he did, unusual but not abhorrent. Then he emptied his cum into my mouth too. A few minutes later my dad came back in, I was positive they would say I moved so they could watch my caning.

"Well boys, did she move?"

I think he was convinced he would be caning me very soon, a job he relished.

"Not an inch Uncle, even when she cried again."

"Why would she cry?"

"I rubbed her bottom, I though it may ease her, she is my cuz after all isn't she Sir?"

"She sure is Ruben, that was nice of you."

Uncle William came in to say bye, I was allowed to stand and be cuddled by all four of them. When they had gone my dad came back to me in the dining room and led me over the table. He did not fuck me regularly but always did after a strapping and always well and I think we both enjoyed him pulling my tits back as he fucked.