Joining the ASSembly Rooms - slave girl sara
What are the ASSembly rooms you may wonder? Well, the name of the rooms should give you help in getting to the `Bottom` of your pondering.
General Discipline - Bottoms Up - Lollipop Suck - Glory Hole - Flogging Station
My cousin Amy, well, she is a member of three of their rooms, she never told me which, but she got me an invite to one of their recruitment intakes. It was in an old Wesleyan Chapel at the back of the High Street. I remember the building from junior school when we used to go and sing carols just before Christmas.
I was in awe of it all, the huge organ being played by an old man who fortunately managed to play more right notes than wrong ones, but it was pretty close. The members of our choir who laughed at him were dealt with back at school.
With that memory in mind, I walked through the same door as I did all those years ago and into the foyer, the same foyer where I sang the solo introduction to the carol,
Once In Royal David's City
, to open the carol service.
"Yes?"
I jumped forward.
"Sorry Sir, I was dreaming."
A SLAP across my bottom brought me back to the here and now.
"sara brown Sir, for an appointment with Mr. Willows regarding possible room membership, Sir."
"I would love to see you in the Bottoms Up room, in fact, that is where I will interview you."
"Yes Sir and thank you Sir for thinking about me."
I followed him through the large oak doors and into the church itself. All that was left was a largish room in the middle of where the main centre aisle of the old chapel ran with other rooms leading off it.
Mr. Willow`s pointed to different items.
"General Discipline means exactly that so here we have spanking, belting, and caning horse, St Andrew's Cross for whipping backs and tits, Gynae Couch for searching all a girls secret places, Rack to stretch a girl`s body, Weights, for hanging from a girl's bits and tapes to measure such bits."
He looked up at the balcony and pointed.
"Up there is for our paying customers, we usually play to full houses."
"Yes Sir, I can well imagine that, do the subjects volunteer Sir?"
He put his foot onto the rung of the Gynae couch.
"Guess what?"
"A spanking Sir?"
"Yes, of course a spanking. Stupid question, agreed?"
I dropped my knickers to the floor and pulled up my skirt above my waist.
"Yes, sorry Sir, agreed."
I eased over his knee, and after a quick rub, the sound of a hand spanking a small bottom echoed around balcony above. After a few sobs and then me crying, he stopped. It looked like he had got his cock out as soon as my spanking stopped. I knelt and opened my mouth.
"A wank will suffice, get your tits out for me to squeeze."
I pulled my jumper and bra up and I wanked him, stiff.
"Do you want my belt sara?"
"No Sir."
"Then stop fucking moaning."
He grunted and arched his back and shot his cum over my neck and tits.
"Mouth!"
I sucked him clean and used a tissue to wipe some of his cum off me. He pulled my jumper down leaving my bra still up.
"Skirt up again."
My knickers were still around my ankles as he fingered me to a cum and had me lick his fingers.
"I now own you girl as my wanking suck pig, and I need lots of wanking."
No way!
"But Sir..."
I was back over his knee, he stopped, and I felt him wanking his cock again, then more spanking, I cried and cried and he knelt me and gagged me with his cock.
"Jumper up, tits out."
He spunked all over me again.
"Skirt up."
He clitty wanked me again and I sucked him clean again, he touched the buckle of his belt.
"If I displease you Sir or if I am too slow, please whip me with your belt."
He twisted each nipple from twelve o`clock to quarter past twelve.