Long Weekend 14

Long Weekend - slave girl sara.

This happened two weekends ago, late November 2024.

It was not a big ask but still had me wondering why I would have a very special surprise when we took a weekend away, staying in a timber lodge in a wood. I did not probe why, knowing how I would cry when answered, over a table or chair

I woke Sir as normal with a lick and a suck on his semi-hard cock. When semi-hard I often wondered if it was me he was dreaming of or a girl with big tits, which I knew how much he loved being in among. He never spoke, just made the sort of grunt a guy makes when woken up, he took my hand and put it around his cock. It was a wank he needed, that suited me as it is the only activity in our relationship where I have full control of his cum by the odd squeeze of his balls or a nip on his shaft base. Did he know I knew that, or did I know he knew that?

I gave Sir a medium time wank and sucked up all he gave me. I showered us both and he fucked me against the tiles as most times, I so love a stand-up fucking. The fact I am only five foot and Sir is almost six foot means I am constantly lifted off my feet by one of his hard push-in strokes.

I dried us, put on my silk gown and ran down to try and have breakfast ready whilst he dressed. Pretty simple today as it was only toast and coffee and I had set the coffee machine last night, so it only needed turning on.

Breakfast chat was full and non-stop, I put the plates in the dishwasher, wiped the table and ran back upstairs to get ready for work. As it's winter it is trousers and not skirt, woollen shirt and grey jumper and not just a skimpy tight blouse that he likes me to wear as my nipples grow touching the blouse front. No bra, and white bikini knickers. Neither of us took any lunch so that was one less job holding us up.

"Ready sara?"

"Yes, ready Sir."

He leant against the wall with his left foot on the pantry step. He undid my trousers, and they dropped to the floor. I was leant over his raised knee, and he pulled my knickers tight and in between my bum cheeks exposing my two red orbs, soon to be turned crimson.

This happens every morning, Sir counts ten seconds out loud and slaps the tops of my legs and bottom as fast as he can, so I guess twenty to thirty swats. I once tried to count but I could not concentrate for crying.

This scenario is to give me focus for the day until my bedtime, over his knee, spanking giving forgiveness for anything that has slipped through the net during the day without being punished. This evening spanking always culminates with a bent-over-the-bed sucking and fucking.

After my morning slapping, I stand on the train into work and fidget most of the morning on my office chair, except when I have my coffee and pee break and have a quick play in the loo, yummy.

When my Sir goes away on business, as he does a couple of times a month, then I go to stay with his parents and his dad takes over the duties, my Sir likes to share me with his dad, how lucky am I?

The days flew by leading up to our long weekend away, right up until just before we left, I thought it was just us two on a romantic break, till.

"Get my whippy cane out please sara."

"Yes Sir."

That was the giveaway, Sir`s whippy cane was for putting his mark, in lines, across the crown of my bottom whereas when being punished with a caning he uses his medium rattan. I handed him the cane and stood in front of him, he unbuttoned my jeans and lowered them, then two thumbs in my knickers waist band and lowered to my knees. That part of any caning always gave me my first cum, I adored his thumbs in my knickers waistband.

"Five is the count sara."

"Yes Sir, thank you."

Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, "OWWWWWW," Whoosh Crack, "OWWWW," Whoosh Crack.

"Stay down sara."

Staying down for a caning is a slightly different position to just staying down. For a caning, one stretches out with one`s arms and hands reaching for the other side of the table. A 'stay down', and the hands come down and rest against the thighs, cupped, in case a wanking is needed first. Simple things to those who know!

Sir went for my left hand as he knew it seemed alien to me being right-handed, and he could feel the awkwardness in the stroke given. Once hard Sir put a little oil on his cock and pushed it back into my hand so I was prepared for where it was going, the second clue we would not be alone this weekend. Once fucked, anally, and Sir cum over my back I was excused to go shower.

"Ten minutes, or else."

"Yes Sir."

I was back in eight minutes and got a deep, loving kiss, and off we went.

"Coffee sara?"

"Oh yes please Sir."

We pulled into a famous named coffee drive through, I cannot mention their name here but it never `costalot.` We arrived in the Cumbrian Lake District and as we could not take up residency of our cabin until three o'clock we took a boat ride, if it is called a boat ride?

At last, we arrived at our destination and signed in. We were given directions, and our cabin was number seventeen, only my lucky number! The lodges were in a circle of five and it looked like we were the first ones there. Remembering we were now in winter, so it was cold although not freezing, I was soon naked on our cabin veranda, stood by the hot tub.

The other four cabins were soon occupied, three couples we knew, and one couple were strangers to me. Within minutes three other girls were naked stood next to their hot tubs. Whoosh, Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, the new girl was getting caned, ten in all.

"Sorry about that noise guys my partner decided it was too cold, so I warmed her up."

He stood her at the end on their veranda, bent over so we all saw her stripes, we all stared at her bottom, and I felt a tingle below, I could see my Sir ogling her huge dangling titties.

All the girls got into our hot tub; you would have thought it had been contrived. My Sir brought out two bottles of bubbles and the men, dressed in their night gowns, brought two glasses each. We all sipped the bubbles and various toasts were given, it was hard drinking with the finest pair of tits I had ever seen. Their size did not make them droop at all, still standing proud from her body and her nipples facing all of us in turn as she looked at us. I so hope my Sir gets plenty of chances to put them through their paces.

We had a number inked on our backs. The men removed their robe`s and each had a number above their cocks. Billy Findle started to talk.

"A simple game to start, 'Cock a Hoop', the men will choose the number on the girls back corresponding to the numbers on their cocks. The girl will suck the cock to its full extension and throw the five hoops she has been given from two metres away. The winner with the most successful throws will be fucked by her winning cock. The losers, well you do not want to know what happens to them"

We all laughed and us girls knelt on the hot tub ledge to complete our chores, as the men circled us, then stopped in their allocated places. I was lucky with my matching numbered cock, it was big tits' partner, big cock. I wondered if a cum shows up in hot tubs, lol.

I saw Marc had dipped out and not got big tits, I call her that as I did not know her name, yet. He was stood opposite my friend, so in safe hands, and mouth, I suppose.

I had the new Sir opposite me, and he was longer than Marc, and still only semi-hard. I opened my mouth, and Sir dangled it in, he was soon hard and I was first to throw my hoop and guess what, straight on his cock, I was the only one. Same with the second, straight on and one other got one on. At the end of the game we had won with two rings, three girls had one ring and big tits no rings at all.

I had to get out and lean over the outside of the tub, I reached back to help Sir in, he was very gentle.

Jess the big titted girl, I now knew her name, had to kneel up and being last the other three girls had to wank their matching number's cum all over her body. Jess went to shower, the guys went for a drink, the other three girls got back in the tub and I was still being fucked, and what an ace fucking it was. His hands moved from my tits and onto my hips to pull me right up his shaft and he eventually cum over my stripes.

I too showered and joined all the girls in the hot tub awaiting instructions, and the men sat on the decking chatting and drinking. Billy came over to the hot tub.

"Ok ladies, dinner will be here in fifteen minutes, check to see if you need your gowns on."

"Yes Sir."

We all checked with our Sir`s who were all shaking their head 'no'. Two vans arrived at the same time, and we helped unload them, one girl driver and one boy driver, the girl helped but I do not think he closed his mouth, it did not help him when big tits put her hand down his joggers and wanked his cock! We were having Pizza and Indian and we spread the dishes out on Billy`s decking table.

"Ok ladies, you may put your gowns back on now and serve us."

"Thank you Billy Sir."

It was November and the UK weather, like most other countries, is all over the place. We had suffered minus three degrees for a few days but the day before we come here the weather changed, dry and seven or eight degrees, so still chilly.

We obviously knew what our Sir`s liked so served them their favourites then we ate, drank, and chatted on the veranda, it was brilliant, not just the food and drink but the whole experience, and my excitement for what was to come.

As the darkness began to fall, we had a cascade of light come on around the lodges and decking and between each cabin, truly magical. We dispersed around eight o'clock, I ran us a bath and put in the expensive bubble bath my mum had bought me, no reason, she just loves me. We bathed and chatted and put our gowns on and took a glass of bubbles onto the decking. Guess who`s BIG tits were hanging over their decking veranda as her Sir was filling her full of his BIG cock. One by one, I was third, we were stripped naked, bent over our verandas and fucked.

Billy had an idea!

"Clockwise one cabin guys, and if we all last out we will visit all available."

The only one to last out and get to fuck his own girl was, you guessed it, Big Sir, Malc.

Breakfast was to arrive at eight in the morning, from the on-site Bistro and be served onto each cabin table. We all went into our cabins, not because it was late, but because we were all tired.

"You did so well today."

"Thank you Sir, you know I always do my very best."

He patted his knee, I approached him and he removed my gown and led me over his knee.

"Something to help you sleep my darling, and to keep you focused for a big day tomorrow."

"Thank you Sir."

We must have echoed, soon all the cabins sounded like a bunch of people applauding.

Morning broke and I woke Sir, he was like a raging bull, it was ace. We had a leisurely bath, put on our gowns to wait for breakfast, as did three more sets of camp mates. Malc and Jess came out just as breakfast arrived complete with coffee, Latté for me and Americano for Marc. I had a mini breakfast, slice of bacon, egg, half a tomato and a slice of toast, Marc had what I had times three.

Once we had all finished Billy announced, "Playtime starts at ten, athletics."

"Billy has taken well to being in charge," said Marc.

"He sure has Sir."

"In the games we play in our groups it could be beneficial to win, or perhaps more beneficial not to win for the girl taking part."

"What position me coming would you love best Sir?"

"You know I cannot tell you that sweet girl, although, finishing in the pack would be nice."

I sank to my knees and snuggled under his gown, his cock in my mouth, no hands.

"Anyone not ready in one minute will be given five marks."

Four of us made it, yep, Jess a little later.

"Get naked and over each veranda rail for a slap."

Jess rightfully looked at her Sir and went over their rail first. SLAPPPPPP

"Ouch."

Then Sirs, SLAPPPP

"Ouch."

And so it repeated three more times and poor Jess was crying.

"Now a simple game for all abilities."

I wiped Jess`s eyes and cheeks with my hand.

"You each have a washing up bowl two metres in front of you and five table tennis balls. The one with the most balls in their bowl, is the winner and gets nothing. The one or ones with the least balls in their bowl will get a forfeit connected with the balls."

Without saying who won, just say our Jess, lost, easily.

"Now Jess, you have a choice, we either see how many table tennis balls will go into your pussy, up to five, or

(he pulled out a table tennis bat from behind his back)

, over each cabin rail for a swat from each on bottom or titties, oh, and your Sir chooses."

"I think we will take the bat and alternate, bottom, tit, bottom, tit, bottom."

My Sir was first to hit a tit, he manhandled it pretty excessively I thought, but she enjoyed it too which was the main thing until his swat hit her tit and nipple in one go, "OWWWCH."

"Good shot Marc, looks like you have had plenty of practice."

"No Billy, my first ever go, but I may include it into our play."

Jess completed her round then we all lined up and Billy put our game position on our left tits, because he is left-handed, how bizarre.

"Game two ladies, please get down on all fours and your same numbered Sir will put you in the wheelbarrow position. All you need to do is be guided to those bushes, pick up a table tennis ball in your mouth and bring it back and drop it in your bowl."

We all got ready and Malc just had to open my legs as wide as possible.

"You keep a very trim and tight pussy there Marc."

"Thank you Malc, one does ones best."

All sir does is strap it and fuck it, that said, any complement is a nice complement.

"Go."

I was not ready and stumbled, Malc slapped my bottom, and he helped me back into position. We soon made-up ground and were second picking up the ball, I did not want to win so stayed just behind till the leader stumbled and left us in front with only metres to go.

"The results are, sara and Malc..."

Malc began to cheer and picked me up and licked my nipples.

"If I can finish Malc?"

"Yes of course Billy, apologies."

"As I was saying, the results are, sara and Malc are disqualified, sara dropped her ball in someone else`s bowl."

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Malc`s hand raise up and as it came down I screwed up my eyes, but nothing happened. I opened my eyes and Marc had hold of his arm.

"You are very lucky I grabbed your arm Malc."

"And why would that be?"

"Had you touched sara, I would have broken your fucking arm, as it is I will forget about you licking her nipples when you lifted her. Sorry to be a killjoy boys, but me and sara are going home."

We packed up said our kisses and goodbyes, but only to Jess and not Malc.

"Very sorry Marc and sara and everyone, I was well out of line, so Jess and I have packed and decided to leave."

It was too little too late.

We got home and when we were in the house I burst into tears and we cuddled, Marc knew what I wanted to say but couldn`t. He scooped me up and took me to our bedroom.

So, our long weekend was cut short, but luckily, I had my own personal long weekend bent over our hot tub!