My Misadventure Adventure - slave girl sara
A true story of last Saturday 10th Feb 2024.
I know the title is a bit of a contradiction, but it seemed to fit well.
Going back a day, I finished work early on Friday, as I usually do, and got up to date with emails, my stories, and my diary from notelets I write to remind me.
Marc`s dad called, as he does on a Friday, I made him a coffee and told him of my last few days. He always needs to know how my discipline is going and I usually always say the same. I get about a ten second slapping on the top of my legs bent over his raised knee, he puts his leg on the bottom bar of our kitchen steps. This is to give me focus for the day ahead and I get a bedtime over the knee spanking from Marc to forgive any misdoings which slipped through.
His dad always says he thinks I would benefit from a belting. He likes to use his own belt and I still get a strange thrill when I see a man unbuckling his belt to use on me. I am always naked in the house being a house slave, my choice, and he takes me to the table and tells me this will do you good and you will benefit no end.
He belts me, to tears of course, then mounts me from behind and he is a tad bigger than Marc and hits my spot, on regular thrusts, sometimes I collapse on the table, sometimes a few bottom slaps keep me conscious.
When Marc comes home, he says, 'I see my dad called, is he ok?' and we talk about his dad. Bedtime a lighter spanking due to his dad's visit.
At brekkie my normal ten-second slaps. You know the morning ten-second slaps hurt more than a belting. We got dressed into our running gear and did the 5k Park Run, twice to get in 10k. Then our twenty-minute routine in our mini gym, shower, play and Marc goes out.
Now for the Misadventure part of my story.
At about eleven o`clock my Father arrived, he looked pretty angry, and asked why I had not met him at Mrs. Jackson`s like we had agreed. No excuses I had her visit down as next Saturday. I apologised and went over our kitchen counter as he removed his belt. Now, my Daddy is the world`s best and hardest belter, believe me, and if you don`t believe me ask my mum or my sister!
I washed my face put on a track suit and followed him to the car. Fair play to my Father, my belting was the end of it, and he talked about all sorts, he even asked my advice on a work related subject.
We got to Mrs. Jackson`s, she is in her fifties I suppose, and my Father apologised as did I, and said I will not forget again and I had been disciplined. My Father left and said he would pick me up about three to take me home.
I had gone to Mrs. Jackson's to read to her as she had just had her second cataract done. She is a member of our community and a big church goer. If we have any event she is always on the committee and was my Sunday School teacher for a few years. It was her who encouraged me to be a Sunday School teacher too when I grew up.
I read the daily newspaper headlines and the story attached if she was interested. I made her a cup of tea and a ham sandwich for her lunch.
Then picked up her book, '
Chicago Cartels'
, about gangsters in the 1930s. I cleared her lunch things, and asked if she wanted me to read her book.
"sara, tell me how your father disciplined you please."
And so began the Adventure
"Do you remember the spankings I had to give you at Sunday School?"
"Yes Miss I do, vividly, and to this day no idea why you had me over your knee, was I that naughty?"
"Sometimes I just needed to spank a bottom and yours was so small and cute, still is, what do you think of that disclosure sara?
"Oh ok Miss."
