One Stop Shop

One Stop Shop - Part 1 - slave girl sara

Every city and most larger towns have a One Stop Shop, and our city is no exception.

I left school two years ago and struggled to find a job I enjoyed, by enjoy I mean was kept busy, liked my workmates and found the work beneficial. Unfortunately, out of the five jobs I have had and left, none had the three aforementioned, criteria I desired. I am not sure what I want but am certain what I don't want.

I know my partner is none too pleased with my current job status as shown when over his knee! So, I went for a job application form from the One Stop Shop, someone I know says it is run very strictly, much like our home life and the way we were brought up.

I got to the main office and a nice lady gave me the form I required after asking me some details of my lifestyle. My Sir said I had to fill it in at home so he could check it before I handed it in, so we did it that night.

Apart from the usual personal details, Name, Address, Date of Birth, email etc. there was, height, dress size, athleticism, plus details of any recent discipline.

I went back the next day, I thought just to hand my application in, but I was asked to take a seat. The lady I got the application form off came into the waiting room and took me into another room.

"Now sara brown I will start with the consequences of being reported to me for doing just one tiny thing wrong. You will go over my knee for a bare bottomed spanking, agreed?"

"Agreed Miss."

Two things in a day means after your bare bottomed spanking will be a bare bottomed strapping, over this desk with that office strap, agreed?"

She pointed to a thick, black, well worn, strap hung up behind the office door.

"Yes Miss, agreed, perhaps I do not wish to know about the third thing Miss."

"Very wise young lady, now, do you have a middle name?"

"Yes Miss I do."

She showed me my application form.

"What does that say?"

"Full name Miss, sorry."

She came round to my side of the desk, stood me up and moved the chair into the middle of the room.

"Stand by the door, facing it."

"Yes Miss."

"When you are called into my office, and the chair is in the centre of the room as this one is now, you come in when told to, see the chair position, lower your knickers to your ankles, and waddle over to my right-hand side. Do you understand?"

"Yes Miss I do, thank you for explaining."

"Now, go outside and knock on my door."

I did as I was told, and she called me in. She was sat in the chair, her pleated skirt pulled up to her knees, and her right arm cardigan sleeve rolled up.

I closed the door, lowered my knickers, and waddled to her right-hand side and got the back of my legs slapped a few times for fidgeting.

"Why are you stood with your knickers down, at the right-hand side of my spanking chair awaiting to go over my knee, sara?"

"For not paying attention to detail Miss, for which I apologise and deserve to be spanked."

She lifted up my skirt for me to hold and looked at my mound, it was shaped as a question mark.

"A question mark hey, this should answer your question."

I was bent over and spanked, gently, and slowly, and rubbed first, then spanked with all the skill of a full time, experienced spanker.

The door opened and a man came in. Miss stopped my spanking and he rubbed my bottom.

"Another newbie?"

"That`s right Sir, it is the only way some learn and look at this."

I was stood up to show my designer question mark, he rubbed that too. He pressed my clit.

"I suppose this is the full stop?"

I nodded and he pressed it again.

"Some papers to file on your desk, send the girl to me when you are finished."

He went out and I got a few more swats. She sat me on her knee to wipe my eyes with a tissue and held it to my nose for me to blow.

"When I send you to the store manager he will ask for some sexual favours, I take it you are fucked at home and not a virgin."

"Yes Miss, by my Sir and his brother, who lives with us."

"I could see you were disciplined with a few fading handprints and cane stripes."

"Yes Miss a couple of days ago to help me focus."

"Very good, do you want to visit the manager?"

"I feel I should as he asked specially Miss."

"Out of my door, turn right and it is the office at the end of the corridor, see you at eight in the morning to show you round."

"Yes Miss, and sorry you had to spank me."

She smiled and I went down the corridor to see the shop manager, I knocked on his door.

"Come in."

"sara brown Sir, it was my red bottom you felt, you wished to see me."

"Yes quite, I thought I should check your bottom is ok."

"Thank you Sir, should I lower my knickers for you?"

"Perhaps undress altogether then nothing gets in the way of my inspection."

"Ok Sir, as you prefer."

He looked to be having quite a stiffy on under his trousers. I soon got naked and put my hands on my head as dad taught me. He stroked and prodded, patted and rubbed.

"All seems to be ok, no damage done. I tell you what, would you like me to give you a choice of actions?"

"If you wish Sir."

"I can lay you over my knee and rub some cream over your red-hot bottom, or you can sit astride my knee, take out my cock and see what happens."

I so needed fucking, so never answered. I just unzipped him, sat astride his knees and pulled out his hard cock. I wanked him until I saw his pre cum then guided him into my throbbing pussy and rode him as fast and as hard as I could, I felt his warmth in my tummy but kept on going until I had a crashing cum and fell back onto his body.

He let me rest a while. I jumped off then licked his cock clean and put it away.

"I think you are going to do very well here Miss brown, very well indeed."

I stood on the bus on my way home my sore bottom was still hurting.

When I got home, I ran a bubbly bath and played until it was ready. I bathed and played a little more, then rubbed some hand cream I have on my bottom. A product and idea handed down from my mum.

My partner was still at work but was usually home for five. At half past four I texted him;

Good afternoon Sir

Love you, and just to say it may benefit you if you have your cock out as you enter our lobby.

Much love and sloppy kisses.

sara, house slave xx