Room to Let

Room To Let part 1 - Post University - slave girl sara

I was not in a good place at the time and I knew it. I kept telling myself I will be ok and what else could go wrong in my life. Having just finished five years at university, and was now a qualified pharmacist, I was informed two months ago that my mum and dad had decided to split up by mutual consent. My mum went back to her family roots on the east coast and my dad had taken a new job on the west coast.

The family house was sold straight away to a cash buyer so I had about six weeks to find somewhere to live after finishing uni. My parents had shared the house furniture out between themselves but left a few things for me to use until I found somewhere to live. My room was pretty much complete and the kitchen still had a table and four chairs along with a few bits still in one cupboard. The bathroom just had my stuff in and the lounge had the TV, small table, two reclining garden chairs and a month's worth of junk mail. They said when I moved out they would collect anything I could not take with me.

Between them they put £10,000 into my savings account to help me out till I found work, and a message from both that they had not deserted me but needed to make a new life, of which I was still an important part for them both.

I went for a walk to clear my head, sat on a bench in the park and just cried. I often sat on this exact bench to cry, no one was ever about so no one could hear. I blew my nose and heard voices, lots of voices, not in my head, but in the park. It was Saturday morning, and the park was infested with Park Run competitors. I was wearing my trainers, shorts, and short sleaved top so before I knew what was happening, I was in among them, running. Not just running but passing people, I came to a fork in the track, girls one side boys the other.

"Name?"

"Jess Sir."

"Number?"

"Phone number Sir?"

"So, you think fucking me about is the way to go hey? Marion, check in the numbers please."

"No Sir, sorry if I gave that impression."

He grabbed my arm and took me into the control tent and through a curtain to the first aid area. He rolled his sleeve up and put his foot up onto rail at the end of the bed frame.

"Shorts and knickers."

"Down Sir?"

"Are you looking for a belting too young lady?"

"No Sir, sorry."

I undid my shorts and lowered them to my knees with my knickers and leant over his knee.

"You seem to be saying sorry a lot, perhaps you will be very sorry after your spanking."

Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap. I was soon sobbing and then crying, again, he did not let up until he had probably reddened my crown, sit spot, and the top of my legs. He finished, gently pulled up my knickers, then my shorts and stood in front of me and pulled me to his chest and let me cry then sob.

"You have been a very well disciplined young lady and taught well."

"Yes I have and thank you Sir, but no more now, well till you just spanked me."

I told him of my plight and how I just joined in from the Victorian park shelter, just to stop me crying. He hugged me again.

"I am Jonas Barringby, folks call me JB."

"Thank you Sir."

"I organise this Park Run and will be here every Saturday from six in the morning. If you need me in between, you will find me at the Old Vicarage on Church Street. If it is dead, dead urgent I work at the large chemist in town, Duckburns."

"Thank you again Sir, I think I will be ok."

I hugged him and kissed his cheek. What a coincidence he is a pharmacist.

I went home and checked the local online estate agents and copied a few details down on my phone. I passed the day watching TV and playing games on my phone then had a bath and an early night. The next morning my doorbell rang about nine o'clock, it was my dad`s brother, Uncle Brian. I almost jumped into his arms.

"Good morning Sir."

"How`s my favourite niece?"

"I am ok Sir, do you know I will soon have to move?"

"Yes, I know the whole tale, which is why I am here."

Oh brilliant, he has come to tell me I can move in with him and Aunt Kath I thought.

"Oh, why Sir."

I nearly Peed I was so excited, and somewhat relieved.

"Your dad asked me to see if you were in and issue your Sunday Maintenance."

"Oh."

"Upstairs, now Jess."

I ran upstairs and undressed as Uncle Brian set my three pillows up for me to go over then he removed his belt.

"Where are the canes Jess?"

"In the wardrobe Sir."

"Over you go."

He went to choose a cane as I made myself comfy over the pillows.

"So naughty girl, why the spanking and from who?"

I answered as his belt hit my bottom, maybe thirty or forty times.

"This next session of belting is with my open belt for being naughty, you will also get extra stripes."

I had to grip my hands in front of me so tight they went into cramp the belt whipping hurt so much. He stopped and rubbed, then slapped my bottom.

"Not sure where you are moving to Jess but if local I want you at mine two times a week, I intend to thrash the difference between right and wrong through your bottom as you obviously do not take it in through your mind. Get in the corner."

That was unusual, I had not had corner time for years. Again, he came and rubbed my bottom and I swear he was wanking.

"Cane time."

"Sir, that is the senior and will cut me."

He nodded and changed it for the intermediate cane as I went back over. I got my usual ten, they seemed so hard I was screaming.

"Quiet girl or we start again. Four extras for getting a spanking off a stranger, these will be over your back."

And he did and it hurt like a fire burn.

"Corner."

I went to the corner and knew I had been right before as his cock was hanging out of his pants. He came over and rubbed my back and my bottom.

"A job well done, back off the wall a little so I can get to your young tits."

As I moved back his cock came between my legs rubbing on my pussy lips. His hands were all over me, clit, belly button, nipples and tits, I cum and cum.

"Kneel."

I knelt to suck his hard cock.

"Over your pillows or back to the wall for your fucking?"

I did not answer but went to my bed.

"Good choice, bottom high so your favourite uncle can taste your youth."

His tongue and mouth had me cumming again and again, and his fucking was the icing on my cake. I was not quick enough to catch his cum in my mouth so a bucket full came over my face and tits. I cleaned him up and he sent me for a shower.

"Tea or coffee Jess?"

"Coffee please Uncle Brian."

"Don`t dress."

He must have wanted to fuck me again. The shower penetrated the cane strokes on my back and made my bottom flare it was so sore. I went down, he had put the kettle on, but I had to make the drinks. I put them on the coffee table in the lounge.

"Your dad wants you spanking and fucking regular so one of your cousins will call in the week, ok?"

"Yes, ok Sir."

We drank our coffee and he stared at my naked body.

"Perk your nipples Jess, see how hard you can make them, not like that, like this."

I moved by him, and he twisted and squeezed, what sort of pervert would do that to his niece, then again what sort of pervert would cum twice as he did it?

"A choice before I go, fucked in your bottom, your mouth, or a wank Jess?"

I would have loved all three but humoured him.

"Please Sir, can this naughty girl wank you to a finish then suck up all your cum?"

He smiled, took out his cock, wanked it a little and lay back in the reclining chair for my assistance.

The few weeks before I had to leave the family home passed in a heartbeat and with only four days to go I went back onto the local flats and rooms to let page.

'Room available in a shared house. Free board and lodging in return for making a dinner for four each evening and serving the occupants. Own lockable door but shared bathroom and leisure areas.'

It sounded perfect, I rang the number and a lady answered and arranged an appointment for me that same afternoon.