Whipping Girl

{All participants aged over 18}

This is part 3 of my story about Sky. She replied to an advert for a Whipping Girl and the day of her trial period has arrived. Before leaving home her father gave her some cane stripes to show at her new job.

At last, Friday 26th May, my twenty second birthday and the appointment for my potential new job.

I had a slice of toast for breakfast and my dad leaned me over the table.

"Hold her hands mother, she will be caned with no warm up spanking or belting."

He lowered my knickers to my knees and gave me ten hard cane stripes. Mum cleared the rest of the breakfast things as dad unzipped and fucked me, slapping my stripes for better effect when shown again at my job.

My destination was only a few station stops away on the train, about half an hour in time.

I took a taxi to the residence, maybe ten minutes out of the city.

An old Victorian looking building with a wooden balustrade surrounding a terrace. There were various seats and tables but all looked in new condition.

I paid for the taxi and the instructions were like a Mantra going over and over in my mind;

You will remove all clothing on the front doorstep of the house, ring the bell and bend over the wooden railings showing off your house mark, in my case ten of my dad's cane stipes.

You will receive equal marks of the house.

You will remain over the rail until fucked and taken to your quarters.

The house had lots and lots of land around it, I stood a while admiring the wonderful view of the valley it was in and the countryside beyond.

Right, here I go, jumper and blouse off in one, then bra, in case anyone was looking, I always feel I should show them off, let them bounce as I move about.

Jeans, then knickers then socks. I collected my clothes and folded them all neatly and place on the table next to me, rang the doorbell, just once, then walked to the railing and spread myself out as though an athlete preparing for her turn in the spotlight.

My tummy needed to be comfy on the rail, it`s my resting place, caning place and fucking place. I spread my arms across its smooth painted top, shuffled my legs apart, had a quick rub between my legs, for comfort Pastor, not pleasure, well, not all pleasure, I rubbed again.

I was not waiting long when the door opened and I heard footsteps on the decking. A pause and then more footsteps and someone walking off the decking.

"So you are Sky?"

"Yes Sir."

"The only girl so far to fold their clothes neatly and place them on the table."

Gambling that was one of those questions not requiring an answer.

"That said, you were the longest time from getting out of the cab to ringing the bell, why?"

"Sorry Sir, I wanted a moment to take in the beautiful view you have here, sorry."

"No need for apologies, honesty is always best."

Before I had chance to smile he was almost swinging on my nipples. He stepped back so I could see him removing his belt. Once doubled, Thwack, Thwack, Thwack. Ten on each nipple end.

"No thank you, perhaps it was not hard enough for you."

He made the belt open and now skilfully whipped my nipple and tit together, I screamed but never moved and got ten more on each.

He walked over to one of the blossoming trees in the garden and picked up a step ladder. He placed it below my tits and walked up. I immediately opened my mouth and put my tongue out for his cock, as Adam had taught me to do for him and his friends.

I guessed right and his flaccid cock, looking like the neck of a chicken, was placed on my tongue. I sucked him in and my how it soon grew.

"Lift your chin a little and keep your head quite still as I fuck it and,"

SLAPPPP across my face, and again and again. I sobbed, it hurt but kept him in my mouth.

"Good slave, release."

He came back onto the decking,

"Right or left handed slave, lift the one you use the most?"

I lifted my right hand from the top of the fence.

"Good, put it behind you so you can wank me as I cane you. An offer for you, would you like your bottom warming with my belt first?"

A no brainer,

"Yes please Sir."

I dropped my right arm to the side, reaching for his cock, he soon put it within my grasp.

"Shall we say a hundred, counted?"

I never spoke.

"Good girl accepting your better's judgement, no need to count and it won`t be a hundred, unless you stop wanking of course."

Thwack, Thwack, Thwack. After ten or so he stopped, he seemed to love the way it hit my pussy lips with every swing.

He pulled each lip out and down and licked inside, a tongue as long as his cock, I was wanking him like fury.

He stopped and reached onto the table, Whoosh a fresh air shot, the Whoosh, Whoosh, Whoosh, Whoosh, hold tight slave. WWHHOOSSHH, I screamed and dropped his cock.

"You were doing so well slave, looks like we will have to start again, or would you rather I banked your punishment and fucked you?"

I remained silent but pushed my bottom out and was soon being fucked.

"Bring your tits this side of the fence, I like to ride my girls using tits as the reins."

And fuck me and ride me he did, what a fucking that was. My pussy was vibrating and my nipples throbbing with pain and pleasure, I so wanted more.

He slapped my bottom,

"Knees and clean me slave."

As I knelt he wiped his cock between my tits then into my mouth.

"Leave it in, see if it grows."

He played with my tits and nipples, a slap here a nip there and as if by magic he stiffened and I got a second helping of his cum, this time in my mouth and throat.

"When you are told to go to the veranda, you will come outside, undress and lay across the top of the fence in the exact position you were in when I came out. One question, you may or may not answer, would you like one or more fucking`s a day here?"

"More please Sir."

Four slaps of my face and he was gone so I assumed my place over the fence.

In the hour or two which followed I was fucked by the postman, two gardeners and someone out of the house.

Eventually I had to pick up my clothes and follow a lady inside.

I was taken to my bedroom up a huge wooden staircase which split half way, a staircase to the left and a mirror image to the right. Both led to the first floor.

"You and Miss Summer have the whole of the right wing of the house, bedrooms, dressing rooms, bathrooms and entertaining rooms whilst the guest rooms and other members of the family have the left wing which has some rooms built onto the back."

"On the next floor, accessible up a separate back staircase, are staff quarters."

I gazed at the Victorian grandeur and got two slaps on my bottom.

"Are you listening girl?"

"I do apologise Ma'am, I was stunned by the beauty of the house, but did hear every interesting word you shared with me."

She smiled as we continued and she rubbed the slap marks she had just given me, hopefully I now had at least one friend.

"Call me cook Sky, lovely name by the way."

I put my hand up, she looked stunned.

"Yes love?"

"May I call you Ma'am, Ma'am?"

"Sorry Sky, I have to be cook to you because for four weeks you will become Miss Sky, my better. That said you may still be sent to me to lay over my pantry table for a strapping."

She held my hand and we continued.