Home Days — slave girl sara

During my House Slave Training days with Sir Don Brown and his sub wife, Daisy, I often had time back at my parent’s home.

The reasons varied, perhaps I was being missed, maybe Sir Don and Daisy were going on holiday or maybe we had something special going on in our family.

This particular coming weekend my Father wanted me to come home for a few days. Uncle Joseph, my Father’s brother, had flown up from Cornwall on company and Father said he wanted to show me off.

I know he had asked Sir Don to only spank me during the week if I needed it so I had a clean, clear bottom. Daisy told me, she was shocking at keeping secrets, luckily she told me, knowing I have never betrayed any confidence.

That Sir Don did, so spanked most days but no maintenance on the previous Sunday morning, in-stead just two spankings, one on waking and the second after breakfast but I had to watch Daisy strapped and caned, she takes twenty stripes so well I must say, and with the senior cane.

I cleared the breakfast table and got a spanking. I could never say I got a light spanking off Sir Don, not sure he has ever heard of them.

We all set off to church, me with my little overnight rucksack, just clean knickers and bra really. My Father was a stickler for having all his family wear underwear, anyone, and I mean, anyone, who was caught without got his belt so hard it looked as though you had red pants on.

After we had coffee at church, I helped clear and wash the cups with some other girls, then I went home with mum, Father, and my uncle Joseph.

Father said I was to get a late maintenance, none of this ‘what would you like for maintenance’ as is the new thinking of the church, Father is old college, hard strapping and a stripe for each year of my age.

My Father punishes us all to teach us a lesson and to sting almost unbearably hard but never enough to damage or break our skin.

He asked Uncle Joseph if he would like to give me a spanking before my maintenance, he of course accepted. He just has boys at home and no daughters and we all know boys get away with murder before they earn a whipping.

I have only ever seen my brothers whipped three or four times, and it really is not pleasant, I am so glad I am a girl.

I walked towards Uncle Joseph; I remembered a year or so ago he wanted to undress me.

Father left me with him, he lifted up my jumper and left it over my head, I thought what he would do next, tits or pussy?

I did not have to wait long, a hand up my skirt and down my knickers, I was not complaining and cum for him, and for myself.

Jumper off and tit time.

He took them out one at a time and laid each over its cup.

Well, you know me with tit and nipple play, cum again.

He gently slapped each one before removing my bra.

Skirt next then my knickers were pulled right up to show my wet pussy lips silhouetted over my crotch.

He rubbed it before lowering them for me to step out of.

As soon as I was naked I put my hands on my head, after a little patting and poking, and my Fa-ther`s footsteps coming I went over Uncle’s knee and got a big warm up.

My Father said it would only be a belting, no cane, as he knew I would be having lots of spankings so I was sent upstairs to get over my pillows, he said next time I would be over the kitchen table as typical when home.

He was soon leathering my pre-reddened bottom, then I was raised up onto all fours and mounted to sooth, I was soon cooing through my tears and sobs.

Later that day my eldest brother and his girlfriend were home and she was to stay a few nights.

He had been with her two or three years and before I went to Sir Don’s we had many a bedtime adventure.

I hoped it would happen again as I has learnt so much about girl on girl over the past six months or so.

That evening I went into my brother John`s bedroom and climbed in between them both, John was contented to play with my tits, his girl, Elle, has swellings as tits so he was getting his fill from me.

Elle gently rubbed my hood to spring my clit, she then massaged and fingered me.

In return I wanked John and fingered Elle.

John eventually took my pussy as Elle face sat me.

Our positions alternated during the night.

How fortunate I am to be loved so much, by so many.

I went to work as typical and when I got home at tea time all the men had gone to the social club for a drink.

I peeked into the kitchen and saw the wooden spoon on the kitchen table.

I ran upstairs, showered and ran back down naked and straight over my lovely mum’s welcoming knee.

Anyone reading this true story, not in our lifestyle, may discover it hard to believe a hand spanking, fol-lowed with a wooden spoon, which hurts like fuck, over your mums knee is very, very special.

They are at all times 100% given for a reason, to keep a girl focused on her life.

It`s exactly what happened, and something about the smell of your mums apron is so intoxicating, the spanks soon sober you up and the wooden spoon makes you scream and not drool.

When she was done we cuddled and as I went to go upstairs another of my brothers came home from work, I grabbed his cock through his trousers and pulled it upstairs with me.

I needed a fucking so much, as soon as I had sucked him stiff I pushed him back and rode him for my pleasure and needs.

We talked a while then he too put me over his knee, I think more to prove his superiority than hurt me, he is a year younger and had spanked me only a few times before, then it was my turn to be pushed on the bed and him to fuck me, and fuck me he did. He turned me over and I went onto all fours, lifted my bottom and opened my legs for him to enter.

Uncle Joseph visited me for a bedtime spanking and fucking and dad called at around six in the morning for his distribute.

When I got back to Sir Don`s after work on Tuesday I knew I would be inspected, probably a hiding and fucking, and I was.

It was a few days of heaven and heaven again, how I love going home to my parents, oh, and how I love coming home to Sir too.