Learning Housekeeping Skills Part 1 — slave girl sara

Once a month I have been having some housekeeping tuition from a lady in our community, mainly just the odd evening but sometimes I stayed overnight, at weekends

She is May Jones and her husband is Andy Jones.

Their two children are now at uni and her husband is on the Elders panel of our church; I have had a few occasions over his knee for my bottom spanking for the odd minor indiscretion.

Being of our lifestyle his whole family were brought up like my family, Mrs. Jones included.

I knew I would at some time end up with my bottom in the air for his pleasure.

My chores to learn are typical housewife stuff, which my Sir had deemed I needed at this time in my life.

When to do this, why do we do that, things I suppose I take for granted.

Daisy had taught me some laundry skills, well putting things in the washer and changing my bed.

She had also taught other little bits but mainly connected our lifestyle based on respect, love and honour.

Daisy`s teaching did not come without pain, she was a wiz with her wooden mixing spoon when emphasising a point.

I was looking forward to my weekend, I knew Mrs. Jones enjoyed sewing so I bought her a gorgeous cross stitch pattern with extra silk threads.

Mr. Jones was known to have love for the finer things in life so at the Christmas sale I found a bottle of port with two port sippers, posh glasses to drink it out of.

It was the least I could do with them showing such generosity by having me during the weekend.

I woke as typical at ten to seven, went for a pee and took my place under Sir’s duvet, my left hand on his cock and right-hand stroking Daisy`s pussy lips.

Sir was happy with a wank and before he cum I slipped him into Daisy`s ready pussy.

I was dismissed and went down to have an early breakfast as I was to catch the quarter to nine train.

As I was about to leave Sir came into the kitchen?

“Are you ready for off sara?”

“Yes Sir.”

Sir stood and began to unbuckle his belt; I was to have a strapping to show his mark. I put my rucksack down, lowered my jeans and knickers to the floor and stepped out of them.

Jumper, T-shirt and bra next, then over the counter and gripped the other side.

Sir sat back down and finished his coffee.

I then had the ‘Don’t make us ashamed of you sara’ talk then;

Whoooosh Crack, Whoooosh Crack, Whoooosh Crack, Whoooosh Crack, Whoooosh Crack, Whoooosh Crack, Whoooosh Crack, Whoooosh Crack, Whoooosh Crack, Whoooosh Crack, ten hard cuts off Sir’s belt.

I knew I had missed my train so just lay there in tears awaiting whatever was next, maybe a long wait, maybe just dismissed or maybe, ohhhhhhhhhhhh.

It was Sir’s way of soothing a spanked girl, a fucking from behind, so I enjoyed my situation.

I picked up my clothes and went for a shower, dressed, kissed Sir “Thank you for my going away present kind Sir,” and then kissed Daisy on the way out.

I heard Sir speaking to Daisy as I closed the door.

“Counter Daisy.”

She too was to feel the love of Sir’s cock after the pain of his belt.

Luckily I just caught the nine o’clock train; the doors were closing but I knew the conductor and he opened them again for me.

As I passed him he put his hands on the crotch of my jeans.

“You owe me one sara brown.”

“Yes Sir, and I always pay my debts.”

I walked to the Jones`s and Mr. Jones answered the door and invited me in.

“Sorry I am late Sir; I had a chore do for Mr. Brown.”

He sat on his chair and tapped his knee.

I took a deep sigh as Mrs. Jones arrived into the lounge.

“Let me help you undress sara.”

I was soon naked and stood hands on head in front of Mr. Jones for his lecture.

He finished his lecture and rolled up his right-hand shirt sleeve, pulled on my erect right nipple and guided over.

Mrs. Jones knelt by my head and held my hands tight on the bottom rung of the chair.

Her blouse was only done up a few buttons showing off her bra-free tits, swinging as she got in position, how I wanted to rub my pussy;

Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack.

He certainly had not lost his touch of spanking a girl`s bottom and I was soon shrieking as his hand rained down on Sir’s now bruised belt stripes.

I was stood up and put into a corner whilst Mr. Jones took his wife upstairs for a spanking of her own, and maybe ten cane strokes.

They both come down, as I glanced I saw her blouse was now buttoned up.

“All yours my dear, I must go, we have a panel gathering.”

Through my tears I imagined lots of other girls and boys bottoms would be on show within the hour.

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Mr. Jones left and Mrs. Jones held my hand and led me upstairs to the bedroom I would be using.

She lay on my bed, removed her blouse and skirt, she was knickerless too and was soon on top of me, grinding her clitty on mine, I had cum when her blouse came off and was now going off like a firework display.

She soon wanted a taste of me and boy was she thorough, every time she had finished I cum again.

She stood and slapped my pussy lips and hovered over my head, it was my turn to suck her.

I raised my head and I bit her hanging pussy lips, I got another pussy spank for my trouble, then she lowered and leant over me.

I followed her lead, nibbling, biting, sucking, tonguing till I guess we were all cum out.

She stood and walked towards the shower, wow, what a job Mr. Jones had done on her bottom and back, looked like hairbrush, belt and must have been a good senior caning.

I chased after her and rubbed her bottom.

“I hope I was not the reason for your punishment Mrs. Jones?” after all she was showing her naked tits whilst holding my hand during my spanking!

“Only partly little one, only partly!”

We went into the shower and I was soon knelt down by Mrs. Jones, I pulled on her bottom cheeks as I tongued her again, my pulling and slapping on her spanking marks turned her on all over again.

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Mrs. Jones showed me how to use a long-handled vacuum on the walls and top of the curtains, how to change a loo roll, making a shape on it like an envelope lip.

We finished getting the dinner ready for evening, it was a chicken.

She lifted the chicken skin away from the flesh and pushed butter under it to keep it damp, or was it moist?

It was homemade soup for lunch and she put it on the table, bang on midday, as Mr. Jones came in, she kissed him, and I hugged him and placed a kiss on his cheek.

“So sorry about being late this morning Sir, thank you for your generosity of time in correcting me.”

He then hugged me. “I soon saw why sara, Mr. Brown needed to place his ownership marks on you, and well placed they were too.”

We had lunch and I helped tidy away, the afternoon was set apart for learning about bookkeeping.

Mrs. Jones said, “We get a weekly allowance and as long as the ‘on the outside’, is less than the ‘on the inside’, all is good.”

“And if it`s not Mrs. Jones?”

“Each different Sir runs his house in different ways, this house it’s stripes for overspending, a stripe for every pound over.”

“Wow, and other homes Mrs. Jones?”

“Do you really want to know sara?”

“Yes please, if it`s ok with you.”

Mr. Jones had taken a nap after his lunch and then went off to watch his beloved football team play.

I was once again taken by the hand and upstairs, this time their bedroom to be taught how other overspending housewives are dealt with.