Another part of my oh so vivid dreams.

My Dreams Part 3 slave girl sara

I had taken my mother’s place to act as a bed-warmer for a house guest. She had knocked something over while in his room and this was part of her punishment. I had been taken to the guest’s room by the housekeeper and he was inspecting me.

He moved my coat off the chair, removed his jacket, turned me round a few times and invited me over his knees by patting them.

“Why the red bottom little girl?”

“I was spanked by my dad last night Sir.”

“Was there a reason?”

“No Sir.”

“Good girl”

He bent his middle finger then hooked it into my pussy and pulled me closer and to his left-hand side. It seemed so strange, I had been over too many knees to try and count, but all the time to the right-hand side.

“You look perplexed little girl, pray tell why without fear of extras.”

“Sorry Sir, but I have never been over a knee from the left or indeed spanked left-handed”

“Then indeed you are in for a double pleasure little girl.”

I waited to be told to go over as he circled my nipples with his finger and moved two fingers up and down each of my pussy lips. I was enjoying the attention so much, being the plaything of a gentleman, my mind was racing as he beckoned me over his knees. I gently leaned over, slowly, not wanting to seem too willing. I was soon brought back to real time as his hand spanked my bare, pushed up bottom, hard. He soon had me screaming, but he was not fazed by my noise. He stopped as quickly as he started and turned me right over.

“Pussy attention little girl, it`s going to get the spanking of its young life.”

What was he on about, who spanks girls’ pussies?

“OWWWWWWW, (he does,) OWWWWWWWW.”

I could see his face now; he was smiling, almost laughing and enjoying my suffering. My legs eventually closed, he sat me up and spanked my face and tits before throwing me to my knees. I hurt all over, he raised me off my heels by my hair and pushed my face onto his covered crotch. I folded my arms behind me, I still had manners even if my dignity had been temporarily spanked away. I hurriedly helped him down with his pants then he then whipped my face with his cock, it was a monster, a snake, a serpent, but I was so mixed up in my lower tummy and could not wait to get it in my mouth.

It was not easy by any means but so, well, so tasty. I felt my lips splitting as he pushed but never pulled back, I was representing my mum and family honour. I wonder if he would have fucked her. I wanted to protect myself from his length by putting my fist around the base of his shaft, he did it for me, such a generous gentleman. His deep grunt warned me he was ready to shoot but he eased back and wanked his cum into me, spit by spit, bit by bit.

I was sent to the corner, and I saw him ring the bell for attendance. Sal Wisdom knocked on his door and was beckoned in. I smiled through my tears.

“Turn round little girl, let the maid see what happens when a family member is disobedient and careless. Stand like a star.”

He walked to wards me bringing Sal by the arm, took her hand and slapped my pussy with it, I yelped,

“Now you do it on your own, ten hard slaps, (she hesitated), or you will be next girl.”

As she slapped, hard, I squealed like a pig, with pain and Sir smiled, even grinned at his power, something deep down I admired.

“We will bathe now maid.”

She curtsied and ran out of the door. Sir walked back toward me, I flinched as he raised his hand, but stood my ground. He was only moving his hair from his face.

“Little girl, would you like to pleasure yourself on my fingers with that little girly swollen cunt?”

That word, swollen, gave away what he had asked, I had never ever heard that other word before, cunt.

“Yes please Sir if I may.”

He joined his two fingers with his thumb and stuck them upwards. I stood on tippy toes, gently opened my lips and eased on just as a stream of maids came in with hot water. Sir never moved his fingers and I never stopped humping and cumming. The maids all had stunned looks with open mouths as Sir twiddled my nipples and I made more noise cumming.

After the last visit by the maids, Sal asked, “Anything else Sir?” fully expecting to be excused.

“Yes, you can undress me then bathe me and this little girl.”

I nearly choked and she nearly passed out but did as she was told. Although Sal was a little older than me, not sure if she had seen a real man’s willy before, but whether she had or not was sure in for a shock when she dropped Sir’s trousers.

“Wow Sir.”

I could not withstand, “Wow indeed, Sal, big isn’t he?”

She just nodded.

“Just wait till you pick it up to wash.”

Sir hoisted me over his knee for a deserved swift spanking, knelt me down and stuffed his cock in my mouth.

He looked at Sal, “Thought I would shut her up for you, you may go.”

He pulsed his spunk into me again, did I feel violated, no I did not, I felt honoured, how many more girls working here had was I was getting from the gentry. He bathed me like a baby playing as he washed. My turn, I washed him first then he knelt, and I wanked him, I controlled him for ten minutes. He rang the bell and Sal came back, dried him and dressed him for dinner.

“Dry the little girl and put her in my bed.”

“I may send a few friends in to see you little girl, be good or be whipped, double what that careless mother of yours got.”

“Yes Sir, I will not let you down.”

Sir left for dinner and I stood as Sal helped me out and I let her dry me, why not I wondered!

“Sorry I got you a spanking sara, it`s just, well apart from my dad and brother, never seen a man’s willy before and wow he was massive wasn`t he?”

“Sure was and is, and it’s ok Sal, I deserved it.”

She turned me around and got some of the cream she had used on Sir, it was so cool, lovely. She lifted her dress to her waste, five well-spaced stripes over five more faded.

“Wow you must have been naughty Sal.”

“No, my dad went away three days ago so left me and mum with a reminder to be good, I got five off the middle cane, mum got ten, which although hurt like the plague we could not argue with.”

“And the others?”

She looked down. “I cannot say Miss.”

“If I am your Miss and you refuse to say, I have the right to spank you.”

“Yes Miss.”

I pulled her dress over her head hoping she would protest, and I would give in, but no, she helped me get it off. She had the body of a model, stunning. Full round sticky-out tits, bright red nipples standing proud and not a full cover on her slit, but one which had bits shaved out of it. I bent my finger and hooked into her lips and led her to the chair I had just been spanked on, see what a quick learner I am by hooking my finger!

“When you are in the company of your betters and naked Sal, arms folded behind your back giving ease of access to your private parts, understand?”

She was also a quick learner and folded with her tits sticking out. I could not withstand but to tweak her nipples, for quite some time,

“You may release one hand and finger me gently through my swollen lips Sal.”

“Yes Miss, thank you Miss.”

Oh yes, my swollen pussy lips were so responsive to being touched I had no option but to cum on her hand, she looked up and smiled. I reciprocated and brought her to a cum.

“Now would you like to lean over my knee for a spanking Sal?”

“Yes please Miss, and show no mercy, I do so need to learn my place.”

I spanked her as hard as I could, at least it made her bottom bright pink and she cried. I then sat her on my knee and soothed her as my father soothed me. My left hand stroking her bottom as my right hand alternated between nipples and clit. It must be a universal soothing method as her tears eased and her slit pulsed lovely juices.

“May I thank you Miss?” I did not have to reply and slid her between my wet thighs.