Isolation — slave girl sara
It sure has been a longgggggggggg day today in isolation and no work to go to as its Saturday.
It was decided Daisy would teach me a new skill this morning and Sir would reap the benefits of what I had been taught in past educational overnight excursions, his words and not mine.
Daisy taught me how to iron this morning, shirts, trousers, pyjamas, knickers, jockey shorts, tea towels, yawnnn, all in readiness for when I should get a real life partner.
She said the man`s items are always of the greatest importance.
When they were first married she got a spanking on many occasion for leaving creases in Sir Don’s items, even once in a tea towel and she has even been sent to our Pastor on a few occasions for, `Re Educating.`
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I have been sent to our Pastor only twice in my whole life by my Father.
I think it`s so a girl knows the importance of right from wrong.
The second, time I was sent straight after a Sunday service, even before we all had tea or coffee.
I was tired and daydreaming and almost asleep I suppose, when the offering tray was given to me, I dropped it by accident, it sure woke everyone else up.
It was a silver tray with lots of money on, both coins and notes.
I was crawling about on my hands and knees picking every penny up.
No one said anything, and when we were going out of church and into the school hall for refreshments and the Pastor was chatting to his flock, I followed my mother and father till it was my turn.
“Lovely service Sir, I apologise for my carelessness not exactly sure what happened.”
“Apology accepted my child, I have just spoken to your father and he suggests you wait outside my office for me.”
My heart sunk, obviously I was bismil escort going to be beaten, but to let my parents down like that, not to mention all the congregation in church I was so shocked.
“Yes Sir, I will go straight away.”
I felt myself filling up with tears and cried a little going down the hall.
Oh no, I just remembered I had no undies on!
I often go without underwear after my Father’s Sunday Maintenance, my knicker leg elastic rubs on the stripes and my nipples are always so tender after it.
I popped for a wee and sat on the well-worn seat outside his office.
I wondered how many bottoms had sat on it before me, millions I bet.
I lifted my dress so my bare bottom, stripes and all, sat firmly down on it.
I wonder how many naked caned bottoms had sat on that chair before me, NONE.
I chuckled at the thought.
“So we think being sent to my office for being naughty is funny sara, share the joke please.”
I explained all I have written above and smiled.
He did not think it funny. He stood me up, put his foot on the chair seat and over I went for a slapping to the tops of my legs. Now that does fucking hurt.
Once in his office I was told to get undressed and given the lecture stood naked, hands on head, in front of him.
He went for his leather strap, last time I was here I went over his knee for hand and a rulering.
“I see you had your maintenance, 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-ten strokes I see.”
He touched every one of them and I felt my nipples stretching off my breasts, so not sure what he said next.
My Father always concentrates on my sit spot so plenty of room I would have thought for the strapping I was about to receive.
Our Pastor thought different bitlis escort and I was belted from the back of my knees to my waist, it hurt but was soon over, he knew he had made his point from my shrieks.
I was hugged tightly as he stroked my hair.
When finished I was easily dressed, just a summer dress and sandals and a small bag with my collection money in and a hanky.
It was so embarrassing going into the school hall for coffee.
Everyone looking, younger kids sniggering, older men drooling and moms and elder daughters glad it was not them.
I had to show the Pastor’s work to mum and my Father when I got home and thought I would get another hiding, but father said it could wait so I got the lecture on its own.
At seven in the evening my covers were pulled back and I was belted on my front.
That was my last skirmish with our Pastor of a disciplinary nature, so far.
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Sir decided this afternoon I would once again be a puppy dog so had a butt plug with a tail on it inserted, I had to do what I learnt at puppy training, fetch, sit, roll over, give a paw, then he fucked me doggy style, he is so long and his cock peppered my G spot, so not a wasted afternoon by any means.
It made me remember when I was sent for my training I could not believe how brutal the trainers were.
Each puppy had their own trainer, girls had a Master and the boys had a Mistress.
I had just been undressed and had a collar fitted then chained by the lead to a metal post in my kennel
My hair was put into a ponytail and I was stroked on my tits to get my nipples perked.
In the next kennel to me a young girl brought in a man of maybe forty, well older than me anyway.
As I was stroked he was stripped bodrum escort and had his collar and lead fit and was fastened to his pole.
The boy and girl trainers kissed passionately and as if we were not there, she knelt and took out his cock and sucked him as he undressed her.
He lay her on the hay between us and fucked her with meaning, the old dog next door’s cock grew four times its size and I so wanted to finger myself but refrained.
He knelt over her and she obligingly swallowed his cum.
She pointed out to him the size of her dog’s cock, she untied him, put him on a sheath and moved him behind me.
He sniffed and liked my bottom and pussy then, as a dog, mounted me, going straight in as I was so wet.
His hands and arms pushing on my thighs pulling me ever closer to him and he pounded me.
My boy trainer moved his girl in front of me and she knelt as he pushed my head into her girl cummed slit.
She moved back as his cock was next, she wanked his lower shaft as he poked my throat with his growing cock.
Then all of a sudden the old boy howled, like a dog, as he climaxed.
It was all mind-blowing and could not get more bizarre, until, my trainer removed his dogs sheath, and emptied it into my bowl and my head was pushed down, I could have been sick but…
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Reminiscence over and back to the present and Isolation. I really miss shopping with mum on a Saturday, we sometimes buy her fancy undies, she wears them, then she washes them and puts them in my knicker drawer.
If my Father knew she would be belted and caned for sure for buying something she did not need.
I buy her a Costa Latte when we get into the city and then buy her lunch from whichever country she fancies to eat from.
Like most big cities there is food from countries all over the world, I love most of it so no problem to me.
Isolation and this virus have taught me one very important lesson, embrace life and the ones you love, for its no one`s choice when your time is up, however old or young you are.