Another Late Lesson -- slave girl sara (2020)
I have developed this story along with my trainer Sir Don. It is based on his past writings and my fantasies
Once again, somehow, sara arrived late, not really her fault, but then again nor was it the fault of her boyfriend but she had already been taught, from an early age, all actions carry a consequence.
Jon, her boyfriend, had been brought up in a strict but loving home, as had she, and he had spanked sara on only their second date for being late for an evening out.
At the end of the evening before dropping her off at home he had taken her down a quiet side street, explained her lateness had incurred a punishment.
sara trembled as Jon told her to lower her jeans to her knees then tapped his knee.
He rested his foot on a step and beckoned her over his raised knee.
He gave her twenty or thirty hard spanks, over the top of her knickers but with her jeans still to her knees.
As the spanks rained down her knicker clad bottom, her trembles became excitement and her excitement, pleasure.
The incident was never mentioned again, and little did she know then that it would be the mainstay of her future life with Jon.
It was date night and Jon had called for her from home ten minutes early, nothing new, he was a stickler for punctuality and put that down to his upbringing. She too had learnt the lesson of punctuality and always tried to be ready minutes before time.
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The last time she was late was when she was going out with her parents to the theatre, just a matter of months ago, she completely misread her phone when checking the time.
Six Thirty, time go and she was still in the bath, actually just getting out when the door opened. It was dad, he was so cross when he told her the time, he took her by the wrist and downstairs into the lounge, naked, her young tits bobbing about as she stumbled down each step.
"Wooden Spoon Mother,"
She had read his mind and passed it to him as he laid her over the settee arm, a position she grew up knowing.
He gave her thirty plus hard swats and had her screaming her apology.
He stopped as she began to rise, he put his hand in the arch of her back.
"You stay there miss, we will be back by ten, be ready for my belt girl."
Her mum left with dad mumbling.
"Eighteen years old, going on nineteen and still earns a spanking for being late, whatever next."
Mum also knew she was in for it when they got home for not hurrying sara along.
Just on ten they arrived home, mum went into the kitchen and put the kettle on and dad was in the hallway taking off his coat and changing his shoes for slippers.
She had moved just once, she needed a pee, and told him as soon as he came in.
"Good girl, stand."
Had she been let off? No, her dad rubbed his hands over her tummy and tits feeling the ridges of the settee arm, something he always did at length until her nipples peaked stretching her tit skin taught.
She watched as he unbuckled and then removed his belt, she felt her teenage tingle below, how on earth could she need the belting she had coming?
She went back over the arm on his demand and took a short but hard leathering on top of her already tanned hide.
Her mind was racing, with so many different feelings.
The belting stopped and her dad sat his armchair and called her over.
