(All persons over the age of 18)
Lent Out Part 1 - slave girl sara
This is a true story about a weekend in April 2023
Sir was going to a conference in the midlands and I was sent to his parents overnight.
It`s never a choice now, if I am to spend time with someone whilst he is away, never my parents. I am not complaining, just saying, really, it`s always his choice.
I get on ace with his mum, strangely she was in the same class at school as my mum so shares all the community and faith values all us girls do.
In her case, or should I say his dad`s case, she was 200% obedient and would walk on water if he instructed it.
I once spoke to mum about her when Marc and I first dated, she said she was always super submissive and was well punished when she lived with her own parents, her and her three sisters.
Their father ran an ultra-strict HoH, Head of House, home. Mum said she hated being invited there to stay over, she did it once, no more.
Their mum was a very smart and clever woman who also knew how to handle a wooden spoon and where it would hurt most, bruise the worst and last the longest.
I packed my bikini but knew if we swam in their indoor pool his dad would undress me and I would swim naked, as he always did with me and his wife.
The first time I went there we swam and her body was like a snakes and ladders board, you could tell apart from the cane stripes on her bottom he used a looped wire of some sort everywhere else.
She was pulled up for a simple thing like no ice in the cordial, lectured in front of us and taken to another room for a hard, loud and long spanking.
She then had to apologise to everyone there.
We chatted once when the men were at football and I took her out into the city for a girly afternoon, the first she had been on since her wedding I think.
I had booked us afternoon tea with champagne, which we never drank, her because he would not allow her to drink and me as I had driven to the station so had to drive back.
She said she had the happiest of lives and none happier when serving her husband and how fortunate she was he continued her punishments just as her dad had taught him when they first started going out.
Some may think it was harsh but some thirty to forty years later exactly the same happened to me when Marc and I first dated.
On maybe our third or fourth date Marc was shown by my father, on my naked bottom, how and where to strap and when and with what to cane me with.
He also went through as many reasons as possible as to when it was needed.
I think he had three or four lessons culminating in him giving me my maintenance one Sunday.
I was packing my overnight bag when Marc said to pack something trendy and smart as on the Saturday morning his dad would be dropping me off at a family for a day`s lend.
They wanted to take me on the normal things a family do on a Saturday, both games and inside chores.
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When I was talking to Marc`s parents they asked did I miss anything from being home with my parents. I mentioned both at home and at Sir Don Brown`s I was bathed at nine every night by one of them.
His dad said from that day forward he would incorporate it in my bedtime routine.
At half past eight he told me before I went to run a bath I could see him deal with home discrepancies and told his wife to get over the settee arm.
I sat and watched her strip, she curtsied and went over the settee arm as he removed his belt.
She had obviously had a morning spanking as she was already bright red.
She got a simple, and what looked like a light belting, to tears and told to kneel.
I got up to go and was told to `Sit`.
She stiffened him and he bent her back over the arm.
"sara, return the compliment, put me in."
I took his cock, gave it a few wanks and gently pushed him in.
"You're excused sara, I will be up soon to bath you."
"Yes Sir, thank you Sir."
I left the door open as I went and saw her give him her tits to pull on, she was howling with pleasure, almost, me too as I fingered myself then ran upstairs to my room.
