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Housework Learning Skills 1 by sara brown Once a month I have been having some housekeeping tuition from a lady in our community, mainly just the odd evening but tonight I am staying overnight it being the weekend. She is called May Jones and her husband Andy Jones Their are now at uni now and he is on the Elders panel of our church; I have had a few occasions over his knee for my bottom spanking. 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 normal housewifey 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 and for that matter taught laundry skills, well putting things in the washer and changing my bed. also taught other little bits but mainly connected our lifestyle based on respect, love and honour. Her teaching did not come without pain, she was a wiz with her wooden mixing spoon when emphasising a point. I was looking forward my weekend, I knew Mrs. Jones enjoyed sewing so I got her a beautiful cross stich pattern with extra silk threads. Mr. Jones was known having love the finer things in life so in the Christmas sale I found a bottle of port with 2 port slippers, posh glasses, drink it out of. It was the least I could do with them showing such generosity by having during the weekend. I woke as normal at 6.50, went for a pee and took my place under Sirs duvet, my left hand on his cock and right-hand stroking Daisys pussy lips. Sir was happy with a wank and before he cum I slipped him into Daisys ready pussy. I was dismissed and went down to have an early breakfast as I was to catch the 8.45 train. As I was about to leave Sir called 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, Dont 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, hard cuts off Sirs belt. I knew I had missed my train so just lay there in tears awaiting whatever was happen next, maybe a long wait, maybe just dismissed or maybe, ohhhhhhhhhhhh. It was Sirs 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 Daisy as I closed the door. "Counter Daisy," she too was to feel the love of Sirs cock after the pain of his belt. I luckily just caught the 9.00 train; the doors were closing but I knew the conductor and he opened them again for . As I passed him he put his hands on the crotch of my jeans, "You owe one sara brown." "Yes Sir, and I always my debts." I walked the Joness and Mr. Jones answered the door and invited 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 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 only done up a few buttons and gaping showing off her free tits, swinging as she got in position, how I wanted to rub my pussy; Wack, Wack, Wack, Wack, Wack, Wack, Wack, Wack, Wack, Wack, Wack, Wack, Wack, Wack, Wack, Wack, Wack, Wack, Wack, Wac He certainly had not lost his touch of spanking a girls bottom and I was soon shrieking as his hand rained down on Sirs now bruised stripes. I was stood 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. Mr. Jones left and Mrs. Jones held my hand and led upstairs. She lay on my bed, removed her blouse and skirt, she was knickerless too and was soon on top of , 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 taste , boy was she thorough, every time she had finished I cum again. She stood and slapped my pussy lips as she climbed onto the bed and hovered over my head, it was my turn to suck her. My head raised and I bit her hanging pussy lips, I got another pussy spank for my trouble, then she lowered and leant over . I followed her lead, nibbling, biting, sucking, tonguing till I guess we were all cum . 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?" "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 hiding marks turned her on all over again. 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, do you know what she did? She lifted its skin and pusher butter under it to keep it damp, or was it moist? It was homemade soup for lunch and she just 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 chee "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 place his ownership marks on you, and well placed they were too." We had lunch and I helped tidy away, the afternoon was set aside for 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 its not Mrs. Jones?" "Each Sir runs his house his way, this house is stripes for overspending and a stripe for every pound over." "Wow, and other homes Mrs. Jones?" "Do you really want know sara?" "Yes please, if its ok with you." Mr. Jones had taken a nap after his lunch and then went off watch his beloved football team . I was once again taken by the hand and upstairs, this time their bedroom be taught how other overspending housewives ore dealt with. {Internet Stock Photo}  |
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Tal greets girl watches as your experiences take in book keeping and household bills smiles, things have got to add up in life as well as sexual you are finding out is good to girl smiles Regards Master ADOMIS4U2 xx
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Marriage hmms a fine prize girl smiles regards MASTER ADOMIS4U2 xx
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1/7/2020 11:04 am |
Very interesting blogs Sarah...its the first I have read and would like to find one that shows why you moved to stay at Mr Jones house in the first place. Also your first experience of Mr/s Jones enjoyment of you. PS...you do look a very lovely girl in the flush of her youth/life
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1/7/2020 12:57 pm |
What a crock of shit. What happened to sister poppy?
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1/7/2020 4:58 pm |
I caught that curvy, such BS
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Very interesting story.
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1/7/2020 8:09 pm |
lovely story, you are a gifted writer, wow
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hi
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How was your up stairs lesson on what happens to wives who overspending? Painful I bet! Enjoyed your adventure! I find it interesting that you are always polite & respectful to those who disagree with you! This is totally consistent with the lifestyle you write about!
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1/8/2020 3:09 am |
That is a very good story and well written.
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