Reset Password
Reset Link Sent
| Blogs > saraLeeds > saras Story Blog |
|
A Week in the Life Of Me, sara, a slave girl. A Week in the Life of Me, sara, a slave girl. Sunday Seeing as no outdoor adventures, and not being loaned out during Covid, here is a diary of my week in the Browns household. This first one will be the longest as i explain about and my family, so please bare with me. An everyday spanking for me is usually going over a knee, naked or knickers down and having my bottom slapped an amount of times i can easily count even in tears, maybe , it hurts, makes me cry and teaches a lesson. First for those who do not know a brief resume of how we stack as a family. After living in as a trainee house slave for a years plus training with Don and Daisy, family friends and only 10 minutes from my parents, i have come home. So my Father, a strict HoH (Head of House) my mum and now my boyfriend, Marc, who is now my Sir. The whole house, parents me and a younger brother and older sister and brother, were brought in a very loving, but very strict environment as dictated by our faith beliefs and the worldwide community we live in. The/ girls worn into such a world are taught to serve and respect, their whole life, the men in the community they live with particular emphasis of those under their Fathers roof. Be it family, day visitors or overnight guests. I have well documented the job of a girl or wife about the dedicated serving of any overnight guest. Likewise if any of our male community travel away they would stay in a household offering exactly the same bed warming service of a wife or . If with their house she falls under the roof of the house owned and becomes available to all under his roof. I have asked my mum things to add in each days journal and a few snippets from me too. I will post a day at a time to spread them out a little, all together would be too much reading. When i post the first they will have been approved by Marc, my boyfriend soon to be fiancée soon to be husband. Sunday 7th March 2021 Sunday has always been a girls maintenance day in our family and Marc, my boyfriend, is carrying on the same tradition, well almost, he chose the same day to do it. I woke him, hand, and mouth, only, on a Sunday. I wait for him to get out of bed and take him and me for a shower. I dried him with a super soft towel then walk to my bed as he shaves. I set 2 pillows up in the middle of the bed but more towards his side. I unhook my bedroom belt from its place behind our bedroom door and lay it, doubled over my pillows. Next i go to our wardrobe, my side, and take out my crook handled junior rattan cane and lay it next to my pillow, his side. Finally i take up my position against our bedroom wall. I extra perk my nipples, already hard, and stand naked, hands folded behind my back, nipples touching the wall awaiting my Sirs instructions. I hear him put his things into the bathroom cabinet and walk into our bedroom, towards me. He turns me around and kisses my forehead an guides me to our bed, moves my belt and helps me over my pillows. As taught by Don Brown in my training, i push my hands as far forward as i can, clasped tight, to alleviate the chance of me reaching backwards to cover my bottom, the more it hurts the whiter my knuckles get. Around 10 whacks in my attention is broken by my tears and i give a little yelp as the whacks get harder and faster. After maybe 40 i am left to cry through the pain, not excruciating pain by any means, but a belting does hurt. I hear the whooshing of Sirs practice strokes and then feel his hand rubbing my bottom, raising my bottoms nerves to make my caning more tolerant, or as tolerant as a caning can be. My usual cane count for maintenance can be 5 or 10, but always in fives. Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack. Each one laid exactly where Sir wanted it to be and with a respectful time difference between strokes. As my cries gave way to sobs i hear the Whoosh practice before; Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack. He must have thought i needed the 10 today and i fully accepted each and every one of the cruel strokes but kept my position until told to move. He rubbed my bottom again as i pushed up towards his hand. "I will not have you needing your Fathers hand and belt as punishment when i am at work. This will be a lesson for you to keep in your mind if ever you consider needing a spanking again." He pulled me down the bed a little, i kept hold of my pillows to keep my position. I sighed a sob and clasped my hands white as he kept behind me. Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack. Each one given with disappointment, each one received with remorse, but more importantly each one at 90 degrees over the 10 i just had. Never ever had that before, had them over my back, but; ouch. I was told to take my position against the wall and waited. He pulled my arms from being folded into being lower and clasped. His cock rested on them, and i double hand wanked him. He turned me and pushed me to my knees and i sucked him to have the best wank/suck ever. He passed me my robe and put on his own and we went for breakfast. My parents not up yet, it was still early for a Sunday and she too would be getting her maintenance. I was sat on the hard wood spanking stool and just fancied half a slice of toast and coffee but i did him a full breakfast. We talked of the week past and the week to come, about work and and how much we loved each other. I was sent upstairs and get his side of the bed fours. Traditionally we never ever make love on a Sunday until after church, not ever. I may have cum once or twice waiting, i was not disappointed. Sir came in and came towards my head, I looked left and opened my mouth and he fucked my right cheek to get himself hard. He moved to my bottom, my stripes had started to bruise, he rested his cock on my rose and pushed in. My first ever anal from him after a maintenance with the bonus of his hands opening and probing my pussy and clit, wow. We showered again and got dressed for our day together. We made love after lunch and before dinner and went to sleep, spooning and his cock in me, what a day. Todays insight, apart from Sunday maintenance given to girls, is, if a girl was to go away for a few days to stay over with someone or in mums case taking us swimming, in our house 5 cane stripes were given as my Fathers mark. Mum said when we were learning to swim, the mums striped bottoms were the norm and not unusual.  |
||||
3/21/2021 1:17 am |
Please check my blog tomorrow for my Monday diary insert. sara xx
| |||
|
Sounds like your being trained well!!
| |||
|
Sundays are fundays all round...Marc is a very happy man I bet all thanks to super slave sara... so well trained.... Cant wait for Mondays post. Thanks Tews
| |||
|
cant wait for Mondays episode sara x
| |||
|
You describe a very familiar setting. You are lucky. 
| |||
|
Great account of your experiences. At least you know your place. Helps with training.
| |||
|
very nice
|
 |
 |
 |
| Become a member to comment on this blog | ||
 |
×
×