Chapter 1

The first story i wrote when we moved in together. This is a true story of full time slave living a Home Discipline Life.

Busy Weekend - slave girl sara

Last Saturday morning i woke sir in my usual way and was sent for my shower.

When i came back my pillows were set in the middle of the bed and i took my position over them, bottom high.

When Marc came back from his shower he said i needed his mark and gave me 5 stripes on my sit spot, pulled me back, kissed each stripe and mounted me from behind, my tears of pain were soon overwhelmed with tears of pleasure.

We then showered together and had a good long cuddle.

We went down naked and swam together for a while, showered again and for some breakfast.

It was only a cereal and toast and my mums home-made marmalade.

Nothing was said over breakfast as to why i needed striping, i knew it was nothing imminent as i was singing at a concert at church in the afternoon i had organised.

Marc did a little office work and i waited for our grocery delivery, then put it away.

I dropped two tins on the tiled floor and Mark made an appearance from his office and sat on a kitchen stool.

I dropped of my house coat and went over his knee for a spanking over my swelling stripes. I did not need an explanation why, but got one, he said something on the lines of, only pick what you know you can carry.

With that i was carried the lounge and we made the most perfect love our long leather settee.

He took me and my guitar to the hall a was singing at then he went off to his football match.

I was on after a magician who was nothing short of amazing.

I was called on stage to help him with 3 tricks and how the 7 of diamonds ended in my guitar case is a complete mystery.

I sang a medley of Simon and Garfunkel, Everly Brothers and Beach Boy songs which i had grown with, then had the audience join in i played the first verse of every Beatles song you could “Imagine” they loved it.

I helped wash the tea cups and Marc`s mum said i was going home with them as Marc had a casino night in a hotel booked for some ones birthday and i was stopping over with them and he would see us at church in the morning.

Then reason i got the stripes i got this i had been given became clearer.

He had even packed me a small bag with clean undies and my toilet bag.

His dad kissed my forehead and patted my bottom in congratulations for the show i had organised for our church charities.

We had dinner, a hot pot from her slow cooker and a half jacket potato.

We sat a little and i excused myself to the guest room, which was actually Marc`s old bedroom.

I came out of the shower at the time his dad came in, not sure why but he mentioned my red bottom and lines.

He said he would be giving me my Maintenance in the morning and to wait in bed until he came in.

He swung me over his knee for a good girl spanking on the success of my show, then onto fours for a fucking.

I so needed one at that time and embraced his attention, the first of quite a few that evening.

In the morning the sun came through the curtains i could hear the sounds coming down the corridor of his mum getting her maintenance, then steps coming towards my room.

I pulled down my pillows and just settled over them as he reached my door.

He knocked and walked in, doubled belt in hand and took no time in leathering my bottom.

He then lifted me, sat me on his knee and comforted me.

He said he would leave the caning to Marc when he came home from his afternoon of watching a professional football game in the companies hospitality box and he would be there too.