New Tricks

New Tricks – slave girl sara – May 2023

I have been with my Sir and Master, Marc, for over three years now and have been as obedient as a girl of nineteen, when we were put together by our parents, could possibly be. The only real problems have been those of me sometimes not having my sensible head on, and being rightfully punished for it.

Maybe clearing the dining table and forgetting to switch the dishwasher on, or even hearing it ping it had finished and forgetting to empty it. Sometimes not answering a question or occasionally speaking out of turn. Going for a run without permission, running to work having missed the train, falling and waking up in hospital missing a day or two.

All the above are usually remedied by a spanking or if repeated, his belt, and all gratefully received as part of the Home Discipline lifestyle we love and live.

Every Sunday I am given my weekly maintenance over three pillows, I use three pillows as I am pretty small and Sir says two never lift my bottom high enough. Today I got the usual forty plus welts from my bedroom belt and my caning was in groups of five. Again the normal amount would be ten stripes, today it was sixteen so I had earned six extras. Only he knew the reason why, but I could only guess.

Most mornings after breakfast he will put on foot on the footstool, only bought and used for this purpose as shown to him by my father, and I will be raised off the ground over his knee to fully expose the tops of my legs for a fifteen to twenty second slapping.

Sometimes I am sent to our room to get ready for work, I go by train he goes earlier by car, and sometimes I go over our kitchen island and am fucked, l love those times.

So, am I content with my life? Well sort of, but then I read an article about a couple with similar lives to us but she had decided to spice it up a little, still in the context of being an obedient slave, and introduce subtle scenarios, which is why I wrote this on my scenarios with Marc.

A month or so ago I hatched a plan, and asked him to do a little scene with me. I was to pretend I was a young girl, barely out of high school and auditioning as a circus act and he the strict and impatient ringmaster. I asked him to come into our kitchen, sit on a stool and play along.

I had packed a bag and had him sit on a stool in the kitchen and shout, “Next”.

“I am here Sir, my name is Katra, Kat for short, as truly short I am Sir.” I giggled, he glared.

“And, girl?” he did not need prompting.

“I am a juggler Sir, may I get ready to show you?”

“Yes, of course.”

I put my bag on the floor and slowly removed my jumper, shirt, bra, jeans and knickers, then bent right over, legs apart and bottom facing him and searched my bag. I took out my teeny black thonged bikini pants and bra.

“Sorry Sir won`t be long.”

I pulled my pants so high it split my lips and messed about trying to get the cords to cover my nipples. Then back, bent over into my bag, I took out a satsuma and then a lemon then searched through my bag.

“What are you doing girl, wasting my time.”

“So sorry Sir, I am looking for my apple, if I were at home I would be over my father’s knee long before now as an incentive to hurry up.”

“Kat, get over here now.”

I walked towards him, pussy lips well on show, a cord off one nipple and a lemon in one hand and satsuma in the other. He patted his knee and I tried to climb over but could not manage, he snatched my lemon and satsuma out of my hand, lifted me over and spanked me. Then put me back on the floor and put the lemon and satsuma back in my hands.

“I balance things little girl,” he dropped his joggers and boxers, rubbed his own cock from semi-stiff to stiff and lifted me onto his cock and walked around the island.

“If you drop any fruit it`s another spanking and instead of balancing you I will be fucking you.”

Ooops, the lemon slipped out of my grasp and as I went to save it the satsuma followed!!!!

On another occasion I sewed up a leg hole on my knickers and asked him to help me dress, that was pretty hilarious but earned me his belt.

Yesterday he left for football at nine o`clock, after he had spanked me and I had knelt him a rushed thank you. He and his mates were meeting for breakfast before traveling north to their away football game, so I was sort of home alone all day, well sort of, I shopped with mum in the morning and we had an Italian lunch in the centre.

At about three his dad called for my usual weekly body inspection and he said as it would be my maintenance today he would not belt me, just a spanking.

Marc lets his dad have full access to me and also has his dad advise him on things, like a few months ago his dad thought I would benefit from a visit to a disciplinarian in York, but that`s another story as to the disciplinarian I went! This story has already been published on Literotica, see ‘Disciplinarian Visit’

I had some cereal to eat about six and went online. I was speaking to Miss. T. and told her I was a bit lonely then said I would create another scenario for when he got home.

I got a text saying he was on his way, not to cook as they had eaten at the away club hospitality suite and he would see me in an hour. I rushed to our fancy dress basket and got my Cinderella outfit out, not much to it, a torn and dirty dress, very short and revealing. My plan had a little bit of risk with it as we had a long shared drive, this is how it evolved.

I put my trainers on and walked towards the end of the drive and waited. It was not long before I heard his car coming down the side road by our house, I kicked off my trainers and began to walk on our white limestone drive bent as far forward as I could so his car lights would pick up on my bare bottom.

“Can I help you?” I think he had twigged my plan.

“Oh, hello Sir, no I am fine, just hoping to find a few scraps of food from the bins at the big house.”

“Can I give you a lift?”

As I was about to answer my foot hit a sharp stone and I fell. Marc jumped out of the car to my aid, my favourite right breast had slipped out of my dress and as a gentleman he fondled it and popped it back in.

“Did you know this land is private, I will have to call the police as you are trespassing?”

“Oh please Sir no, I have been in their company before and they treated me very roughly.”

“How?”

“I was strip searched, five times, and with the handcuffs keeping my hands behind my back they fastened some rope through them and I was placed in a large cell and the rope thrown over a beam and pulled tight so I was bent double Sir.”

Sir adjusted his pants, “And?”

“The main man said maybe a deal could be done if I serviced the night shift Sir.”

“And how would you do that, restrained?”

“I was blindfolded and his cock was pushed down my throat, I pulled back and he told someone to belt my naked bottom Sir, so I sucked him.”

“Then?”

“I felt my pussy lips being split and fingered Sir, then a cock pushed in.”

“How long were you used girl?”

“Someone in one hole or another all night Sir, peppered with spanking and beltings and my poor titties slapped, nipped and bitten.”

“I still think I need to call the police.”

“Please Sir could you not deal with me here and now?”

“And how would you propose I did that?”

“Well Sir, I am sure I need a good spanking if not your belt, then me thanking you with my body Sir.”

“Add serving me all night and I will consider your option.”

“Done Sir.”

And I was done in the car, over the car, on the lawn…