Two more and the whipping stopped.
“Always let them settle, rub her bottom gently and check no damage to her pussy lips.”
He rubbed my bottom, I yelped, he massaged my lips, I shuddered to a cum, but through his naivety he thought he had hurt me.
“Corner.”
Pastor Goode helped me up and I pushed against his hand with my nipples this time. He rubbed my breast,
“See how we managed to mark her breasts, this will make sleeping back and front painful making her think again of her naughtiness.”
I walked to the corner and he walked to the cane drawer,
“Cane selection is important Pastor Wilson, a skinny bottom like sara`s would split if you used the heavy senior, and she would hardly feel it if we used the whippy one on her so we will use the intermediate.”
“sara, middle of the room and assume the caning position.”
I did as instructed, still full of tears and remorse I bent double, legs apart and hands on calf’s or if possible flat on the floor.
“If the girl moves from the spot you set her, take her back for the spanking to begin all over again. Then make her lean over so she was in a letter n and if she moved again she would fall over, you would then place your foot in the arch of her back and cane her bottom and back, ten strokes, mid strength in rapid style.”
Pastor Goode began my striping. Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, he gave me five and handed the cane to Pastor Wilson, boy could he cane. WHOOSH CRACK, WHOOSH CRACK “Aaghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” two more Pastor, WHOOSH CRACK, WHOOSH CRACK.
“Stay down for my housekeeper to come sara and we will go and ring Don Brown to collect you as I agreed with him.”
The housekeeper came in and helped me up, I was pretty distraught, she took some cream out of her apron pocket and rubbed my breast, all over and smiled as she pinched my nipples. She went to the chair and sat down and patted her knees and I went over. Although I was still crying I loved her gentle touch as she put cream on my bottom, she then told me to sit on her knee and she creamed my pussy lips till I had an involuntary cum again. She dressed me leaving my undies off and placing them in my bag.
Sir Don picked me up about seven and I cried all the way home in Daisy`s arms. I was taken into the lounge and stood on the coffee table and Daisy stripped me naked. I was turned around and Sir rubbed his hand over my welt marks and cane stripes.
“Were there more than one spanker and caner sara?”
I nodded my head, “Yes Sir.”
“You can tell us in the morning, you hungry?”
I shook my head “No Sir.”
“Get her into bed Daisy and come back naked.”
Oh no, I wanted fucking, please choose me.
“Unless you want to bend over the coffee table sara?”
They chuckled but I bent double with my hands resting on the table and opened my legs, how well my Master could read me. Daisy got Sir stiff and his power and pounding with Daisy nipple kneading me just blew my mind, I could not help but cry, the louder I cried the harder he pounded, and the tighter Daisy squeezed. Daisy stood and bent next to me and Sir finished by shagging her.
We all went upstairs, and Daisy gently showered me, and I was put to bed. I went to sleep hearing Daisy being spanked. It had been the best, worst, day of my slave life, so far…
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