Afterward, we watched an old TV show from before God’s law had made the country a safe and orderly place, a time when there was enough crime that they could build a TV show around solving crimes. The constant surveillance and tracking and the social hygiene provided by The Church has made crime almost unthinkable. I could walk down a dark alley at midnight and only fear the strapping my brother would give me for my foolishness when he found out, and he would find out. As my caretaker, he could follow my movements and stream video of my current or past location anytime he wanted. A lie, even a lie of omission, would be one more sin that needed correction so I would have needed tell him as soon as I got home if he was awake or sent him a written confession if he was sleeping and accept the punishment I would have earned.
There can be no barriers between a woman and her caretaker. She is his to guild, protect and correct. One reason my brother keeps me naked when we’re alone and forbids me from closing the bathroom door is to enforce the understanding that I am open to him and can have no secrets from him.
Mister Littleton stood and, taking hold of my right hand, helped me up. Once I was standing, he took hold of my leash and, stopping at the bathroom to grab the lube and some nitrile gloves, led me into the guest bedroom and closed the door. He carefully examined me.
“When was the last time you were punished?” he asked.
“One of my friends brought some booze to a lady’s lunch and I had a couple of shots. Consumption of alcohol or recreational drugs is against my brother’s rules, so I confessed when I got home. He had me fetch the tawse and beg him for 25 strokes, which he provided. If it had been smuggled in to a Church event, he would have upgraded that to a couple of hours hooded and bound followed by a caning because of the social credit hit we would have both taken.”
“He’s done that before?”
“Oh yes, three years ago a girl I was with got into fight with me at a Church social. No blows, but we both got dinged on social credit, as did our caretakers. Sam hooded and bound me and let me contemplate my disrespect of The Church for about three hours before administering the cane. He also made me volunteer for roadside trash cleanup to help repair our social credit.”
“Show me how you fetch the tawse.”
I opened the door, went to my room and placed the tawse in my mouth. I then walked to the guest bedroom, entered and dropped to my hands and knees, bringing the tawse to Mister Littleton. He took and from me, closed the bedroom door, and placed the tawse on the dresser. I knelt and waited his pleasure.
“Describe your last spanking in more detail.”
“After I confessed to him, he ordered me to fetch the tawse and beg him, really beg him, for 25 strokes. When I brought him the tawse, he lectured me on how disappointed he was in my failure to follow the simplest of rules and said he wondered if I was worth the bother. I truly did have to beg him for the twenty-five strokes, pleading with him to please spank the bad out of me so I would be a good girl. He put me over his knee and started spanking with irregular timing, once stopping for a much as half a minute. That paused ended with me begging him to please spank me again. I was in tears from the eighth stroke and was sobbing mess by the time he was done. Afterward, he held me and stroked me until I stopped sobbing, all the while telling me I was worth it and I was a good girl and was forgiven. Oh, and the next morning at breakfast, he waited until I got dressed and was about to leave for work before he made me lift my skirt so he could inspect the damage.”
“What about your panties?”
“I wasn’t wearing any that morning. Sam only lets me to wear them when I’m near my period.”
He undressed and had me stand and started kissing and caressing me, moving his way down, kissing my breasts and nipples, my belly and eventually my vulva. He then had me kneel and go on my belly, kissing and licking his feet. He had me work slowly upward kissing and licking his legs until I reached his cock, which I also kissed and licked and started to suck. He stopped me and had me get on my knees and elbows, he put on the nitrile gloves, got the lube and removed my butt plug. He lubed me carefully with two fingers, then removed his gloves, lubed his cock and started to slowly penetrate me. Once he was in to the hilt started to move in and out. He was rather bigger than my brother but I was well used to anal and I was really enjoying it. In a few minutes he came. He had me lay down and laid down next to me kissing and fondled me and using a vibrator to bring me to climax. He then put me to my knees and had me suck his cock. He grabbed my hair and, controlling me, moved my head in and out, eventually getting the caress of the back of my throat. When he came, I swallowed and thanked him for the gift of his seed.
He told me I was to sleep at the foot of his bed tonight, so I used the bathroom and gathered some blankets and a pillow. There was already a pad at the foot of the bed so I only had to arranged my blankets and pillow before I and lay down and tried to sleep. If my caretaker were replaced, I knew I would likely be told to move in with my new caretaker, though that didn’t have to happen. He could very well keep tabs on my electorally and by having me visit him daily, but it’s traditional to live with your caretaker and is thought to be a better experience.
I woke in the morning and went to my room for morning prayer. I knelt facing the camera on the east wall and prayed. “Dearest God, thank you for my life and all the good things in it. Thank you for your forgiveness and guidance thru the person of my caretaker. Make me smart and obedient to his wisdom, and protect him from harm as he protects me from harm, amen.”
My phone beeped as The Church registered my morning prayer. I got up, removed my wrist and ankle bands and started breakfast.
Mister Littleton seemed satisfied with me and said he would be pleased to be my caretaker and I should prepare to move to his house. It wouldn’t have to be all at once but a fair amount of packed clothing, hygiene items, the enema kit, my instruments of correction, and other various small items should go the first day if approval was given. He sent me an email with his rules, which were not all that different from Sam’s. Interestingly, he had apparently added Sam’s rule about not wearing panties unless I’m near my period as it seemed to have been cut and pasted from Sam’s rules and was added at the end.
Since it was Saturday, we didn’t have to rush and when Mister Littleton left, my brother told me he wanted to have me one last time. He gave me a two-quart enema and, after I expelled it, lubed my ass thoroughly and took me roughly. He pounded my ass, pulling my hair and telling me what a dirty girl I was. After he came, he lay down and had me suck his dick, slowly, lingering, and swallowing carefully when he was done. I had not climaxed but he permitted me to use the vibrator while he watched.
It would be Monday or Tuesday at the earliest before a change of caretaker could be approved, so it needn’t be the last time my brother had me. Heck, Mister Littleton could have Sam as a guest and lend me to him if he wanted, as he could lend me to any guest, but the end of his regular use of me was in sight. I would miss his attentions as he had been my teacher, but Mister Littleton seemed the superior lover.
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