Tailors Dummy Pt. 01

Tailor's Dummy - Part 1 - slave girl sara

The job advert whilst being very specific, did not appear too specific to me. My dad had told me if I did not get a job, now I has turned eighteen, I would find staying at home very painful. Just as I had the previous day over something of nothing really, nothing at all.

"Who used the last of the milk and put the empty bottle back in the fridge?"

It could only be one person.

"Me dad, sorry I was in a rush."

"In a rush, for what?"

"Getting your cuppa, the last time I made you one you said I took too long when Mr. Brear was here, and I had to bare for a spanking and corner time."

"So, you are now dictating my actions Millie?"

"Sorry Sir, it did come out that way, sorry again."

"And sorry you will be, fetch the strap mother. Get bared Millie."

Getting bared was not just my knickers to my knees, but totally naked.

"Looks like a whipping is the only thing that will bring you to your senses."

"Yes Sir, sorry, please forgive me."

It was worth pleading.

"Yes of course I will forgive you."

Yay, it worked!

"After your whipping, in fact mother, also fetch my cane."

"Her junior whippy dear?"

"No, she is eighteen now and adult, the same one I have to use on you."

Which mother recalled was only two days before. She had not been naughty or anything, he said she had been lacking between the sheets, and I was sent to my room. I felt every one of the twenty stripes he gave her and can still hear her screams. Somewhat naughtily, I played with myself for several cums as he serviced her, as was his duty.

I had not been serviced yet, I knew a lot of my mates who have brothers had, I just dare not do it in case I got pregnant and skinned alive.

"What are those marks on Millie`s tits mother, has she been manhandled?"

I folded my arms behind my back as mum rubbed over them.

"Just an awkward bra mark I think."

"A young girl`s tits should be primed and mark free in readiness for her Mr. Right. What do you want Millie, caned tits or strapped?"

What a f'king question and choice!

"Please Sir may I be excused this time as it is almost my girly week and they are so very tender, the marks are where I rubbed them to ease my pain?"

"Ermm Yes, of course, get over your chair arm."

As I leant over the armchair arm I am always strapped over someone knocked on the door.

"Get that please mother."

Whoosh Slap, Whoosh Slap, Whoosh Slap. My dad began my belting.

"It is Bernice and Kay calling for our Millie."

"Show them in mother, let them see how this household treats laziness."

Oh my Lord, how embarrassing is this with my bottom and secret bits facing them as they waited for me.

Whoosh Slap, Whoosh Slap, Whoosh Slap, Whoosh Slap, Whoosh Slap, Whoosh Slap, Whoosh Slap, Whoosh Slap, Whoosh Slap.

I am sure I got more than normal and was obviously crying uncontrollably. It stopped and my dad rubbed my bottom.

"Into your corner Millie, think of your past actions and the caning you have to come. Are you two girls working?"

"I work in my mum`s hairdressers Sir"

"And I work as a cleaner at the hospital Sir."

"And yet little Millie here does absolutely zilch. Will you do me a favour girls?"

"Yes of course Sir, anything."

"Ah good, Millie, caning position please, legs a bit wider. Would you call round about six every evening to see your friend Millie getting a bare bottomed spanking for not getting a job?"

"Yes Sir if it helps you."

Whoosh crack, "Oowwwww"

Whoosh crack, "Oowwwww"

Whoosh crack, "Oowwwww"

Whoosh crack, "Oowwwww."

"Hold tight girl."

WWHHOOSSH CCRRAACCKK, "NNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

"Right, get dressed, no bra as I said, then go wash your face."

Each lash and each stroke killed, I am only five foot two and nearly ninety pounds, I know my boobs are too big for my frame at 34b but you have to play the hand you are given and my mum says in years to come they will serve me well.

As agreed my friends came round at six and I went over my dad`s knee, knickers to my knees, and he spanked me.

"Just look at these stripes girls, see how evenly spaced they are and beginning to bruise, as a reminder of her laziness, feel if you want."

They felt and rubbed and I swear I cum.

"Are you spanked at home Bernice?"

"Yes Sir, a lot."

"Why are you a naughty child?"

"No Sir I have a younger and an older brother who always find faults with me, cos I am a girl I suppose Sir."

"What does you dad say when you tell him?"

"I only ever told him once Sir and I felt my granddad's strap that hangs behind the door on my bare bum, in front of people Sir."

"And you Kay?"

"Just my dad and granddad spank or belt me Sir, no cane yet, probably when I am older or married Sir, like my mum."

My how quickly six o`clock the next day came round, and the day after. I am not stupid, but I am sure the spankings exaggerated the cums I was having with Bernice and Kay watching.

I was on my week so thought I would try for a job, the fun of baring all to friends had sort of dried up. I went to town and in the first shop window I looked in, 'Tailor's Dummy wanted.'

"Hello Sir, I am enquiring about the tailor's dummy job."

"Oh my sweet girl, it is not for a human, I want a dummy for the window display."

"I could do that Sir."

"Really and maybe help me measure up and even serve me and for me. What if I just wanted to show bikini bottoms on my dummy."

"I could do that too Sir."

"Step behind that curtain and show me your young titties."

I lifted my jumper.

"A big girl for no bra and such cute pink fluffy nipples!"

"A long story Sir."

"Now, if I said yes, and you were cheeky or let me down, then what?"

"I would expect to be punished Sir?"

"How?"

"Probably a spanking Sir."

"And if I said lock the shop door, show me your titties and wank me?"

"Not sure exactly what to do to wank you Sir, but I would do it once shown."

"What about a quick trial and if successful you can start on Monday."

"If not successful Sir?"

"Then I would have to spank you."

"That sounds fair Sir."

"Oh good, go lock the shop door, then back here and jumper off."

I did as I was told, he removed his pants and sat on the changing room seat.

"Hold your hands like this."

He made a tunnel, as I copied he pushed my tunnel onto his cock and moved my hands up and down.