My New Job - Prt 1

My New Job - Part 1 slave girl sara.

I wanted to try and make something of my life and saw an advert in a shop window for a trainee therapist.

I emailed for an application form and got a reply and application form the day after.

I thought some of the questions were a little odd, but I kept going to the end and sent it back.

A few days later I got an email offering me an interview.

I put my best clothes on and went for my 9.00 appointment.

"Do you know what we do here, Faye Gould?"

"I thought it must be therapy of some sort, Sir."

"Correct, I run high-class hotels people over 50 can retire to. They get an apartment, and anything they want or need is just on the other end of their phone."

"Sexual stuff, Sir?"

"Usually, is that a problem?"

"No problem at all as long as I do not get hurt."

"Are you on daily or weekly maintenance from your parents at home, Faye?"

"I live with my grandparents, and yes, Sir, I get weekly."

"How old are they?"

"Both are in their late 50s, Sir.

"Will you explain the routine to me, please?"

"Yes, Sir. I am naked over three pillows, strapped and then caned, Sir."

"How many and how hard?"

"Maybe 40 with his double belt and ten cane stripes, plus extras if I have been naughty in the week, Sir."

"What do you call naughty?"

"Sometimes I am not sure; Granny says it is because he likes to see me naked and vulnerable, over his knee being spanked, Sir.

Other times I may have dropped something, or my Granny said I have not polished well enough."

"Do you drop and break things on a regular basis?"

"Rarely, Sir,"

"Did Granny punish you?

"Only growing up, Sir and if Grandad is out or away."

"What if your Grandad was away somewhere?"

"He would have someone call and see to me as he saw to Granny, not together, Sir."

"What was the most cane stripes you got, and why?"

"15 in the morning and 15 at night, Sir. I dropped a cup, and as I tried to grasp it, well, it bounced off my hand and broke the glass on his grandfather clock door, Sir.

"The worst day of my life, I was spanked morning and night for five days; my bottom was glowing, but I deserved every spank."

"Lift your skirt and bend over."

He pulled my knickers down to my knees and rubbed over my raised strips.

"1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12-13-14-15."

He pulled my knickers back up and pulled my skirt back down.

"Why five extras, Faye?"

"I got three spankings last week, Sir, no reason, and the other because he could, Sir."

"Does he fuck you, Faye?"

"Not really, Sir."

"Lift up your chin."

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"Does he fuck you, Faye?"

"Very, sniff, very, very seldom. If he is drunk, and Granny is not in the mood or asleep."

"You know I am going to spank you, don't you, Faye?"

"Yes, Sir?"

"Why?"

"Poor choice in an answer, Sir."

"What would Grandad do?"

"I would ask, should I get naked, Sir?"

"Yes, at last, a good choice."

"Over your knee, Sir?"

"Yes, but just a moment, you have a pair of splendid nipples, girl."

"Thank you, Sir, all down to my Granny and Grandad."

"Why?"

"They rubbed them with some cream and massaged them after every meal, Sir."

"Why after every meal, may I ask?"

"They never said, but it worked; I had the biggest nipples in the school. Sir."

"How would others know?"

"They would see them through my thin blouse; I was not allowed a vest or bra, Sir."

"Were you happy about that?"

"Happier than being caned every day, yes, Sir."

"Very interesting, Faye. You have touched my heart, so I will give you a choice: a spanking or a fingering?"

"May I have both, please, Sir? Being over a knee gives me such reassurance."

He was a considerate spanker, as he spanked me on my moon and not my caned and strapped sit spot.

Don't get me wrong, I cried and cried during the spanking and moaned and moaned during my fingering.

I was stood up and had my hands placed on the top of my head.

"This will be your naked, hand position going forward."

"Then, Sir, do I take it I have the job, then, Sir?"

"It all depends on how well you fuck tonight when we are in bed."

"Oh."

"An answer back, hey? Pass me the black paddle and back over my knee.

I passed him the paddle.

"Please, Sir, I did not know I had to live here; my Grandparents will be frantic with worry if I don't go home."

"Yes, I see that now, so let's see how well you suck a big cock whilst having your nipples tortured."

"And if I pass, Sir."

"Then I will spank your bottom and fuck you over the sideboard."

"Thank you for your help in this matter, Sir."

He pushed my shoulders down, and I looked forward at his fly as he took out his more than generous cock.

"May I lick it, please, Sir?"

He nipped my nose closed, and my mouth opened with his answer, as his cock split my lips and hit my cheeks.

"Suck well, my angel, and you will go home tonight. Suck poor and you will go in the stocks all night for all our apartment holders' use."

"As much as I wanted to go into the stocks, I needed to go home, so I almost sucked his cock off. Unusually for me, he cum twice on one sucking."

"Where have you been until this time?"

My Grandad was unbuckling his belt as he spoke.

"It was for a job interview, Grandad, and I got it, so I brought home presents for you and Gran."

He got a four-pack of his favourite beer and Gran a big bar of her favourite dark chocolate.

"Naked or knickers to my knees?"

"Naked, I think, and then we can apply some nipple cream when I am done."

I went over Gran's knees and got around 40 whacks.

I screamed and cried, but honestly, for me, a strapping with a double belt doesn't hurt that much; I must be used to it, given how much I have had over the years.

He rubbed my bottom, cleverly fingering me with each pass.

He stood me up and rubbed my pussy lips.

"Not smooth; I will shave you when I bathe you tonight."

"Thank you, Grandad."

"You read it right; he baths me every night, Granny too, to be honest."

If he is away, as with my daily spanking, he has someone to come in and bathe me, in return for a wank or suck

Granny has to do the same.

I went into the kitchen for my cream, and Gran was sucking him off when I went back in; I just sat and watched, as I always did, till he took her upstairs for a spanking and a fucking.

I just played with my pussy, tits and nipples and cum a few times.

I find it better than being fucked, and sweeter tasting.

I had tasted other girls' cum too. I was invited to a sleepover at a girl I knew; her parents were on holiday.

Pretty strange, I thought, as I did not know her that well. I was convinced that one inside her boyfriend and mates would want sucking and would fuck me in turn.

I knocked, and she answered the door, naked.

"Hang your clothes on a hook and come in if you want girly fucking and to fuck a girl."

How could I possibly miss that?