Slave. theatrical role one.
1.
I am a slave. I am owned, and happy to be so. I exist purely to delight my master, in every facet of his life, and whatever I am doing I am always set up to serve him in whatever way he chooses. Around my neck opening is what appears, to the international world, to be just a pretty silver grey pendent with a diamond initial on it. But to me it is so much more than that.
It was the happiest day of my life, the day I received that pendant. I had not been serving Master for very long, just long enough for him to screw that I had submitted to him entirely. I had spent an evening serving him, preparing his solid food, pouring his drinks and lighting his cigarettes, and was sat naked at his animal foot awaiting his adjacent command.
"Kneel"Master commands me.
I positioned myself in front of Master, my ramification tucked under me so that I was sitting on my heels, feet together, human knee slightly apart. My hands rested on my second joint with my palms upturned, my head bowed and my eyes on the floor.
"What is the purpose of your existence, hard worker ?"he asked me.
"To obey you, Master."I replied.
"kneel up and lower your head."He ordered.
I did so and he told me to moderate my hairsbreadth up. When I did superior tend forward and fastened the beautiful silver strand, bearing his initial, around my neck.
"This chain signals my ownership of you. You now belong to me and you will obey me at all multiplication, without question. If you do not, you will be punished. If you please me, I may pick out to reward you. As long as you wear it you are mine and I will protect and manage for you."
And since that day I have never taken it off. I am proud to wear the symbolisation of my submission and it is also a nifty comfort to me when I am separated from sea captain, knowing that I belong to him and that he cares for me.

2.
I do not live with original. When I am not with him he will send me a text message to summon me when he requires me. If I am not there within 15 minutes I will be punished. If I ever need to go somewhere that will stand for I am unable to reply in this time, I must get special permission from Master.
Punishments for failing to please captain vary. Sometimes I will be spanked over Master's articulatio genus, but if passe-partout is disappointed in me he tends not to use this as penalty as he knows I enjoy it. Sometimes I will be made to kneel in the corner facing the wall, or will spend the day serving schoolmaster on my hired hand and stifle. But my worst punishment is to be banished. Being proscribed to see Master and being ignored by him, sometimes for several days, is the most painful punishment I can receive.
At the ticker of my entry to my maestro is, of course, that my eubstance belongs entirely to him and is his to use as and when he sees fit. As a slave I am expected to keep my dead body ready to be used at all times. All my body hair must be removed and I must always be, of track, scrupulously clean. I always wear skirts, not trouser, and am forbidden from wearing panty at anytime. schoolmaster must consume free access to me at all times.
nothing topic but Master's pleasure and gratification. My joy all comes from serving Master, it doesn't matter how terrible or degrading it is, if Master is pleased with his slave that is the big pleasance I can receive.

3.
Not long after Master had taken possession of me he summoned me to him, informing me that today I would be initiated into one of his favored activities. Within ten proceedings I was knocking on his door.
"Enter and remove your dress"he ordered
I did as I was told and knelt on the floor, centre down to await his side by side instructions.
Master eventually spoke ;"Who does your body belong to to knuckle down ?"
"You Master"I replied
"And you give it to me without dubiousness ?"he continued.
"Yes, Master"
"Then on your hands and stifle"he commanded.
I did as I was told ; this was nothing unusual, schoolmaster often liked to fuck my twat this way. Today though I knew he had something different in mind.
"Today you are going to learn to have your ass fucked like a commodity little slave"he whispered in my ear. He was kneeling behind me now. I felt my tummy clench with fear. He must have felt my body tense as he said,
"You want Master to be pleased with his Slave don't you ?"
"Yes master key,"I whispered"I do."
"commodity daughter, then just loosen and do as your told and original will be very pleased."
I felt his strong hands begin to gently stroke my hind end, occasionally wandering between my second joint and brushing the mouth of my increasingly wet pussy. I found myself beginning to slack up and enjoy myself, but I was soon reminded that we weren't there for my pleasure.
"Hold your cheeks apart"he commanded.
He then began to run his finger, still wet from my pussy, around the edge of my tight little bunghole. Immediately I tensed up,
"I told you to relax."He said"Do I need to punish you ?"
"No overlord"I responded"I can do it."
"Let's hope so,"he continued"because I am going to put my cock up your ass, and if you don't relax it is really going to hurt you."
I made every effort to relax my trunk as sea captain's finger continued to circle my asshole. Then he reached round in front of me and held out his fingerbreadth for me to suck. With his finger now even wetter he began to gently press it against my tight ring. Gradually, as I began to make relaxed, he inserted his finger into my ass, knuckle deep, and I have to accept it felt good. sea captain could tell I was enjoying myself.
"Does that experience good hard worker ?"He hissed as I let out a little groan of delight,"I think I've got myself a slutty piddling hard worker who likes her ass fucked"
He started to then work two fingers into my pie-eyed hole, and after some initial resistance I was once again being driven wild by the feeling of skipper's finger's breadth filling and stretching me. Just as I was beginning to really savour myself he removed his finger's breadth from me and I let out a small suspiration of dashing hopes, but he certainly hadn't finished with me yet.
"Stand"I was ordered, and master key took my hand and led me to the lounge. When we reached the arm he put his bridge player on my spinal column and gently pushed me forward so I was bent over it, my bottom in the air, presented to maestro, ready for him to use or abuse at will. He roughly pulled the cheek of my ass apart and I felt the head of his huge turncock pressing against my ring. I felt my tum tighten again, there was no way he could fit inside me is there ?
lord thrust hard against me, and I was pushed hard against the sofa. I cried out in pain, it felt like I was going to be ripped in two, but my outcry seemed to arouse him more and he pushed unrelentingly into me, and I felt the drumhead of his pecker ram deep into my ass. hurting seared through me and tears rolled down my fount but I would never ask him to stop. My job was to give Master pleasure and my body belongs to him, and much as it hurt me physically the pleasure I got from knowing I was doing as I had been ordered was immense.
master key had slowed his stroke down now and was slowly but firmly fucking my asshole. With each apoplexy he went a little deeper until his whole peter was buried cryptic inside me. Despite the pain I had never felt so entire of putz and it felt incredible.
"Thank you Master"I whispered breathlessly"Thank you"
With this, he increased his stop number so he was pulling almost all the way out of me before slamming roughly back into me until he was buried clod deep in my ass. It didn't take longsighted doing this before I heard Master cry out and then with a hanker grunt he shot his total load of hot cum deep into my gut. As he pulled his spent cock out of me he whispered"Good Girl, you've been a good slave"and kissed me gently on the top of my question and I knew there was no flavour as near as the one I got from pleasing Master.

4.
Since skipper had initiated me in his use of my ass he decided I should undergo some education to make surely I was always set to receive him and the succeeding evening presented me with a large, black seat plug. Having bend me across his knee he gently inserted the male plug into my ass.
"You will tire out this until I tell you that you may remove it."He said"Now go home."
Sitting in the car on the way habitation was really uncomfortable at firstly but by the time I had arrived home I had grown used to the feeling of the chaw inside me and was beginning to savour it. It was a constant monitor of what my life had become. I had accepted master copy rule entirely and was under his incessant ascendancy whether he was with me or not, and I realised that this was a situation I was completely felicitous to be in.
I went about my evening as usual, preparing supper then taking a Bath. When I got into bed it took all my willpower not to touch myself, not to make myself cum. It wouldn't have taken much but sea captain had forbidden myself from ever pleasuring myself without his consent and however turned on I was I would never disobey him. Eventually I fell asleep.
At 4 am the next morning I was woken by a message on my phone.
"I hope you've still got it in"it said"or there will be trouble. ship me a photo immediately so I know you're being a good girl."
Of course I did as I was told instantly."Good"was the reply,"keep it in until I tell you otherwise remember."
At last, at 8 o'clock the adjacent morning I received the subject matter instructing me to remove the spark plug until I met Master again that evening, when Master would reinsert it after he had used my ass for his pleasure again. This was to be the compositor's case every night until Master was well-chosen with my progress.

5.
Several month passed and I continued devotedly as master's hard worker. One eve he called me to him and told me he had important tidings. It was news that would take my commitment to him to a whole new level. Master had bought a pocket-sized cottage that was situated just past the end of his garden. This was to be my new dwelling. skipper told me I would quit from my job with contiguous essence and I was to deal the home I owned in the nearby town. I was to be kept by maestro from now on. He wanted admission to me 24hrs a day, 7 days a week. Total control of my animation. I would be given a course credit bill for my day to day expenses and the money from the sale of my house would be put into an business relationship that I would be given should passe-partout and I ever end our arrangement.
captain would have a key to my new home and I must be ready to get him at any time. I would come to his home morning and even to prepare and answer him his breakfast and dinner party. I would not be permitted to fall in him for these meals unless invited to do so. Every Billy Sunday would be penalization day when I would incur punishment for any infraction I had committed during the week ; I would also receive ten strokes of the cane every William Ashley Sunday, regardless of whether I had displeased overlord or not. This was to dish as a reminder of my attitude and to tone up the hamper between slave and Master.
A spare bedroom in my new cottage had been prepared for this design and also for any other affair Master had to punish or restrain me. It contained a Charles William Post with restraints at the top and bottom where my ankles and articulatio radiocarpea would be fastened, my arms gamy above me and ramification spread apart with a shoulder strap around my waist to withstand me against the office. This is where I would find walloping from Master as I would be ineffective to flinch from the lashes, whether he chose to hand them on my thigh, buttocks or breasts. Also in the room was a boastfully padded table with chasteness at each corner, again for my wrists and angles, this meant that I could be spread across the table for sea captain's use on either my front or back and would be unable to close my leg, whatever Master chose to do to me or whatever he take to do it with. Finally there was a form of stool on which I could kneel and stoop forward, my stomach and chest supported, where I would encounter my weekly canings. It caused my tooshie to be raised and presented to Master, perfectly positioned for this purpose.
The residuum of the home had been very comfortably furnished with everything I could ever need, apart from the secrets held in that one bedroom no-one could have known that it was the home of a women being kept solely to serve a Master.

6.
I handed in my poster the very side by side morning and visited the demesne agent to put my house on the market. I was moving into my cottage that afternoon ; I had never felt so happy, so free. From now on in life I had only one vexation ; Master's pleasure. I had always known I was born to serve, that it was my calling and now I could dedicate my life to it. And at that moment I knew that I loved my master key with all my heart and that I truly would do anything for him. Anything at all.
I arrived at the cottage at 12.30 as Master had asked for luncheon at 1. I prepared the food for thought and went up to his sign of the zodiac in clip to lay his lunch out for him, ready for when he stopped working at one. As learn I had prepared myself a little total of luncheon in a trough and placed it future to the dental plate of food I had prepared for overlord, I then knelt side by side to maestro's chair to wait for him to get in. Around 1.30 Master entered the way ; he would often turn up later than the time we had arranged, enjoying the sentiment of waiting obediently for him on my knees. He leant over and kissed the top of my head.
"Good girl,"he said, looking at the intellectual nourishment on the table."Just what I wanted. On your work force and knees now, Slave. And I want you naked."
I obeyed at once of course, removing all my clothes quickly, folding them neatly and dropping to my hands and knees. Master, who was now seated at the table, took the bowl of nutrient I had put next to his home and placed it on the floor in front of me.
"You may now eat"he stated"but you may not use your custody, only your mouth."
So that is how I spent my showtime meal as Master's full time Slave, eating from a arena on the floor like an animal at my schoolmaster's invertebrate foot. Master seemed to enjoy watching me eat this way, and would regularly pass on out and stroke my derriere, sometimes giving them a crisp slap, before softly stroking them again.
Once he had finished eating Master stood up saying
"You may abide and cover your day now Slave."
And with that he left the room.

7.
That Sunday aurora I was to receive my foremost caning in the new penalization way. professional had instructed me to be stood at the military post, naked of course, with my legs apart and my hands clasped behind my neck at 9am. He enjoyed seeing me in this position, it thrust my boob forward in a way he liked and left me very vulnerable to him. He arrived promptly that break of day, presumably lament to punish his hard worker in the way he had designed himself. He spent several moments just looking at me stood there and running his fingers over my naked peel very gently, instantly arousing me and making me tremble. I felt the wetness from between my legs begin to trickle down my thigh. I heard master key laughter to himself as he noticed this.
"My horny little slut"he laughed,"if you're a serious girl and get your punishment like the submissive petty slave I know you are, I might fuck you afterwards. You would like that wouldn't you ?"
"Yes overlord, I would wish that very much."I replied breathlessly.
"I knew you would"he laughed, and with that he spread my articulatio talocruralis farther apart and secured them with the restraint, then lifting my hands eminent above my head and securing them as well. He then tightened the shoulder strap around my waistline so I was completely immobile.
He then walked slowly to a cupboard on the wall and drop some clock time selecting a cane from the selection I saw he had there. Once he had chosen one he walked around in front man of me and held it on his outstretched palms up to my face.
"You have behaved well this week Slave"he said"so you will have just 10 strokes of the cane."
"You will consider each one out loud in a authorise phonation. After each slash you will thank me and ask if you may have another. If you fail to do this I will retell that stroke until you do. Do you translate ?"
"Yes Master"I replied in a clear voice.
He then walked behind me and spent a few bit caressing my buttocks and letting his finger's breadth wander between my wooden leg to my twat, feeling how wet I had now become. Then without warning he bought the cane down hard across my butt. The pain was searing and my buttocks immediately began to burn. I couldn't help but cry out in annoyance and I felt the hot prickle of tears in my eyes and down my cheek. I hadn't forgotten Master's fiat though.
"One"I said clearly"Thank you Sir, please may I have another ?"
And with that I felt the secondment throw, even more atrocious than the first. But I am an obedient slave and I counted each cam stroke, always saying thank you and always asking for another, all the way up to ten.
"Good miss"lord said"Master is very proud to own a slave as obedient and subservient as you."
I was delighted, nothing made me as felicitous as hearing that from Master, and I was already looking forward to adjacent hebdomad's caning so I could please master key so lots again.

8.
"You accepted your punishment well, my little slave"Master went on."And now I will roll in the hay you."
With that he released my restraints from the post and led me to the table he had installed in the room. As I stood facing the table he knelt behind me and gently unfold my legs wide. Having done this he took some soft cord and bound my ankle joint to the tabular array ramification. Having done this he placed his mitt softly between my shoulder blade and firmly but slowly pushed me forward so I was bent over the table. He walked around to the other end of the tabular array and took my hands, stretched my arm out in front line of me and fastened them to the recession of the table. He stepped back and smiled, pleased with his work. Leaning forward he kissed me softly and lovingly on the sassing and I raised my head the in effect I could to meet him.
"My darling striver,"he whispered"I do love you very much."
He walked back round the table so he was behind me again and began to stroke my still sore ass. His hands gradually got lower so they were stroking the rachis of my second joint, and even more gradually he allowed his fingers to hunt their way towards my wet, shaven pussy. I shuddered as I felt the warm excitement building between my legs. As the wetness began to run down my thigh Master knelt down behind me and began to run his tongue incredibly lightly up the inside of my thighs, tasting my succus as he did so. My button was throbbing hard now and I writhed against my bonds hardly able to take myself. As he reached my pussy I was ineffective to stop myself letting out a long groan of pleasure.
"still my darling"master laughed"or I will be forced to gag you, won't I ?"
"Yes skipper"I gasped.
Master laughed to himself again and began to gently bite and perpetrate at my kitty lip with his teeth while still allowing his hot tongue to flutter across my clit. I groaned again, unable to stop myself. Master abruptly stopped what he was doing and walked across to the closet he had earlier fetched the cane from. I could not see what he was getting from my position on the table but it soon became vindicated as he approached my head.
"Open your mouth wide."He commanded.
I obeyed and he placed in my mouth the ball of a ball gag and tightened the leather strap. My mouth was now held undefendable and very full, my tongue pushed to the bottom of my oral fissure. I could hardly have made a sound if I had wanted to.
After he had tightened the strap around my head original immediately returned to his position behind me. This metre he began to function two fingers into my now sopping wet hole. With his fingers thrusting inside me, hitting my g-spot as they did so, he used his thumb to roughly rub my throbbing button. I was writhing around, unable to moderate the excitement and delight that was building inside me.
"Don't you dare cum until I give you permission"Master ordered firmly and withdrew his bridge player from between my legs and my pussy ached at the exit. Almost immediately though Master slammed his huge, firmly cock right field inside my hot, wet pussy and I knew I wouldn't be capable to incorporate myself much longer. He continued thrusting into me, hard and cryptic then very slowly withdrawing, so only the tip of his prick remained inside me, before ramming himself powerfully back inside me again. I was shaking hard now and professional knew I couldn't last a good deal longer.
"Cum"he said simply.
And I did, Wave of hot pleasure swept through me, from between my stage, spreading throughout the relief of my body so strongly, I was almost convulsing in my bonds, screaming into my gag.
"Good missy, cum for Master"victor said softly, stroking my hair, his tool still abstruse inside me, and with one last thrust I felt him shoot his hot cum into my pussy.

9.
Months passed and I continued to serve well Master as I always had, and I was well-chosen. One afternoon passe-partout let himself into my bungalow and called me to him. Within seconds I was kneeling at his ft, my oculus on the floor.
"We are going out this good afternoon,"he told me."There is someone I want you to meet."
Without saying anything else we got into his car and set off.
Eventually lord spoke."I have a very special job for you my darling"he said."The offspring lady we are going to fit has been introduced to me by a secure champion of mine. She has shown herself to be very submissive and is swell to swear out me as a slave."
As I heard this I was overwhelmed with jealousy and reverence. master key had found a new hard worker. What would this mean for me ? Why had he done this ? Had I let him down ? Was he bored of me ? I fought the tear back. Master looked at me and laughed out loud.
"Oh my darling slave !"he laughed,"don't worry ! You still go to me, I adore you and I would never be without you. This new striver is for us both. You will direct her to one day be as howling a slave as you. She will subsist with you, and serve you and when I call for her you will bring her to me and you will instruct her in how to serve me. It will be an pureness for you, to direct her for me and an honour for her to be trained by you. She will have the best possible get-go in her life as a submissive with you as her mistress."
Relief swept through me, I was still worried of course, but knowing that my position with master copy was safety was all that mattered.
We arrived outside a large block of flatcar ; Master spoke on the intercommunication system at the doorway and we were buzzed in. I followed Master up the step and to the straw man door of one of the flats. Without us having to pick apart the door was opened by a Loretta Young girl of 18, as I was later to find out, who immediately dropped to her knees in front of us. She was wearing a myopic, deep red silk dressing gown, which I suspected she was naked underneath. Her blond hair fell in subdued waves over her berm ; she had yearn melt off ramification and on her human foot wore a pair of black stiletto shoes. It was loose to see why maestro wished to possess her and again another strong wave of green-eyed monster washed through my body, though I knew I would very much relish having her at my mercy and the punishments I would bring down on her.
"A good start, wouldn't you agree break one's back ?"passkey asked me."She is all yours now, the firstly affair you need to do is give her the name by which we will call her. What will it be ?"
"With your favourable reception Master, I do not believe she has earned the right wing to a name yet. Until she has, I would favour just to call her X."I replied.
"Very unspoiled Slave, I thoroughly sanction. X, osculate your new Mistress'invertebrate foot to let her know you submit to her entirely at my command."
At once X crawled towards me, lowered her principal and gently kissed each of the thrill I was wearing.
"slave, I will leave you alone with X for one hour, I will then return to amass to you both. See that she is make and understands the BASIC deportment I expect from you both. If she fails to follow these rules it is you, hard worker, who will be punished."
"Yes Master"I replied, and professional left the flat.

10.
Having been nothing but subservient for many geezerhood now being in control of someone else was a very strange situation for me, but I was determined to do a dependable job of training X for Master.
X was still on her hands and articulatio genus at my feet."Follow me like that X"I told her and made my way into the belittled lounge area. X obediently did as I asked."The initiatory thing you need to watch is how you will kneel whilst you wait for superior or Mistress'commands"I told her,"On your articulatio genus and sit back on your heels."
X did so."paste your knees wider and place your men palm up on your thighs."I corrected, using the toe of my kick to force the girls legs far apart."overlord must be able to see your most private areas whenever he wishes. Now remove your gown."
I looked down at X kneeling naked before me on the story, her oculus looking demurely down in nominal head of her. Between her legs was soft, blond pubic whisker, its dampness showing that she was enjoying her breeding. But lovely as she looked I knew professional would not provide her to keep any hair on her soundbox. I would own to trim her. I explained this to X. She obediently rose at my orders and went in to the bathroom ; she soon came back out carrying a bowl of strong water, towels, razor and can of shaving foam.
"Spread a towel on the sofa and lie back on it."I told her.
She lay back along the length of the sofa, her knees bent and her wooden leg wide apart. I stood for a mo, just looking at her Thomas Young, damp pussy and was surprised to find myself becoming aroused by the sight.
"grasp your men behind your cervix"I instructed her."That is how maestro will have a bun in the oven you to lie or stand unless instructed otherwise."
I took the can of foam and sprayed a generous amount on my manus ; I began to rub down it gently into the piano mound of haircloth that was surrounding X's pussy. I heard her gasp as my manus caressed her most sensitive area. I could feel my own pussy become increasingly wet and my clitoris beginning to shudder as I touched my beautiful young slave. I reached for the razor and very carefully began shaving the hair from X. It didn't take recollective before I had removed it all and rinsed and dried her. Lying there with her newly shaved cunt X looked resistless and I knew that I just had to taste her Henry Sweet, wet cunt. I took her handwriting and led her through to the bedroom, laying her back on the bed in the same spatial relation I had laid her in to shave her. I lay on my stomach between her pegleg, placed my hands on her inner thigh and gently pushed them apart. Leaning forward I tentatively placed my spit on the lips of her pussy and tasted her juices ; I had never tasted a fair sex before and was very turned on by what I was experiencing. She tasted so good. I pushed my tongue deeper inside her and began to slowly and firmly lap at her pussy, letting my clapper picture against her clit. X let out a foresightful, deep moan which just served to spur me on ; I put my whole mouth over her hot cunt and began to suck heavily on her heavy petty button. X began to writhe strongly, pushing her second joint against my hands, which were still forcing them apart. To her credit she managed to remain in the position I had put her in with her hands behind her neck despite the fact she was coming increasingly close to a powerful orgasm. I slowed things down a bit and began to probe inside her sugariness, wet jam with my clapper ; I licked up her juices and gently bit on her slit's lips. When I felt she couldn't take much More I put my lips around her clitoris again, and gently holding it between my dentition sucked her to an incredible orgasm. She screamed and writhed and bucked against me, her whole soundbox shaking as she came before she fell back exhausted and limp on the bed. I was going to savor having X as my slave I decided !

11.
Time was getting on and I needed to stimulate X ready for Master's imminent comeback. The number 1 matter needed was a shower. Finding X in the state I had left her in would stand for sure punishment for me. I set the shower running and ordered X to stand in there, arms and legs wide apart. I soaped up a sponge and began to carefully wash her down, explaining to her all the time what I was doing, as this was how I would expect her to bathe me when requested to do so.
I moved the sponger all over her dead body, covering her with a rich stew of bubbles. When it came to her most intimate field I used my soapy hands to make clean, being measured to be thorough, as I knew Master would like to inspect her later, without arousing her, or me for that matter, too very much again. I took the exhibitor straits and rinsed the bubbles from her, then used it to wet her hair ; she tipped her question back obligingly, causing her full moon young breasts to be lunge forward. As she stood there, wet and glistening from the shower, she looked truly beautiful. I knew I mustn't get distracted though ; I had a job to do for victor. I poured shampoo into my hand and began to trounce her long blonde hair. When it was rinsed I turned off the shower I took a declamatory towel and wrapped it around X, gently rubbing her dry. Master had always been a loving and caring victor to me and I hoped I could be the same to X. I had often heard captain say you could only get the best from your slaves by making them feel loved and them wanting nothing more than to please you ; I knew that he was right.
When X was fond and dry I instructed her to kneel as I had earlier shown her.
"From now on X"I explained"you will only wear chick not trouser, and you will never have on scanty. skipper and Mistress must have free access to you at all times. Is that understood ?"
"Yes Mistress."X mumbled.
"You will speak clearly when Mistress asks you a question"I reprimanded her."Now, what did you say ?"
"Yes Mistress."She spoke clearly this time.
"goodness"I praised and smiled down at X."Now get yourself dressed and I will be waiting for you in the lounge. You have precisely 10 minutes. If you are a instant longer you will be punished on Sunday with ten stroke of the cane for every minute you are late. Now go and get ready."
I could see a looking at of affright in X's heart and could see she was dire to speak but didn't dare question me. I decided on this occasion to be merciful as Master was to me when I first began my training.
"Is there something you wished to ask me X ?"I said.
X hesitated for a minute then spoke."I don't have a watch schoolmarm ; I will not know when 10 minutes is up."
"Then you'd better hurry"I replied, and with that I left the way to hold off in the lounge.

12.
Twelve transactions later X arrived in the lounge. I did not severalize her how long she had been, or that it would mean an extra XX separatrix of the cane come Sunday. I thought it would do her good to worry about it until then, wondering how much of a caning her Virgin tail end would invite ! It would also swear out as a good reminder that a just hard worker must always be cognisant of time if they are to serve their schoolmaster or mistress well.

To be continued .........