Wednesday 18 December 2013

Thanksgiving 2013 - 6) Sunday At The Beach

Sunday At The Beach

Sunday turned out to be quite nice weather, 79 degrees, with plenty of sunshine and only partly cloudy now and then, so Mark took us to the beach for the day. Of course, with our Master, there is often an unusual twist to the events he organises, and after an early breakfast he told us to dress casual, and bring a swimsuit, a two piece for Mom and I, what else, but no towels as they would be provided. I drove us to the coast, following Mark’s directions when we got nearby, down some very narrow roads, with hardly any traffic on them at all. We couldn’t have seen more than a dozen cars in the last 20 miles, and then we pulled up to a large gated community, with a high perimeter wall, and other than a large turning circle, it seemed to be a dead end.

Master Mark walked over to the security guard and showed his ID, the man checked the list on his clipboard, then the gate opened as Mark walked back to the car, and we drove through to a large parking lot, with about a hundred cars already there. Mark said we’d look round the place first, so we could leave everything in the trunk, and come back if we needed anything later in the day. The sun was bright and clear, promising a lovely day, which got interesting as we walked towards some log structure buildings, when a guy and girl, both about 25 years old, walked by, completely naked. Well almost, he wore only sandals, and was shaved smooth, everywhere, while the girl wore only a pink collar with a leash clipped to it, dangling between her jiggling breasts, the end brushing her cute shaven mound. She seemed to be holding her arms in a funny position, with her elbows tucked in to her sides, and when they passed, I could see that her elbows were tied to each other, across her back, restricting her range of movement.

I looked over at my Sir, and he explained to us while we walked, that this was a private nude beach resort with a D/s theme, where admittance was strictly by invitation only, and those only for people who were in the scene, including carefully screened guests. His main reason for bringing us here was because Mom and I had always wanted to visit a nudist beach, but were reluctant to go for that much public exposure without safeguards, especially for both our reputations. Master Mark would provide that protection for us, and the opportunity for us to spend time around other submissives in a relaxed environment. For Grandad and Uncle Robert, Mark wanted them to have the chance to see the social side of D/s relationships, other than those within our family, and also to have some visual entertainment.

We walked down to the beach, passing quite a few more nudists, most of them as normal as you’d see on any clothing optional beach, about a 50/50 split between dressed and undressed, with no more than a dozen people wearing collars or other bondage equipment. It was easy for me to see who the subs were, and Mom spotted them as well, that proud stance of offering acceptable service to their Masters and Mistresses, even when they were only stood beside them. Taking Mom’s hand, I turned to our Master and Mom said simply, “If it pleases my Sir?” When he nodded, we both removed our tops and skirts, handing them to Uncle Robert to hold for a moment, while we slipped off our bra and panties, right there, out in the open, at the edge of a warm sandy beach. Our shoes were last, which we held in our hand, then arranged our underwear to drape over them, the already sticky gusset fully on display, then our skirt and top draped over one arm. We held our arm slightly away from the body, so as not to obscure out nakedness, then as one, we dipped a curtsey, and now declared, “We thank you for this privilege Master, and the chance to serve you.”

Master Mark smiled warmly, then came and kissed me on my lips, one hand on my shoulder, the other resting easily on the side of my breast, just enough pressure to let me, and everyone else, know that it was open and intentional, and my smile matched that of my Sir. He kissed and fondled Mom in exactly the same way, then turned to thank Grandad for bringing up two such wonderfully obedient girls.

We continued on down the beach, Mom and I enjoying the freedom of more exposure than we’d ever had in a single go, out on full public display, in view of what I estimated were over a hundred people. Overall I’d say there were more families than couples, with obvious singles in the minority, but equally comfortable with everyone else. We discussed the group makeup as we walked, how it all seemed so natural to them, even two teenage girls with ropes tied between their ankles, with a foot of slack, yet tethered to a steel spike in the sand, like pet dogs. They were building sandcastles with a ten year old boy, apparently their brother, since he called them Sis once or twice, with no sign that there was anything out of the ordinary with the scene.

Mark explained that on a municipal beach, this sort of activity would be strictly forbidden, the group would have been penalised, and the vanilla people around then absolutely mortified at what they were doing. This meant that a central lifestyle choice was denied them, and many other groups with similar D/s interests, so gradually it came under discussion at social gatherings, and a number of them formed a company to buy and manage this site. The membership rules are very strict, to keep the privacy of everyone protected, and allow them the freedom to exercise their choices in a support environment that all can benefit from.

The other noticeable thing about these people, was that, in the majority of cases, they were exactly like any regular family at the beach, with only about 20% nudists, and all the rest of them wearing just swimsuits, or sundresses, or shorts and tops. There were, however, far more naked kids than on a regular beach, most of whom had all over tans, and they played as carefree as any kid I’d seen.

There were plenty of D/s attributes on display though, several women with various shades of red bottom, some with fresh cane stripes, and about half as many men and boys with similarly punished rear ends. Many wore collars, and were being lead on a leash, happily walking beside their Master or Mistress, some had leashes attached to piercings through nipples, or pussy lips, or to a cock that had been pierced. Everyone wore these items as if they were just a piece of clothing, or jewellery, and no-one paid them any attention.

We found ourselves a spot on the sand to settle down, Mom and I going to a cabana for some towels, while Mark and Robert brought some sun loungers for us to relax on, then the guys took their clothes of as well, making us all fully fledged nudists. It was so peaceful to lay back in the sun completely naked, just like being beside my own pool, but with lots of people around us, all able to see my tits and pussy, especially when Master Mark told Mom and I to lay with our legs wide apart. This level of exhibition was getting me so turned on, and when he saw me wriggling, my Sir made me explain to everyone just how sexually excited I was, to be on public display like this. Kindly, he granted me permission to cum whenever I wanted today, but I was not allowed to touch myself, so could only achieve orgasm by focusing on the situation I was in. It took about half an hour before I reached my peak, and had to inform Master Mark as I drew near, then explain what was pushing me into my actual climax. It was lots of little things really, like so many happy submissives performing acts of service while publicly naked, people being openly touched and stimulated as they walked past up, but finally it was an eighteen year old girl next to us that made me cum so hard.

She’d dropped her ice cream cone into her lap, quite a surprise when you’re naked, and she’d said “Oh, shit” without thinking about it, like lots of people do, but she had immediately looked really mortified, apologising to her Mom and Dad in the very next breath. Her Mom had quietly said, “Kneel”, and the girl had assumed the position straight away, head bowed, hands gripping elbows behind her back, and her knees very wide apart. Just seeing her obedience almost finished me off, but when her Mom had eaten her own ice cream, the girl shuffled forward to lay over her lap for a hand spanking in full view of everyone around, and as I told my Master that her spanking had made me climax.

There were lots of people on the beach with their nude bodies decorated with paintings, some just shapes, or flowers, but some with really beautiful pictures of landscapes, or animals and birds, and I called a young girl over to ask where she had it done. She had a blue sea painted on her lower tummy, the bottom edge framing her hairless slit, an setting sun over her navel, and a palm tree from her right hip to just inside her right breast bud, the leaves either side of the nipple. 




The artist was working further down the beach, she told us, so we all went with her to see him, and I told her how nice she looked decorated like that, for which she thanked me ever so politely. We watched the guy painting scenes on several young girls, and a couple of older women, one who had flames painted on her pubic mound, and then three men as well. All of them looked superb, and the artwork was stunning, then when I reached him in the line, he told me it was free for whatever I wanted, as the club paid him a retainer as part of the entertainment provided to guests. I had the same flame design as the woman had, but Mark suggested he make it bigger, since I was a hot little lady, and the fire blazed right up my tummy. 



Mom had flowers painted on her front, right from her ankles to her neck, with petals over her pussy, and down her titties to her nipples, she looked fantastic.




We walked further down the beach after lunch, to a roped off section with a sign posted to warn of more intense scenarios past that point, and the possible sensitivities of younger ones. The barrier was on the edge of a stand of trees, which shielded whatever was happening further down, from the family section of the beach, but a short walk soon brought us back to the warm sands.

There were more groups of people in this area, but they didn’t look any different to those in the family section, except maybe not as many children around, although there was more bondage evident. We drew near to a family where two 15 year old twin boys were building a massive sand castle, but sticking out from the corners was a twenty year old girl, staked out spread eagle, with just head, hands, and feet visible, and a large pile of sand heaped on her body. She must have been nearly crushed by the weight, but she couldn’t complain because of a red ball gag strapped into her mouth, though I noticed she held a small yellow ball in her right hand, which must have been her safe signal. All she had to do was drop it, and she’d be dug out, or at least asked if she was OK. There was a man and woman sat nearby, her Mom and Dad we assumed, and they invited us over, introducing themselves as Dan and Jessica, and their two boys John and James, then chatted with us about our background, how long we’d been in the club, and who was who in our group. Jessica had not mentioned anything about the girl buried under the sand castle, and when I asked if that was her daughter, she said she might as well be for all the trouble she caused, but no, she was actually their live in maid, Daisy.

Apparently, John and Daisy had buried James yesterday, sculpting him as a mermaid, with boobs (Daisy’s idea), and a big shell to hide his dick, so now it was Daisy’s turn to be buried, and the boys didn’t want her to escape. They finished the castle while we were talking, then dashed off to the sea, coming back with buckets of salty water, which they poured into plastic tubes sticking an inch above the top of the castle. Mark asked if they were runoffs, and Dan said the boys had designed them to carry water to the centre of the pile, so the bottom half could be made very wet, and heavy, without breaking the structure of the sand. With each bucket that was poured in, Daisy grunted at the increased weight, her breathing getting shallower, then James brought over a bucket they had used at the rock pools earlier. He showed us what they’d collected, small crabs, shellfish, sea slugs, anemones, and dozens of fish, some over an inch long, then he began pouring them down a tube. Jessica explained how that tube went down to a small container between Daisy’s legs, with a cover over it, so it formed a small cave to protect the creatures from being crushed. As more creatures went down the tube Daisy began to struggle, well, her fingers and toes did, and her eyes opened wide, so John bent down and asked if something was biting her, at which she nodded her head, but the rest of the sea creatures still got poured in.

Daisy held it together for fifteen minutes before she dropped her yellow ball, at which point Dan removed her gag to check she was in no danger, other than having a crab nipping her clitoris to shreds, and something had crawled right inside her pussy. The poor girl was becoming light headed from lack of oxygen, all that sand was restricting her chest so that she now couldn’t lift it at all, so Dan told the boys to dig her out. He placed a small storage container over her head to prevent the sand getting in her eyes and mouth, he said, put the ball back in her hand, then the boys started digging the sand off Daisy’s chest, but now piled it over the container, burying her head. Soon the plastic box was completely covered, and Daisy must have been in pitch darkness, her air supply a small plastic pipe that was tucked under the box near her neck. As more sand was piled of her head, the weight on her ribcage was reduced, and five minutes later she gave a thumbs up that she could now breath again. John and James continued digging carefully as they neared Daisy’s chest, but once they could see where it was, they changed to scraping the sand instead of digging into it, but this meant that the point of the plastic spades were now dragged across her ribs, and her exposed breasts. John particularly liked pulling his spade across her nipples, while James had uncovered her midriff, and was working the spade point into Daisy’s navel, twisting it round, all of which resulted in Daisy clenching her fists, and curling her toes, but no sound escaped from under the sand pile.

When the poor girl was freed at last, and untied, John and James took her down to the sea to wash all the sand off, coming back glistening wet and beautiful. “Fresh as a Daisy,” Jessica announced, and everyone laughed. We bid our goodbyes to the family, and went on further along the sand.


Twenty yards down the beach there was a guy tied backwards over a rock, the ropes fastened to a line of steel D rings set into the surface of the stone, and a younger girl was fucking him with strap on, while holding a magnifying glass over his cock. The concentrated sunlight started to smoke his sun block after a while, and when his struggles grew stronger, the girl moved the light to another part of his throbbing shaft, then heated his balls up as well.

I was linking arms with Uncle Robert at this point, so I laid my head on his shoulder, a wicked thought running through my mind, and said to him, “Uncle Robert, can I do that with you sometime please?”

He kissed the top of my head, and replied, “Which one poppet, fuck my ass, or torture my prick?”

I looked up at him, my eyes sparking at the thought, a wide smile on my face, “Oh, both of them, if I may.”

He thought for a moment, while I lowered my eyes, noticing his prick stiffen a little bit, then he answered, “Yes sweetheart, I think I’d like that, if your Master would give his permission.”

I kissed him on the lips, a big sloppy one, then turned to my Sir, an expectant, hopeful look on my face, awaiting his response.

“Yes, Katherine,” he said, “you have my permission to play with your Uncle the next time you are together, but both you and Michelle must first perform an act of public service before we leave. I’ll let you know the details when I’ve worked out what it should be.”

I let go of Uncle Robert, and went to kneel at my Master’s feet, taking his hand to plant a kiss on it, in gratitude for his kindness, feeling a rush of pleasure through my whole body as he stroked my hair softly, telling me how proud he was to have me as his servant.

As we moved towards the far end of the beach, we passed several couples fucking, one where the woman was tied to a tree, with her leg in the air, like a ballet arabesque, and a man was struggling to keep his somewhat small prick inside her as they fucked.

Right at the edge of the property, which was bounded by a stand of trees, with lots of underbrush, there were three girls and a guy bent over a breakwater being caned severely, all of them between eighteen and about twenty five years old. They already had three or four purple bruises each on their bottoms, and two across the backs of their thighs, the punishment having been meted out by two couples about Mom’s age, with two early teenage boys watching from the group. One of the youngsters was handed the cane, and was instructed, I assume by his Dad, to deliver a cut to one of the girls, right at the crease under her bottom, plenty of practise swings being given, which hardly touched the girl. When the boy was confident of his aim, he swung slowly back, then let go, right on target, perfectly on the crease line of both cheeks. There wasn’t a lot of force behind it, but it must have really stung, because the girl was wriggling her but all over the place. Very attractively I might add, with her legs spreading every so often to display her puffy, hairless slit, and the shaved mound above it.

The other young boy then had a turn on the next girl in line, with similar instruction and practice, but his delivered stroke, while heavier, was off target, high on one side, low on the other, so he was given another go, which was much better, and earned him the man’s praise.

The adults now delivered another stroke of the cane each, across the thighs, first to the two outer people, the guy, and the younger girl, then to the two older girls in the middle, leaving all four with a beautiful set of purple marks. They were then instructed to turn over, legs apart, and the cane was exchanged for a narrow two tailed strap, which was used half a dozen times on the guy’s cock and balls, and ten times on each of the girls pussies, lips, mound, spread slit, and three very large, fully erect clits. After their punishment, they had to kneel in front of the group, hands on head, while they were lectured about underage drinking, responsible behaviour, and lack of respect for their elders.

This was by far the most extreme treatment we’d seen, but following the dressing down, they all hugged just the same as we do after taking a punishment, so it’s no different to my own personal circumstances, just further along in severity.

We worked our way back to the family area then, where they were having a games afternoon, and we all joined in a ball game something like basketball hoops, where two team members hold hands to form the hoop, and a third member tosses the ball through it. We were a man down to make two teams of three, but a lovely young girl came over and asked if she could join our team, as she was an odd one out in her family. I told her it would probably be OK, but considering the D/s theme, we should really ask my Master Mark’s permission, so the young girl went over with me, executed the best curtsey I’ve seen from someone without a skirt, and very respectfully sought Master Mark’s favour for her request.

He didn’t grant it right away, but questioned her for a while, seeking her name, age, and status. Surprisingly, she was called Katie, but Mark reminded her of the expected etiquette, so she told him her name was Catherine, with a ‘C’, but everyone called her Katie, with a ‘K’, unless she was in trouble, then Mommy and Daddy used her Sunday name. She had celebrated her sixteenth birthday last week, but wasn’t old enough to be a proper submissive yet, so Daddy had made her his trainee servant, and if she worked hard, he would promote her when she was old enough, but that was ages and ages away yet. My eyes moistened at this, and I could see so much of my younger self in this wonderful child, manners, a burning desire to please, and impatience at the speed the world turned.

When I looked up, Mark had a beaming smile, and I knew we shared the same thoughts. He took Katie’s hand, kissed the back of it, and told her, “My dear young lady, I would consider it an honour for you join our team, and to help support the ladies side, but first, introductions are in order.” Holding her hand, still, he turned her towards us, “Catherine, may I formally introduce you to my servant Katherine, with a ‘K’, also known as Katie. Katherine with a ‘K’ this is Catherine with a ‘C’.”

We said hello to each other, giggling quietly.

“Catherine, this is Michelle, my servant also, and my Katie’s Mom. Michelle, may I introduce you to Catherine, with a ‘C’. Katie C, you may call her Shelly.”

Mom and Katie shook hands formally, and exchanged hello’s, both with a smile at the way Mark was making such a production of this.

“Catherine, this is Robert, Michelle’s brother. Robert, may I introduce you to Catherine, with a ‘C’. Katie C, you may call him Mister Robert.”

They shook hands and said hello, both of them struggling not to laugh.

“Catherine, this is Mr Bircher, he’s Michelle and Robert’s Dad, and my Katie’s Grandad. Mr Bircher, may I introduce you to Catherine, with a ‘C’. Katie C, you may call him Sir.”

Grandad and Katie shook hands and said hello, but she was now much more respectful.

Mark took her hand again, as he’d done for each presentation, turning them both to each of us in turn, as if looking for someone else, then turned her to face him.

“Oh! Yes.” he said, “Catherine, may I please have the honour to introduce myself to such a lovely young lady. My name is Mark, and I am Master to these two wonderful ladies, who have both graced me with the gift of their submission to my control. Katie C, you may call me Sir, or Master Mark.”

Katie said “Hello, Master Mark,” dipping another graceful curtsey, “it’s an honour to meet you. Thank you for allowing me to play with you, and for introducing me to these lovely people.”

“Wonderful,” Mark said, “now come here poppet, and give me a hug.” They went into each other’s arms for a hug, then round the rest of us, and it was strange hugging a naked person in a social setting, rather than a romantic one.

We were on the third round, and had some time before we played, so we sat on the sand to chat for a while, me leaning against Mark, Mom leaning on Uncle Robert, while Grandad and Katie C, sat on their own, though Katie seemed a bit subdued compared to a short time ago. Katie C had just been explaining that Daddy was really her Mom’s current boyfriend, not her proper Dad, and she liked him, but Mom’s previous boyfriend had been much nicer. She kept looking at Mom and I, with a sweet smile on her face, then taking a quick glance at Grandad, almost wistfully, as if she was missing something. We didn’t really know much about her, but I asked her what she liked most about her Mom’s previous boyfriend, because I’d noticed something in the way she spoke about him. Katie C explained that he was really nice to her, talking to her about school if Mom left the room, and including her in their general conversations, not the grown up ones though, and if Mom went to get ready, he’d sit on the sofa with her and watch kids TV, like her Dad used to do. When they watched TV, he let her lean on him, all nice and cosy, not push her off like most people do, except her Mom that is.

I asked her if they cuddled, and her eyes lit up when she admitted that they did, but she didn’t want Mom to get upset with her, so she didn’t do it too much. As I drew her out, she revealed that she was a very tactile person, even just a finger on her Mom’s arm soothed her, or someone stroking her hair made her all warm. My next question was key, so I asked her how many cuddles she’d had today, not counting the ones we’d all just had, and she said there was just one, very quickly when Daddy had arrived at the house to pick them up, then he’d ruffled her hair, and she had to go brush it again.

“There you are,” I said to everyone, “one quick hug all day, not even a proper cuddle, and it’s after lunchtime already. I’m afraid poor Katie C is suffering from serious cuddle starvation, and here we all are snuggling up without her, well we can’t have that can we now?” Everybody agreed, and we decided it needed fixing as soon as possible, so I asked Grandad to let Katie sit on his lap for some emergency cuddles, since she weighed hardly anything and wouldn’t squash him. He reached for her hand, and gently guided her round, then lowered her onto his upper legs, her expression mixed between desperately wanting to, but also ready to flee at the slightest sound. Grandad put his arm round her, gently playing his fingers along her upper arm, a gesture I fondly remember from my own childhood, when I was missing Mom during summer break. Slowly, he leaned her over against his chest, still stroking her arm, and she snuggled under his chin, visibly relaxing as we watched.

Master Mark leaned over and kissed my ear, which he does when he’s proud of something I’ve said or done, and I knew he approved of the way I’d just helped Katie C. I told her how much I liked to be cuddled, how nice it felt inside, and all the cuddles my family readily gave out, and that she could come round whenever she needed cheering up. Apparently her new Daddy, the fourth she’d had this year, only cuddled her like this when she’d been naughty, and he’d just given her a good spanking, otherwise it was just a quick hug like this morning. I told her that I got spanked as well, and cuddled afterwards, which made everything alright, since I’d done something wrong, paid for it, then been forgiven and the slate wiped clean. Katie C said that was when I was a girl, but now I’m grown up I didn’t get spanked any more, not like she did.

Laughing out loud, Mark explained that getting older didn’t stop people doing silly things, or being naughty, and Mom and I had both been properly spanked only last night. You could see she thought this was a wind up, being said just to comfort her, but not really true, so I confirmed that I did get spanked, Mom agreed that she’d been spanked as well, and it was also given to us outside, in some bushes at the side of the road. Mark told her we weren’t spanked every day, but there were house rules we were both expected to follow, and breaking them would definitely earn us a spanking to set things straight again.

Katie C said that’s what Mommy always said, and she didn’t really mind her Mommy spanking her, because it was only when she did break the rules, and Mommies were allowed to spank, but she didn’t think boyfriends should be. Mark explained that things didn’t always seem fair, especially to children, but parents were allowed to give spanking permission to other people, which meant they spanked as if it was her Mommy doing it. It would be different if it was some strange guy off the street, just bending her over and smacking her bottom, because he wasn’t allowed to, and Mommy wouldn’t have let it happen. So when Mommy’s boyfriend spanks her, he’s just doing what Mommy has given him permission for, which means she has to accept it, because Mommy loves her. Mark reasoned it out quite well with her, and she was beginning to understand, which was good, to say we had only just met. I related some of the struggles I’d had when I was sixteen, and how Mark had helped me work things out in my head at that time. She seemed to be much more comfortable now, happier in herself, and not looking so worried. It was nearly time for our game, so Grandad gave her an extra squeeze, I pulled her up onto her feet, gave her a big hug, and a kiss on the cheek, then Mom did the same, and walked off with her arm round Katie C as if she were her own daughter.



 The ball game was great fun, trying to position our hoop under the ball, so it would go through, then the thrower racing to get it back for another throw, then another, and so on. Each thrower only had 3 minutes, then we swapped round, and someone else had the ball, till all three people had thrown, and the scores could be added up. We all managed to get through to the next round, but then Mark’s team were knocked out, and because we girls were getting a bit silly, I gave them the Bronx cheer. Master Mark just turned and gave me the sternest look I have ever seen.

“Katherine, present yourself.” he said, my Master’s voice now as stern as his look. I went and stood before him, feet apart, hands clasping elbows behind my back, my head bowed in shame as he gave me permission to speak.

“I beg my Master’s forgiveness for the disrespect I have shown, and I am truly sorry to have caused you to bring me to account for my error.” My voice was quiet and trembling, my heart heavy inside, that I could have brought my Sir such upset. I continued, still not raising my eyes, “It was in no way  intentional Sir, but just a moment of girlish silliness, in which I forgot my proper place.” I raised my eyes so my Master could see how sincere I now was, “Please Master Mark, correct your servant as you see fit, that I may better serve you, in order to bring only praise to your name. My body is yours to do as you will, since it belongs to you, and I welcome your care.”

My Master was still very serious, but his voice was a little softer as he addressed me, “Katherine, it saddens me that I have to discipline you for being a silly, thoughtless, young girl, but you will have your rear thoroughly spanked to teach you the error of your ways. Because you showed disrespect to your Master in a public place, you will be punished, with six strokes of the cane across your bare bottom, as an encouragement not to do so again. Grasp your ankles.”

Bending over, I took hold of my ankles, tightening my curve, so that my breasts were displayed through my spread legs, the pull on my upper legs straining against the petals of my pussy, as they parted with a further tuck on my spine, positioning my bottom at the apex, ready to be spanked. My Master has made me assume this position to be spanked before, and it usually turns me on to be so fully displayed for him, but I took no pleasure in this today, because I had let him down badly by not putting him in first place, even in my play. My failure in this important part of my service was more painful to me than anything his hand was about to do to my bottom, and would hurt me long after the sting had left my flesh. How could I have been so inconsiderate?

The spanking went on for much longer than I would normally have to endure, and my Master was more forceful with each smack of his hand to my stretched bottom. He spanked down my thighs as far as my knees, bringing me to tears, then worked down the tender crease of my bottom, including my tight anal ring, but when my Sir’s hand slapped so hard against my pussy, I was sobbing that I had brought this upon myself. When my spanking stopped, Master Mark gently took hold of  my shoulders, lifting me to stand before him as he explained that my discipline was not because I had been a silly girl, since he loved the playfulness that came so easily to me. However, it was my lack of control in allowing it to go too far, to overstep the boundary of proper ladylike behaviour, that had merited such a severe discipline to be administered, but now my debt was paid, and that lapse had been forgiven. He softly pulled me into an embrace, cradling my head into his neck, as his hand stroked my sobbing shoulder till I composed myself, then he lifted my chin to kiss me tenderly on my lips, my tear drenched cheeks, and my reddened eyes.

Leaning back a little, I offered thanks to my Master that he cared enough to correct my mistakes, and so graciously gave me his forgiveness. Passing me over to my Mom to receive a bit more comforting, he turned to a couple nearby and asked if he could borrow the cane they had with them, then returned to me.

“Katherine,” he addressed me, “for displaying a lack of respect for your Master, I have decreed that you be given six strokes of the cane on your bare bottom. Will you accept my judgement on this?”

“Yes Master,” I answered confidently.

I was now given a choice, “Will you take your punishment in private Katherine, or in public?”

My punishments were always in private, family excepted, and they had never been witnessed by strangers since I was a small child. My Master was giving me an opportunity to demonstrate how I viewed the seriousness of this situation.

“Since my fault was performed in front of all these people, it is only right that I willingly accept my punishment in this public place, in order that they may witness that I have been properly corrected.”

I thought I would have been scared at the prospect of receiving a punishment caning, especially in front of so many people that I didn’t know, and hadn’t seen before today, since I had only ever been given a serious punishment once before. That one had really, really hurt, almost beyond bearing, but my Master knew my limits better than myself, and I had survived then, so I trusted my Sir to bring me through this ordeal as well.

He positioned me bent over, with my hands on my knees so as not to tighten my buttocks too much, my bottom towards the audience, still red from my spanking, and the breeze wafting over my spread pussy. I was instructed to count the strokes, something I hate, then the first cut of the cane bit deep into my soft cheeks. I held the scream back in my throat, and it seemed ages before I could voice the required count. The second stroke was the same fierce burning pain, deep inside my butt, the same repressed scream, but after the count this time, I began to cry, not from the heat tearing its way through my rear, nor from the shame of being punished like a school girl. My tears were now for my Master, who I had foolishly put in the position of having to punish an otherwise loyal servant to this extent, and in public. The man who cared for me so considerately, who drew such pleasure from my service to him, who thrilled me as I watched him glow with pride at my obedience to his wishes, was now so disappointed in my thoughtless actions.

The third and fourth strokes burned into my mind as well as my body, driving a new determination that I would NEVER give my wonderful Master cause to have to punish me again. I promised him this in between my sobs, quietly repeating my vows inside my head, “I do all things to please my Master, since my body belongs to him.” Over and over the words ran through my mind as I tried hard to stay in place, and bravely suffer the cane as it whipped across my bottom. This was no mild discipline session, given with a level of pain that drove my sexual passions higher, this was not for my pleasure, it was to put an end to an unacceptable course of action, so that it would not re-occur in the future. I promised my Sir that it would not.

It was several moments before I was aware of Mark leaning down beside me, his hand stroking my hair, or that I was quietly voicing my private thoughts, that my Master was asking me if I was OK, telling me it was alright to use my safe word if this was proving beyond what I could bear. Despite the searing pain in my buttocks, or the tears streaming down my face, his concern lifted my heart, as he always does, and I managed a weak smile of reassurance. Recovering my composure, I gave him the response that declares my willing obedience, “I do all things to please my Master, since my body belongs to you. I have let you down, my Sir, and deserve this punishment, so I will bear these last two strokes, and always be reminded that it is possible for me to fail. Please continue to cane your remorseful servant, that I may resume serving you acceptably.”

He kissed my wet cheek, whispering in my ear, “Sweet Katie, I’m so proud of you.” A few seconds later, a line of fire ripped across the lower curve of my bottom, the sobs coming straight away, then the count from my lips, and more crying, this time it was due to the pain. My heart was not so much in anguish any more, the thought lifting me was that my Master was proud of me, even as he caned me for a serious mistake, my obedience to this very punishment filled him with pride. My service was once more acceptable to the man I held in the highest esteem.

I felt the cane tap against me, which he hadn’t done with any of the other strokes, but it lay against the crease just below my cheeks, right on the boundary between bottom and thighs, the most tender spot a girls has behind her. Always caring for my welfare, even when inflicting pain, my Master now warned me this last cut would be the most severe, so I steeled myself to accept it. Quickly my buttocks tightened, then slowly relaxed, so that he could see my preparation, and the cane whipped in exactly on target, searing itself into my memory, as it was rightly intended to. As it burned deeper my bottom clenched and relaxed, my bladder nearly going along with it, till I gained control. The last thing I wanted was to pee myself like a child in front of all these people.

I managed to count the final stroke, and Mark lifted me to a standing position, immediately taking me into a hug, calming me with his praise for taking my correction so bravely, and I poured out my most sincere apologies, and promises to improve my behaviour, which he accepted with a kiss. Someone produced a pot of cream, and Mark held me in his arms as he invited anyone that wanted, to sooth my welted bottom, adding that they were also free to sooth my other punished places as well. The first few were excruciating, despite my helper’s gentle touch, but as the cream rubbed in, it began to work wonders. Mark told me later that it contained Lidocaine, so after a dozen people had massaged my sore cheeks, it was merely painful. It wasn’t just my bottom that had been caned, there had also been a spanking which had reddened the anal groove, my pussy slit, and my mound, all of which were lovingly attended to. Uncle Robert pointed out that my anal ring looked quite sore so Mom gently pulled my cheeks apart, while someone’s finger rubbed the edges with cream, and the hole itself, then eased inside, deeper, and deeper, till a second finger slid into my vagina. I was probed thoroughly, several times, before the fingers withdrew, then lots of hands were rubbing my punished body, slipping and sliding all over my pussy and ass.

Master Mark held me closely, one hand cupping my breast, as he reminded me to take these lessons to heart, also praising me for my obedience under punishment, then encouraging me to relax into the reward I was now being granted. I was a spanked and caned young lady, who was slowly being brought to orgasm by a group of people I didn’t know, and couldn’t see, yet they were free to take any liberties they liked with my lower body. When I came, at my Master’s word, the attention didn’t stop, as many of the crowd hadn’t yet had chance to take advantage of my Sir’s kind offer, so I was brought to another four delicious cums, all of them while Mark kissed my soft lips as I moaned and wriggled in his arms.


The afternoon’s activities had continued without us distracting them, and me moved over to watch a puppet show, ably presented by some of the children, which was excellent fun, and had everyone laughing and cheering. The applause at the end went on for quite some time, and Mark took us over to meet the performers.




We joined in another of the competitions later, based on the ‘Gladiators’ TV show, where two opponents stand on raised platforms and try to knock each other off with huge padded hammer devices. Master Mark insisted that I play, which I enjoyed immensely, despite the state of my rear, and the fact that I got spun round a couple of times and whacked on it. I was pitched against the girl we’d seen earlier in the day building sand castles while tethered to a spike, she still wore both ankle cuffs, without the rope between them, although it was replaced directly after the match. I went over and congratulated her for beating me, apologising for a couple of good shots I landed on her titties, which she said were nothing compared to sparring with her brother, then she apologised for aiming at my sore bottom. We both laughed, and hugged each other, then chatted about our background till the next event. Mom joined us, then Grandad and Uncle Robert, and finally Master Mark, so I made the introductions to my new friend Alice, and after a while, Mark suggested Alice and I exchange phone numbers.



It was the Flipper race up next, which Grandad sat out as a spectator, but the rest of us donned swim fins for a hundred yard dash, well more like a waddle, since we all looked like penguins with big feet, and the hardest part was running while you were laughing so hard. We all got through the first round, Mom and Mark dropped out on the second, I dropped out on the third leg, but Uncle Robert won third place, with a slow, but very precise stride, not stumbling once. The whole event was great fun, and Alice came over to congratulate Uncle Robert, saying she wished she could have joined in, but her Daddy had tethered her ankles again, so she couldn’t run.



 My bottom was feeling much better by then, so we bought some food from one of the concessions, and took it back to our loungers to eat, watching the world stroll by as we discussed how much fun we’d had, apart from my slight upset, and how we might come back some other time. Mom and I were now much more comfortable with a nudist beach, and the D/s theme here was a definite bonus for added activities, and observing how other people fitted it into their lifestyle. Mark took us into the admin office on our way out, signed the necessary introduction forms, and obtained a pass card for Mom, and one for me, not that we ever planned to visit on our own, but Mark said it might be an interesting task to have a lone visit.

Mark kept us both naked till we reached the car in the parking lot, and I had to drive home with my skirt up, and my sore bottom on the seat. We picked up Grandad and Uncle Robert’s bags, and took them to the airport for their flight home, enjoying lots of cuddles in the departure lounge as they waited to board. Everyone agreed it had been a wonderful holiday, and we’d enjoyed it immensely, but all too soon it was time for them to go, last kisses and hugs were exchanged, then we waved them all the way to the boarding gate.

We drove home and enjoyed a nice quiet evening lounging on the sofas, savouring the last moments before we had to return to work on Monday, but at least Master Mark was staying another couple of days with us, so the next few morning and evenings we had time for some more fun.


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Thanksgiving 2013 - 5) Saturday Morning Chills

Saturday Morning Chills

We didn’t have much planned for Saturday, other than the tree lighting in the town centre, which was in the evening, so the rest of the day was going to be dedicated to chilling out round the house, with some relaxation on the poolside if the weather held out.

Master Mark took me down to breakfast naked, Mom was already in the kitchen wearing the same outfit, and there was a significant amount of groping and fondling as we ate, particularly since Mark suggested Mom and I have fruit, using our cunny as a bowl, which the guys kept filling for us. Mom ate banana and peaches from me, then I sucked and licked several pieces of orange, and a couple of strawberries from my Mom’s wet slit, making sure I lapped up all the juice from her clit.

It took a bit of cleaning up afterwards, but we had had plenty of volunteers to help with the dirty jobs in the shower, Uncle Robert making sure the hose was pushed right inside my vagina, while he held my lips closed and filled me up a few times. He even used the black cock nozzle to give me a hot soapy enema, then plugged me with his own cock, which he said was amazing to feel the hot water and the soft walls inside my bottom.

When we were all cleaned up, the guys dressed in slacks and polo shirts, and we girls just had our undies, Mom in a pink camisole and pink cherry panties, and myself in a pink shortie nightie set, with ruffles round the edges, and gold ribbon ties at the hip. During the fun and frolics, of course, our undies got removed and replaced several times, both Mom and I got our bottoms spanked, Mom had her titties strapped by Mark and Robert, one on each side, but not too hard, and Grandad had me sit in his lap, then lean over backwards while he slapped my cunny bright red.




  
The highlight of the day, for me, came around midday, and it was due to the weather turning bad, and my comment that I’d wanted to sit out in the sun, and it didn’t look like I’d be able to now. Grandad came over and stood beside me by the pool doors, his arm round my waist, looking at the rain beating down on the pool deck. It had been raining since 7am , but now it was turning into a really heavy shower, Grandad looked at it for a while then said, “You could still sit out by the pool sweetheart.” I turned to look at him, and he met my gaze, “You asked if there was something special you could do, last Wednesday night, well there may be, but I’m afraid it could be too much to ask.”

I hugged him close, and replied, “I can’t think of anything that I would refuse my special Grandad, but if you do ask too much of me, I’ll just say No, kiss you, and love you just as much as always. Please feel free to ask, Grandad, you may be pleasantly surprised.”

Kissing my cheek, he continued, “There was a film I used to watch, years ago, when you were much younger, about a girl tied to a chair, outside in the pouring rain, the water streamed off her naked body, and she was totally helpless. It was the most erotic film I had in my collection, and I watched it over and over.”

I knew to one he meant, it was called ‘The Cabin’  by In-Sex, I think, and I’d seen it on Grandad’s computer one summer break. I thought it was sexy too.

Taking hold of my hands, he explained to me, “I used to imagine it was you tied to that chair, Katie, that you’d been kidnapped and tied up really severely. It was a fantasy, though, darling, I’d never want to actually see you in that position, being mistreated, but I’ve learned so many new things about my little girl these last few years. I wondered, just as a game, not serious in any way, if you would agree to role play that scene with me. You can say no if you want, and I’d understand, honest, and I’d not be upset at all.”

He stood looking at me, with an expression that kept changing from expectation, to hope, dismay, uncertainty, then finally joy as I smiled at him, pulled him into my arms, and said, “Of course I’ll play the game with you, Grandad, I’d consider it an honour. What do you want me to do?”

Grandad gave me a big squeeze, and whispered, “Thank you,” in my ear. “You don’t have to do much, sweetheart, just be your usual sweet, innocent self, and two nasty men will break in the house and kidnap you. You’ll be tied up, I expect, to stop you escaping, and then they will do all sorts of horrid things to you, but in the end, I’ll come and rescue you, and everything will work out OK.”

Master Mark and Uncle Robert grabbed hold of me, and dragged me outside into the rain, which quickly turned my pink nightie transparent, moulding itself round my erect nipples, then Mark pulled my panties up till the gusset embedded in my slit, outlining my lips. They walked me over to the chair, taking me backwards so I faced the window, in full view of Grandad, and my Mom, who had her hand to her mouth, looking suitably horrified. Mark gripped my nightie, between my tits, and pulled outward, ripping it straight down the middle, then pulled it down my arms, leaving me in just wet, see through panties. Uncle Robert took care of these, untying the ribbons, then pulling the front upward so the rest of the material was dragged through my slit, over my clitoris, making it throb and tingle with passion, and leaving me naked.

The chair was in the “quiet corner”, an area of the pool deck that was not overlooked by any of the neighbours, where Mom and I went to make out, or to masturbate outdoors, but now I was sat in the wet seat, my wrists and elbows tied to the chair arms. Obligingly, I lifted my legs so Mark could tie one ankle to the chair, and Robert the other one, with my heels on the seat to take the weight. They spent a few minutes spreading my lips apart, and frigging my slit, pushing fingers inside my cunny while they rubbed my clit till I came, bouncing the chair. Uncle Robert brought some more rope over, and, keeping out of Grandad’s line of sight, they bound my titties really tight, tying the ends off to my knees, then standing back.

I was watching Grandad enjoy our little scene, wondering what Mom was messing about with on the dining table, when a wet, naked, Uncle walked in front of me, his erection pointing in the air, then my chair was lifted, and turned slightly sideways. I shook my head, water spraying from my hair, and whispered, “Oh no, Mister, please don’t fuck me. Please, just let me go.” I made sure to frame my words so my audience could lip read me, trying to keep the noise down in case someone was walking past our fence.

Uncle Robert was really into his part, slapping my titties from side to side, gently, snarling, quietly, “Shut up, bitch, your getting my huge prick shoved right up your pretty snatch. Now spread ‘em.” He pushed my knees apart, which, because they were tied to my tits, pulled the bound globes away from each other, stretching them out.

Master Mark came up behind me, hid hands to the side of my head, as he whispered encouragement that I was doing a really good job. When he tipped my head back, I could see that he was naked as well, and wet through, with a beautifully hard prick, just for me. Putting one foot on the chair arm, he held his knob to my lips, so that I could run my tongue over it, then take it inside my mouth, and suck it for a while. Tipping my head further, to straighten my throat, he slowly pushed more and more of the hard shaft down my throat, till he was fully embedded, and I was breathing through my nose comfortably.

Now my two kidnappers were in position, they began to fuck me, deeply, both driving in at the same time for a few dozen strokes, then Mark paused, and started again in counterpoint to Uncle Robert, one pulling out as the other pushed in. To add to the sensations, Uncle Robert began  pushing my knees apart, then together, stretching my breasts, while Mark started pinching each nipple in turn, then pulling them hard, dragging them out from my titties. I felt my Master cum first, his throbbing cock pulsing jets of spunk down my throat, then Uncle Robert stiffened, and shot his load deep in my pussy, the jets washing over my cervix, then I couldn’t hold back any longer. Thrusting and snorting, I was humping my crotch into Uncle Robert, and trying to strain upward onto my Sir’s lovely, pumping cock, cumming powerfully. Master Mark pulled out to allow me to breath properly, then began tweaking my nipples each time my tremors slowed down, while Uncle Robert put his elbows inside my knees, pushing to stretch my titties, while his fingers tormented my throbbing clit.

With all this attention, and the rain pounding against every inch of my bare skin, they kept me cumming for five minutes, before they allowed me to rest. It wasn’t for long though, as they came back with a couple of things Mom had handed them through the door. Mark had a wooden stick, the thickness of his thumb, with ropes tied to it, and Uncle Robert had a much thicker stick, which had been wrapped at the end with duct tape, a condom put over it, and longer ropes tied to it. At first I couldn’t work this part out, then I remembered the film, where the bound girl had a stick gag, which Mark now tied round my head, between my teeth, and Uncle Robert gently eased the larger stick into my spread pussy, then tied it round my waist and thighs.

Now that I’d been set up, Mark and Robert went back into the house, Mom handing them towels so they could dry off while I struggled against my bondage, my flailing knees tugging my bound tits painfully, but bouncing me on the stick wedged in my pussy. Leaning back, my face upturned into the driving rain, warm water streaming across my naked flesh, I felt every bit a part of Grandad’s sexy video, a sudden squall hurting my tender breasts, and spread slit. A few minutes later he was there beside me, the rain soaking his clothes as he knelt between my legs, pulling the wooden shaft from my pussy, the ropes pulling tight, then sliding it back inside till it reached my cervix.

“My poor girl,” he coo’d, stroking my wet cheek, “look what those horrid men have done to your poor little cunny. How far have they shoved this cruel branch inside you? Up to here?” and he then pressed it hard against my cervical ring. My eyes widened, but I shook my head, mumbling “No” round the gag between my teeth.

“Did they force it even deeper into my little darling?” he asked, twisting the stick around the neck of my womb, deep inside me, then tipping it forward so it slid to the very end of my love channel, “Like this?” It went deeper, stretching my tunnel till my lips turned in. “Or even this, perhaps, till it sticks up in your tummy? Look at it Katie, stretching a bump, as it it’s going to burst out of you.” He was stroking the bulge in my tummy, his thumb sometimes trailing down to rub my hardened clitoris, making me squeeze down on the shaft inside me until I began to cum from the pleasure my lovely Grandad roused in my captive body.

When I calmed down, he untied the ropes round my waist and thighs, easing the torture dildo from my cunny, making it spasm at the withdrawal, then he lowered his pants, and slid his solid prick into my aching, empty hole, fucking me gently. Still embedded in me, he reached forward to untie my gag, then leaned over to kiss my lips, which I returned with loving passion, that grew as his body weight pressed my still bound titties. His tongue flicked my lips, my mouth opening to allow his tongue full access, my own tongue playing with him as he freely explored my body to his hearts content, and I thrilled deep inside at his pleasure in me.

He removed his shirt, and now his bare flesh touched mine, rubbing against my inner thighs, and across my titties, the flesh turning blue, electric at every contact, as I felt him stiffen with a rising climax. I smiled up at him, and said, “Thank you for rescuing me Grandad. Now squeeze my titties hard, and cum in your granddaughter, my hero.”

As his fingers dug into the tight globes of my breasts, the pain pushed my own orgasm right to the edge, then his spunk sprayed my insides as he pushed deep inside my clenching pussy, and I came with him, both of us shaking with passion.

Within a few minutes, Grandad had slipped his pants off altogether, then untied my knees, ankles and arms from the chair, helping me to my feet, then walking me over to the house, his arm round my waist. They had warm towels waiting for us, Grandad dried himself, but Mark, Uncle Robert, and Mom insisted on drying me, mainly because they hadn’t removed the ropes from my titties yet, and I wriggled all over as they rubbed the tender globes. When I was finally untied, it was agony as the blood rushed back into my breasts, and Master Mark helped Uncle Robert to massage the feeling back into them, till I nearly pee’d myself.

I went over and gave Grandad the biggest hug ever, for allowing me to be a part of his fantasy, and he hugged me back, thanking me for being such a wonderful sport, and making my part so realistic. It was everything he’d ever imagined it would be, and the memory would be treasured for ever.

What more could any girl want?






Tree Lighting Ceremony

On Saturday evening, we had planned to go to Celebration Town Centre where they were holding the 15th Annual Now Snowing event, with a Tree Lighting Ceremony at 5:30, including live music, and a special entrance by Santa Claus himself. I know we’re all too old for Santa, but I’ve managed to sit on his lap a couple of years, especially when it’s quiet, in between crowds, and he’s always so accommodating. Although he never calls in on Christmas Eve for a cuddle, even though he does leave some wonderful presents.

We walked down to the town centre, which isn’t all that far, and I had Uncle Robert and Grandad on each arm, while Mom strolled along with her Master, and she was so happy just to be at his side, just as I was with my escorts. Sunset was at 5:30, so we stopped by one of the lakes to watch the show, sitting on a bench seat, and stayed for a while chatting, then moved on. We arrived just before 7pm, and were stood by a store front, listening to some strolling Charles Dickens Carolers, when the snowfall started, and everywhere just looked so beautiful, like a traditional Christmas card. It wasn’t real snow, though, not like Grandad gets in New Jersey, there were dozens of snow machines on the rooftops, but as with lots of seasonal things, I just ignore the practicalities, and focus on the atmosphere. I may be 24 years old, but I still love to spin round like a 10 year old when it’s snowing like this, and Uncle Robert spun with me as well.

There were lots of events in town, as well as the Carolers, community performers doing circus tricks, dancing, and tumbling, photos with Santa, and a horse drawn carriage ride that we all went on, getting back just in time for the tree lighting. It was quite big tree, and looked fantastic when they threw the switch to light it up, followed by a lovely fireworks display.

When the main show was over, we went to the ice rink, a huge synthetic one, open every day from 4:00-10:00 PM, right through to January 3rd, and we had some Celebration Resident Skate Passes, so we got in for free. We had a gentle skate round for half an hour, swapping partners every circuit, so that everyone got to skate with each other, then Grandad sat out while Master Mark took us round for ‘Show Time’. Mark went with Mom first, while Uncle Robert took me, and we had to skate one full circuit with our panties on show, where the guys bunched up the back of our skirt and held it up as we went round. Grandad was judge, and we had to skate till he gave us the thumbs up, so I ended doing two circuits, while Mom had to do three. Personally, I think it was fixed, because my butt was freezing all the time, so there was no way it had been covered up, and Mom was in front of me, and I could see her panties every step of the way. Not that I’m complaining, I love showing off my undies in public, and a couple of times, Uncle Robert even managed to slip his fingers down the back of my panties as well.

We stopped at the rail, in front of Grandad, for Mark to explain the next part, but first, the guys stood behind us as we leaned over, and tucked the sides of our skirts into the waistband, then moved beside us, so Mom and I now had one leg bare to the hip, and one pantie covered bum cheek on display. While Master Mark outlined the rules, Grandad gave us a commentary on the number of people who were checking out our exposed bottoms. When we reached twenty, we were allowed to straighten our clothes, then we exchanged partners for the next skate, where we girls had to fall over at all four sides of the rink, near the middle for maximum exposure. Our partners would hold us up so we didn’t fall too hard, but we had to end up on the ice, once on our bottom, once on our back, and once completely face down. There was no special order required, but Grandad was going to keep count, and we had to execute all three falls at every station, that was twelve times we’d be down on the ice.

Master Mark took my hand and lead me onto the ice, taking us to the opposite side of the rink, holding me as I did crossover steps, then he gave me a cue, and braked, while my feet shot forward, and I sat on the ice. We were still sliding, my skirt trailing behind me, pantie covered bottom on the ice itself, but the blade cuts in the surface were dragging them clear of my cheeks, as well as cutting the gusset deep into my slit. Mark gave a little push instead of stopping, and steered me into a small puddle left over from the earlier rain. Mark whispered, “Knees apart.” as he slipped his hands under my armpits, and I let them fall open, showing all of my crotch as he tried to lift me, dropping me back in the cold puddle a couple of times. Eventually he got me on my blades again, as Mom and Uncle Robert skated past, laughing at us, then Mom fell a bit further along, her feet going wide apart as her skirt pulled back, just like mine had.

Instead of picking her up, Uncle Robert swung in front her, took her hands, and pulled, which of course just pulled her bottom along the ice, her skirt dragging in the puddles that her pussy had just been through. When we got over to them, laughing just as much as they had, Mom was stood up, complaining about how cold and wet she was. Mark asked her to show him, so she turned to display the huge wet patch on the back of her skirt, then on command, lifted the skirt hem to show her wet bottom, and the bikini panties that had turned into a thong, just like me. Mark then made me display my skirt and panties, and my now bare bottom, which he said was turning a nice shade of pink from the ice burn.

It took a while to get all the falls in, and some of them were quite spectacular, like the one Mom did on her front, except Uncle Robert caught the back of her skate and pulled her feet first, which pulled her skirt right up to display the whole of her bottom. It also pulled her top up, dragged her bra covered tits along the ice, then her bra cups slipped up ,and the underside of her breast slid across the cold, rough surface. In the end, Mom won on bonus points for that fall, but there wasn’t much in it, and we were all laughing most of the time, even though Mom and I were wet through, freezing, and had sore spots all over. After a nice hot chocolate in the coffee shop, we walked home, arm in arm, and as we passed a conservation area, between housing blocks, Mark said we needed warming up, so dragged us into the bushes.

He instructed us to bend over, then he and Uncle Robert lifted our skirts, pulled our panties down, and began to finger our cold, wet pussies. I told him it was just like hanging out with the kids after school, and I felt like a teenager again, hiding in the bushes, which earned me a spanking for letting boys finger me like this in public. Grandad suggested my girlfriend probably need a spanking as well, so Mom’s bottom got whacked like mine for a bit, then she said her bottom was warm, but her boobs were still cold. Master Mark made her stand and lift her top and bra, then slapped her exposed breasts from side to side, complementing her on how beautifully the jiggled and swung. Meanwhile, Grandad had made me tuck my back in, so that my bald cunny thrust out between my thighs, then he slapped my lips, working over my mound, and right down to my anal ring. I was soon toasty warm down there, then red hot, and finally seriously stinging, at which point we were ordered to swap positions, Mom getting a pussy spanking from Grandad, while Master Mark held my arms behind me for Uncle Robert to give my bared breasts a slapping.

When we came out of the bushes, there was no-one on the street, so Master Mark made us walk with our tops lifted up, displaying our red titties, our skirts rolled up round our waist, and panties stretched across the top of our thighs. There was only one car went by, but Mark and Robert stood behind us so the driver couldn’t see we were half naked, and the lighting was low enough that he wouldn’t see much in his rear view mirror. We managed to walk all the way home like this, and the guys were constantly feeling us up, trying to make us cum in public.




When we got inside, Mark had Mom and I shower each other in her bathroom, with all of them supervising, making sure we were thoroughly cleaned in every crease and hole, even making us use Mom’s enema seat, to flush our bottoms properly. The men dried us personally, then watched as we moisturised and fragranced each other, before moving to the main bedroom for the Sanctification ceremony, were they stripped naked as well, erections at full mast.

Mom made her request first, Master Mark calling her over to take his lovely prick down her throat according to the ritual, then offer her thanks, and return to stand beside me. I was expecting to be next, but our Master nodded to Mom again, so she requested that her Sir sanctify her pussy, being directed to squat on Grandad’s cock as he sat in a chair. She was instructed to remain impaled while she thanked her Master, who then stepped  to Grandad’s side and guided Mom’s mouth to his prick a second time, where they both slid their full lengths into her body seven times, before she returned to my side.

Once again Master Mark nodded to Mom, so she offered her bottom to her Master, that he may sanctify her rear passage, for which she had to bend in front of her brother, Uncle Robert, and slide her anal ring over his rampant cock. Again, she stayed in place to voice her appreciation, then she was straightened up, with Uncle Robert’s cock still embedded, and walked astride her Dad, slowly lowering her pussy on his cock as well, for a double penetration. Her Master stepped forward again, and I watched Mom’s obvious pleasure as she took a third prick deep into her now trembling body. Sir leaned forward to whisper in her ear, then three pricks drove into her as one. On the seventh stroke, those three wonderful men held themselves fully inserted, while Mom shuddered in orgasm, her Master’s hands playing with her solid nipples to keep her cumming.

When she came to stand next to me again, she was still trembling, her hips thrusting in aftershocks, and I knew I was soon to be treated to that same intense thrill.

There was a slight change for me, in that it was Grandad who sanctified my mouth, Uncle Robert sanctified my pussy, and my wonderful Master Mark who’s gorgeous prick sanctified my bottom with his gift of triple penetration. The final orgasm was delayed though, as Mom was instructed to attach clamps to my nipples, secured to the chair Uncle Robert sat in, after I had slid down his hard shaft, feeling it squeeze the back wall of my tunnel against my Master’s prick embedded in my butt. Taking my weight to lift off Mark and Robert’s shafts, I followed Mom’s guide as she offered my mouth to her Dad, then all three entered me at once, and I shuddered with the passion rising in my whole body. I was held there for a few moments, then Mom eased my head back, which now pulled at my clamped titties as well, stretching them, the clover mechanism squeezing my teats harder, as three pricks withdrew, then pushed back inside again. I was ready to cum on that second stroke, but my Sir told me to hold on, so I obediently reigned in my excitement, holding back the rising tide of orgasm through each deep penetration by these wonderful men. At the seventh insertion I was given my Master’s permission to take my pleasure, just as they began to sink deeper and deeper, so with all those hard male shafts fully inside me, I abandoned myself to the fireworks exploding inside my body and my mind. Despite the overwhelming sensations racing through every inch of me, I could still feel the pulses of each cock as it pumped its hot spunk into one of my three stuffed holes, and the little thrusts as my lovers drove in just that extra bit.

Once more I gave in to floods of tears just thinking about my Master going to such lengths for Mom and I, to arrange for a service that already meant so much to us, to be enhanced to these levels, tying even stronger the bonds of love we have built during these recent years.

Since this was to be the last night we’d all be together, Mark had made the sleeping arrangements so Mom was in her own bedroom with her Dad, I was in my own bedroom with Uncle Robert, and Mark spent the night alone in the guest room, though he did come in and kiss us both goodnight.


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Thanksgiving 2013 - 4) Friday Winter in the Park

Friday - Winter in the Park

We all slept in late on Friday morning, I’d slipped back into bed with Uncle Robert just after sunrise, and he’d spooned against my back, half waking up, to cup my breast as we both drifted back to sleep. I roused about 10am, drifting gently back into the world to find Uncle Robert had turned me onto my back, and hooked my legs wide apart with his ankle, spreading my naked body for his pleasure, and mine. His hand was between my legs, a finger gently stroking my throbbing clit to the edge of orgasm, as he teased my right breast with lips, tongue, and teeth, nibbling and sucking deliciously. I moaned as I stroked the back of his head, murmuring a good morning to let him know I was awake, which signalled him to start rubbing my clit a little faster, with a bit more pressure, and to start biting my tittie harder. Uncle Robert likes tormenting my breasts, and when he has me this worked up, I love it just as much, the pain and pleasure easily pushing me over the top, to a wonderful climax, which he held me at for several minutes.

I was busy sucking Uncle Robert when Master Mark walked into my bedroom, carrying two cups of coffee for us, putting them down, then kneeling to caress my face, telling me to tilt my head further back. My Master fondled my breasts, telling me I was a good girl, as my uncle’s prick now slid full depth into my throat, his balls resting on my nose. Uncle Robert began thrusting slowly in and out with full, slow strokes, not even slowing the pace with which his mouth was sucking on my cunny as he expertly brought us both to a climax at the same moment. I now had two lovely men to cuddle me through the after tremors of orgasm, then escort me to the bathroom for a group shower that was as much about fondling wet bodies as it was about getting them clean.

We joined Mom and Grandad downstairs after a while, for a leisurely breakfast, before getting dressed to go to the Mall. It was absolute bedlam in the stores, far too crowded to enjoy shopping, everything messed up on the rails, and massive queues for the fitting rooms.  The only highlight, was that Mark took us over to a rack of summer tops, and instructed us to try a couple on, saying he and Grandad would hold our coats, then he asked for our blouses, so Mom and I stood in our bras, trying on clothes. We even had to try a couple of skirts as well, ending up with just bra and panties when a sales assistant came over and asked us to use the fitting rooms instead, at which point we left the store and gave up on shopping.


We headed up the I-4 to Winter Park, stopping off at Subway for Soup and a Sub, then going on to West Meadow in Central Park, where the city’s annual holiday ice skating rink is set up for “Winter in the Park. They had started two weeks before, but we always left it to be part of the Thanksgiving celebrations, and since it was on till after New Year, we usually fitted in a couple more trips before it closed down. It’s only 30 miles from home, so it was easy to get to, about 40 minutes if you miss the rush hour traffic.

We all got skates from the hire desk, even Grandad who’s quite a good skater for his age, though not as fast as we younger ones, and we had a magnificent couple of hours on the ice. I got to skate with everyone, and Mark even paired me on the speed skate session, although we came seventh out of twelve pairs, but it was totally thrilling. We stopped for a hot cup of Gingerbread Chocolate, then watched some of the kids skating, admiring their skill at the really complex routines they were doing so effortlessly.


Dinner in the evening

By this time it was early evening, and we weren’t far from The Coq Au Vin, a wonderful little French restaurant, where we had enjoyed a most delicious meal on my birthday last year, so Mark suggested we drop by on our way home. Everyone agreed, so we strolled back to the car and made our way there, Mom and I saying we were looking forward to enjoying some Coq, which made us all laugh, and earned both of us a swat across the butt from our Master.

When we walked in the atmosphere in the restaurant was just as  magical as I remembered, nice seductive dim lighting with time-honoured French music playing in the background, but still quiet, with a very homely feel to it. Most of the diners seemed to be friendly local people, which added to the general ambience, unlike the more touristy places, and in all we had a wonderful evening.

Although we’d eaten light all day, we were still feeling the effects of our overindulgence yesterday, so we chose from the menu of lighter meals, with smaller servings, which is another thing I like about this restaurant.  We had succulent Beef tenderloin, topped with a Bleu Cheese crust, in a port wine mushroom sauce, served with seasonal vegetables and potatoes.  It taste so good!

For dessert, we went for the souffles.  We ordered the Grand Marnier souffle for the guys, and the Crepe Suzette for Mom and I, and received a complimentary Caramel Souffle!  The souffles here are incredible...its so light and rich, so they were definitely worth ordering!



After we’d enjoyed our meal, we went on the small dance floor for several quiet, smoochy dances, as well as some pieces that were suitable for a slow Latin dance, Mark taking the opportunity to make me Shine and Spin, as he had last year. Quite a few times my skirt lifted high, considering it wasn’t a proper dance outfit, or I managed to flick the hem right up, so my panties were exposed, and performed a sashay back to Mark with my hem held high enough that he said he could see the satin bow on my waistband.

I was so excited to be displayed like this as I danced with my wonderful Master, that I could feel my pussy lips sliding from the juice in my slit. I had a couple of dances with Uncle Robert as well, who loved to spin me round him, and dip me while he slid his hand up my leg, taking my skirt with it, at one point even getting his fingers onto the damp crotch of my panties.

We walked back to the table, and Grandad said there were several of the other diners watching me when my undies were on show, some of them even nudged their partners to point out some of my faster spins. Grandad doesn’t do Latin, but he’s a good traditional dancer, and enjoyed taking the floor with me, especially when he got his finger pressed against the side of my breasts.

Once again it had been a fantastic time, and a lovely end to the days events.

When we arrived home, Mark had Mom and I stand in front of them to undress for Sanctification in front of everyone again, and it crossed my mind that he had something in store, but I couldn’t dream how he could make this ceremony any better than it had been these last two nights. For our unique ceremony tonight, we were to remain on our knees, while our sanctification was brought to us, and Mom was instructed to start her request.

Grandad stepped forward, and presented his prick to Mom’s lips, whereon she took him lovingly into her mouth, then her throat, till her nose rested against his pubic mound, holding position for the required seven seconds, before drawing back and thanking him. My own petition was next, then my Grandad stepped before me, his cock head against my lips, but his hand at the side of my face, so I was stopped from moving forward. As I looked across, Uncle Robert went over to Mom, and took up an identical position by his sister, cock to lips, and at a nod from my Sir, they both eased forward to signal us to continue. My heart swelled as I took Grandad into my mouth, trying to provide him the most reverent penetration I could, in full synchronisation with my Mom.

Then when Mom took her Master’s prick, I took my Uncle’s. Next Mom took her Dad’s shaft inside her smooth shaven pussy, while my Sir cleansed my mouth for the third time, and all of our loving family then shared in making us sanctified threefold. I ended in tears just thinking how much my Sir cared for Mom and I, to arrange this exquisite change to our service, which now tied us more firmly together, in bonds of love.

It seemed impossible that I could be any more content, but then the sleeping arrangements meant that I got to spend the whole night with Mark in the guest room, and we talked for a couple of hours before I fell asleep on his chest, while he stroked my hair. Mom joined Robert in my room, and they went off holding hands, her head resting on his shoulder. Grandad was all on his own in the main bedroom, but Master Mark instructed me to go and suck him off to a climax, if he wanted, which I did with the utmost tenderness, then returned to my Sir’s bed.


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