Thanksgiving 2013 - 3) Thursday Meal

Thursday Meal

Cooking

We started the preparations right after breakfast, and since it was Thursday it was also Bare Pussy day, which was extended for the occasion last year at Mark’s into no undies at all, just frilly apron and hat, suspender belt, stockings, and high heels. Mom had bought a pair of French Maid outfits for us as soon as we got home last year, and we often wore them when doing the chores, just to brighten things up. It’s surprising how much fun housework can be with a feather duster, and some penalty points allocated.

Everyone helped with the preparations again, which was a good thing, considering the distractions we had, as usual the vegetables were mostly phallic, carrots glazed with maple syrup, and just a hint of girl juice, roasted parsnips pre-warmed in wet pussy, The butternut squash was somewhat of a challenge, but Mark showed us how to slice it vertically so it pressed against the G-spot when inserted into my pussy. Walking round the kitchen with that one soaking inside me and Mom had us on our knees at one point, trying desperately not to cum.

Sweet potatoes cut lengthways, with the edges trimmed off, each vegetable being marinated in girl juice while the next on was cut up, the guys eagerly filling our waiting holes. The Brussels sprouts had a different preparation technique, where they were inserted to maximum capacity, or stuffed would be the colloquial term, Mom taking 18, while I managed only 15, before they started dropping out. They were eventually served with rice and pecans.

The final item was green beans with tarragon, again Mom and I were stretched as more and more of them were squeezed inside, and Master Mark kept back two slender beans, which he then carefully slipped into each of our pee holes, holding it in place by clipping the protruding end to our inner labia. These were left in place while we made the chestnut and mushroom stuffing, half of which went into the turkey, the other half into me and Mom, each additional spoon full being rammed in deeper till I thought I’d burst. To keep it in place, Garandad fastened our outer labia closed with a bulldog clip, and we had to hold it for half an hour, which was agony for us both, but at last it was scooped out and put in the oven.

Dessert was Fruit and Almond Country-Style Tart, with fresh peaches, raspberries, apricots, and almonds, all tucked into tender almond pastry with a lattice-top crust. It’s one of Mom’s recipes, which gives a refreshing, fruit-filled tart in place of the usual Thanksgiving pumpkin pie, served warm with fresh cream; it’s a delicious end to the meal.

Afternoon meal

We got it all on the table by 2:30, everyone showered and changed into smart casual clothes, sitting round the dining table, with both leaves pulled out to give us enough room to eat in comfort. Mark said grace, and Grandad carved the turkey, then we all filled our plates to enjoy the benefits of all our earlier hard work. It was a wonderful, leisurely meal, small amounts of good food, in between friendly conversation, heated serving trays keeping the food warm so that we could take our time, and go back for more whenever we wanted.

We had a short break before dessert, which helped the main course digest a little, and we each told an account of the most memorable event in our lives, and another of the most embarrassing event we would like to forget. Of course, this latter one was a non sequitur, since having to recount the event made sure it couldn’t be forgotten, as not only did the teller have to recall it, but now everyone else also knew what it was. It worked well in the end, since we were all close family, even Mark, as Grandad reminded him, and we cared deeply about each other’s welfare, so even awkward matters could be discussed, and often put into a perspective that wasn’t so bad after all.

Following dessert, which was totally delicious in everyone’s opinion, we presented the things we were each thankful for on this special occasion. I always love this aspect of the celebration because it makes the whole event important, not just an excuse to party, and eat too much. Not only does it make me review just how fortunate I am to be in good health, employed in a job I truly love, living in a beautiful part of the world, and today, surrounded by people that I love and respect, but I also learn what is important to those I love with all my heart. All of this draws us closer together, and helps us to appreciate one another better.

 We moved into the living room next, sprawling out on the comfy sofa and chairs, I made us all some coffee, while Mom put out a plate of homemade biscuits, and the conversation went onto general topics of whatever popped into someone’s mind. 

High school cropped up from somewhere, and Uncle Robert went on about how clever I’d been at that age, then how cute I looked in uniform, a sexy little minx as well, so Mark suggested I dress up for them. When I came down, there were wolf whistles, and rude comments, then I was summoned for a uniform inspection.

Standing in front of Uncle Robert, I lifted my skirt, and of course I was not wearing regulation knickers, since it was Bare Pussy day, I wasn’t wearing any panties at all, just a smoothly shaved pussy, with a pouty slit. I was pulled over Uncle Robert’s knee for a hand spanking, not hard, just enough to warm my bottom, and my cunny, then I was cuddled better as usual.

As time went on, Mom lost her blouse, and Grandad bound her titties with soft rope, the globes bulging round the strands, and her nipples providing a delicious target for sucking by all of us. It wasn’t too much of a distraction though, as we continued to chat till the early hours, with lots of bondage play, spanking with every implement we had in the house, and of course multiple cums all round. Mom and I were pumped full, then licked each other clean while the guys watched eagerly, waiting their turn to have us suck their cocks empty once more.

As the festivities wound down it was time for our Sanctification. Mark said that yesterday we had each been sanctified by a member of our own family, as an extended privilege of our service to our Master, and our Sanctification would grow again. Mom and I knelt in submission, then, in turn, we asked to be cleansed and walked on our knees over to where Master Mark sat, bending to take his cock all the way down our throat.

To cleanse our pussy, we straddled Grandad, sinking our hairless cunny down his erect prick, and thanking him for his kindness. For our asshole, it was Uncle Robert’s honour to sink his throbbing cock through our tight anal ring, and deep into our clasping rectum. We had now been sanctified by all three of our lovely men, one in each hole, and once more our loving Master has made this very special part of our service to him even more exceptional.

Eventually we went up to bed, Mom going in the main bedroom with Grandad, and I was sent to my room with Uncle Robert, while Mark slept in the guest room on his own, though we did meet at the bathroom, just before dawn. Taking my hand, Master Mark took me downstairs, and out by the pool to lift my leg and pee on the fence, just like a dog, which I found extremely erotic. He made me stop several times, move to another post, and pee again, till I was completely empty, then he fucked me from behind, driving slowly, deep inside me. He’d positioned me next to the flower border, facing inwards, and as he fucked, he pushed me forward, onto the soil, with my titties dangling into one of the shrubs so that the twigs were scratching my nipples and the end of my breasts. Gradually, he walked me further in, the bush moving down my tummy, scratching all the way down to my pussy, and I knew his balls were also swinging back and forth in the plant. My breast were now rubbing against another shrub, and as my climax started to wash through me, he pressed my shoulders down gently, and I obediently lowered my tits till they rubbed harder, and the growing pain brought me over the top as he pumped my pussy full of my Master’s hot spunk.

We showered outside, the chill night air raising goose bumps, then Mark laid out on a lounger, sat me on his prick, and we cuddled while watching the sunrise together. I told him about asking Grandad if he wanted something special the previous night, his reticence to reply, and my promise to ask my Sir to arrange it for him. I was sure there was something he wanted to do with me, or to me, but his sense of propriety was holding him back. Master Mark lovingly kissed my cheek, then said he would try and draw Grandad out, and calm any concerns he might have about enjoying his beautiful granddaughter.

:-)

Cakes At Work

It was quite distracting at work with no panties on, more so than a usual BP day, since it was my birthday, and lots more people than usual found reason to talk to me. It seemed the whole office knew it was my 21st, and everywhere I went people wished me Happy Birthday, then came over to give me a kiss, which was really nice as I’m quite a tactile person. What I began to notice was the number of people who placed their hand on my waist for support when they leaned in to kiss my cheek, and I could feel their fingers along the edge of my garter belt, through my thin dress. Several of them slid their hands round a little further during the kiss, almost following the line of lace down my bottom a little way, then just the faintest hint of a squeeze as they stood up afterward. A few others placed their hand on my waist, or a little higher if I reached up to place my hand on their shoulder in response. It was almost, but not quite, an embrace, but still remained quite formal for an office of our standing. However, my fertile young imagination was making much more of each tiny contact, and soon the tingle grew between my thighs, and my pussy lips grew slick with moisture.


After the lunchbreak, one of the partners brought in cream cakes, which is a birthday custom at our office, and they were stacked on one of my side tables, whereas the usual research files had all been relegated to the floor. As my colleagues came along for pastries, they often stood next to my desk, where my purse was sitting on the corner, displaying my new panties that Mom had removed this morning before we left. This wasn’t the first time I’d carried my underwear in my purse, and it had always made me nervous in case one of the senior staff passed comment on it, but this time Mom arranged them with the embroidered butterfly on top, surrounded by lace trim. They looked a bit like a ladies handkerchief at first glance, but if you examined more closely there was an obvious line of gathered elastic edging, that looked unmistakably like a pantie band. Of course, I couldn’t re-arrange them to be more discreet, as this would be strictly against the rules that Mom and I play by in this situation. I’d made a mistake this morning, forgetting the BP day, and this was part of my punishment, to be on display to anyone who was observant enough, and I would have to report back what happened, to Mom this evening. While it was very unsettling waiting for someone to ask what my panties were doing on top of my purse, I really did like to observe people’s reactions to this type of situation. Part of these games that Mom has taught me to play, is to be casually observant, so that no-one suspects they are being watched, which allows them to react naturally. To be honest, the vast majority of people are oblivious to what happens around them, but I love to notice their unconcious habits, such as tracing outlines, doodling, or setting things in order, all without their knowledge. Usually this happens while they are distracted by conversation, and several people would just be chatting while they ate their cake, but their hands had a mind of their own. One lady had placed her napkin down on top of my purse, and she kept picking it up with her hand underneath it, the backs of her fingers rubbing against my panties. One of the young finance guys, a bit later on, was stood talking to me when I noticed him turning my purse round with his index finger, quite absently, not a thought about what he was doing, and as I kept the conversation going he traced the lines of stitches up the sides. Eventually he reached the top, and now his finger followed the shape of the butterfly, tracing each line, until he followed the tail that would have been pointing down the centre of bottom had I been wearing them. The thought of him doing this while I laid half naked across my desk, him not seeing me as he discussed some complex costing problem with a senior partner, had my cunny twitching deep inside, until I had to distract him, just to break my concentration. I excused myself to visit the restroom, walking down the corridor with him till I reached the ladies room, then having to hang my dress on the back of the door while I stroked my pussy to a satisfying orgasm. That, in itself was another gift, and from two people who never even knew how much they turned me on.

21st Birthday

July 1st 2010 - Today is my 21st birthday, and rather than feeling old, which is what I was expecting for the last few months, I'm actually quite pleased.


Now I'm officially an adult, able to go into a bar and sit there drinking till I fall off my chair. Yippee!!

I can now go to a casino to gamble, and lose all my money, or buy a gun and shoot someone. What a complete waste of potential!


What pleases me most of all is that I can choose not to do any of those things, but rather, to act in a mature and responsible manner, showing everyone that I am no longer a child.



When I went into the kitchen for breakfast, Mom was already there, preparing it for me, with the table covered in cards and gifts. Well, not covered exactly, but there were enough to show that people cared sufficiently to remember who I was.

Both of us were dressed in our usual see through robe, nearly enough to modestly conceal the naked body that we preferred to sleep in, and I went over to give Mom a kiss and a hug. She wished me a happy birthday, then suggested I open my cards, and some of my presents, before we both had to get ready for work. I really wished I’d taken the day off today to relax and enjoy myself, but there was a lot to do at the office, and it would soon be the holiday weekend. Mom’s card was gorgeous, as always, expressing the love and pride she felt towards me, and I was pleased to have made her happy by what I do. Of course I had to go over and give her another kiss to say thank you, and an even bigger hug, which lingered for a while as she stroked my hair, then our hands strayed to other interesting places. But I soon had to pull away, reluctantly, because I’d never finish opening all my cards at this rate. The next card I picked from the pile was from Grandad, which was really cute, with a nice verse, a message to let me know he was proud with how I’d turned out, and how much he loved his favorite grandaughter. The p.s. reminded me that even though I was 21, I wasn’t too big to be spanked, which he’d reminded me of every year since I could remember. It was also true, since, whenever we met, I always managed to get my bottom warmed for one reason or another, some of which were quite abitrary, but I loved him anyway. Since I could easily recognise all my family’s handwriting, the next card I picked was from Uncle Robert, and as usual for him it was a funny one, and made me laugh, Mom as well when I showed it to her. Not only did Uncle Robert always choose funny cards, he always managed to find ones that were rude as well. This one had a young lady going into an adult store to ask for a birthday present, wearing only a pair of high heels, and an unbuttoned shirt. A notice on the wall said “Shirt and shoes must be worn”. I don’t know where he gets them from, but I think they’re wonderful. Mind you, I must admit that I never used to take them to school with my other cards if we had a show and tell day.

I finally got through all the cards, while eating my breakfast at the same time, and then opened my present from Mom, which was an absolutely gorgeous silk lingerie set in pale blue. The bra was half cup, so wouldn’t cover my nipples, and was trimmed with white and blue lace, the garter belt was about four inches deep, and the panties were a thong, with a small butterfly motif at the front, and a large butterfly embroidered into the vee at the back. I loved them right away, Mom knows what I like and had chosen just the right style for me. I slipped off my robe and tried them on straight away before anything else, that is after Mom threw me a warm washcloth to wipe my smooth pussy clean, so I didn’t soil the panties. The bra fitted perfectly, supporting my breasts so that the nipples were exposed, but framed by the lace trim, and the garter belt wrapped comfortably round my waist, on the second hook, the straps hanging down to the tops of my thighs. It was as if I’d been measured for them. I fetched a pair of of my best black stockings from my bedroom, rolling them up my legs to fasten the four tabs onto the lace top band, pulling them tight. I love the feeling of soft stockings stretched against my calves and thighs, the pull of the suspender belt against my hips, and the top of my butt. Slowly and carefully, I eased the silk thong up my legs, turning so Mom could see my cute bottom when I bent over, then my front as I stood up, and finally my shaven mound as the delicate silk slid upwards to hide it from view. I went and checked how I looked in the mirror, and the outfit was truely lovely, and so soft as it carresed my skin the wal that silk does. Mom stood behind me looking over my shoulder, then slipped her hands along my bra strap, slipping her finger underneath to make sure it wasn’t too tight. When she reached the front, her finger tips were just inside the cups brushing the sensitive underside of my breasts, making me breathe in sharply, a small tremor course along my skin. Looking into my eyes in the mirror, Mom smiled as her hands cupped my covered titties, her thumbs grazing the top of my nipples as I leaned back into her embrace. Slowly her hands trailed across my chest and tummy, finding the garter belt

Grandad’s present was the next one I opened, after feeling the box through the giftwrap, shaking it to see if it rattled, and sniffing to see if it was perfume, or soap (yuck!), finally having to actually open it. Inside was a dark blue box, inscribed LOTR, and my heart leaped as I remembered talking to him about the characters I particularly liked in this series of films. Lifting the lid slowly, peeling back the top layer of packing, I held my breath as I gazed upon Arwen’s Evenstar pendant, the necklace she wore in Lord of the Rings, and gave to Aragon to signify her eternal love. It was even more beautiful than I’d seen on the web, glinting in the rays of light coming through the window like a bright magical star. I asked Mom to put it round my neck, then danced into the hallway so I could admire it in the long mirror, turning and twirling on my foot to make it sparkle even more, as Mom laughed at my obvious pleasure in Grandad’s gift.

Uncle Robert had wrapped his present in gorgeous gold paper, tied with silk ribbons, and it smelled of roses. There were about three layers before I came to an elegant black leather clutch purse with a crystal clasp, and then three more layers to find a beautiful gold silk pashmina evening wrap that's so soft I could snuggle right into it. I draped it round my shoulders, checking how it looked in the mirror, and while it didn't exactly go with pale blue underwear, it would look absolutely wonderful when we went out to dinner tonight.


Time was running out now, so I would have to leave the rest of my presents till after work, so I gave Mom another hug, and went off to shower and dress, hanging my wrap over my bedroom chair, and laying my purse and necklace on my dressing table. My underwear I laid on the bed, intending to wear it work, probably with a beautiful, pale yellow, fine cotton sundress, and my lemon heels.

I was just washing my hair when Mom joined me in the shower, helping me rinse all of the soap out as I tipped my head backwards, then I returned the favor and washed her hair. It's so much nicer when someone else washes your hair, so sensual. We soaped each other up, then washed all the soft, interesting girly places, stroking and delving into crevices and holes, as I tried to make Mom climax before I did. Of course, I lost, Mom's so much better at this than I am, and as I sank to my knees in front of her, I clutched her hairless pussy with my hand, hooking one finger behind her clit, and stretching it upward. This always gets her off, especially when I dig my nail in, and she was only seconds behind me, cumming with powerfull spasms, as she too gave way and collapsed on top of me. After a few kisses, Mom turned me over, swatted my butt, then pulled me to my feet so we had time to rinse off, and get dried. If we didn't get a move on we'd both be late for work, which meant a quick hair brush, basic makeup, and speed dressing. I was the first one into the hallway, with bag and car keys ready, but when we did the dress check to make sure we were both in order, Mom lifted her skirt to display her naked pussy.

"Oh shit!", I said, clasped my hand over my mouth, then apologised for swearing. I'd forgotten it was BP Thursday, Bare Pussy Day, and I had my panties on, ready to go out to work, so I was now in trouble.

"Don't worry, darling," Mom reasured me, with a smile on her face, "we can settle this matter tomorrow, since it's your birthday today."

I quickly reached under my dress, pulled my panties down and off, then handed them to Mom, who reached over and placed them on display in the top of my bag, which meant I'd have to carry them round like that all day long.