Dining out

My 23rd Birthday - Dining out

After we’d all cleaned up and dressed for dinner, Mark took us out to a wonderful French restaurant, half an hour up the I4, about 20 miles away, and we enjoyed the most delicious meal. We had Duck, cooked in two different ways, with the leg having a subtly different taste to the breast, but they complimented each other beautifully. Dessert was a warm French style Bread Pudding, with fresh berries, chocolate, and Cherry Vanilla ice cream.

The atmosphere in the restaurant was truly magical, nice seductive dim lighting with traditional French music playing in the background, but still quiet, with a very homely feel to it. It wasn’t a touristy place either, and the diners seemed to be friendly local people, which added to the general ambience, and in all we had a marvellous evening.

I wore my new red dress, and as Master Mark had specified earlier in the day, I was only allowed to wear my Ruby body jewellery underneath it, nipple, navel, and clit barbells, and my butt plug as well. The cab ride over there was awesome, way beyond what I’d expected, as every bump in the road bounced my bottom on the plug, and Mark kept cuddling me closer so that I had to lean over and twist the shaft inside me. Several time during the meal he would ask me to pass something to one of the others, so I had to reach over, lifting my bottom from the chair, then sit down again on my jewelled plug. Whenever I looked down I could see my nipple bars showing through my dress, and because Mark was seated next to me, he would put his hand on my waist, grip the material, then make me reach for something, so that I leaned forward and he pulled down. Half a dozen times my bodice slipped far enough to bare my nipple, complete with its piercing, and he’d told me to pay no attention to it until he gave me permission to straighten it up.

After we’d eaten, we took a few turns on the small dance floor, where several pieces of music were suitable for slow Latin dances, and Mark was excellent at making me Shine and Spin. Quite a few times my skirt lifted really high, or I managed to flick the hem right up, so my bottom and pussy were exposed, and I executed a sashay back to Mark with my hem held high enough that he said he could see my pubic line. I was so thrilled to be shown off like this as I danced with my lovely Master, that I could feel the juice sliding along my thighs. I had a few dances with Uncle Robert, who delighted in spinning me round him, and dipping while he slid his hand up my leg, taking my skirt with it.

When we were back at the table, everyone said there were a few times during my dances when the marks from my spanking were visible as well, and they could see several of the other diners watching me. Some of them were even nudged by their partners to point out some of my higher spins. In all it was a wonderful time, and a lovely addition to my birthday celebrations.

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Picnic In The Park

My 23rd Birthday - Picnic In The Park

At lunchtime, Mom threw some things in a basket, and we all walked to the nearby park for a picnic. It was lovely to be surrounded by all the people I care so much about, and as a surprise, after we’d eaten, Master Mark handed Mom and myself a bikini each, telling us to get comfortable and enjoy the sunshine. We were in a fairly quiet corner, so we removed our tops and bras, quickly replacing them with a bikini top, then slipped our skirt and panties under our bottoms while we were still seated. Master Mark kept us like this, dressed in just a bikini top, for several minutes, making us spread our legs apart, and wriggle our bottoms, so that the long grass was worked into our slit and anal crease, tickling maddeningly. At last we were allowed to put our bikini bottoms on, covering our exposed charms, but I realised, when Uncle Robert mentioned it, that some of the welts from my spanking were quite visible outside of my bikini covering. Even though there was no-one nearby to see them, it was still a huge turn on to think that anyone passing would be able to see that I’d been spanked.

We had a wonderful afternoon, talking and relaxing, soaking up the sun, with every so often one of the guys leaning over to adjust our swimsuits, narrowing the cups so that more and more tittie was put on display, or rolling the edge of our bikini bottom down further and further. At one point I was laid on my back, with the whole of my pubic mound revealed, as far as the indent of my cunny slit. When I told Mark how hot it was making me to be exposed in public like this, they thought it was hilarious to slip an ice cube from the cooler box into my girl cleft, pressing it up against my clit till it melted completely.

After a nice relaxing couple of hours we packed up and walked home, Mom carrying the blanket over one arm, while she linked her other arm with Uncle Robert, who was carrying the picnic basket. I walked with Mark and Grandad, arm in arm with them both, chatting, and laughing about being displayed as I was in the park. When we got to one of the conservation areas, which had a lot of tree cover, and not many people about, Mark told me to keep walking, then reached across and pulled the tie side on my bikini bottom. I was told to keep my thighs together as the waistband released, letting my fall further open with each step, till it was hanging down from where it was trapped in my tight groove, my pussy and bottom fully displayed. Mom gave a little squeak as Uncle Robert did the same to her, so that we were both walking down the sidewalk nearly half naked. When a car turned into the street about 400 yards in front of us, heading our way, Mark stopped, then stood in front of me so I was shielded from the driver, and uncle Robert did the same with Mom. He couldn’t see that we had been undressed, unless he looked in his rear view mirror, where he’d have a good view of our bare butts. We continued walking till we neared the end of the green space, just before where the housing started, then stepped into a small clearing on Mark’s instruction, set back enough so we couldn’t be seen from any of the houses.

Master Mark knows how much Mom and I enjoy being naked outside, as he has found it necessary to discipline both of us on occasion for stripping off when we have been out running, because it’s dangerous. Now, however, he was there to look after us, so we were instructed to hand over our bikinis, leaving us both entirely naked, then stand with our hands on our heads, feet apart. After the guys had spent a few minutes admiring our exposed charms, we were allowed to put our skirt and top back on, though not our undies, then continue our walk the rest of the way home.

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23 Birthday Spanks

My 23rd Birthday - 23 Birthday Spanks

When we had all enjoyed another cup of coffee, Mark announced it was about time I had my Birthday Spanks, since he knew that it was a family custom, and he was very pleased that he now had the opportunity to join in. Last year there had been a bit of a problem, in that Uncle Robert had phoned up and wanted to give them to me as a present, but because I was in service to Master Mark, I’d asked him to contact Mark for permission first. As members of my family both Uncle Robert and Grandad had been allowed special sexual and spanking privileges as long as there was no conflict with my Master’s requirements, in which case I was to make them aware, and they would seek Mark’s advice. In view of the fact that we were now all together for my Birthday, it meant that there were four people who would normally give my spanks to me, but if they shared them out at six each, someone would be short changed and only get to give me five spanks. Mark said that he didn’t think that it was fair for someone to lose out just because my 23^rd birthday wasn’t an even number, so I would be given the whole 23 spanks as a full set.

After a short pause while we all looked round expectantly to see who would be assigned the honours this year, Mark dropped his bombshell. It was going to consist of a set of 23 spanks from each of them, so they would all get to spank me.

While they all smiled, I was desperately doing mental arithmetic, then wondering how I’d be able to endure 92 spanks without either screaming the house down, passing out, or peeing myself. I trusted my Master implicitly though, knowing that he would never allow me to be harmed, listening as he went on to explain to the others that the spanks would have to be toned down, and he would control the timing. I was made to undress completely, including my body jewellery, while my Mom fetched several punishment instruments, coming back with a wide paddle, a wooden spatula, a narrow pussy paddle, and a bamboo cane, which she laid out on the dining table. Mark explained that he wanted each person to use a different instrument to deliver six strokes to whichever part of my body they wanted, using no more than half the normal force for five of them. The last one they could deliver full speed if they wanted to, so as to inflict the regular level of discipline on my exposed flesh.

Grandad had the first turn, as they were going by seniority, and he chose the wide paddle to use on my bottom. Master Mark made me turn to face him, with my hands resting on his shoulders, and my butt sticking out, while he placed his hands against the side of my titties, with his thumbs stroking my nipples. Granddad gave me five swats quite lightly, just enough to sting and redden the flesh, but they had the effect he enjoyed most, in making my cheeks wobble, which he loved to see. The sixth one was harder, enough to make me wriggle as the heat really stepped up, then he gave me his usual after spanking fondle, squeezing and spreading my cheeks.

Uncle Robert was next, using the wooden spatula on my breasts, while Mark turned me round, intertwining his arms with mine to pull my shoulders back, and force my titties to really stick out. I got a spank on each upper slope, then an upward stroke on the underside of each globe, which was very sensitive. He then spent quite some time tapping each nipple lightly, saying he couldn’t decide which one was going to get the hard spank to finish, but the constant drumming was making my teats rock hard. Finally he delivered a swat to my left nipple, on the very tip, which in its erect state hurt much more that when he’d spanked the fleshy globes. The last hard one was given to my right nipple, forcing it back into my tittie as the impact spread across my tender aureole, then deep into my breast, through my tummy, and into my clit.

When it was Mom’s turn she chose the narrow pussy paddle, a flexible strip of leather fastened to a wooden handle, that she often used when I made my panties juicy. Mark had me stand on the sofa, lean over backwards with my bottom on the top of the back cushions, and my shoulders on his lap as he sat behind the sofa on a dining chair. As Mom stood against my hip, preparing to lay the paddle between my legs, I looked up into my Master’s eyes, and he held my gaze as two spanks came down on my labia. They were hot and stinging, but not overly painful, then two more spanks landed on my shaven mound, followed by one right down the middle of my girl cleft, so the tip curled into my dripping cunny hole. For Mom’s final hard spank, Mark told her to spread my lips open first, then the hard leather smacked against my erect clitoris as it peeped out of my folds. Despite the burning agony flushing through my entire vagina, I held my position, my courage rewarded by Master Mark’s proud smile as I stood my discipline.

Then Mark took his turn, selecting the cane, as it was the only instrument that hadn’t been used so far, instructing me to stand with my hands on my head, feet together, while he caned me twice across the back of my thighs, then across the fronts. The next cut was across my tummy, just above my navel, and the last one half way between my navel and my pubic crease, the tip of the cane reaching the tender spot near my hip.

While I’d taken 24 spanks so far, only four of them were hard enough to be painful, but the others made my flesh hot, and pushed my sexual excitement higher each time. Mom put on her Disney Mad Hatter’s voice, and said “Time for tea, change places.”, whereupon everyone moved round, picking a different discipline instrument, and I was given my second round of spanking.

I had to assume different positions for each spanking, and the light spanks were more painful this time, as my skin was already sensitive, and my cunny was twitching with every swat. When they changed over the third and fourth time, the sensations increased with each one, and I couldn’t help cumming after the third hard spank on my left nipple, and after the fourth hard spank with the cane on my spread cunny.

Finally it was over, and everyone kissed and hugged me, fondling my sore flesh as they did, particularly my nipples and throbbing clit. Master Mark praised my bravery in enduring what had been the biggest spanking I’d every had, and I was thrilled that he was so proud of me. Mom brought some cold cream over, and everyone helped to sooth my aching body, including a few places that hadn’t even been visited, as fingers probed deep into my pussy and ass.

When they’d all finished playing with me, I turned to face them, saying “Thank you Mom, Uncle Robert, Grandad, and Master Mark for loving me enough to care. I promise to be a good girl for the rest of the year, because I’m still not too big for a spanking.” I made the traditional response of our family, and could feel the bond with all of them as strong as ever.

We spent the rest of the morning round the pool, with myself having to remain naked so they could admire the marks of discipline on my body, and run their fingers along them whenever I walked by. There was also a lot of hugs, and cuddles on the guys laps, where I’d inevitably get fingered and stroked till I was near climax, then had to ask my Master for permission to cum, which he always granted, since this was one of my birthday treats.

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Presents For The Birthday Girl

My 23rd Birthday - Presents For The Birthday Girl

I opened the cards first, starting with Mom’s, then Grandad, Uncle Robert, and Mark, as I could identify everyone’s handwriting, and they were all lovely, which got me more kisses as I thanked each one. I had a couple from the neighbours we are close to, several from the boys and girls I dance with, and two really nice personal cards from senior partners at work.

I moved on to opening my presents next, starting with the smaller ones, the first of which was from Grandad, and revealed a small dark blue ring box, holding what I thought was a pair of silver earrings. When I looked closer I could see they were a heart shape made of silver wire, with two round balls in the middle, revealing them as body jewellery. Recognizing the centre bar was horizontal, I blushed when I realised Grandad had bought them to go through my pierced nipples, and this was the most intimate present he’d ever given me. I gave him a big hug, saying they were lovely, to which he responded, “Come on then, Princess, show us what they look like.”

Taking his hint, I slipped off my nightie, leaving me wearing only my panties, and carefully removed my gold rings, fitting the silver hearts through the piercings. It was a little difficult to get them in, as the wires were nearly twice as thick as I normally wear, but I managed to work them in, stretching the holes to accommodate my new jewellery. It was quite painful forcing them through, which brought my teats erect, adding to the difficulty as the holes were compressed, but it left them both tingling. I hadn’t realised how much I’d become used to the rings and bars I’d been wearing day to day, but now I was aware of the feeling in my nipples all the time.

I went and looked at them in the mirror, finding them just as beautiful as I’d thought they would be, then went round each person so they could examine them closely, and take time to twist them round, and pull them till my titties were cone shaped.

Going back to the table, I found another small present from my Uncle Robert, with a slightly larger red box,  that held another set of body jewellery, a flat enamelled front piece shaped as a Red Ribbon with white polka dots, the fastening a steel bar across the back. I removed my hearts, putting them carefully back in their box, and then fitted my new body jewellery, slipping my hard teat through a hole in the middle of the ribbon. The retaining bar had to be pushed through just as hard as the other set, but the removable end ball was more difficult to fit as it was placed behind the ribbon, making me stretch my nipple out to get my fingers round the back of it. Dashing over to the mirror again, I saw they looked really nice, not as delicate as the silver hearts, but much more blatant. I wouldn’t be able to wear them at work, but they’d look good under a top when I went dancing, especially without a bra.

The next present was from Mom, I could tell because she covers the gift wrap in heart stickers and kiss stickers, there was a velvet box, about the size of my hand, and when I opened it, inside was a lovely shiny Jewelled Butt Plug with changeable Ruby and Diamond stones. I’d come across these on the web quite often, telling Mom how hot they looked in the pictures, wedged up a girl’s bottom, and she’d got me one of my very own. I looked it over for ages, measuring its size in my hand, feeling the weight, which was quite heavy really, and examining the jewels. When I said it was bigger than I thought it would be, Mom told me to hand it to Master Mark, then took my hands and pulled me across the breakfast bar, saying we’d better check it out.

Granddad and Uncle Robert sat either side of my pantie covered bottom, but it was soon fully exposed as they pulled them down, and made me step out of them, then took a cheek each and spread me wide open. Mark took the tube of KY that Mom had thoughtfully put in the box, and I watched as he coated the tapered plug liberally to help it slide in, but it still looked like it wouldn’t fit. I couldn’t see when he went behind me, but I soon felt the slippery object rubbing along my bum crease, probing gently at my hole every so often, till he began to work the tip at my rosebud. He went very slowly, pulling back every time my cheeks clenched, then returning quickly.

“Gentlemen,” he said to Grandad and Uncle Robert, “I think the young lady needs a distraction, if you would be so kind.”

Uncle Robert began to play with the pendant in my clit piercing, stretching my hood downward, till it began to hurt, then pulling it up towards my tummy, which skinned it back from my clit, exposing the erect shaft to Grandad’s fingers as he stroked and pinched it. When my hips began squirm as the sensations built in my pussy, Mark put more pressure on the plug, pressing it deeper so the tapered end opened my muscle ring wider, then backing off. After several advances, Master Mark instructed me to push back against the next thrust, and then relax when ordered. Pushing back altered my perception of the pressure against my rear entrance, then at Mark’s signal relaxing the muscles allowed the tapered plug to sink all the way into my butt, with the narrow section pulling it in completely.

I was amazingly full inside my bottom, without my rosebud being stretched too much by the slightly smaller diameter that held it open, and I could actually feel the weight of it pressing against the back of my vagina inside because I was bent over. This was so different to just having a dildo up my ass, where I was stretched for the full length of the shaft, and the softer material provided a little bit of give when I squeezed on it. Mark gave me a few minutes to get used to the sensations, moving the plug about just a little bit, while Grandad and Uncle Robert continued to play with my wet pussy, bringing me slowly towards an orgasm, but not quite there. Mom started to play with my nipples, taking a firm hold of them, and then Grandad and Uncle Robert gripped my upper thighs, holding me in place as I felt the plug being withdrawn. Gradually it was pulled out all the way, leaving my asshole feeling open and empty, but then Mark pushed it slowly back inside, making me shudder with passion as it dropped into place before he withdrew and inserted it again and again till I climaxed as he encouraged me to let go.

When I could stand, the sensations in my butt and lower tummy were amazing, and when Master Mark ordered me to walk up and down, I could feel the plug moving about inside me. It was quite heavy, and with each step it swayed backwards and forwards, twisting my anal ring, and pressing against the back wall of my pussy. Standing with my back to the mirror, I could see the Ruby peeping out between my cheeks, and when I bent over it looked like a jewelled rosebud, exactly like the photos I’d seen on the web. Master Mark instructed me to leave it in place for a while, so that I could become accustomed to it.

Wiggling my bum now and then, I continued to open some more presents, the next one from Uncle Robert, wrapped in Betty Boop paper, tied with a bright red ribbon. Inside was a Black Demi Bra with a red tongue motif embroidered on the cups, and when I tried it on, it looked like they were licking my nipples, which showed over the top edge of the bra. It looked fantastic, and I said thank you to Uncle Robert, giving him a hug and a kiss, and he bent down to lick my exposed nipples.

There was a second wrapped gift in with the bra, which I opened to find a pair of pink and silver bikini panties, embroidered in bright red thread with the word “Slut” across the front. They fitted a treat, and Uncle Robert said he’d bought the bra and panties for me to wear with my Salsa Fire dress, which is red and orange, and has a skirt that lifts when I spin. If my partner spins me fast enough, the skirt will raise level with my waist so that my slut panties would be on display to everyone on the dance floor. Also the bodice is fairly see-through, and I normally wear a plain bra with it, but the motif on these bra cups would be visible, and probably my nipples as well, especially if they get hard, which they often do when I’m dancing.

There was another present from Mom next, and  under the wrapping paper was a carry home bag from Emily’s Essentials, the lingerie shop run by Miss Emily, that we have sometimes visited. Underneath all the soft rose fragranced pink tissue was a gorgeous nightie in Red chiffon, trimmed with red lace, a wide band of printed flowers on the top and the panties, and gathered under the bust with a black satin ribbon. The top was see-through, with sleeves split on the underside, a hem that stopped level with my hip bones, and a wide front that ran down the inner edges of my breasts, leaving a 2 inch wide gap the rest of the way. It was totally impractical as nightwear, but it felt and looked stunning, as well as very sexy. All three guys thought it was beautiful, taking the opportunity to slip their hands into the top, to fondle my titties, and inside my panties as well

I only had 2 presents left now, both from Mark, and I opened the smaller package, finding a lovely black dildo, quite a bit larger than my current toys, but it was my first black one. When I thanked him, and gave him a kiss, he suggested that since I’d tried on all my other presents, it would be a good idea if I undressed and made sure this one was the right size and fit. In a flash I was totally naked, again, and Mark had placed the base of the dildo on a wooden dining chair, holding it upright while he told me to straddle it. With all my family watching, I slowly lowered my dripping pussy onto the end, rubbing it in my slit to lubricate it, then pushed the first couple of inches inside, gasping as it stretched my tunnel wider than I was used to. Telling me to ease back for a moment, Mark sent Mom and Uncle Robert to fetch the cheval mirror from Mom’s bedroom, then made me rub the end of the dildo along my groove and across my clit. A few minutes later the tall mirror was put in front of me so that I could see the thick black shaft pointing up between my legs, and the others gathered behind me to watch. Once more I inserted the head of the dildo into my pussy, letting it stretch open my entrance till it was pressing against the butt plug in my ass, and I had another inch inside my body.

Master Mark placed his hands on my shoulders, looking into my eyes through the mirror as it reflected my impaled cunny, “Katherine, what do you want to do?”

“I do all things to please my Master, since my body belongs to him.... and I love it”

I said this looking at the man who had control over all the sexual aspects of my life, knowing that he wanted to stretch my cunny, which had been so little used, and it thrilled me that I had an opportunity to please him. I could feel my cunny opening up as Mark pressed down on my shoulders, a slight stab of pain deeper in when another inch entered, as the flesh stretched beyond its previous limits. Even in such a delicate area it was bearable, especially when I watched the reflection of myself being forced onto this big shaft. Mark kept stopping to allow me time to adjust, then pressing me down even further, until I told him I could feel the dildo pressing hard into my cervix. There were still a couple of inches left to go, so I took a deep breath when Mark told me to, as I felt his fingers tighten on my shoulders, then he leaned his full weight into forcing me down the remaining distance. The breath whooshed out of me as I felt my insides move out of shape to make way for the big black cock driving into my tummy,  pushing my cervix up, moving my womb slightly forward, and even an ache deep in my ovaries as they were stretched. Mark felt between my spread thighs where even the lips of my pussy had been dragged inside when my love tunnel was elongated, and I twitched as he ran a finger nail over my clitoris as it stood out solidly.

It was really strange having to stand against the breakfast counter, leaned back on my elbows, legs wide apart as everyone came over to feel how stretched and very full I was, running fingers over my labia, and pressing the bump in my tummy. I was even made to freshen everyone’s coffee cup, walking back and forth to the kitchen area as both inserts moved around my insides. I was bent over the breakfast counter; my butt sticking out, as each person slowly pulled the dildo out of my pussy, and pushed it back inside again, then did the same with my butt plug. Finally the dildo was removed washed and put back in its box for later, and I opened my last present, with an aching emptiness between my legs.

Mark’s final present was a gorgeous Red Satin Spin Dress which was very much like one I’d seen at a Salsa conference several month’s ago, and had told Mom about when I got home. It had been beautifully gift wrapped, packed in tissue, with scented petals, and came from a very expensive shop in Atlanta which all my Salsa girl friends drool over. It was the softest red satin, with thin straps, fitted to the waist, then a really full flare on the skirt, which I could tell straight away would fly out when I was spinning. The bodice was covered in ruby gemstones that spread out over the rest of the dress, and there were even accessories with it, a red satin choker and four arm bands, with the same gemstones round them. I couldn’t stop saying how much I loved everything about the dress, and finally Mark interrupted me, saying, “So I don’t have to take it back then?”

I laid the dress down carefully, and went over to give him a hug and a big kiss, well several actually, as his hands roamed over my naked body, then he said I ought to try it on really, to make sure it would fit properly. As I turned to go and put on some undies first, Master Mark told me that wouldn’t be necessary, and I should just put the dress on over my lovely bare flesh, which I obediently did. The satin was very sensual as it slid lightly across my skin, caressing my nipples to an added hardness, slipping over my bare bottom, and folding in between my legs to embrace the smooth shaven pussy mound. I did a little dance for my audience, watching myself in the Cheval mirror that was still downstairs, just a few shines and spins, which lifted my skirt up beautifully. As I’d expected, when Mark made me spin faster and faster, the hem rose till the whole skirt was horizontal with my hips, and as I spotted the mirror, my naked bottom and pussy were completely displayed.

Mark said I would need to wear something underneath it, delightful as my bare charms were, and he handed me my butt plug with the Ruby in it, saying that would match my dress nicely, then presented me with another box he’d kept hidden so far. Inside was another set of body jewellery, two steel barbells with rubies mounted on the ends, about the size of a garden pea, which were for my nipples, and a curved barbell for my clit hood, with a ruby on top, and three pendant rubies hanging down two inches. There was also a curved barbell for my navel, with another large ruby on the top, and a wonderfully ornate, ruby encrusted star at the bottom, and Mark showed me how the toothed bulge at the back would be wedged right into my belly button.

Pulling my bodice down, Mark fitted my nipple jewels, then ordered me to lift my hem while he knelt and fitted the pendant bar to my clit, then eased the butt plug into my bottom. Finally, he attached the navel jewel, pressing it firmly in, and I was really surprised that it wasn’t painful in the least, but I could feel every time it moved. After straightening my dress, I was instructed to dance and spin again, and everyone agreed that I was now suitably covered, even though it was only my rosebud and the top of my slit that were concealed.

It would take some getting used to, dancing with a butt plug in, but Master Mark informed me that during practice sessions with just my group, I was only to wear my jewellery, never undies. If I went to social dances I was allowed to wear my usual undies, which as per house rules showed through my dress, but for competitions, or special dances, I was to buy some more erotic, skimpy panties, and half cup bras.

With just my jewellery under this dress, the rubies on my nipples clearly showed through the clingy fabric, and the navel jewel was even more obvious. Mark made me press my hands to the top of my thighs, which tightened the satin over my pussy mound, and the bump of my clitoris piercing was unmistakable, even showing the tiny claws on the ruby mount. The other thing was that all my Salsa friends knew I always showed my undies off, many of them having commented on it, but now they would also know that I wasn’t wearing any under my dress. When I explained this to Mark, he assured me that this was just a part of my sexual development , and if anyone asked, I was to tell them I wasn’t allowed to wear undies for practice. He also told me that I was to be proud enough to show my jewellery to any of my friends that enquired, and explain that they were presents from my Mom and my very good friend Mark. My friends now also had Master Mark’s permission to handle my body jewellery without complaint from myself, or the need to seek his approval, but it was my choice as to who I considered a friend. If there was someone in my dance group that I was uncomfortable with, I could refuse them without explanation, but I would have to confirm it with Master Mark later that day. If he disagreed with my reasons, then as my Master he could overrule me, and I might have to apologise to the person, and make whatever arrangements Master Mark decided upon. Of course, my safety and protection would be paramount, as always, and Master Mark would do whatever was in my best interests.

to be continued in - 23 Birthday Spanks

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