Gym Jim

Gym Jim - slave girl sara

It was that time of year, the darkness of the nights were longer than the brightness of the days. Running became a weekend only event, I was banned from anything morning or night, so only on a weekend.

That was fair enough as the run was through parkland and on trails through the woods. So I had the danger of trips and falls over fallen branches or raised roots, add that to the fact a few girls had been attacked and assaulted over the years.

I had still kept pretty fit from when I was younger and ran for the county on several occasions. I finally did enough to be selected for the country's B squad but my dad would not let me travel to Asia without him or my mum with me. I remember the first time I was selected and my dad was on the phone to the person allocated to look after all us young seniors.

"That is fine and thank you for your understanding, yes that is correct, Jess can be scratched, she will not be going."

"You must be fucking joking dad,"

"You will see how much I was joking Jess, get naked, mother, bring in a bar of soap please."

"You can beat me all you like for as long as you like, I will never apologise."

"Oh, I think you will Jess."

My dad unbuckled his belt, I knew that meant business, it always did.

I was spanked lots, as was mum for that matter, but rarely belted and only the odd caning.

"Please dad, I do apologise, with all my heart, but I so need to control my mouth, but you must see my side of it."

I got naked and bent over the settee arm, my mum held my hands, tight. I got the hardest belting ever and did my best to not scream, not wanting to give him that satisfaction. That was until I got five or so across my back. Mum let go of my hands as my brother came in.

"Got her ready for you son."

Mum wanked my brother hard and led him into my pussy, she got on with making dinner and my dad went into his greenhouse.

I was not always rebellious but saying that we were once looking after a neighbour's house whilst they were away for three months, we were related some way on mum's side.

Well, empty house, naive teenager, why not have a party?

I rang a few girls and boys, my boyfriend then was Jim P, we added the P as three guys called Jim were in our group, we all worked at the same sweet factory.

Jim and I were pretty close, close enough for me to allow him to fondle me over my bra and rub my pussy lips over my knickers but he allowed me to wank him.

"How come I let you play with my cock in my trousers to start with and now wank me, but I have to tit you up over your bra and finger you on your knickers?"

I stopped wanking him.

"That sounds fair Jim, I will stop rubbing you."

"I did not mean that Jess."

"Oh, do you mean you do not want to do what you are doing now?"

"No Jess, sorry, please wank me again."

So, I did, and loved the control of him, I once asked my friend Claire if she had ever wanked anyone, she said no so I said would you like me to wank Jim in front of you to see the size of his cock and even let her have a go, She Was well up for it and Jim did as io said.

On the night of the party I had decided that at eighteen going on nineteen it was time I let Jim in and among my tits and nipples, so for the party I was braless and wore a teeny weeny thong. I would not let him fuck me that night, I already knew what that was like from my brother at home, no, I just wanted to keep him interested.

The house backed onto a lane so everyone, twelve of us in all, went in through the back door and we kept the house lighting to an absolute minimum. I took Jim straight upstairs to a bedroom. We kissed in the doorway, and I rubbed his cock over his jeans.

We lay on the bed as his hand pushed my jumper up and I was wanking him. He let out a "Wow" when he felt my tits for the first time, then the bedroom light suddenly came on.

"Jess, get everyone together in the dining room, NOW"

It was my dad.

"Yes Sir."

Dad went out and returned a few minutes later with a cane in his hand.

"I have just spoken to your mum Jim, and she agrees with me, you both need a good caning."

"But dad, I suppose me but please, not Jim."

"Will you be able to take his ten strokes as well then Jess?"

"No Sir."

"As I thought, both get naked, every minute you take will be an extra stroke."

I took off my jumper and let my tits sway as I dropped my jeans and thong and stood my hands on my head, chicken wing style, elbows back, tits pushed out.

Unfortunately Jim was also watching the show I was putting on.

"That`s eleven strokes, nearly twelve Jim."

He quickly got undressed, his cock bare again and sticking right out. As his underpants hit the floor...

"Twelve Jim."

"I am so sorry Sir, I am a stupid girl, I just wanted to see if Jim would strip naked like you told him, and he did, so he must think heaps of me, please give me his twelve too."

Everyone gasped.

"No Jess, I did the crime, twelve is not as bad as I get from my grandfather."

His mum was divorced so his grandpa used to call on a regular basis to deal with any discrepancies from him, his two older sisters and his mum.

They were not unique, it was more than common in the fifties, discipline was king. It was based mainly on keeping us girls in order and I know that first hand when me and my mum get a spanking and my brother does not, not that we ever see mum`s but we sure hear it.

"It is ok Jim, please let me."

He nodded.

I took the 'bent-over-hands-on-knees' pose, bottom facing my dad and tits sideways on for my audience.

Whoosh crack, Whoosh crack, Whoosh crack, Whoosh crack, "Owwww" Whoosh crack, Whoosh crack, "Ouchhhhh" Whoosh crack, Whoosh crack, "Nooooooooo" Whoosh crack, Whoosh crack, "Ouchhhhhh."

"Your own punishment is complete Jess; would you like to get up or are you ready for the next set?"

"Ready Sir."

I could say no more, but I noticed all the boys all had a stiffy on.

Not a problem but I think I cum through my first set on caning, more than once too.

Whoosh crack, Whoosh crack, "Owwwwwwwww."

"Punishment over, you may stand, you have shown how loyal to Jim you are.

Jim can go home first, leave your clothes here, all the rest of you can follow."

Everyone left and my dad walked towards me an pulled my nipples.

"Looks like they are on stalks girl, were you excited by your caning?"

"I do not know or understand Sir."

His hand went between my legs, I opened wider as he fingered me.

"Suck this."

I sucked his finger.

"Yes I was excited Sir."

"Your future punishments will now include a caning, kneel down and thank your daddy for looking out for you and protecting you."

"Yes Sir."

It had been a few weeks since I sucked him and he fucked me, and boy was I eager for him. I rubbed his bulge, and took his cock out and sucked him, I was ravenous for a cock, any cock and vowed to myself the next time I met Jim I would fuck his brains out.

"Over the table Jess, it's a fucking for you Miss."

I was fucked and sent home naked. Mum was waiting knowing she was in for a good hiding too when he got home, and she was right.

Anyway, back to the punishment for my outburst, I practically ate a bar of soap, for swearing, well enough of it to make me sick.

At breakfast I was told I was banned from seeing Jim until further notice.

A few days later, after work, I came home, showered and got my bag.

"Just going to do Gym."

"Ok love, enjoy."

"Oh, I will, I always do dad."

I went round to see Jim, his parent were away.

"Would you like to see my bottom and back, I just got a strapping for saying fuck?"

"Can I undress you, slowly?"

"Can I wank you, slowly?"

He undressed me and I wanked him.

"As a special treat you can suck, and I said suck, my pussy, then fuck my tits and cum over them."

"Yes please."

He licked, bit, and sucked me to two cums, then fucked my tits and I licked his cock on the up stroke.

"Jim, do you still spank your Marion?"

"Yes of course, and she wanks me, and I fuck her, it's what older sisters are for."

"From next week, will you take control of me when we are together, spank me when needed, finger me for your pleasure and fuck me like you do your sister?"

"Maybe, I will let you know tomorrow night, here, six o'clock."

"Yes Sir."