Available Living Space - Part 1
A Few Months After Graduating: Sara's Unexpected Spanking
I was feeling low and thought "when will my life change for the better?" I had just finished five years at university and became a professional pharmacist. Two months ago, I learned that my parents had decided to part ways. My mother returned to her family's hometown on the east coast, while my father accepted a job on the west coast.
They sold the family house and left a few belongings for me. I had around six weeks to find a new place to live after finishing at the university. My room was pretty much packed, and the kitchen still had a table, four chairs, and some items in a cupboard. The bathroom only contained my stuff, while the living room had the TV, a small table, two reclining chairs, and a collection of junk mail from the last month. They promised to collect any items I couldn't bring with me when I moved out.
To help me during this transition, my parents deposited 10,000 into my savings account. They also left me a message assuring me that they did not abandon me; they just needed to start a fresh life.
In an attempt to clear my mind, I went for a stroll in the park and sat on a bench to cry. It was Saturday morning, and the place was jam-packed with people participating in the Park Run event. I wore comfortable clothes suitable for running, but soon found myself joining in. To my surprise, I not only ran but began passing people. I came across a fork in the road and decided to turn left since there were more women on that side.
"Name?"
"Jess."
"Number?"
"Phone number?"
"Do you think that banging me is the solution to your problems, Marion? Check the numbers."
"No, I'm sorry if you thought that."
He grabbed my arm and guided me into a tent where I was told to remove some clothing.
"Your shorts and underwear."
"Down?"
"Are you asking for a whipping?"
"No, sorry."
I undid my shorts and knickers and bent over his knee.
"You seem to be apologizing quite a lot, perhaps you'll regret this after your spanking."
He started spanking me and hard. After a while, the swats continued until I sobbed and cried. He continued this until his hand had surely made my bottom, seat, and the top of my thighs turn red. He then gently pulled up my underwear, shorts, and approached me. He held me tightly and allowed me to cry some more.
"You've been a very obedient girl. You were taught well."
"I have, thank you, Sir... but no more spanking for the moment, you've already done that."
I shared my vulnerable situation with Jonas, the man who spanked me, and he embraced me again. JB was the organizer of this Park Run and could be found at the Old Vicarage on Church Street during the weekends. If I needed more assistance, he worked at Duckburns, a local chemist.
I thanked him and left, feeling better about my plight. When I returned home, I saw Uncle Brian at the door. He was my dad's brother.
"Good morning."
"How are you?"
"I'm managing, but I'm leaving soon."
"Really? What's happening?"
I thought I was about to be forced to move in with him and Aunt Kath, but was surprised when he said, "Your dad asked me to check in on you and provide your Sunday Maintenance."My face lit up with hope and relief.
"Um, there's something else." He went upstairs with me and prepared three pillows on the floor. He removed his belt.
"Where's your cane, Jess?"
"In the wardrobe."
I lay down, and he chose a cane.
"Why the spanking, and who by?"
"A man named Jonas Barringby spanked me after catching me crying in the park and thought I wanted more. I told him about my predicament, and he offered help and his support," I explained, as the belt hit my behind, likely about 30 or 40 times.
"In the next spanking session, I'll be giving you a smack for acting poorly and you'll earn additional lashes," shared the authoritative figure.
I had to grasp my hands in front of me so tightly they started to cramp. The belting was extremely painful. He paused, rubbed my bottom, and then smacked it again.
"Not sure where you're moving, Jess, but I want you to visit me twice a week. I'm going to instill right from wrong in you through your behind since you clearly don't understand it mentally. Head to the corner."
I hadn't been punished in that manner for years. Once more, he rubbed my backside as I suspected him to be pleasuring himself.
"Cane time."
"Sir, the senior cane can cut me."
He agreed and picked the intermediary cane, making another trip over. The standard ten lashes felt unbearably harsh.
"Be quiet or we begin anew. Four additional strikes for accepting a spanking from a stranger, to be placed on your back."
And he followed through, inducing a fiery pain in my skin.
"Corner."
I returned to the corner and realized I had been intuitive earlier as his erect penis protruded from his trousers. He came over and rubbed my back and my rear.
"Well done, move away from the wall a bit to allow me to reach your youthful breasts."
As I just slightly shifted back, his erection became wedged between my legs. His fingers played with my clitoris, belly button, nipples, and breasts. Climax after climax became reality.
"Kneel."
I knelt to perform oral sex.
"On the bed or to the wall for your intercourse?"
I didn't respond, opting to go to my mattress.
"Good choice, a higher bottom position so your favourite uncle can enjoy your innocence."
My uncle's tongue and poise brought me to orgasm multiple times, and the fucking that ensued was the cherry on top. My climaxes were too rapid; I wasn't prompt enough in catching his semen in my mouth, so he splattered my face and breasts with his juices. I cleaned him up before he instructed me to shower.
"Coffee or tea, Jess?"
"Coffee, please, Uncle Brian."
"Remain naked."
He seemed to want to fuck me again. The scorching pain from the cane marks on my back from the shower intensified, making my bottom flare. I retreated, and he accompanied me, rubbing my back and backside.
"A job well done, shift back a bit to let me reach your tender young breasts."
As I did as told, his cock came between my legs. It was incorrect for an uncle to fondle his niece's breasts, genitals, and stomach. But then, was it wrong for an uncle to have an erection or cum twice in a row?
"Choices, fuck your behind, your mouth, or a hand job, Jess?"
I would've desired all three, but I consented to him.
"May this naughty girl hand you a climax and then lick up all your juices?"
His smile, him withdrawing his manhood, and reclining in a chair ready for my assistance.
As the final weeks before my departure from the family home crept by, they seemed to vanish in an instant. With only four days left, I returned to inspect the local flats and rooms for let.
"A room available in a shared house. Free room and board services in exchange for cooking dinner for four each night and serving the occupants. Your own lockable room, but shared bathroom and leisure facilities."
It appeared ideal, I contacted the number, and a woman scheduled an appointment for that afternoon immediately.
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