Finding Employment - Part 1
Ali acknowledged that her academic ability might not be top-notch, but she was convinced she possessed valuable qualities for the right employer. Her upbringing was heavily influenced by biblical teachings, similar to other girls in her area. While strict, it was also loving, and as a 20-year-old, she fervently hoped this would remain constant. Her story continued below.
"Any updates on your job search, Ali?"
"I've sent out three applications, Dad, but I'm still waiting for their responses."
"And about the one I had you inquire about at Heap's Fish Shop?"
"Umm, I forgot, sorry."
"Forgetting would result in a punishment, but lying... well, that carries a harsher penalty."
"Given the choice, I'd rather not stink of fish and chips throughout my career."
My father was not pleased with my answer, and needed no further encouragement to reprimand me. As he stood up, so did I, along with Aunty Marion, Uncle William, and their eighteen-year-old sons, Isaac and Ruben, who gathered at the doorway for a better view of my punishment. I waited patiently until my father was standing by the table.
I removed my dress over my head, exposing my erect nipples as I flaunted my youthful breasts for the audience. I am a 34C cup and would prefer wearing a bra, but I adore the way my nipples wave whenever they rub against my clothes. My bare down-below state and my frilly pink underpants completed the visual.
Following his request, I shared this intimate outfit over the chair I use at mealtimes and the one he prefers while spanking me. My father removed his belt while I gazed admiringly at my audience.
"You recall why we're here today, right?"
"Yes, Dad, I lied about a job application."
"And?"
"And what, Dad?"
He moved my chair for an optimal vantage point for the bystanders.
"Let me remind you, Ali. Why am I spanking you?"
"For lying, Dad."
"And..."
"There's a strapping coming next, Dad."
He guided me to separate the chair, each foot landing on separate chairs. I followed his direction, laying my dress on the chair I usually sit in during meals and where he spanks me.
"Keeping everyone's attention, I asked why you acted naughtily."
"I chose the wrong action and deserved to be spanked and strapped, Dad."
I sobbed freely initially before stopping completely, allowing the tears to sporadically flow. Although they could see what was happening, they were not immune to my display of humiliation as I flashed my chest and reassured my viewers.
"To what do you think I'll punch your backside after this?"
"A strapping, Dad."
My father was quick to begin without hesitation, and I obeyed, tit-swinging and weeping.
"Remain where you are, girl."
I complied, arms folded, and breast-pushed-out as custom, oblivious to what was about to occur. He lined up the twins, allowing them to enjoy an exceptional view of me bent over.
"Explain your misdemeanor to the boys, Ali."
"I misled you and told a fib I didn't apply for a job, Daddy."
I kept sobbing, and allowing the boys to reach for my tits as I squirmed about, never having allowed any other men to touch me. As they pinched, sucked, and bit my nipples, I thought about whether they would enjoy a reciprocal encounter.
"Will you suck and fuck me, boys?"
"No, why should we?"
"Then, we won't."
I prepared for myself, wondering about the size of their equipment, before realizing the answer through experience as they both slammed into me.
"Swap cock-ends."
The first cousin delighted in inserting himself into my bottom end, while the second took over. They moved in perfect rhythm with my swinging breasts and blushing backside.
"Do you hope we'll enjoy ourselves similarly, Ali?"
"Yes, Daddy."
I spanked my bottom.
"I'll keep that in mind, boys. Now, Ali, clean yourselves up and rejoin the others."
"Girl, sit up and cover yourself."
As I did this, the boys departed, yet not before a brief query.
"Any other lying wench out there?"
"No."
And then, I returned to the table.
Isaac obeyed the instructions, and I was there when he failed to comply. Ruben spanked his bare butt on his knee, making his little penis erect. Following lunch, Ruben informed his father about Isaac's behavior, resulting in both getting disciplined, leaving me intrigued.
"Do you want our sperm in your mouth or your vagina?" What a fascinating query!
"Mouth, Isaac smacked my bottom," I requested fervently.
Isaac pulled out, and Ruben allowed his cum to fill my mouth while he kept rubbing my butt.
"Hold her breasts fiercely, Zac, as I penetrate my first anus."
And he did so, despite it being unusual, but not unappealing. Eventually, he also injected his sperm into my mouth. A few moments later, my father reappeared, hinting that they might observe my punishment.
"So, did she shift?"
I believed they assumed I would move to let them witness my caning.
"Not an inch, even when she sobbed again."
"Why would she cry?"
"I stroked her bottom, assuming it would comfort her, as she's my cousin, right?"
"She is your cousin indeed, Ruben. That was sweet of you."
Uncle William departed, and I was permitted to stand and receive warm hugs from all of them. When they were all gone, my father led me into the dining room and positioned me atop the table. While he didn't have sex with me often, he always had intercourse after a beating and thoroughly enjoyed it. I think we both relished him pulling my breasts back as he made love to me.