Not Always Me
Not Always Me - slave girl sara
It was the day of the trials, and I was so keen not to even go, let alone get accepted, but my father had different ideas.
"It will be good discipline for you Ellen. What w
as that look for, am I lying?"
"No Sir, it`s just, do I not get enough discipline?"
"Obviously not."
He sat in 'That' chair, 'The' chair. Every time he sits in it at least one of us gets a spanking, and a hard spanking at that. When I say one of us that is me, nineteen years old, my mum, one very clever older sister and younger dopey brother, eighteen.
Dad sat and I went over and was spanked, first over knickers, then a pause to rub, and then my knickers went to my knees and my spanking continued.
As always first mum, and then know-it-all, then dopey, come to look, feel the heat and offer a slap, the one from dopey is always full-on to set my tears off again.
"Corner or room Ellen."
I mumbled and went to my room. Dopey came up a little later.
"You stiff seeing me spanked again?"
"Yeah, sorry."
I began to unzip him.
"Would you like a wank?"
"Please Sis if it's ok and you don`t mind?"
"Of course I don't, it's what big sisters do, except for `know-it-all` of course."
We both laughed and I wanked us both together. He cum onto my hand and I sucked it in, as taught by my mum. He went to his room, and I undressed and into a corner ready for my dad to come in. I looked over my shoulder.
"Sorry daddy, very sorry, but you always taught us to be truthful."
"Do you enjoy being spanked Ellen?"
"Maybe not enjoy but sure need one regularly, one way or another Sir?"
He spun me around and helped me down to my knees.
He wanted a mouth and hand wanking, and maybe a fucking after my bedtime spanking. Daddy says a bedtime spanking helps a girl sleep and gives her pure thoughts. If he only knew what I was thinking after it, hehe.
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"You must be Ellen Brown."
"Yes Sir my daddy told me to come."
"Did he also tell you I accept no nonsense at all, especially from girls whose bare bottoms I relish spanking."
"Yes he did Sir, and rightly so Sir."
"Come in, let`s see if we have a uniform left to fit you."
I followed him down a passageway and into a changing room where there were lots of uniforms in pristine condition hung up. He held one up against me.
"This seems ok, get naked and try it on."
"Yes Sir."
With that, two young men who had been playing tennis came into shower after their game, they turned and watched the floor show, me.
"Undies too Sir?"
SLAPPPP on my bottom.
"I said naked, didn't I?"
"Yes Sir, sorry Sir."
I removed my bra and gave it to Sir, knickers also shrugged off and handed to Sir who put them on my clothes pile.
I put on my skirt first, it was perfect now and would roll up heaps to show the tops of my legs, and maybe a tad more.
"Spin Ellen, let the young men see your secret bits."
I spun so fast my breasts left my chest, I bet I looked wicked!
SLAPPP
"No one likes a show-off girl, put the blouse on. Now, always wear a padded bra or your nipple peaks will go nationwide on TV, and we do not want that do we?"
"Perish the thought Sir." Hehehe
SLAPPP
I undressed again and he wrote 'Ellen' on my coat hanger.
"See you tomorrow morning at eight, for training. Right, she is all yours guys, enjoy your game."
"Thanks Brian, we will."
I waited till he went out and closed the door.
"New balls I see Sirs?"
I was soon in among them, and a good time was had by us all.
Two hours later I was home explaining most of my morning to my parents.
My new place of work for two weeks is only a ten-minute walk from home so I set off from home at seven-thirty and was waiting outside when Brian came, Sir to me, as all men are.
Today was a training day for all the young ball boys and ball girls. The morning was easy-peasy, just running and collecting any stray balls if they went out or hit the net.
I used to go to tennis lessons as a girl. I think my dad thought I was safer with a hobby which meant being caged!
I think I knew most of what was taught but was glad of the two-day refresher course I was on. We were taught court etiquette, when to put an umbrella up over a player, taking new balls out of a tube, even taking the players for a pee, male and female.
The afternoon was going well until a girl who I could have sworn was my sister's double, not in looks but f'kin knew everything too, ran for a ball and as she picked it up, "Fuck!"
"What was that Louise, are you ok?"
"No Sir, not at all."
He ran towards her.
"Let me see."
He held her hand as we all gathered round.
"Where, what is it?"
"Can't you see, I broke a fucking nail?"
She was dragged back to a chair, his hands on her knicker waist band and spanked, boy could he spank.
We girls were fidgeting, below, the boys were adjusting the front on their shorts and Miss F'kin Louise know-it-all was crying and screaming as if she had never been slapped before, and by the site of her unblemished bottom as she went over his knee, she had probably not had her bottom slapped since the Midwife delivered her!
All our training and practice over it was tournament time.
We all, for the main, avoided any of Sir`s instant punishments, just three or four a day and to say we were working on eight courts at a time that was a really low percentage.
If I had to choose a highlight of the past two days, apart from the Know-it-all`s spanking, it was the bare bummed belting of one of the young men, and rightly so, for peeping into the ladies changing rooms, now his cock did bounce and stiffen, and like gobby, had to complete the days training naked below the waist.
Before we finished, I asked him if he would like his cock rubbing when we finished, he thought about it for a millisecond and said, please. When everyone had gone, I went into their changing room and began my task. I just love undressing a cock prior to sucking and wanking and as luck would have it I had put my knickers in my lunch box so finished him off between my legs.
We all sat down for dinner that evening, as we always did, and talked about our days, dad chose who would start and who would go next. Never much news but dad says it`s what makes us and keeps us as a close family.
My turn, at last.
"Another good day at tennis school, two girls spanked for stupidity and one boy belted for spying on us girls in the changing room. As you said dad, he was very strict, but I got through it all a really good girl."
"Nothing else Ellen, no hidden secrets?"
"No daddy, no secrets to keep there."
"Then, pray tell the table, why did mum find a hidden secret?"
"When daddy?"
"When she washed up your lunch box."
"Oh!"
"Continue, mother, start clearing the table, I think I may have a use for it."
"I could say I wet my pants Sir, or had a mishap, but in truth I consoled the poor young man who was strapped."
"Knickers in a box and not over your privates type of consoling Ellen?"
"Yes Sir."
I stood up and helped mum clear the table before undressing.
"I see you kept your bra on Ellen."
"Yes Sir."
"Do I take it he was not a tit and nipple fancier then Ellen."
Everyone laughed, even me, but not for long. I was soon over the table and after dad`s belting, everyone else was invited to give me five of their own, only fair I suppose. I obviously got a visit from my brother for a wank and dad followed him for his request.
The tournament went well from a tennis club point of view. Not so well if you were one of the many who got a public, naked spanking on the centre court before locking up, I was lucky, I enjoyed all I got. ;-)
In the changing room, I was instructed to remove my bra and underwear, leaving me completely naked, much to the surprise of the two tennis players who witnessed the spectacle.
During the tournament, one of the young girls made a mistake and was promptly spanked for her foolishness, her naked bottom baring the evidence of her disobedience for all to see.
Later that evening, my brother approached me in our shared room, his gaze fixated on the memory of the public spanking. He asked if I would help him relieve his tension, a request I obliged, assuming it was a common sibling bonding moment.
As the days passed, I found myself growing accustomed to this new routine, even enjoying the occasional spanking sessions with my father and brother. I began to realize that this was just another aspect of our family's unique dynamics, a secret that few others shared.