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~~My daughters slave~~
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The first weeks after my ordeal by Natasha, Charlene was surprisingly kind towards me. Well she never left any doubt that she’s the mistress and I’m the slave. But there wasn’t any heavy abuse or punishments and best of all no humiliations in front of all her friends or complete strangers. I hoped that she had realized that she’d been all to hard and vicious towards me and that this was a new softer behaviour towards me.
I had a suspicion that she had fun with Natasha, as revenge for her all to heavy abuse of me, but as I did spend most of the time in my cage I couldn’t tell for sure.
My, as usual, all to naive hopes was shot down one evening, when Charlene and a woman, whom I only knew as the doctor, came down in the basement. The doctor examined me very thorough and quite rough. Making me whimper, this just caused several slaps in my poor butt and an order to be quiet. Even though I, as usual, did my best to obey, I whimpered a little once in a while. I sort of expected being punished for it, but strangely enough both the doctor and Charlene acted, as they didn’t hear it. I’m not quite sure, if I was relieved or disappointed over it.
The doctor finished the examination and declared me as fit as a fiddle and therefore for use again.
Anxious I awaited my fate, while the doctor proposed things that she thought that Charlene ought to do to me. But Charlene rejected several of them, as she loved my little girlish looks. Reluctantly the doctor agreed that piercings and tattoos would ruin that completely.
It was clearly that the doctor hoped for some fun with me. But Charlene preferred to act as she didn’t understand her! I really wondered why, as she normally was more than happy to let others abuse me. Well she let me lick them both, but nothing else.
Next day, all was back to normal, as she dressed me up, as her little sister. I really hated it, as I found it so humiliating to behave and act like a little girl. We went out to a long drive, Charlene of course drove, as I was a little girl, I wasn’t allowed to.
After some hours drive, she drove into a McDonald. I was told to be a good little girl and behave. Which in Charlene phrase, meant that I should behave as badly as I could and really act as a real spoiled little brat. She knew that I really hated that, as I found it extremely humiliating and it took a lot of spankings, canings and strapping’s before she was satisfied with my bratty behaviour. Normally she wanted me to behave like that, when we were around people who knew us. So I wondered why I should do it in a total strange place. Little was I aware of that we were in a place where they believed in strict discipline and spankings of youngsters, even in public! Which I was to learn quite soon though.
We went into the store and I did my best to be the spoiled brat from hell. I made a fuss out of everything; Charlene had been a great teacher, as I just had to look back at her behaviour to know how what to say and do. Charlene on the other hand, gave it, as the very unhappy sister, who really did her best to satisfy her bratty little sister. Soon I got a lot of reproachful glances and Charlene pity full. An older very stout woman, with 2 very quiet and well behaving children, suggested that Charlene gave me a proper spanking, which was all I deserved. Charlene acted very upset, as she simply couldn’t hit her baby sister. I must admit that she was very good. As usual I was all to naïve and thought that she wouldn’t punish me here. So I very rude I pulled faces, at the woman, close to tears Charlene apologised, for my behaviour to the woman and ordered me to do the same, which I of course refused, stupid me. Because the woman said to Charlene, that is she wouldn’t spank me, she would. With a very unhappy face Charlene nodded.
With a very stern voice, the woman ordered me to come over to her, it’s clearly that she wouldn’t take no for an answer, so I stack out my tongue at Charlene and pouting I walked over to the woman. Who grabbed my arm and before I even realized what was happening I was lying across her lap. First I praised me lucky that I only was going to get a hand spanking. But I hadn’t taking her size, strength and huge hands into consideration. So my god a spanking I got, within seconds I was crying, babbling and begging for mercy. When she at long last stopped, my poor butt was on fire. Do I need to say that I of course hoped that the ordeal was over and that it of course wasn’t?
She ordered her two kids to undress me. I didn’t even dare to protest and blushing deeply I let them undress me. When I was naked she ordered me to lie down on my back on a table. All to frightened to protest I did as told. She told the girl to go and fetch her brush; eager to please the little girl almost ran over to their table, went deeply into her bag and returned with a very heavy nasty looking hairbrush. I had to lift my legs up, so I was lying in diaper position. Which gave the nearest spectators a clear view of my pussy; I didn’t get much time to worry about it though. As she, with the same determination and skill as with her hand, began to use the brush on my still very raw bottom. Me oh my, I cried, screamed, babbled, it simply was the worst spanking I’ve ever received. I kicked and wriggled so much that the children had to hold my legs.
When she at long last stopped my poor butt was black and blue, crying I got back on my feet, I could hardly stand. To my horror she’d procured a cane. ‘Oh no’ I thought ‘Will this never end?’ She held the cane up in front of me; gosh it’s a mean, heavy, thick cane. “Ok! Girl” She said “You’ll get 24 and I want you to count and thank for each blow. Understood?” She said. “Yes! Madam” I replied miserable, almost unintelligible, through my sniffling. Still crying I bend over the table, when she ordered me to it. “You better count right” I heard her say, because, we start all over again if you count wrong.
The first blow almost sends me screaming over the table. Didn’t she do anything soft” Somehow I managed to count and thank. Wondering how on the world, I should get through this and remember how many strokes I got. First time I counted wrong by the tenth stroke and as promised she started all over again. I simply cannot remember how many strokes I got. But we had to start over several times, twice when we were up in the twenties, before I finally got it right. Crying and naked I was send around to all the guests, both adults and children, to apologize for my bad behaviour. Several gave me slaps on my burning, raw butt, causing me to cry out every time.
I still wasn’t allowed to get dressed, humiliated, still crying and very quiet, I managed to sit down and eat my happy meal.
I wasn’t allowed to get dressed before it was time to leave. I barely could sit down as we drove off. Still towards a, for me, destination unknown.
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