Crimson Memory

Life was good, life was even pretty easy. I had been the property of Sir Peter for some three years now. He and his wife were the main users of me and shared my discipline, which, to be fair, was at worst a hard slap on the bottom.

During the day, I worked in their furniture and drapery store and sometimes, to clinch a deal for a bed sale, I was given as an extra for a few days.

The last time that happened was two weeks ago, when Mr Abrahams wanted a single bed and was offered a double, with me in it for two nights, three days. The delivery wagon stopped for a service in a lay-by on the way. Not a wagon service, but a Lubby service.

"I have been thinking for a few days, you need a good spanking, Lubby."

"Why Ben?"

"Too lippy for me."

"Sorry, Ben, I promise I will keep my lips closed."

"Do you mean after you have sucked my cock?"

"Yes, Sir, after I have sucked your cock."

He was wanking as I got off the bed, and he was a huge size as I sucked him in and eventually down my throat.

"Ask Sir to slap your tits, slave, or my belt comes off."

He pulled out of me, my saliva all down me. A slap on my cheek.

"Please, Sir, slap my little tits."

I was soon crying as he slapped each tit in turn and twisted my nipples left and right till I screamed.

"Take my belt off, slave, you earned a belting as you suck my mate."

His mate had a little cock, and I sucked as I was belted, the hardest belting since before I joined Sir Peter, and that was from a young man at the slave auction whose job was to make sure all the slaves for sale had crimson bottoms. I got his mate's cock and balls in my mouth in one, and he soon cum and my belting stopped.

"Let`s see how tight your arse is."

He lubricated in my pussy and then pushed hard into my bottom. The first cock in there since the belting boy at the slave auction. I knelt to take his cum in my mouth.

He agreed that I travelled in the back of the wagon, naked in the bed he was delivering.

When we arrived, Ben, the delivery driver, carried me in and upstairs with his finger up my bum.

"Hello, Mr Abrahams, would you like me to make your bed?"

"Fuck no, you're gonna be fucked most of your stay. I have a heap of relations coming round."

"Oh, thank you, Sir."

"Come and undress me, Lubby, there is a cock to be sucked."

It was such fun, even the spankings were welcome, but soon over. His grandson arrived and was bulging in his pants as he came through the front door. I was stood there waiting for him.

"Hello Grandpa, I see what you mean about me not getting off your door mat, a slave you say?"

"Yes, son, one hundred percent."

"Get naked, slave, when a Master comes through the door."

"Yes, Master."

I only had a traditional short sack-dress on, which made my nipples in a constant state of tight alert.

"Undress me, ready for your fucking, and keep me alert all the way through."

"Yes, Master."

I put my hand down his pants to feel a monster.

"Was that shiver a cum slave?"

"Yes, Master."

I figured I had earned and deserved myself a whipping, at least.

"Good girl."

He looked magnificent naked. I knelt before him in my slave position with my mouth wide open. Full advantage was taken, and he was soon fucking my mouth, and my hands never left my knees. I was completely submissive to him.

I had my hands above my head and was soon holding onto the coat hook on the back of the door as I got the fucking of my dreams. He cum in me, I had no choice, then he knelt me to clean his cock.

"Thank you, Grandpa, can you give her a whipping whilst she is naked, slaves should be covered in marks?"

I got what his grandson requested, and I had forgotten how much an all-over whipping hurt, but I accepted.

The remaining days and nights continued in much the same vein, with a number of Mr Abrahams' relatives taking full advantage of the availability of my body.

It was soon time for Ben to come and pick me up.

"Sir?"

"Yes, Lubby?"

"Have you enjoyed me during my stay?"

"Yes, we all have, but you have worn me out, girl, and I thank you for that."

"You are so welcome, Sir, and my Sir was happy he made a sale."

"Why did you ask? Suck this as you think."

He had some stamina for an old man.

"Please may I go over your knee for a spanking once I have sucked you off, Sir?"

"Sounds like a fair trade."

I sucked him off and was just about to go over his knee.

"Pop to the bathroom and bring me the hairbrush. I am going to turn your tits and bottom purple, as I used to do with Mrs Abrahams."

"Did she like that, Sir?"

"Fuck no, she hated it, but I liked hurting the bitch."

I went for it, and he hurt me, just as he had hurt her, but it pleased him.

As Ben arrived I was screaming.

"Can you gag her?"

"Sure can, Sir."

He lifted my head by my hair and pushed his cock into my mouth. Mr Abrahams stopped my spanking and fucked me from behind with the hairbrush handle. That was my first ever visit to a land my mind never knew, but my body sure craved.

I went back home, and once I was back at the furniture store.

"Lubby!"

"Coming, Sir Peter."

"We want you to pack up your belongings tonight."

"Ok, Sir."

I was not allowed to ask why.

"Everything, Sir?"

"Yes, you are to be sold at the slave auction on Saturday. We are going to buy a boy I can fuck as he is fucking your Mistress, we all need a change, don`t we?"

"Please, Sir, keep me, I will be so good."

"The Mistress wants you gone, and that's the end of it."

"Yes, Sir."

I cried going to my basement room, as sparse as it was, it was mine.

I lay on my bed and cried and fell asleep.

"Lubby, Lubby!"

"Should I go get her, Sir?"

"Yes, and spank her for ignoring us."

"Yes, Mistress."

"She's just down those stone steps."

SSLLAAPP

"OUCH!"

I was pulled over a man's knee and spanked and spanked on my bottom and back.

Then he spun me over, and he spanked my tits and pussy.

"Now up them fucking steps and kneel before the Mistress."

"Are you deaf, girl?"

"Sorry, Mistress, I fell asleep."

"Bend over for your caning."

"Caning?"

"You need five stripes to be auctioned."

I looked over to Sir Peter with begging eyes.

"Make them good and hard."

Sir never showed me any mercy. I was caned hard and screamed my head off.

"Why not fuck her as she is bent over and primed?"

"A good idea, my dear, head first, I think?"

"Why not alternate her fuckable places?"

And he did, and slapped my cane marks to help bruise them.

"Go get your things, you are going to the auction overnight, we want you gone."

"Come on, girl, the man is here for you."

"Coming, Sir."

"You can take that dress off; it is our property, you thief."

"Yes, Miss, sorry, Miss."

"Cane her tits, Peter, if anyone asks, slave, it was for pinching."

He had me hold them up as his cane gave me five hard stripes. I let go, pretty distraught.

"Give the little orphan five more Peter."

The door opened, and the man collecting me opened the van doors. I ran and dived inside it.

"Do you want the slave back for a beating, Sir?"

"No, that is fine, I will go and find a maid to beat."