Back in the Day - Sex Stories

Back in the Day

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I was once threatened with the sack as a lady had reported me for ignoring her. To keep my job the trade-off was the manager would fuck me as and when he wanted and gave me a good spanking every week.

When my dad saw my red bottom, from the manager, it was a belting, when the manager saw the belt marks, it turned him on so was a good fucking.

I fit him between some of the waggon delivery drivers who liked the odd suck and feel and of course me wanking them. Only a few ever fucked me.

I suppose the biggest thing that had happened to us was we now had a bit of a building joined onto ours at the back and Billy had put in a new bath and another toilet. Bath nights were similar, except now, we had two baths a week and if we lit the cooker range we had heaps of hot water for free.

My dad first, as usual, and mum did his back, mum second and dad washed her front and still me doing her back and hair.

Then Billy, but I now had to wank him into the bath after washing him, then it was my turn to bathe.

I had to fish out any floating cum I had not caught in my hand or mouth when I wanked him.

Now Billy washed me all over and fingered me and before getting out I had to kneel up so he could squeeze my tits whilst I sucked him off, I so loved it, all that attention just for me.

My dad was sometimes grumpy and got stricter, so I got to feel lots of his cane and strap on my bare bottom, to be fair, mum got her share too.

My mum said daddy ...

... loved me so much he wanted me to choose all the right paths offered to me and keeping me well-disciplined was his way of guiding me.

As I grew up my puppy fat turned into boobs, I tried to look as fashionable and as sexy as I could. I did years at night school and learned to be a seamstress so I could make all sorts of clothes for me my family and friends.

I was still punished as much, if not more, not only if I was naughty or displeased him, but if he felt a good spanking or belting would focus me on the life he wanted me to live. Sometimes it was when they had guests, like: "Did you ask if they would like a cup, of tea sara?

"No Sir."

"Dress off and over you go."

By dress off he meant, naked, got to say I loved flashing my bits for their enjoyment.

He sometimes offered any male visitors my bottom to spank, and they always took up the offer.

Then corner time, maybe ten minutes, then on his knee for a cuddle and show how my tiny buds were now womanly tits. I so loved my daddy and was grateful for his love back to me and his guidance.

He kept saying to me;

"Watch out for the boys who just want to get into your pants and remember we keep all that sort of thing in the family until you meet Mr. Right, promise?"

"I promise daddy."

I was pretty cute though, in so much that I would make a low-cut top, showing all my tits except my nipples, but when I went out, I put a T-shirt under to please my dad. I would take it off as soon as I got out and hide it ...