Back in the Day - Sex Stories

Back in the Day

... behind our back gate post till I came back in. This worked on quite a few occasions, till the night of the big storm.

A few of us girls went clubbing into the city with a few guys. Some of us were in the alley behind the club, exploring.

I had put my knickers in my bag, just in case I fancied anyone, well I did. It was easy to spill my tits and he soon realised how lucky he was going to be. I was just being lifted off the ground by the cock of a rather handsome man when it happened.

Lightening, a crash of thunder and a downpour, he was about to pull out when I said we were wet anyway, so he continued, to be fair I was soaking wet inside and outside!

Another lightning strike and the whole area was in darkness.

I let the young man play with my tits and finger me as I wanked him, I was really good at that.

We finished what we had started and although still early, only ten-thirty, he walked me home. It was blowing a hoolie by this stage and one of the main victims of the storm was my T-shirt which had blown away.

Even though I was now gone twenty I was not allowed a door key so I knew my dad would be waiting up for me.

Dad must have heard the gate opening and closing and the back door was open for me by him, he with a towel in his one hand and a candle in the other.

"I guessed you would be home early sara."

"Oh thank you daddy."

He closed the door and, how lucky was I, his candle blew out. As I reached forward for the towel, my luck ran out, the ...

... electric was restored, the lights came back on, and my right tit was hanging free. He was so cross and as I was dragged into the front room, he grabbed the kitchen belt from behind the door.

"You need to realise the difference between right and wrong and obedience and ill-discipline."

"Yes Sir."

As I got naked he went to the standard lamp in the corner for his cane, it`s where he hung them.

"No knickers sara?"

"In my bag Sir."

I was pushed over the arm of my dad`s armchair, my usual pose when I was in for a right hiding.

"Because?"

I took a deep breath in, "I was being done Sir."

"Done, robbed, assaulted, what, say it!"

"I was being fucked Sir."

Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack...

Who can say how many and with his open belt, he was really, like really, cross and I was screaming. At last, he stopped belting but was soon caning me, again full-blooded strokes.

He went to the kitchen and replaced the belt and hung the cane back up on the standard lamp shade frame.

I was hoping to be sat on his knee and cuddled, instead he kicked my legs apart and fucked me, really hard. He went to the pull-down front of the bureaux and wrote something on the pad and rested it on my back.

"Stay where you are all night girl, don`t you dare move."

My dad went up to bed and I guess I fell asleep and was woken by my brother coming in, he was not alone. He took the note off my back.

"It`s a note from my dad guys. He said, sara has decided ...