Day Four

Claire woke first,Sam curled up with his back to her. She was stiff from trying to fit into the single bed, her head was throbbing and she knew that it wasn't just the hangover that made her need a shower. Quietly so as not to wake her sleeping son she got up.

Turning the heat right up she stood in the center of the wet room, her body bombarded with water. The water ran off her head, over her skin, she knew the day would start soon, but she wanted to delay things as long as she could.

Emily snuggled closer to uncle Peter. Last night had been far better than she had imagined. She had thought she might even had to use tears, demand to know why her mother was desirable but not her, blackmail him into fucking her. Desire and drunkenness combined in him though, and he had grabbed her, pushing her onto her back, her legs pushed back, his cock entering her without a word. The dryness and tightness of her pussy only excited him more, pushing her legs so they touched the bed looking down at her orgasmic face he thrust hard and fast into her.

Soon she hadn't been dry, soaking wet and coming he had turned her over, speaking for the first time he had told her to kneel, she did so, and he pushed her neck into the pillow and started to fuck her again. Struggling for breath she came then feeling his thumb in her arse she pushed back against it. The butt plugs Sam was being trained with were hers originaly, He replaced his thumb with his cock, wet from her pussy,and she had backed onto it, biting into the pillow to stop herself screaming out when she came.

When he finally came, fucking her from on top, his cock filling her, she was clinging to him, trying to take every inch. He collapsed, rolling off her, smiling she fell asleep, the hot sticky mess between her legs slowly trickling onto her thighs.

Hearing the shower turn on in the bathroom she got up, Today she was visiting her Master,and she had good news to bring him. Emily knew today had started well and was only going to get better.

It had been easy to get out of the trip to Beamish with Sarah and Sam, she knew Uncle Pete would not argue,and her mum had been busy planning her shopping trip, Emily had not even had to lie about where she was going. Promising she would not disturb her Dad, who was sleeping she said she would go check on Mr Henderson's chickens, after all he was paying her to muck them out and feed and water them over the summer holidays.

Walking into the large shed at the bottom of his garden she remembered how he had led her here, explaining that, unlike in the book he had given her to read he could not have a dungeon. She had soon learnt he did not need one. The room was dominated by a large worktable. A hoist was positioned over it, ideal for a man who tinkered with vintage motorbikes. Ideal for suspending an 11 year old from, her legs forced apart by a home made spreader bar, unable to move as he had fucked her cunt with a variety of ever larger dildoes, gagged so her screams would not be heard.

The table itself was surrounded by hooks, 4 vices,seemingly randomly positioned, but in fact placed precisely so she could be tied, face up or face down, ready to be beaten. The canes and crops themselves were in a tub, a jumble of garden canes and what looked like fancy dress accessories. Nothing that would attract a second glance. Nothing to suggest that only 2 weeks earlier she had lain, naked,arms and legs tied, unable to see him, but hearing him, hearing him choose, waiting for the moment when he brought the cane down across her skin, counting the strokes as the fire spread from her arse. Tears in her eyes from the pain as she hoped he would stop, feared he might stop, the maelstrom that brought her to the edge of orgasm and beyond.

Emily did not know what today would bring,but as she stripped ready for his arrival she was already wet. She could not help jumping as the door opened, he started speaking as he locked it behind him "Good Morning Emily."

She replied quickly. "Good Morning Sir, Sir, last night, I ..."

He stopped her," I will ask when I want to hear of your adventures Emily." She hung her head. "Now come stand in front of the door, hands behind your back."

She stood where he ordered, watching as he walked to the tub of canes, he continued speaking.

"Soon I will have to forgo the pleasure of marking you, midwives and Doctors may ask awkward questions." He started teasing her nipples with a long slender school cane, Emily could feel them growing hard, her pussy growing wet. "So today i think we will ensure you have something to remember, don't you think that's a good idea?"

She nodded as he brought the cane down hard on her nipple, she cried out with the pain. He laughed, switching the cane from nipple to nipple, "Breast feeding is apparently quite painful, I think you should thank me for toughening them up.

"Thank you Sir." She had barely got the words out before he brought the cane down across her breast, she cried out, then remembering gasped. "One". He continued, each stroke with the cane leaving a thin blood red mark.

When she thought she took take no more he stopped, pressed himself against her and pushed a single finger into her soaking pussy. She tried to push herself onto it when he pulled out.

"Patience Emily, patience."

By the time he told her to bend over the worktable her breasts, thighs and arse were covered with a net work of cane marks, the pattern glowing against her white skin. He was breathing heavily and she wondered what was to come. Then she felt his thick cock enter her, his hand slip forward to play with her clit and it was with relief she finally came.

Afterwards she sat at his feet in the dining room where he did most of his work. Occasionally his hand would caress her neck, ruffle her hair.Part fatherly, part sexual. He paused in his planning of next terms lectures on the Celtic influence on the north east, "Are you still eating the cereal I recommended, Emily?

"Yes Sir" She had been following his prescribed diet for six months.Foods rich in folic acid, eating oily fish to the amazement of her Mother, switching to whole meal bread. Knowing every mouthful was dictated by Him had made her wet each meal time, as if he were putting his cock in her mouth, right there at the dinner table, in front of her parents.

"Your mother has invited me to dinner tomorrow evening." Emily almost jumped, trying to control herself, "I think I will accept, I want to see how your mother acts around your uncle, and I need to get to know Sam better"

Emily's face fell, despite the fact he was seemingly working, he of course noticed.

"Emily, when my baby is born do you expect me to be celibate?" She shook her head, shocked. "And wouldn't you prefer it be Sam than some stranger?" Still unable to speak, she could only nod.

"Good girl, now my cock is hard and you are not sucking it, why?"

Kneeling before him Emily savoured the taste, feel, scent of his cock. It filled her mouth and she sucked, using her tongue along the parts she could reach. He grabbed her head, pushing further in, not all the way,yet. His cock twitched in her mouth, and she heard him speak. Not to her though, he was on the phone, talking to his daughter.

As he chatted about her day and arrangements for the weekend he pushed his cock into Emily's mouth. Trying not to gag she relaxed her throat, swallowing her saliva back, the conversation meandered as he increased his speed, fucking her face.

Emily had met his daughter, expecting to play she had struggled to understand his explanation of distance and desertion, that to take her, then send her home to be unsatisfied and alone. would be wrong. Right now though she was more concerned with trying to breath, with trying to gag silently as thrust followed thrust.