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(MF, oral, anal, spank, beast, fetish) *** I said at the end of my last submission that I thought every visit to my bosses' house could bring new experiences and I was right. I must admit that my last visit had caused me some major concerns. Being spanked and fucked was one thing but being mated with a dog was something else and had made me think hard about what I was doing and then came my next parcel. It was waiting for me when I went to clean last week. I was as required wearing school uniform. This week it was the blue bib fronted school dress, blouse and knee socks plus of course thick black knickers. I have to admit to a twinge of disappointment when I found that he was not there. The parcel was lying on the dining room table. Contents: A short plaid skirt, new white blouse, striped tie, grey v necked sweater, grey knee socks and a new pair of navy blue school knickers. Last, but by no means least, it contained a leather tawse, something I remembered seeing from my school days in Scotland. Fortunately I had never experienced its legendary bite in those days but suspected that was about to change next time I incurred his displeasure. As instructed in the accompanying note I hung the tawse in the cupboard under the stairs next to his hook handled rattan cane and put the clothes into my shopping bag to take home to add to my existing store of school uniform. What concerned me was my instant reaction to my "present"; I was getting very wet down below and knew immediately I was lost. In fact I have to admit to going upstairs to the bedroom and lying on his bed; then slipping a hand down the front of my knickers I brought myself to a swift a very satisfying climax. I knew then that I would not be able to resist anything he had in mind for me. So on to the following week. I arrived dressed as instructed not knowing if he was going to be home or not. As I drew up outside his cottage I saw his car and my stomach fluttered in anticipation. I had done a good job of cleaning his place last week and had checked his office every night and was confident that everything was in good order and that my bottom would be safe. As I opened the back door my welcome sent my stomach into overdrive as George was sniffing round me, tail wagging and tongue lolling. Memories of my last "mating" flooded through my mind. "Good morning Mrs. F so good of you to come round this morning. Would you mind coming through to the dining room please? As I went in my heart skipped a beat as I looked at what lay on the table. The cane, slipper and tawse were laid out in a neat line as well as the usual tube of KY plus a strange black rubber object that looked like a modern smooth Christmas tree being conical in shape then tapering down via its trunk to a flat base. "You are late by 3 minutes. You know how I hate unpunctuality. Kindly get up onto the table and lay face down. I believe it is time to rest the efficacy of this tawse." Knowing better than to argue I scrambled up onto the oak refectory table and lay face down. This was particularly uncomfortable as my ample bosom was pressed hard against the unforgiving oak. His hands are at the hem of my short tartan skirt raising it over my back and then that feeling of fingers pulling the leg elastic of my thick blue knickers between my cheeks, wedging them apart. Next he his pulling them hard and I feel them taught against my sex. In this posture his hand, still grasping the material of my knickers is firmly pressed in the small of my back making it impossible to move. I sense him reaching out and hear an experimental swish as he tests the flexibility of the tawse. The noise makes me twitch in anticipation of a blow that never fell. Then my bottom is on fire as the first stroke of the tawse lands across both upraised buttocks. It lands dead central the end of the leather wrapping round and biting into the side of my cheeks. It hurts more than the cane as I have no room to move away from it my belly being hard against the top of the table. I yelp in both surprise and pain. "One minute." Crack the second stroke lands just below the first and just as unpleasant. Again I cry out. "Two minutes." A hand stroking my bottom then Crack as the third stroke cuts into me just above the first. "Three minutes. I think that should suffice." I feel a warm wetness at my crotch and am horrified to realise that I have wet myself, not a lot, just a moment's loss of control but enough to wet their gusset more than the normal evidence of excitement. Please God do not let him see. My hopes are dashed, however, as he shoves his hand between my legs to squeeze my sex and my shame is revealed. "My my, my dear it appears you have lost control of your bladder just like a naughty little girl. How fortuitous as this gives me the opportunity to try another of my peccadillo's out. First however we must deal with another of my needs whilst I have you in this position." Fingers in the waist elastic of my knickers and they are pulled down to just below where my buttocks become thigh. My buttocks being parted the sound of the lid of the KY being flipped open and that all too familiar feeling of intense cold as a liberal amount of the stuff is squeezed into my anal area. Jonathan gets up onto the table and straddles my legs and I feel the end of his cock probing between my cheeks. In this position he cannot access my cunt so I know it is my arse that is about to get fucked. The pressure mounts and I feel him parting my fleshy posteriors and pressing in against my anus; please God let there be sufficient lubricant My anal muscle protests but I sense and feel it starting to give until with a twist of his hips he breaches me and I cry out as all 8 thick inches slide past the tight muscle and his cock disappears up my bottom. This is the strangest buggering I have had as like with my tawsing I have nowhere to go and so the depth and pace of his thrusts are amplified as my belly is pressed against the oak of the table top and my bowels are filed with cock and then he is jerking and groaning as he fills my bottom with his thick come. Out he pulls and I watch in shocked fascination as he takes up the black cone shaped object and I cry out again as I feel something cold and hard against my anus and as he pushes so my ravished anus is spread again and a yelp is forced from my hips as the thickest part, which is so much broader than his cock, forces its way up my bottom and then my anus contracts round the "trunk", about the size of his organ, and I feel so full. "Now that Mrs F is what they call a butt plug and that is going to stay in place for the rest of the time you are here to keep you loose and open and also to retain all that lovely come up your arse." With that he picked me up of the table and carried my upstairs to the bathroom. "Wait there madam do not move, I will be back." I hear him in the bedroom then he is back and bending he pulls down my wet knickers and after filling the sink he washes and dries me then picks me up again and carries me into the bedroom. I cannot believe what I see; on the bed he has laid out what is clearly an oversize terry towelling nappy, some pins and a pair of plastic pants. The nappy is already folded into the traditional kite shape and I gasp as he lays me directly onto it. "Spread your legs madam." I am too shocked to argue and in seconds he has pulled the point up between my parted legs and folding in one of the sides soon has it pinned. Across comes the other side a snick as the second pin is fastened and I am fully nappied. Taking my ankles he lifts them and with what seemed like practiced ease has slid the leg holes of the plastic pants over my feet and is pulling them up my legs. In a trice he has worked them under my bottom and the elastic is snug round my waist and cutting the top of my thighs. The thickness of the terry towelling is a bulk between my thighs causing my legs to splay slightly. I raise myself onto my elbows and look down my body and then into the mirrored wardrobe door. I am revealed in all my shame and it is so clearly a turn on for him for as I look to my right he is undoing his zip, extricating his fully erect cock and before I know it he is kneeling astride my chest and I am parting my lips to accept 5 of his 8 inches into my mouth. My head is seized and then he is fucking my face and in just 30 seconds I have to swallow like mad to avoid choking on the massive load of come that is filling my mouth. "Good girl not a drop wasted. Now up you get and do the cleaning. Those pants should at least stop George from sniffing around your crotch… for the time being at least. More of that later I think." I sit in stunned amazement. Here I am at 65 sat in my bosses' bedroom wearing a nappy and plastic pants with a mouthful of come and a sore bottom. The feeling of the nappy is strange. With the school knickers I at least had something to compare the sensations with as I can remember from childhood the feeling of comfort and warmth they afforded. With the nappy no memories are available for comparison as ones baby memories have faded and are non existent. The thickness between my legs and the warmth generated by the plastic pants is somewhat reassuring. I am also so aware of the plug that is filling my bowels and keeping my rectum stretched beyond the norm making me want to go to the loo. Before I clean he has me make a cup of tea for us both and then I get to work. After about half an hour I realise that the tea had been a mistake as my bladder is telling me I have to pee so of I head toward the bathroom. "Where are you going Sheena, I hope it isn't to the toilet; if you need to go just go. That is why you are wearing a nappy." I stop in my tracks and return to the cleaning in the hope that work will take my mind of the pressure and I will be able to contain myself. Another half hour passes and suddenly he is beside me with another cup of tea. I politely refuse but his look and a mention of obedience is enough and I take the proffered mug and drink another half pint of tea. Back to work and the pressure is growing intolerable and my control is weakening and then George strikes. He is being playful but a combination of him jumping up at me and Jonathan's voice from the dining room saying; "Not yet George you can have her later;" was too much. My muscle releases and I go and can do nothing as I wet myself. My urine flows freely and I am so conscious of a warm wetness as the nappy absorbs my pee and begins to feel heavier and heavier. Oh the shame of it at 65 wetting oneself like a baby. At last I stop and move slowly into the dining room. "You may as well know I have been and now have a wet nappy. I hope you are satisfied!" I spit at him in my embarrassment. "Yes I can see through the pants that you have. Well I suggest you finish cleaning then I will clean you up. Now get on with it." The next twenty minutes are awful as my wee cools and I have this weight of wet nappy between my legs as I finish the cleaning and I am oh so conscious of the additional pressure of the butt plug up my bottom that is a constant reminder of a need to go properly. Please do not let him make me do that. Then he is beside me leading me upstairs to the bedroom. A changing mat is already in place on the bed and he unceremoniously dumps me on it and taking my ankles in one hand he raises my legs ceiling-wards again and reaching under me pulls the plastic pants from round my waist and up my legs and off. Then he is unpinning the nappy commenting all the while about my naughtiness in wetting my nappy and how little girls should be punished. Seating himself on the bed he pulls me over his knee and delivers a couple of dozen short sharp smack to my unprotected bottom. The dampness of my skin emphasises the smacks and he occasionally catches the base of the butt plug which further heightens the strangeness of this spanking. Then he is standing me up and bending me over with my bottom toward him. I feel my cheeks being pulled apart and then he is pulling on the plug and I cry out as I stretch until with a pop it comes free. "Well, well Sheena your backdoor is now well spread and ready. I suspect my cock will slide up there without touching the sides you are so open. I feel so exposed with him behind me and then I hear the sound of his zip and he is standing and then I gasp as he enters my bottom and the head is deep in me before it touches the inside of my bowels. My hips are grasped and he pulls me back at the same time as he site on the bed and in one movement all 8 inches shoot up me and I am sat in his lap impaled by his cock. He lies back and his hands take hold of my breasts pulling me down so I am now laying on him my legs spread either side of his and I am being passively sodomised. My sweater is rucked up, my blouse unbuttoned and my bra eased up exposing my breasts. The nipples are dark and hard and he pinches and squeezes them as I gently rock myself on the thick pole that is invading the very centre of my being. And then he whistles and I hear George's paws as he climbs the stairs and in seconds his nose is between my legs no doubt intrigued by the smell of urine on my skin. His tongue goes to work and soon I am crying out in passion as his rough tongue works on me lathering my clitoris and bringing me to one orgasm after another. All the while my rectum is squeezing on the 8 inches of solid flesh that is trapped in my bottom. As I look in the mirrors I see George's cock start to erect and then he up on his hind legs between mine front paws either side of my and Jonathan's waists and that long thin stick of, reddish purple shiny flesh is trying to find the spot. As far as I can see his knot isn't yet fully inflated and in my passion I reach down and grab him then guide the arrow pointed head to its mark and with one thrust he is up me and I am being double penetrated. What am I doing at 65 with a cock up my bottom and a canine cock in my vagina? Jonathan needs do nothing as I am rocking on his cock sodomising myself as George is humping my cunt. My fucking is just as frenetic as the first time but enjoyed more as I have the additional sensation of two cocks rubbing against each other separated only by my inner flesh and the additional stretching I am receiving from this double cocking. Then I feel it; his knot is swelling inside me, stretching my sex and he is pulsing and I feel my self filling with dog come at the same time as Jonathan groans and fills my bowels with human come. In his orgasm Jonathan is squeezing my breasts and I gasp as with a swipe of his tongue across my rigid nipple George triggers my own climax. I cannot help my self as my legs come up and lock round George his fur rubbing against the inside of my thighs as he continues to rut against my spasming crotch. My insides feel as if they are about to burst as George now struggles to free himself and I panic in case he pulls me inside out but no need to fear as with one mighty tug he manages to pull his knot free from my loosened cunt and he is out and the next thing I see is his long slimy cock near my face as he stands with his front paws up on the bed and I give no second thought to reaching out and grabbing his pulsating cock and leaning to one side I take it into my mouth. Having been fucked by a dog why not give head as well. As I suck I am rewarded by constant little jets of his come shooting down my throat and filling my mouth. I feel as if I am about to choke so pull back only to receive a squirt in my face before the dog pulls free of my hand and sits down to lick himself clean. I am exhausted and as I lay there on Jonathan his cock shrinking and slipping out from my bottom hole I wonder what else could possibly happen. *** ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 61