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Sheena the Cleaner - 2
by Jonbrian (address withheld)
***
Sheena receives further discipline for breaking a vase
and a major shock when she goes to clean her boss's
house again. (MF, spank, anal, beast)
***
Author's Note: Well here I am again and to say I am in
a state of shock is an understatement. You will recall
from my last posting; "Sheena the Cleaner" in Directory
61, that my boss and I have been fucking for some time
now but that he also has a penchant for spanking me
and likes me dressing in a school uniform for my
punishments, despite my being 65 years old.
***
PART 2
Since that day he have insisted that I wear my school
uniform whenever I clean his house, which is usually a
Monday morning. Things had also moved on and a week
after my first "Schoolgirl" spanking I had arrived at
his house to find a neatly wrapped parcel waiting for
me. The contents confirmed his obsession with the whole
schoolgirl thing.
There were two gymslips in grey and blue, six pairs of
school knickers in varying colours; black, green, grey,
burgundy, white and brown. In addition there were a
couple more pairs of socks; a pair of black gym shoes
and two school ties. He clearly had plans for the
future which I suspected meant that my poor bottom was
going to receive plenty of attention in the coming
weeks.
This Monday I arrived to find him still at home working
in the dining room on his computer but was surprised to
find he had company in the shape of a large black
Labrador who I soon learnt was called George. He
explained that he was looking after it for some friends
while they were away for the day hence him working from
home.
As I went to get my cleaning stuff out of the cupboard
under the stairs he called me back.
"Before you start I think I should check you are
properly dressed." As if reading from a checklist he
went on. "Gymslip, grey: Socks white, pumps, white
blouse and school tie. Now just lift your gymslip so I
can check your knickers."
Taking hold of the hem of my gymslip I raised it up to
my waist to reveal my knickers; I had chosen the
burgundy ones that morning.
"Excellent; Mrs. F. but do I not detect that you are
wearing tights, and if I am not mistaken they were not
part of the uniform I provided you with. Your
explanation madam!"
I stammered out that as it was January and extremely
cold I felt it was alright as they would keep me warm.
A brief diatribe about permission and cheek and then I
am being sent upstairs to fetch one of his slippers. As
I carry it back downstairs I study it noting the shiny
leather sole and black leather upper. It is a slip on
and very flexible and I wonder what effect it is going
to have on my behind.
"Over the back of the armchair Sheena and rest your
palms on the seat." Being only 5 foot tall this
presented a bit of a problem and meant that once I had
struggled into position my toes only just touched the
floor and I was totally helpless to resist as he lifted
the hem of my gymslip and folded it over my back.
A thought crossed my mind that at least my tights might
afford a little extra protection as long as he did not
pull them down. I would like to report that he did not
pull them down and no he didn't. However the next thing
I knew his fingers were gripping the back seam and then
there was the sound of ripping nylon as he shredded
them exposing my burgundy knicker clad bottom.
A hand in the small of my back holding me firmly in
place then without preamble or warning the sole of his
slipper is beating a tattoo on the cotton of my
knickers. One, two, three, four, five, six in rapid
succession and I am crying out, more in shock than pain
and wriggling my legs trying to twist out of the way,
and then it is over.
I raise my head to see the dog sat looking at me its
tongue lolling out of its mouth with what looked like a
grin on its face and then it got up and moved off.
Jonathan's hand is now stroking my bottom soothing me
and then a nose is stuck up into my crotch and I feel
warm breath on my inner thighs and realise instantly it
must be the dog and start to struggle in earnest.
"George away; not for you naughty dog." As he shoos
away the dog he slips his hand down the back of my
knickers and I gasp as his fingers dip between my legs
and a probing digit slips into my sex which is dripping
with juices. Why oh why does all this get me so
excited?"
"Nice and wet Mrs. F so it seems a shame to waste an
opportunity. The sound of his zipper coming down and
the feel of fingers pulling aside the crotch of my
knickers exposing my sex. His cock head parting my lips
then that wonderful feeling as he thrusts all eight
inches deep into my cunt. Hands grasping my hips and
then he starts. In and out he goes fucking me long and
hard and then he swells and his juices are filling my
sex. Out he pulls and readjusts my knickers and with
one hard slap to my behind he is sending me off to do
the cleaning as he adjusts his clothing and returns to
his computer.
As I head off I notice the dog sitting looking at me
again and my eyes are drawn to the bright red pointed
head of its penis sticking out about an inch from its'
black furry sheath; glistening in the sunshine that
shines through the lounge window.
As I move about the house polishing I can feel his come
oozing out of me, dampening and darkening the crotch of
my knickers but know that to go and clean up is likely
to prompt another spanking.
Then I am in his bedroom, I have cleaned the mirrored
wardrobe doors and am leaning across to move one of his
porcelain ornaments when George strikes again and his
nose is stuck between my legs obviously attracted by
the smell of sex emanating from the soaking crotch of
my knickers. Such was my shock and hurried efforts to
stand up that the vase slipped from my fingers and
dropped to the floor shattering.
The sound from downstairs of his chair pushing back and
his feet hitting each stair and moments later he is in
the room taking in the site of his shattered pottery
and my look of horror.
The next few moments are a blur as he spins me round
and the next minute he is sitting on the edge of the
bed and I am head down over hid knees and my knickers
and the remnants of my tights are being pulled down to
the top off my thighs.
His arm goes round my waist and then his palm is
slapping down on my naked bottom and I am squealing and
wriggling trying to avoid each smack. This is a hard
spanking and I loose count after 50 but as I look to my
side I can see everything in the wardrobe door. I watch
as each slap lands and see my buttocks wobble and legs
kick and see my cheeks turn from pink to red and then
it is finished and I am lying exhausted across hiss
knees, chest heaving and tears running down my cheeks
and then it happens again.
I watch horrified as George sticks his nose back
between my legs and I cry out as his rough tongue
swipes across my sex again and again. I am disgusted
and excited all in one as the sensations it is creating
are wonderful yet my basic sense of decency says I
should be repelled by what is happening to me.
A voice in the seeming distance penetrates my disorder.
"Mount George, mount."
My eyes automatically shift to the right and I see the
dog get up on its hind legs and in that instant I see
everything. Its cock is now fully erect and I am
shocked at its size, longer than Jonathans but thinner,
and bright red and very shiny. Then it is hunched over
my back its front paws clasping me round my middle and
it starts to hump its crotch against my bottom.
At first it is all over the place hitting my thighs and
then it hits the spot and I am so loose from my earlier
fucking that it engages the entrance to my vagina and
with one hard thrust it buries all 12" into me and
starts to bang away at me.
My god never have I been fucked like this before. Fast
staccato thrusts and I am so aware of its fur rubbing
against my naked flesh and its doggy breath panting in
my ear. The site in the mirror is both erotic and
disgusting as I watch myself being covered by a dog as
I lay helpless over my lover's knees having just been
spanked. I wonder had he planned all this or is he just
responding to circumstance.
Then I feel it; something that feels like a tennis ball
trying to force its way into me and I remember seeing
dogs mating and realise that this must be the knot on
its cock and then suddenly with a particularly hard
thrust I am opened wider than ever before as it surges
past my entrance and my sex closes round it locking
George to me. I can feel its canine cock pulsing inside
of me and know that I am being filled with dog come and
can do nothing about it.
This seems to go on forever and then George is trying
to dismount but cannot pull free and I watch as he
spins round so we are now locked rear end to rear end
and I can see the purple swollen cock that is now
stretched between us, as Jonathan, the bastard, has
opened one of the wardrobe doors so I can see my sex
stretched tight round the knot that is holding George
in place. We are stuck like this for what seems like
forever until with a final tug and a cry from me he
pulls free and I watch as his still swollen knot exits
my cunt followed by a gush of doggy come.
George flops down and starts to lick himself clean and
I find myself being dumped onto the floor on my knees
head down and bottom raised as Jonathan drops his
trousers and kneels behind me then shoves his cock up
my doggy come filled cunt. One, two, three thrusts then
he withdrew and my buttocks are parted; my anus engaged
and without any preliminaries he shoves his cock up my
arsehole and buggers me.
It lasts only moments and then my bowels are being
hosed with his spunk and he withdraws and pulls my
cheeks, still bright red from their spanking, apart
exposing my gaping back passage oozing his come and the
swollen lips of my sex with a fine dribble of dog come
coating them.
That all finished 50 minutes ago and now he has got me
to write it all down to share with you. I have to admit
that I have mixed feelings about what has happened. The
65 year old part of my brain is telling me that what I
have done is disgusting and depraved yet another part
is saying that it was all rather exciting and makes me
want more of the same. Who knows what will happen as
every visit to his house to clean can bring new
experiences. I must finish now as I have to finish the
cleaning and go home for a shower and change before my
husbands gets home for his lunch.
***
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a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
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