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Sheena the Cleaner - 3
by Jonbrian (address withheld)

***

I go to clean my boss's house again and get another 
lesson in discipline, sex and dog care. (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.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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