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My Night of Shinning Amour A new era in my life so quite a long story, it was hard to split. Will still be posting some last years adventures too. Truth or Fiction, you disbelievers can decide? My Night of Shinning Amour Last Wednesday we came out of the national 4-week Covid lockdown and into the top tier of the Covid 19 protection scheme. It was decided by Sir and my Father it was time, after 1 year 11 months i moved back home from the house slave training with Sir Don and Daisy. It would have been last March I left but again due to Covid, it was postponed. It was not a problem to me as I was brought up to do as I was told and loved them all. I had been packing up from last Saturday, that’s when i was told, and had already a few cases of stuff delivered home already. Wednesday morning came and all i had left was the holdall i used to get packed up when i went out on loan. I woke them at 6.50 as normal and as expected Sir gave me my last trainee slave fucking as Daisy hovered over my head, teasing. I was told not to dress after my shower and assumed it would also be my last over the breakfast bar for a belting. Almost right, it was over Sirs knee to put some colour in my cheeks, or so he said nothing hard, but Sir knew me. He knew I needed to cry because of leaving and gave me the opportunity. I dont have much appetite at the best of times but forced down nearly a whole slice of toast and homemade marmalade, washed down with 2 cups of coffee. I had known Don and Daisy all my life, one of my Fathers oldest and closest friends. Don was well known in our community as being THE man to train errant or keen to learn daughters in the art of being a sub, slave, or just preparing for marriage. Sir and Daisy took me home and dropped me off at our door, being Covid careful, we had said our goodbyes before we left and i would see them at church on Sunday anyway. My mum and Father were waiting for me, so more tears. I was given a new bedroom, bigger, king sized bed and ensuite at the other side of the house, i was delighted and very surprised. I went up to start unpacking and mum called me down when it was lunch time, which it soon was. Soup and a roll and a long chat. When we had all finished my father stood kissed my cheek, said he was so glad to have me home and to call by his office/study when i was passing. Wow, not now, not at a given time, but when i was passing. I cleared the table, something i had never done at home before and filled the dishwasher. I did not want to keep him waiting so popped for a pee and knocked on his Door. He answered, "No need to knock sara its your office too." Wow, he answered, not shouted, wait or come in,then gave me office space, wow. He had the IT men in to remove my computer from Dons and set up here. Let me try and explain the size of my Fathers office, his desk would be 12 paces away or more from mine. It has also a 3-piece leather suite, a kitchen area, small bar and shower room. Its his main company office and he does most of his business entertaining there plus tying all his other businesses together. He said he would make afternoon appointments as he thinks i may be back in my works office after Christmas. We sat on the suit armchairs and had a really good chat. Not joking when i said it was maybe 20 times more than we have ever chatted before in one go, and we travel 24 hours when going to Australia. "Anything else sara before i let you go and finish unpacking." Without hesitation i put my hand up. He pulled it down, "Yes love?" "I was not given any maintenance on Sunday, i assume Sir, i mean, Don was probably leaving that for you," Ok, so i all but asked for it, but thats how i am, i was saying it as it was, true. "Ok, get ready, over your new desk." I undressed and saw my Father unbuckling his belt, it was so good to be home and might have has a small cum. "Before you go over sara, what were Dons feelings on the cane count?" "Usually 5 Sir, on bad occasions 10 max Sir, but Sir, i am under your roof again now so your pick Sir." "Red bottom sara, was that just Dons farewell present?" we both laughed as i nodded. "Anything else before we start sara." I stood, turned round and hugged him, tears flowing, "I love you so much." I turned back round, lent over my shiny new desk, as i sobbed my nipples pushed up and down on it, as i tingled the first welt hit, only about 20 but given with the love my father has for me. I was not told corner time, so stayed down, i remember only too well where his cane cupboard is and heard him return. The pre cane was the same as ever i remember, 5 taps then the first 5 strokes, yelps joined my tears. He stopped, rubbed my bottom, and went to sit back on his armchair, "sara, come her love, its over." I got up and ran and jumped on his knee in tears. We had a loving soothing 30 minutes and i dressed. "Darling sara, you left a little girl and came back to your Father a lady and thats how you will be treat going forward. Now another surprise, Marc is coming home for good on Friday and rang to ask if he could take you on your first date on Friday night, i said yes and he said he would pick you up at 6.00, did i do right?" More tears a nod of my head another hugging and i left to sort my cases out. I worked Thursday and Friday morning as normal and daydreamed about the evening to cum. I took a long bubbly bath and kept popping into my room on alt, saras room. I had chosen my long grey skirt over black leather boots, my new pink undies set, 32A bra a tad big bit it may just come into play if removed by him and looks better than 30A. I wore my new, from last Christmas, shimmering, close fit silk blouse and my favourite light pink cashmere cardigan. My coat was a named puffer jacked, also in grey. I am lucky, when long, my hair has a natural curl and i also never seem to use make up nowadays. I went downstairs at 5.45 to wait. My Father whit wooed at me and mum, like mothers do, straightened this and pulled down that. "Will i pass mum?" "I think the finishing touch may be in my bag, she looked, Red lipstick to set off the grey." She put it on for me as if i was still her little girl, suppose i am too. I would always accept what mum says, she knows too well i dont use make up but must have thought it important, i looked in the mirror and felt $1,000,000. My new friend called bang on 6.00, i was so excited, Father went to answer the door and they spoke a few minutes, Marc came in arms full, Scotch for my Father, chocs and Flowers for mum and chocs and 13 red roses for me. As i held them he plucked one out and gave it to my mum, a keeper or what, it gets better, read on? I am sure like me, and my mum, you will be thinking, Covid Tier 3, our highest level in the country, no pubs, bars or restaurants open, where would we eat? We drove to our office block for ease of parking, Marc said and hopped on the next train into Leeds, a bit chilly on the station platform waiting, a great excuse to cuddle up, which i did. His arm plus his now unbuttoned coat over my shoulders until the train came, a few minutes wait was all. People who know me real time know i am not big on conversation, being trained for 21 years to only speak when spoken to, so stayed silent and as we got off the train in the station, not even 7 yet, i just glided along in the atmosphere. Sure Marc spoke and i gave the odd nod or, yes Sir, added the odd hehe or haha where needed. We walked through the new shopping centre, now open 24/7 to catch any trade passing, and admired the fantastic Christmas decorations and lights. At the other end of the centre we walked up to join the main road, now just busses and taxis and were amazed at the displays of lights before us, we were back at the station before 7.30 and caught the train back to the car. We crossed the railway bridge to go to the car park at the other side of the track. I walked past the office doors and Marc tugged on my arm and took me inside. Ah I get it now we were going to his office for........ As the lift stopped Christmas music was being played and coming from the corridor leading to my office floor. I got out of the lift to go right, his office, but was taken left to mine. When we got to the door, it was opened by a very young pretty waitress. Anyone guess what was going though my mind, a clue, i felt a tingle and a cum? "Your table is ready, Sir, Ma-am, please follow me." We followed her but i had already seen where we were going. My desk looked alight with so many coloured fairy lights and the desk was set up for dinner. On my printer table was a row of tureens and behind it a chef from our favourite family restaurant. I was hoping he knew exactly what i would have ordered, well our first course was right. A prawn and smoked salmon cocktail, easy on the salad stuff. Dishes cleared, a new song over the speakers and Marc took my hand to dance, i could not believe it, i just love dancing in all its forms, we waltzed, close, i mean very close, i felt his baton pulsing. Mains, for me, a smaller than small sirloin steak, medium rare, Lyonnaise potatoes, a few fries and onion ring. Times this by four for Marc, hopefully to keep his strength up. Again, new music, i think i have this Christmas CD, its Bing Crosby now, another slow one. Then back for pudding, fresh fruit salad with cream and ice cream, once again impeccably served by the waitress, such a pretty girl, hope she joins us later. Sir like me only drank cola as he was driving and at the end of our meal i had a perfect Latte, with a heart shape on, Marc a double-double expresso. I saw Marc give the waitress a slight nod and she put on Fairy Tale of New York on the cd player Marc took my hand, we walked around the room swinging our clasped hands, down the corridor to the office, maybe just like walking round central park. It was also lit with lights and a cd playing, Oasis, my fave band, ever. "Be right back sara, just want to thank our chef and waitress." "I will come too." "Pardon?" I sat down, "Sorry Sir." "I will deal with your outburst when i return." YESSSS PERFECT! I got naked in seconds and nipples against "My Wall" waiting. I heard his footsteps down the corridor in between cd tracks. "Now Miss, you appear to have gotten into some bad habits in my being away, turn around." "Yes Sir, it would appear so, please would you help me reform?" "A bit like the Pastor you mean." "Erm no Sir, nothing at all like the Pastor, Sir." We both giggled, he sat, i went over, he spanked, i sobbed, he spanked harder i cried, he went for the top of my legs, his favoured hitting spot and i screamed. I could not wait for him to finish, in floods of tears i slid between his legs and unzipped him. He too could not wait and was soon spitting his cum into my throat and mouth, my how good did he taste? He picked me up onto his knee and cuddled me a little and played a little with my bright red perked nipple and shiny slit. "Did i give permission for you to leave being over my knee sara?" "No Sir," i started sobbing again and stood up. He stood too and unbuckled his belt, i cum twice just watching. "May i go over your desk Sir?" I did not need an answer, as my nipples hit the cold desk again i cum again and still teary from the spanking. The belting stopped, i instinctively turned and began to undress Sir, he passed me a condom and i fit him snuggly in and bent back over. His first rushed cum was only a pre cursor to the great long fucking he gave me that night. We were home for 10.30, I asked him in for a drink, he declined as it was beginning to sleet with the cold. We kissed, passionately, I rubbed his willy under his trousers then took it out, how strange I forgot to put my knickers back on in his office, he went to his top pocket for protection, too late I had him inside, leant him against the wall, my turn to fuck him. His parting words, "Loved the red lipstick my darling young lady, xx" He certainly was my, Night of Shinning Amour Truth or Fiction, you decided yet? (Clue, its not made up.) Post Script, i have had 11 emails on my title spelling, It is meant to be Night and not Knight and its meant to be Amour (Love) nor Armour  |
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Tal greets girl says Marc is a very lucky man smiles Master ADOMIS4U2 your next venture begins now smiles
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I have no reason to doubt you Sara it seems you are very happy with your new man i hope everything goes well for you in the next chapter of your life
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sounds like someone has a real boyfriend...! Very nice indeed.
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length or girth is not the issue smiles its how he uses it will matter to him and you smiles xx Master ADOMIS4U2
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Super and truthful just superb. ... good luck to you and Marc. ... a perfect match. ... all the very best. Tews
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Either way, you write very well.
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Sara, I do enjoy your short stories. I don't always stop to read but I've noticed how this truth or fiction doubt tends to bother you. Why would someone doubt whether it's truth? Probably because a young lady such as yourself is hard to find. 
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interesting story...real or fantasy?
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looks like a long read and very controversial
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