You look distraught. That must have been quite some thrashing you got from Mr Hardcastle? And quite a load of ironing you brought back with you, I guess he wasn’t joking when he said he would get his daughter’s family’s washing for you too!
Thirty strokes of the dragon cane, my… no wonder you can’t walk properly. I guess you won’t be asking to caress my bottom again will you? You cheeky boy! Mr Hardcastle certainly does a better job of punishing than I ever did!
Anyway, that’s no concern of mine. I’m about to go out to the theatre with Greg now…. he is going to love this outfit don’t you think? And I can promise you that we’ll be having a happy ending to the night, which means you will need to give Mr Hardcastle another blow job too!
Now I guess you are going to be ironing for Mr Hardcastle at least until ten o’clock… after which I want both bathrooms scrubbing clean, the bedroom dusted and vacuumed ready for us when we get back, then I want the kitchen floor and benches scrubbed, and you’ll need to clean the oven that you forgot to do last night. So it is going to be a long night for you, which will hopefully take your mind off the pain….. and don’t forget, it’s saturday tomorrow and I expect you to be up by six am to start work on the back yard.
It is so good having you to do all the chores like this… and all for just a glimpse of my legs every now and then. You’re so easy to please :)
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