punishment for disloyal sambots part 1

Friday I'm seeing Miss, like usual, but sadly I'll not be able to stay asking as I'd like. And next week I will be away so I'll not be able to take her to breakfast or have a Miss-spent afternoon.

All very poor of me, and while Miss is very tolerant of me having a life, I don't feel like I should be let off so easy. 

So perhaps when we get home with the groceries, some immediate correction? As a first stage. Perhaps a simple gentle grope when we get in? Miss slipping out the knoblet, dressed at her direction, and grabbing and gripping.

Then pulling my jumper over my head and  unbuttoning my shirt to grip and grope my chest too. 

When I'm good and hard, lead me by a firm grip on my privates to the bannister, and with my jumper still blinding me bid me grip the bannister bent over. Undo belt and lower my trousers and underpants. 

You stand close, and one hand mauls my tits and the other gooses me, slipping between my thighs to grip and twist the knoblet.

I'll be in heaven, but not for long. I am uppity. I back talk and snip. I'll be away from Miss and let her down. 

It's time for my correction. Her hand leaves my chest and grabs a firm hold of my privates. 

Her other flips up my shirt to expose my pale fat bottom. Miss fondles and strokes, then strikes. It hurts,but only as much as I deserve. And crave. She warms my cheeks thoroughly, pinkening them. 

But not for too long.

There is work to do,shopping to put away and such. Miss bids me get on with chores, so I shuffle with my trousers round my ankles off to put away the shopping,  sit on the sofa, entertain her housemate and remove her shoes for the first of many rubs. 


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