As promised in the Colonels wife part three, I mentioned having Lydia's daughter Maggie. I had known Maggie throughout my time with the army and being the colonels daughter even mores. I first met her in the Naffi, where we had a small cafe bar and all the families on the base used to congregate. She was a pretty little 16 year old and I was in the throws of passing my Sergeant exam. I was always joking with her about one thing or another and she was a flirty little thing. As I said she grew up in the army bases of which our guys and girls moved too throughout our tours. I remember once she was at the officers club one night with a young lieutenant who was getting very d*unk and so was she. I was serving at the bar and his superior had enough and told him to go and call it a night. Unfortunately for Maggie, she too was a little worse for wear and so I told my commander that I would drop her home. She had just turned 19 and she was a hot young lady and what a flirt. I got her in my car and strapping her in with the seat belt, her left breast fell out of her strappy dress. She looked at me and said "oops, are you going to put it back for me". I tucked it back in and then drove her home. By this time I had my sergeant major stripes and was on great terms with the colonel and his wife and did not want to jeopardise my position. I got her home and Lydia answered the door. I told her what had happened and she thanked me for bringing her home. After that night, she was far too embarrassed to speak to me and then she moved back to England after about a year. A few years went by and she came out to Germany where we were posted and brought along her boyfriend who was a trainee accountant, nice enough lad but not what the colonel and his wife had in mind for her. After a few weeks they announced the engagement and a year later they were married and living in Surrey. I never saw her again until the colonels funeral. She was 45, still slim, long blonde hair, cracking figure just like her mum but although it was her father's funeral she was distant.
I spoke to Lydia about her and she told me that her marriage was not great, but she wouldn't do anything about it as she still loved him. Apparently he had several affairs and she was happy with that.
The next time I saw her after that was where my last story ended with the colonels wife's arse in the air, a butt vibrator in her arse and me spanking her hard as the door opened and there stood Maggie, mouth open and dressed in a slim black dress, heels and her long blonde hair bunched up on her head.
She shouted at me, not knowing who I was and said" what on earth was I doing to her mother". I turned round and her look of disbelief stretched across her face as she recognised me" oh my god, your the sergeant major, what are you doing ? I told her that if you don't know now what I am doing, yhen you have two choices to make. 1 leave the room or 2 stay and sit in that chair by the dressing table and when I have finished I will talk to you, but either way close the door. I turned back to Lydia and carried on the spanking and as I smacked her arse for the second time, I heard the door close. As I rained down the 3rd blow I was aware of Maggie standing by the chair. I stopped the session again and said "did you understand my instruction to SIT on the chair. She stood there not knowing what to do. So Lydia asked me if she could speak and I said yes. "Maggie sit down and wait for my master to talk to you once he has finished taking care of me". Maggie started to lower her slim figure onto the chair and I said, you may as well get comfortable while you wait, so take off the dress Maggie. She looked at me with slight disgust. I said you decided to stay and so staying is by my rules now, so strip down to your underwear and sit down. She reached behind her back and unzipped the dress, slipped down the straps and let it fall off her dhoulders onto the floor. She stood there in a matching, bra, panties and suspenders, silk stockings and a pair of black designer heels, the image of her mother. She sat down and crossed her long legs. I carried on either my session with Lydia, using two vibrators on her cunt and arse as I finished spanking her gorgeous arse.
I got up and undid the straps of the cuffs that held Lydia to the bed , playfully smacking her arse and told her to go for a shower.
Turning my attention to Maggie. My you have grown Maggie, your breasts are bigger than I remember from the car incident. She blushed, obviously remembering that night. So you stayed, that must mean you enjoyed what you saw, maybe not as it was your mother that I was abusing, but maybe you thought about me doing that to you?
Don't be absurd John she replied. So if I am being absurd, why did you strip for me. Your mother has told me over the years about your sham of a marriage, maybe you want something more than sitting at home with your toys and you want something like this. I think you are a submissive little wife who likes to be told what to do. Am I wrong Maggie. I know you had a crush on me when you were younger, so shall I take you on as my new submissive and teach you about yourself. Just then Lydia came back in the room in a towel and said I love my new marks master, thank you. She then showed Maggie the handprints on her cheeks and the light bruising. Dies that not hurt mum? Lydia replied, find out for yourself? Lydia, then asked me if I had ever had a mother and daughter to which I replied no. Well then maybe this will be something to remember? I completely agreed. I instructed Maggie to stand up and take off her bra and her panties and hand them to me, hesitantly she removed her bra and handed it across, then she slid the panties down her stockinged thighs and held them out to me. I then told her to bend over the chair. She did this with a slight tremble in her movements, I walked up behind her and lightly caressing her gorgeous buttocks, brought up my hand and smacked her left cheek hard. She let out a moan and ghen her right cheek, another moan. Spanking them in turn fir 5 times each. Then sliding my fingers into her wet cunt as I massaged her lips. She was in ecstasy and was breathing heavily. I told her not to cum until I say so, but her brain never got the message and she soaked the chair. More to follow.....
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