A Bad Call -- slave girl sara
A true and factual story of a few days during lockdown.
It was April 13th 2020. Why is the date important? Because the whole country was under lockdown due to a killer virus, which apparently originated in Asia.
Factories, schools, shops, you name it, if they weren't essential services they were ordered to close, even the office block I worked at with over forty girls had to make fresh arrangements.
True to form, well within a week our brilliant IT guys had a computer and phone line in every home, not only that but each team of ten were connected to each other, the works manager and several more important people, the company owners via Zoom.
That first Monday went well, in fact very well. The day after though was one to forget, well, for me anyway.
I was turned on and ready for work when I got a call on my mobile to help someone I knew, it was ten to nine and we started at nine, we had lots of time.
Seven minutes past nine, oh fuck! I just sat down and started, I would work through my lunch to make up.
The house phone went, and I heard Sir walking towards the dining room where I was working, oh my Lord please, don't say the phone was for me.
It sort of was, well it was not for me but about me.
Sir Don came in.
"sara, jeans and knickers to your knees and over the table."
I did it in a heartbeat, the whole team were watching on their screens.
"A message from your manager, you were eight minutes late to your seat."
"Seven minutes Sir."
WWHHAACCKK, WWHHAACCKK
Why did I open my mouth, was I acting big in front of my team?
Maybe thirty WHACKS later,
"Pull up your knickers and jeans, you have wasted quite enough time already today."
I did what I was told but gingerly sat down, Sir was an ace spanker and never missed any area of my bottom with his hand.
A ping on my computer, my manager,
"Even twenty miles away see how punishment is still swift Miss Brown for those who do not toe the line?"
"Sorry Sir will make it up to you."
"You can be sure of that sara,"
My mobile pinged like mad, on silent of course, all the girls were so turned on.
Over the next ten days three more girls inexplicably were late and were duly spanked by their fathers or partners.
Each time all you could see was the girl's face and a hand coming down, oh, and hear a crack.
Oh boy, were the pings right, I was soon taking a comfort break and somehow manged to get a bedtime spanking that night.
Now, today, Wednesday fifteenth of April, all was going well, everyone online before nine and all incoming calls answered within three rings, to be fair it was not over busy first thing.
At twenty five past ten I told five of the girls they could take their break at half past.
At ten twenty nine the phones got busier, I took one call and when she wanted to find some documents I asked if I could put her on hold and took another call.
The rest of the morning went well.
As I stopped for lunch Sir was waiting for me with the house phone in his hand, it was our manger.
At ten twenty nine that morning, just as I was on the phone, Jill Otley had deleted all of her morning calls instead of backing them up, it put a big red flashing sign up on my computer and I had missed it.
Fortunately for the company it did not get past the manager or IT and her calls were resurrected.
The fact remained it was a silly mistake from her and neglect by me.
As we were in lockdown Jill`s Uncle, her guardian, and Sir were asked if they would punish their respective charges.
I broke down in tears and Sir hugged me, he knew why I was so upset, I had let down my company and two very special people in my life.
I went for a pee and came back into the kitchen for a sandwich, I had little appetite though.
I went back to my computer and put a brave face on to my team and got through the afternoon till we finished at four o'clock.
Again Sir Don was waiting for me,
"My study at half past seven sara."
"Yes Sir."
I popped into the kitchen to see Daisy and excuse myself from dinner, she hugged me and we both shed a tear.
"Shall I run you a bath sara, with my magic bubbles in?"
I laughed as I cried and followed her upstairs.
I got undressed and hung up my workday clothes and went into my bathroom.
Bubbles everywhere, she had overdone the magic.
I lay down and Daisy washed me, nothing sexual or sensual, just loving.
She dried me and I laid on my bed, she kissed my forehead as she left.
"Shall I give you a call at seven?"
I nodded and the next I knew,
"Come on sleepy girl, its wakeup time."
I sat up and she had brought me a glass of milk and one of my favourite ginger cookies.
