Ball Girl/Boy Training - Part 1 -slave girl sara.
Bartholomew's is always `THE` school to attend if one wants to get your son or daughter into sporting academies. They take girls from eighteen to twenty-two and boys from eighteen to twenty-one.
A lot of parents also like Bartholomew's for their old school strictness. Excuses are never asked for so never offered. Possibly all parents were brought up by the leather strap or rattan cane. Bartholomew`s has one addition, the willow switch.
In their first day of attending Bartholomew`s the pupils are taken outdoors into the walled garden and shown how to cut and clear a switch.
"Right, the whippier the switch the greater the red line it leaves. It needs to come up to your waist, why I hear you ask. Because, it has to have plenty of space for a hand and be long enough to hit a lovely bottom full on and wrap round some. Also bits will break off in use."
"Are you paying attention Ladies?"
In unison; "Yes Mrs. Wilson."
"Good, now watch ladies, take off all the leaves and all the little nodules."
"Are you chatting Winky Brown."
"Yes Mrs. Wilson I was only asking what you had said, I could not quite hear it, I am very sorry,"
"You very much will be Winky, were you not taught to raise your hand in school to ask a question?"
"Yes Mrs. Wilson, and at home too Mrs. Wilson."
"Perhaps I should ring Mr. Brown and ask his advice on what he would do if he was talking and so were you."
"Sorry Mrs. Wilson."
Oh shit, not a good start, how stupid am I? I wonder if I will be punished for it, and if so no need to guess how.
"I have the cutters here and knives to cut off any nasty bits, I want you to cut three switches each. One we will use today and two for your bedroom in case your house Master has to use one after dark."
I do not know if I wanted to pee or I had cum when she said why we would need the extra cut switches.
"Off you go ladies, you have an hour then line up here when done, oh, and you would not wish to be the last one in the queue!"
We were all done within half an hour and the girl at the back of the line was crying. Her name tag said Elsie Whips.
"Whatever is the matter Elsie?"
"Mrs Wilson said it would not be beneficial to be last, and I was last and will be punished and I am scared."
I moved her into my place, and I took her last place. I was in no way a masochist for punishment but being a Christian put others before me.
"Let me check your switches, we need to be quick as the young gentlemen will be here soon to cut their switches. Right pair up with the person in front of you and lower your knickers to your knees, now."
I did not get a partner but did what everyone else did.
"Ladies on the right bend over, ladies on the left select a switch and give yourself space for your backswing. Bent over ladies hold tight, switch holder ladies watch me, arm level, aim and hit and listen to the sound. Go!" Whoosh.
A lot of 'Owws' and a few tears.
"Next, hold your arm sticking up. Go! "Wwhhoosshh.
Louder 'Owws' and more tears.
"Next, hold your arm behind your back. Go! "WWHHOOSSHH
Everyone screamed.
"Swap positions."
"Winky, would you like me to whip you, so you know the feeling?"
"Yes please Mrs. Wilson."
My turn to go through the three stages of 'Owws'
