Future Wife Training - Part 1 - slave girl sara
It is not essential, but most men feel it will be of benefit for a young bride or partner to be trained so as to be fully aware of their duties. Most registered Disciplinarians will perform this task, sessions of one or more days can be booked, depending on which options are selected from those on offer.
Whilst most brides would much rather not attend, if their fathers or forthcoming Masters say they need to attend, then they attend.
Maria, a sub in this case, knew the main reasons she had to attend, but was still very scared of what would happen to her.
Having been a sub for a few years now, at twenty her father thought it time he moved her on and whilst no actual cash was thought to have changed hands an agreement was made with another family who were looking for a sub that Joseph, their son, could use and train.
Joseph`s father had to pay for her training, and he had the choice, one to one training or a class of three or more. Being careful with his money, he chose a class tuition.
Maria was a good girl and was always obedient at home with her Father and Ben, her brother. Her mother had met another man and left the community they lived in to go abroad. Although Maria was eighteen at the time, she still could not understand the reasons why she left. Her father and brother were strict, but never brutal or unkind.
She had to take on the duties of her mother, so university was out of the question even though she was the top scholar in her school year. Her days now were full of cooking and cleaning.
She knew how demanding her father was, having heard him fucking her mother a couple of times a night. If her mother was not up at the top level when being fucked she would be strapped over her bed in the morning. Every three strappings earned her mum a caning over the dining table and Maria and Ben had to watch, as a training lesson for them both. They then had to leave the room as she sucked him, and he fucked her.
It was Thursday morning and Maria caught the train into the city and walked to her nine o'clock Disciplinarian appointment. She knew where she was going, it was behind a popular department store she enjoyed visiting thanks to her father`s generous monthly allowance.
Maria is me; I took a deep breath in and rang the bell to the Whiptime Clinic.
A young lady answered the door.
"Yes?"
"Maria Bolton for my nine o'clock appointment Miss."
I followed her down a corridor to the reception.
"Are you wearing a brassiere?"
"No Miss, I was told not to."
"Strip off and put your clothes in the blue basket."
I looked round and saw a few more in the waiting area. I lifted my jumper and took it off.
"Hands on your head."
Strange I had not finished undressing. Miss stood in front of me and hit both my breasts with her hand, hard.
"Hesitation, now strip."
I got undressed and put my clothes in a basket.
"Bend right over."
The same hard hand hit each of my bottom cheeks, again, hard.
"Not listening, I said blue basket."
"Sorry Miss."
The other two waiting learnt from my slapping's and did exactly as they were told.
Miss came to me with a marker pen.
"First Name?"
"Maria Miss."
