Lessons Re-Learnt -- slave girl sara
This is a true story from my time as an 18-year-old trainee slave with Sir Don and Daisy Brown
I was in my room at Sir's on my laptop awaiting the shout from Daisy for dinner
time. I had done the preparation and set the table but Daisy was tonight`s cook.
Instead of shouting she came up to my room.
She said I was skipping dinner and going on the six o'clock train to Winston, about five stops away from Leeds.
I was gutted for two reasons, missing dinner as I was starving, and missing my night out with the girls in town. Everyone knows Fridays nights are for getting a few drinks and picking up a boy or two for a lean-on-the-wall fuck.
I was never worried about where I was going if Sir had sorted it, I trusted his judgment with my life.
In fact I liked to have a nosy around if it was someone's home.
I packed my rucksack and put my phone in the back pocket of my jeans, I never went anywhere without it, my whole life is in my phone.
I grabbed some chewing gum from my dresser and went downstairs.
"Short notice I know sara, it was a cancelation and we did not want you to miss the opportunity."
"That's fine Sir, I know you only have my interests at heart."
First clue, as I saw Daisy`s eyebrows raised at Sir.
"Out of the station by the newsagents and look for a new Range Rover in Black, like mine."
"Yes Sir."
"A lady will call you over by your name."
Second clue, no name for the lady.
I was on the six o'clock train and was off again eighteen minutes later. I went and stood by the newsagents, hands by my side, tits sticking and over my low cut blouse.
"sara!"
I looked to my left and the car was there with the window down, I was beckoned over.
"In the back, quick as you like."
Clue three and one of those knotted tummy feelings.
I would act cute, not as in lovey-dovey but as in polite.
"Yes Ma'am, thank you for picking me up Ma'am."
"Belt up."
"Sorry Ma'am."
"No you silly child, put your seat belt on."
We never spoke again, I knew the area pretty well as a few girlfriends lived there and I had stayed over many a night to sleep with their brothers, just joking, only sometimes!
Up the main street and through the council house estate to the new builds, then past them to the big houses on the moor side, we pulled up a long drive and she parked.
"Girl and do not forget your bag."
She pulled a tissue of her pocked, "Spit and bend over,"
I spat my gum and waited.
"Take a trainer off."
I did as I was told and as bending to undo the second one I felt an almighty crack over my jeans, six in all.
"Will you be chewing gum again when meeting someone sara?"
"No Ma'am, never ever." Yes I was in tears, she f'kin hurt.
I followed her up three steps and into a gorgeous hallway the size of most people`s front rooms.
"You will use the back door if ever on your own sara."
"Yes Ma'am."
Clue four the trainer spanking, and clue five using the back door, do not think I needed any more clues,
Looks like a weekend of learning with no relief for my bottom.
I was taken to a room, down some steps in the cellar, Ma'am opened the door to two beds with a small cupboard next to each one.
"No speaking allowed from now till told?"
"No Miss," came my reply.
"You know what I mean if I say silence."
"Silence Ma'am."
"Trainer."
I bent over for six more whacks off Ma'am with it.
"It was not a question."
"Get naked and pop your clothes in the cupboard."
Should I speak, "Yes Ma'am."
I passed her my trainer, she declined.
"You will have a roommate in due course."
I nodded,
"Phone please."
I hesitated, "Please may I keep it Ma'am?"
She sat on my bed undid my jeans, I had no knickers on as instructed by Daisy.
"This is one of the reasons you are here, back chat and unable to take an instruction, I think you know your next action."
I draped over her knee for a top of my legs spanking, the worst place ever for me being so skinny down there.
I was soon screaming but she did not slow down.
As I stood, jeans around my knees, with tear-filled eyes I saw her take my phone.
"Nooooooooooooo."
Ma'am stood up and took the bedroom belt off its hook on the door.
I readily bent over the end of my bed to be lashed on my bottom and on my back,
"Stand and lift your tits by your nipples."
Just touching my nipples after her hand and belt I shuddered but still got three hard whacks across each tit.
"Let's make those nipples a little less soothing shall we?"