A continued episode of my favourite theme of reoccurring dreams.
My Dreams Part 5 - slave girl sara
I had spent the night in the room of the house guest paying the debt for my mother. This made me late for my work in the kitchen.
Although I lay dazed, I looked up, "Thank you Sir," I lay back down until I was collected and delivered back home, both my parents had gone to work. I washed my face, put on my dress and went down to the kitchen.
"You decided to come to work at last girl, (she reached into her spoon drawer,) dress off and over your table, you know the rules."
We always had an option given to us by the house, but the second option was to pack your bags and move on! I gently removed my dress and bent over.
"Get dressed girl, you are excused the rest of the day."
She helped me up and put the dress over my head.
"Alice, watch the meat."
Cook took me by the arm and helped me to the bottom of the staircase.
"Thank you so much Miss." I went to unhook arms.
"Shhhh sara, I will take you home."
I was shocked on three counts. One, her linking up with me. Two, helping me up five flights of stairs. And finally and most shocking of all, she knew my name, after all this time, wow.
"So you were the person repaying a family debt, Annie`s daughter?"
"Yes Miss."
"Brave, brave girl."
Tears came on the third staircase, Miss stopped on the landing and ever so gently pulled me towards her and kissed my hair,
"Let it all out sweetie." And I did.
At last, we reached our door, Miss opened it and helped me in. She put the kettle on the stove and looked for a bowl.
"Can you get naked sara, some of those welts need bathing. Your mum keeps a tidy home sara."
I got undressed and cook bathed my bad welts. She must have spent nearly an hour with me and as she was leaving said;
"Rest tomorrow too, and when you come back on Saturday you will move to puddings."
She kissed my cheek and left me, I just got the door closed behind her when more tears followed and this time, not hurt tears.
Over the weeks, months and years that followed I was soon skilled in most of the kitchen tasks and was cook's number two. We got on like a surrogate mother and daughter. Absolutely no problems at all from me, I was as perfectly behaved as it would be possible to be. I did my work duties like every day was a new task and was never in a rush to get away after work. Same at home looking after my dad`s needs, plus helping mum out a little more. Spankings were still regular and painful and as I got older the thankyous were more involved and a pleasure for us all.
The house discipline over the years has not wilted at all and as new gentry and family members of the household have evolved, they now have little respect for below stairs, girls in particular. The old master of the house had passed a few years ago and his son took over and immediately introduced a punishment book. He also had his own set of rooms at the opposite side of the house to his family, including lounge, office, dressing room and bedroom.
