My Journey Part 2 slave girl sara
The six month contract from my first sale had ended and I was given a fond farewell by the son of the house. I then moved on to my next chapter.
He stood by my face, "See how well I can wank myself stiff sara?" just as we had discovered in the many times I was in his bed.
I nodded and he gave me a wonderful ten minutes on the end of his cock, then wiped me with his hanky and I knelt and cleaned him up.
Why, Oh why did I leave?
My details were written down by the auction secretary, a very pretty girl a few years younger than me.
Name - sara brown
Next of Kin - None
Any serious illnesses - None
Age -- Twenty-Four
Bust - 32 A
Height - Five foot two inches
Hair colour - Blondish
"I will of course need you to strip for me to examine you."
I began to undress.
"No, no, not here Miss."
She called me Miss, first time ever, I shed a tear, I thought maybe, one day. She took my hand and led me, clipboard in hand, to a room at the end of the corridor.
"You may go behind that curtain and undress and call me when you are, I was going to say naked, but you already are."
I knew the drill so started undressing as we opened the door.
"Would you like a shower or bath, (she looked at her pad), sara?"
"Please Miss, would you like to wash me?"
"Would you like me to report you to my manager, who would whip you and throw you out?"
"No Miss, I apologise, sorry."
"Well this time I will just smack your bottom."
She took my clothes off the chair I had put them on and laid them on the desk. She sat down and patted her knee and I bent over. I was given the spanking I deserved but had to fake the tears, she was so weak, bless her. I showered, dried and dressed.
"Sorry I had to spank you, (another check of her clipboard), sara, but my mum said always correct a misdemeanour with a spanking."
"You were only doing your job and I thank you for your speed in putting me over your knee. May I ask, are you punished a lot at home."
"Yes you may ask, and yes, I am punished if I am naughty."
"May I ask how Miss?"
"Again, yes you may ask, over mum's knee and spanked by hand or bath brush and locked in my room till my dad came home or sent to our Pastor for discipline education."