Part 4 sara's Transition
We were soon going down a drive to, The House on Sea, my name for it, beautiful.
It looked so big with lots of other buildings behind it, i would never be able to find my way around.
As Carl parked up the sand and sea was almost as near as the house was to us, would i ever have a happier day?
Sir helped me out and the smell of the sea filled my nostrils and the sound in the air was like when you hols a shell to your ear, you pretend you can hear the sea, well it was real, you could hear the sea.
I got my bag of worldly goods from Carl out of the car boot, the crowning glory was the sand and the shells.
Sir had already moved towards the house and i ran after him.
"Follow me sara, dont dawdle."
"Sorry Sir, i had to collect my bag."
"That`s Carls job."
"Sorry Sir, still learning."
5 wide and shiny marble steps led us to the front door and as we entered, Carl had already told Housekeeper/cook we had arrived and she had lined up the staff to welcome me, all who looked to be hung like Carl, i hoped.
Ages, i am not too good at this, i reckon 2 of each older and younger than me.
Cook looked a sweetheart, Carl must have deserved his caning or maybe she just wanted to see his will bounce, i know i would and as often as possible.
Imagine lying flat on your back with Carl`s cock swinging backwards and forwards over your mouth and you had to catch it, what a prize.
When caught you had to suck him hard and spin in front of him so he could choose where to put it, win/win, lol.
One of the younger girls took me under her wing, on cook`s orders, and showed me to my room, third floor so a high elevation, which i always loved to have, the front of the house, getting the morning sun and a view, and what a view it was, the seaside, the actual living seaside.
We sat on my bed and the girl maid, Ellen, gave me a rundown of everyone, she said that cook gave no one a second chance, get it wrong, get the cane or strap after being over her knee.
Ellen stood and dropped her trousers and knickers to show her stripes, i was allowed to count.
8, what a strange number, i thought it was either 6 or 12.
"What happened Miss Ellen?"
"A few days ago when on my own, i dropped a plate and it broke in 2.
I gently put it together and put it under all the other plates.
Cook decided to clean her cupboards out and i got 8 off her cane, full weight."
"How did she know it was you Miss Ellen?"
"Oh simple, she did not know, all the indoor staff got caned, the older 2 got 11 each."
"Can i tell you a secret Miss Ellen."
"Of course, anything sara."
"Wow she called me sara.
Well Miss Ellen, did you know she had caned Carl too?"
She smiled, "Yes sara i did, i saw it happen, you should have seen his cock bouncing."
I knew it would bounce, just knew it.
I touched her stripes gently, she jumped, then turned round and put my hand on her cute hairy mound, not been there long by the look of it, just growing.
My middle finger slipped down and pressed on her hood, again she jumped.
"Kneel sara, let`s see how good and long your tongue is."
I sure knew how to suck, i had plenty of practice over the years both family and the ones who bought my services off my brother.
I began by chattering my teeth, quite hard on her hood then sucked her tint clitty between my lips, i tested her sweet cum.
I took up my lip sucking position to take as much cum as she gave, twice she cum dry, the sweet young girl.
I brought 2 fingers into play and soon had her writhing om my bed in ecstasy, then put the icing on her sweet young cake as i rubbed her stripes with my free hand.
After an initial, Owwwwww, she lowered her tone to moans of joy.
I kept working her pussy until she pushed me off and stood.
"I feel you are going to be fucked by all who can here slave girl an spanked by the same amount, on such a small cute bottom, in fact, hop over my knee."
"Should i strip naked Miss Ellen?"
"Just over salve."
She pulled my knickers tight up my bottom crack and spanked both sides.
I gave the the odd scream and cry but to be honest they were from cums not pain.
She let me down, stood, pulled up her knickers and trousers and walked to the door.
"The bathroom is 3 doors down, you will be seeing lots of me slave girl,"
"Yes Miss Ellen."
I was not being funny in calling her that, but deadly serious, i remembered my place.
"Good Girl." i took that as a compliment too, although i was a lot smaller than her she was years younger, but still my better, and all of my choosing and dare i say, my needing?
I was alone, in MY room with My view and My thoughts.
I had my own wardrobe, nothing to put in it though.
A dressing table and small stool, my mind raced and i saw myself over that stool in time to come.
A small bedside table, i knew exactly what i would use it for, but will ask first.
Part 5 Willow`s Transition
We drove another 20 minutes or so and pulled off the main road, through some large electric gates, down a track towards the beach again, then a large house on the shoreline.
"Home Willow, what do you think?"
I just cried and he hugged me, "Shhhhh sweet Willow."
"Just before we get out of the car you need to know a few things about your new position.
You are owned outright by the house owner that does not mean to say, if you have a serious opinion on anything, you are not allowed to speak up.
The last slave decided that 4 years was long enough and asked to leave.
The next day she was back in the UK, strangely enough she chose the Slave Emporium again and her bank account was transferred to them the same day.
She never had a reason, she just knew it was what she wanted.
As house slave you only have one way to go in the pecking order of the house.
You should never be abused but often used, any questions?"
"Not one Sir, thank you for helping me to understand and thank you so much for today, i just hope the dream continues Sir."
The driver opened the door, "Oh, just thought of a question Sir, what should i call the driver?
That just earned you a bedtime spanking Willow, did you not understand about pecking orders?"
I bowed my head, "Yes i did Sir, and I apologise, and deserve all I earn Sir."
As the driver helped me out of the car i pinched his Willy, "Oh, sorry Sir."
He gave we a wink, "That`s spanking number 2 you just earned."
I followed Sir up the stairs to a veranda circling the house, i was taken around the back to the servant`s entry i guess.
We stopped before going in, "kneel."
I pulled my dress over my head, knelt and took out his cock.
As taught in the slave Emporium my eyes fixed on his eyes as i sucked.
He was no way big but a pleasing mouth and throat full just the same.
He raised me off my knees by my nipples, sat me on the veranda rail and we rode each other until he was ready to cum then i was back on my knees to take a cock full, he was generous in his issuing by a squirt at a time.
He helped me up, gently lifting me under my arms, i pecked a kiss on his cheek, "Thank you Sir."
He held my dress up and slid it over my head.
I wanted to say, my day gets better and better, but thought i would only speak if asked anything.
We walked down a flight of stairs and into a hallway and along a corridor to the end, i guessed the front of the house again but a level down.
He knocked and walked in, i followed.
"Outside you till your called slave girl."
I shot back outside, i saw my left breast pulsating with the shock.
"Come in slave girl, say thank you to Sir for brining you."
"Thank you Sir for brining me here."
Sir ruffled my hair and left.
"I see you are desperate to be taught manners, walking into a room without being called."
"Yes Miss, i curtsied, my name is Willow Miss, i am so sorry, and will I be punished?"
She sat on a high stool, "You sure will slave girl, she dragged me over her knee and pulled my dress up to my waist, where are your knickers slave girl?"
I had no idea, "Was not given any Miss."
My first new home spanking began, and it was thorough, thorough enough to have me screaming.
She spanked from behind my knees, the tops of my thighs and all my bottom to my waist.
It was so painful, worst ever, hurt so much, until that is, my fidgeting found the keys fastened to her belt.
Oh my God, my soul left my body as i drifted, "BANG" i was soon brought back to the here and now as i landed onto the floor, in a heap.
I lay still a while as she knelt beside me rubbing my back, as my eyes opened she sat me up and pulled me to her chest, rocking me.
She had no idea, at all, that it was her keys not her hand which had been the culprit in my fall,
I was helped up and sat on a settee as she got me some water.
"Let`s pop some cream on your bottom."
She spun me over back into the spanking position and gently soothed my bottom.
"Maybe i was a little hasty in scolding you, your new and not to know how things work here, i won`t mention it to Sir, this time."
"Oh thank you Miss."
When all had settled she pressed a button on the wall and a young girl came in, "Take Willow to the slave`s old room Alice,"
"Yes Ma-am."
I followed a young, like, younger than me, by far, girl.
Dressed like a maid, not like a tart though, just really smart.
Up 3 flights of stairs at the end of the corridor was a lonely brown door, it was to be my door.
She opened it and let me in.
"Thank you Miss."
She slapped my face.
"Strip slave let me see what we have here."
I began to pull my dress over my head.
A hard SLAP on my tummy.
"Too slow slave, you will soon learn not to cross me."
I got my dress knickers and bra of, "Yes Miss, i mean no Miss."
She pulled my nipples left, right, up and down.
"Too floppy slave, we need them tightening up."
"Sorry Miss."
She fingered me roughly.
"Too slack slave, who wants to fuck a slack cunt?"
Who was she, what right had she to treat me so bad, and why would i get a tingle?
"Legs apart."
