Under Developed - Part 1 - slave girl sara
I was now part of a young modern-day Harem in the heart of the Yorkshire Dales, UK. A Dale is another name for a valley between moors and we lived on the top of one such moorland in a huge house, maybe even a mansion.
I had been bought, as part of a job lot of five girls, from another Master who was moving to a better climate in America. We all had the chance of walking away and either going home or finding a new place ourselves.
Sounds good, but we were looked after, fed, a bed, regular fucking.s, only punished if earned and plenty of girly sex. At our old home with me being the youngest at almost twenty, I was always at the lowest rung of the ladder and had more strap-ons in me than the rest put together.
Some loved me and tried to look after me but the ones who hated me made sure I was hurt, 'to teach the skinny little brat a lesson she will always remember.' Anything broken, it was sara, so who was punished, sara. Sometimes a spanking off the housekeeper or male secretary, if the latter, then a fucking always followed, I never complained.
The house rule was three spankings and the following day was a public whipping or caning, our choice, that's when I was nominated as the recipient, which was allowed. The caning on my back was worst, no fat, just bone. After the public whipping or caning I was sent below stairs for the staff to enjoy me and enjoy me they did.
Our new Sir liked young ladies around him and as I was the youngest at nineteen and had heaps to learn. Under our old Master, they had made me the whipping girl, taking punishment for others, this was not acceptable to our new Sir. His recipe for a happy house is weekly reminders of our place for everyone with always the promise of release if we wished not to accept it. He sometimes gave them himself and if not his secretary or cook and her famous leather strap.
For worse crimes the girl would be sent to the two stable lads who had access to all manner of whips and canes. For their efforts they could keep a girl each for an overnight stay, which in turn meant all their immediate family could use the slave. Their wives were now well used to an extra pussy in their bed.
Any dissent from a girl or fighting other girls was a barn visit for punishment to be given, something they were both well used to if a girl had been speaking or acting out of turn. All the estate workers were welcome to call in at the barn for their share.
With us five newcomers here there was now nine girls, some older women who had special places in the household such as masseurs, or whisker shavers, cock and ball shavers, that sort of thing. The new Sir said he would fuck us all and see what we could offer back and move on the girls he did not want.
"What`s your name?"
"sara Sir"
"Strip naked sara, let me see what I own."
"Yes Sir, at once." I so needed to impress him.
I was soon naked and my clothes neatly folded.
"How old are you, should you legally be here, you look so young."
"I will be twenty next month Sir."
"Why are your tits so small? Why are your nipples still pink and fluffy? Why no flaps on your pussy?"
I began to cry. He rang a bell on his armchair table and the housekeeper came in.
"Take this little girl to the stables and ask them to beat all the tears out of her so she will answer my questions. She is theirs to use for a few days then I want her back, naked, marked and in pain so when I fuck her, she screams."
Even though I cried more as we left the thought of all this happening made me tingle, Sir shouted.
"Also tell them to stretch her tits, redden her nipples, and I want cunt flaps, oh and slap her arse all the way there."
My she was a good bottom slapper. We went via her kitchen; a young man was there.
"David, this little cow is going for some torture at the stables for a few days, would you like to fuck her whilst she can still stand."
"Awww thanks mum."
"You have thirty minutes, oh and finish the spanking I was giving her."
He hooked his finger into my pussy and dragged me forwards.
"Hand or belt on your arse slave?"
He fingered me proper and raised me off my feet.
"Hand please Sir, a hand spanking."