Uni and Me part 1 - slave girl sara brown
Choices
My exam results were way above some people`s expectations, but not above mine. The teachers said I had it in me and with extra tuition in a few subjects, I will come back to that, I should pass and I did. I got straight `A`s in all subjects so the world of universities was mine.
My father wanted me to follow my elder sister and brother into medicine, my mum agreed, she would have got a belting had she disagreed. All I wanted was to be a help people in the future, whatever I chose to study and concentrate on.
Being from our faith-based community with millions of parishioners worldwide, free accommodation should not be, and wasn't, a problem. I will come onto that subject as well later.
Our church organist, Miss Everard had suggested I choose being a music teacher, I can play most instruments and have a passable singing voice. As she used to tell me, only learn to play the music of the song you wish to sing, so, Bohemian Rhapsody was out.
I actually said that to her as a joke and went over her lap, knickers to knees for a swift spanking, and rightly so I suppose. Spankings were one of her teaching aids when she went into our church schools, but to be honest, as far as I knew no one who tried was ever spanked.
While I am on about spanking, my view is a 'knickers to the knees' swift spanking, as retribution for a just committed bit of silliness, is much sexier than a naked spanking. I know it depends on the situation, and I am only putting it out there from a spankee point of view, just saying!
Miss Everard had spoken to my Father about a music university coarse and also mentioned, did he know our church ran scholarships and bursaries to help a student through their studies. I liked the idea and my Father decided I would be better away from home, to help me grow up, so a university in Wales was chosen for me, it was never going to be my choice to leave home though, ever.
It was our end of school year prom and our prom committee suggested everyone stayed locally and booked accommodation overnight. At first my Father said I was not allowed to sleep over and should I suggest it again I would not go to the event and he would cane me. He was safe there, I never questioned any decision he made, ever, but I knew someone very close who would fight my corner, if she thought it a good idea.
At dinner the week before the event, which was a tribute group act, my Father said, as I had helped a lot of different communities whilst at home, he'd had a rethink and if a room was still available I could stay, mum winked at me.
I never actually brought it up with mum, but the week before my Father was away on business, three days and two nights. He often went away to visit customers of the company he ran and stayed, where possible, with families of our faith and community who politely gave him a bed warmer every night. If no daughters old enough it was the wife who bed-warmed.
Me and mum went to the city for the day to shop and have lunch out.
"Whatever is the matter with you sara, you look miserable and have hardly spoken all day."
"Nothing mum, nothing at all."
"Is that two lies sara?"
"Yes mum."
"Drink your Latté, we are going home to deal with your lies."
"Yes mum, sorry."
"Why the tears I have not spanked you yet."
"Sorry mum, really sorry, and I am not trying to get out of what I deserve."
We left the town centre and went for our train, as we waited for the Pelican Lights to turn green I just sobbed and mum pulled me into a shop doorway and let me cry it out on her shoulder. She cuddled me on the train too, we were soon home.
"It has been a long time since we did this and at nearly nineteen I am surprised we are now."
If it was a bad thing I had done, which did happen from time to time, she would ask my grandpa, her dad, to call round. My gran would come too so a full house to see me spanked and belted. Never caned though, that was my Father's job, only whilst I was still at home.
She pulled out her kitchen stool, we all called it her spanking stool growing up. I got undressed and saw her open one of the kitchen drawers, I never looked anymore and folded my clothes, I knew what she was getting out.
"Come here sara. You know the penalty for telling lies don`t you, and I would be failing in my parental duties if I did not spank you."
I just cried and went over her knee for what our old English teacher called a sound hand spanking. I heard her dragging her wooden spoon over the table then felt the twenty swats of it she always gave. She rubbed my bottom over the spanks and wooden spooning she had just given me. I was allowed to cry until she helped me up and onto her knee for a cuddle.
"You now have two simple choices sara."
"Yes mum," sniff.
"You can go upstairs for your bedroom belt or answer this question. Whatever has been the matter with you today sara."
My tears came on again and mum cuddled me again.
"Well mum, I am just sad, I am the only girl not staying over after the prom."
"You are the only girl not staying over after the prom, at the moment!"
I snuggled into her warm body then I went back over her knee for her to put some cream on my sore bottom, how I loved the smell of being over my mum or Gran's knee and that was most days when I used to sleep over.
I had left a message for Ally to ring me regarding a room and she soon did.
"Hi sara, unfortunately all the rooms have gone as the tribute act is so popular and they also have a following, sorry hun."
"No problem Ally, I won`t say anything here, I will wait to see if someone pulls out, thanks anyway."
A couple of days passed and I got a phone call.
"Hi Billy, what can I do for you?"
"More what I can do for you."
"Ok I am intrigued."
"I have a double for our prom night and you can share with me if you wish?"
"Oh that`s brilliant, what do I owe you?"
"Absolutely nothing love, you do enough for everyone else it will be my pleasure to have you."
Now a back story, Billy was only THE fittest boy all the way through our school years. I and most other girls, always fancied the pants off him. I was once outside at a school production and he came out, kissed me and squeezed and juggled my breasts, his hand was going southwards when someone shouted, 'Billy', he looked at me and said he was sorry he thought I was his girlfriend, as it was dark, and ran to her.
"One condition Billy?"
"Yeah no problem, what is it?"
"You fuck me and only me, all night."
"Billy, Billy, you still here?"
"Sorry sara we must have got a crossed line, could you say that again?"
"Sure, I said if you fuck me and only me all night, we have a deal."
"Fuck, that what I thought you were saying, in fact, if we go earlier I will fuck the arse off you after we sign in at the hotel, deal?"
"Deal, see ya."
What a coup, everyone fancied him, oh, who could I possibly tell?
"Mum, Mum?"
"Yes sara?"
"Have you got a minute please?"
"Yes I will be right up."
"What was so urgent you could not come down?"
"I need some advice Mum."
"I am listening."
"I have the chance of a room for the proms, but..."
"But, what's the problem?"
"It`s to share with Billy Powel, Mum."
"And, I ask again, what is the problem?"
