Vacation - Part Two - slave sara brown
Sir`s housekeeper never said a great deal but her strap said a thousand words she was good at using it and thought it as part of her duty to Sir.
Never anything sexual from her, well, not to me in my regular exchanges over her kitchen table.
All that said a few years ago i was having a bad time, nothing i could put my finger on but tears flowed for no reason.
After breakfast i was called from cleaning the lounge room to the housekeeper`s kitchen.
It could not possibly be for anything than a strapping.
I knocked, was called in, removed my dress and laid over the table, as i always did, then started to sob, then cry.
She asked why and i could not answer for crying, i screwed my eyes for her first lash.
She put her hand under my arm and helped me up and sat me on her knee and hugged me and i cried and cried.
She soothed me stroking my back then sat me up, she asked if i was now ok, i nodded and she then lay me over her knee, she said this would help, and i was spanked, long but not too hard, she was right.
Whilst Sir`s hand, belt and thick cane saw to his fun his housekeeper kept abreast of day to day punishments.
On occasions Sir sent his wife down to her for a reminder of her place.
She went with an instruction of what was required and dare not change it, she once did and spent a whole night in the stocks in the courtyard with lots of visitors invited to use her as they thought fit for a liar.
Us lot kept clear but because she could not see who was there both gardeners paid several visits.
It was not always the belt for her, sometimes we heard the whoosh crack of the cane echo through the house, and not just a few.
We all had jobs in the house and worked on a rota system it was hard work over 3 floors and a basement but we kept up to it and took pride in what we achieved.
Sir would almost daily walk into a room, strip the girl naked, put her over his knee and spanked her until she felt his cock pressing against her tummy and knew to go over a table or chair, for support and he would fuck her hard, he always fucked hard.
If he had guests up he would tell the girl to go and bring the amount needed for an afternoon of debauchery.
The girls sucked and fucked until dismissed, the downside being no point in putting their dresses back on as they were summoned to the housekeepers kitchen table for not completing their chores, its a hard life being a slave, for the record whoever gets chosen and used, bloody loves it!
2 days before our auction we had to queue outside Sir`s office, naked for his mark.
For the uninitiated his mark, in this case, not a brand as you would expect, but his cane mark.
Regardless of age or sex you were dealt with alphabetically, no reason and no one was bright enough to ask why.
I was last, sara and next to me was Robert, so as he fingered me, i wanked him, he was sent in stiff so got belted too, hehehe.
Tbf i made it up to him that night.
My turn, Sir checked his register, 23, it was not a question so i never answered just took my place over his desk, his wife smiled as she griped my arms, seemed so regular her action.
I got my marks, cried on the 6th, already had 10 given a few days ago, he felt i needed it, probably he needed the after suck and fuck.
I went to kneel but i was kept hold of by his wife, she whispered, last one in, he is going to fuck you sweetie!
She was right, boy was he up for it how lucky was i?
He rubbed my bottom as he rode, WOW.
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It was the auction eve and we all had to go and sign up, no pressure, all voluntary.
A simple form with simple questions.
