Workhouse to Bathhouse - Part 1 - slave girl sara
It was 1922 and young sara was of an age to leave her mother`s side in the workhouse to take up a position in a nearby wash and bath house.
Her duties were to alternate between the two houses, one washed and ironed clothing the other bathed and dried the gentry.
The King had decreed all children of workhouse mothers be given an opportunity to make something of their young lives and at 18 sara was deemed to be such a child and now a pretty petite young lady.
Her upbringing was hard but fair and she often saw her mum taken away to the main building if her work was not of the required standard, and as was the punishment regime in such places, for all, was sharp and to the point, she always came back tearful and in some discomfort.
Her mum had told her from an early age not to get familiar with the home wardens, men or women, as it was a signal for you offering yourself to them.
As she got older and more mature she heard people say how they had fucked someone last night, as they were sort of unchained prisoners in the workhouse they still had sexual needs.
sara thought it a fair exchange of needs but at 18 was pretty naïve on those matters.She had been taught how to relieve herself if she got such desires, not easy in a dormitory full of other people, but achievable if careful.
sara was called to the main building on reaching 18 and given a warning and demonstration on what to expect if she ever got as lazy as her mother and aunts.
She was stripped naked, not to hard as she only wore a workhouse dress.
She was manhandled over a large, well worn, leather horse, the sort used for getting the best out of a girl or woman.
A leather belt was placed over her waist and the lady who ran the workhouse unhooked a large leather strap off the wall.
It was offered to the upturned sara to kiss, she declined and the punisher announced because she had disrespected her the punishment of 10 was doubled to 20 lashes.
She added, you have of course the right to be unstrapped and walk away, that is right out of the area.
Thwack, Ouchh, Thwack, Ouchh, Thwack, Ouchh, Thwack, screams.....
She got to 10 and the lady handed the strap to her number 2, a 20 something man.
When they were alone he walked to her screaming crying head.
He gave her a choice of 3 answers to a single question he would pose;
1) 10 more whacks from him twice as hard
2) Giving him the use of her body.
3) Being unfastened and leaving the workhouse and indeed the area.
He took out his grubby cock and waved it under her nose and over her lips.
No answer, he walked behind her and undoubled the belt so it was now a whip and hit her bottom so hard it rocked the spanking horse.
She screamed out to take her body.
She was new to all this and did not realise the implications but was soon about to learn.
sara was soon only breathing through her nose and his cock pounded her young mouth, she gagged on his every thrust.
He moved behind her, spit on her tiny rose bud and slowly pushed into her bummy hole.
