Workhouse to Bathhouse - Part 2 - slave girl sara
He took her hand and placed it down his trousers again and in that short carriage distance she was taught how to wank a gentleman`s cock and suck her work of its crown.
She was assured further lessons of such a nature would follow and they did not long afterwards, he had her make him cum onto his handkerchief.
As they arrived at the beautiful bathhouse building he gave her the silk handkerchief as a memento of her rise up the social ladder.
The gentleman took her up the marble stairs and into the hallway, he told her she would never ever use the stairs again but the workers door in the basement.
They were met by a young man, maybe in his mid 20`s dressed in a light cotton roman toga style, he called the gentleman, Sir and the gentleman told sara she would call everyone Sir or Miss, and not to forget, or she would be given something to remind her.
She did not need it elaborating.
The gentleman offered his hand to sara and she kissed it and thanked him for all his help and advice and hoped to meet him again sometime soon.
The young Sir said she could call him Noah in private if she so wished.
He said he would show her around the 4 areas of her work.
They walked towards a door and took her to a staircase right at the end of a long corridor.
Not the posh polished floor or carpeted staircase but stark concrete steps.
They walked down them and he announced the arrival at the laundry room.
All sara saw were full colourful dresses and line after line of frilly pants, a thing she had never owned, either of them.
The ladies were all neatly dressed in a grey skirt, white blouse and black, highly polished shoes.
They were putting the used clothes into a cream coloured drum, adding some powder, closing the lid and pushing a button.
Further down the line of drums someone was taking washing out, all clean and sparkly and hanging on a line hung over heaters to dry.
Then even further down they were taken off the line, ironed and folded ready to be delivered.
Not an open tub or scrub board in sight.
Noah got her a tin mug of cold water as the heat was pretty full on.
They sat near the far staircase where the completed laundry was put in a hand pulled lift to the ground floor to be loaded on a covered trailer for delivery and the collection of more washing.
Also at the bottom of the staircase was a wooden spanking horse.
She posed the question has he ever been over it, he blushed, maybe a few times and it was not pleasant.
Up the staircase and back to a door opening onto the main hallway, but not where they came in.
There was a door marked office and Noah knocked and waited.
It was opened by a more senior man, Mr. Jones. 50 maybe and she was introduced and only spoke if spoken to.
He looked eager to either see her naked, fuck her or beat me, maybe all three and she suppose a small price to pay for her new position and she had only seen the laundry.
Noah was sent outside and sara was beckoned to his desk where he produced a brown paper bag and he told her to put her workhouse dress in.
She removed it at once and placed it in the bag.
Her mum taught her if ever naked in front of her betters always to place her hands on her head and stick out her 2 main assets, as small as they were.
He called for Noah who was told to take her upstairs to be bathed by Miss. Wade, then brought back to him where i would be given 3 uniforms, one to wear for one day, one to have ready for the day after and one to wash.
He also told Noah not to fuck her going up or coming back down.
