Chapter 06 -- Slave routine
Officer Eve Bousquet woke up just before sunrise. Trish was still asleep. That morning was the very last time she would have the luxury of sleeping while her Mistress was awake. Starting on Friday, she'd have to wake up and have her owner's breakfast ready and her uniform cleaned and pressed. However, there was no point of her getting up early until she had been trained, something that would be taken care of over the next several days.
Eve would be responsible for most of her servant's training, with a single important exception. She felt that it would be better if someone else taught Trish how to do the daily chores; that it would be preferable to for a third person to teach the American what she needed to do around the house. Eve's next door neighbor was the perfect candidate for that task: a strict older woman who was an immaculate housekeeper.
Eve got dressed and entered the living room. Already the sun was up, with the promise that the day, as always, would be infernally hot. The police officer clapped her hands, startling her still-sleeping ward. Trish was disoriented, but immediately rolled off her cot and got on her knees. She was very nervous, because so far, seeing her Mistress in uniform always had meant something unpleasant or painful was about to happen.
"Good morning, Servant Trish!"
"Good morning, Mistress Bousquet."
"Today is training day for you. You're going to do something you've never done in your life: work. As I'd imagine you realized last night, I'm leaving you in the hands of my neighbor, who'll be teaching you what you need to know. When you're with her, you will show her the same respect you'd show me. When you're with her, you will kneel, just like you would with me, and refer to her as Mistress Flora. Her husband's name is Pierre, and he is to be called Master Pierre. Do you understand?
"Yes, Mistress Bousquet"
"Good girl. Now, remember. Mistress Flora and Master Pierre are very good friends of mine. I've known them since I was a teenager. Mistress Flora was one of my teachers in school. She helped me get settled after my divorce. She means a lot to me, and you'd better never forget that. Simple and easy for both of us. Yes?"
"Yes, Mistress Bousquet."
Eve was ready to take Trish over to the neighbor's house, but there was something she had to do with her servant first. She knew that the seduction would have to wait until the evening at the earliest. However, the temptation of having that lovely body within her reach for the past day was overwhelming. She needed to at least touch her. In a commanding cop's voice Eve ordered Trish to put her hands against the wall and spread her feet. The servant's knees trembled as she obeyed.
Eve took a few moments to admire Trish as she stood in that submissive position, a position that anyone ever arrested is familiar with. The officer noted the American's exposed bottom. The whip marks from the interrogation had faded to faint bruises. The girl had a bikini line from a thong she liked to wear at her pool in Baton Rouge. The tan-line was fading as well. The pale line across her waist probably would be gone by the end of the day, given that she would be working outside for several hours.
Eve did not want any distractions for that evening, including sunburn. She dabbed some sunscreen on her servant's shoulders, using that as an excuse to massage the girl's back. She wiped off her hands before massaging her ward's stomach to make sure it was not swollen. Of course, she also had to make sure the bruises on Trish's bottom were healing, so she sensuously ran her hands over the American's trembling backside. Her heart raced as she finally touched and explored that lovely bottom that had so tempted her.
"You have healed nicely. I hope I won't have to punish you again, because you really do have a lovely bum."
Eve ordered Trish to turn around and stared into her eyes. She pinched the servant's chin with her thumb and forefinger.
"You will be on your best behavior today. Don't disappoint me. Simple and easy for both of us. Yes?"
Trish, her eyes wide with fear and her knees trembling, managed to get out:
"Yes, Mistress Bousquet."
Eve led her servant next door to the neighbor's house. To her dismay, Trish saw the older woman holding a freshly cut switch. She later learned that, when she was still working, the switch had been an important part of Mistress Flora's teaching. All of her students, including Eve, had felt the switch on their bare bottoms at some point during the school year.
The retiree tapped her neighbor's new servant with the switch and ordered her to follow her into the house. She spent several hours teaching her how to do various household chores. In spite of the implied threat from the switch in her hand, Trish had to admit that Flora was fair as an instructor. She was good at explaining tasks and showing through example what a servant needed to do. She made sure Trish completely understood how to perform a chore before moving on to something else. She did not take it for granted that what she was teaching was easy for someone who had never done any housework.
The next thing Flora wanted to teach the younger woman was how to pick fruit and harvest mangos. For the rest of the morning Trish wandered around both yards picking up mangos, sorting the good ones from the damaged ones, cleaning them, and boxing them for the local fruit vendor. When all the mangos were picked up from the ground Flora handed Trish a pole with a basket and a hook for pulling ripe mangos from the upper branches. Trish got up on a ladder to pick fruit from the lower branches, and used the pole to get mangos from the higher branches. She spent several hours collecting fruit, but she only harvested a small fraction of what was on that tree.
Several neighborhood boys showed up and watched her as she moved about the yard with her harvesting pole. The boys didn't say anything rude, but being forced to work in the nude in front of an audience was totally humiliating. Flora was not sympathetic to the servant's plight: she ordered her to carry boxes of mangos to the front of the property and stack them on the sidewalk, right where her spectators were standing. By then, one of the boys had brought a digital camera and started taking pictures of her. Trish glanced at Flora, silently pleading to either be let off or for her to chase off the boys. Flora responded by flexing her switch. Tears welled up in the naked servant's eyes as she silently continued working and the camera continued to click.
When noon came around, Trish was weak from hunger. Flora called her onto the back porch and told her how to boil rice with vegetables and cut up fruit for salads and juice. After serving the two older people, she sat on the back steps and ate her portion of the lunch. Then she had to clean up, not only after herself, but also after Flora and Pierre. It was the first time in her life she ever had to clean up after someone else's meal.
