Back In The Day - slave girl sara
When I was growing up with my parents and older brother Billy, things did not seem too hard for us, we kept warm, ate well and were all happy.
Our house was not big, but it was cosy and loving. We were at the end of the terrace so had a back yard and a small side garden.
I had a really small bedroom, but I had a bed, bedside cupboard and a desk with a lamp that my gran bought me one Christmas. I used these when I was doing my schoolwork. In my cupboard is a hanging space, although I had little to hang up, a shelf for my three jumpers and three blouses and a drawer for my undies and socks. Resting on a shelf top were my books, I loved to read. My brother had a slightly bigger room next to mine and my parents had the room opposite us at the front of the house.
We had an upstairs inside toilet with a sink for a strip wash and doing our teeth, not many down our street had that. Would have been nice had it locked but I suppose none of us had anything to hide. My mum said my dad had converted a built-in wardrobe into the small toilet, he was so clever my daddy, I love him so much. She said they did not have many clothes so a wardrobe was a waste of space.
Downstairs was a kitchen, and a front room/dining room. At the front of our house was a quiet road we used to play in growing up.
At the back was a yard was another toilet, which the men mainly used, or me if I was playing out. Joined on was a store where we kept our coal and logs.
On the back of the coal house door, hung on a nail, was a tin bath we used every Friday. You had to sit up in it with it being so small, even for me. Mum had to heat pans of water up on our fire range to pour into it. It seemed like hours waiting for my turn.
It was my dad who was always first in, and my mum washed his front then I washed his back with a long handled brush, I just loved doing things for him. It was the same brush I sometimes felt on my bottom if he fancied a change from his belt.
A pan of the cooling water would then be taken out and anther pan of hot water poured in, and it was mum's turn. My dad used to wash her front, my how they used to laugh about it, then I was called to wash her back and her hair.
Billy was next, after the water exchange and I had to wash him back and front, then it was my turn. We had run out of hot water by then and my bath was only warm at best and our Billy used to trump in it.
Fast forward, we were still in our small end terrace house. We all worked, my daddy was a bus driver, my mummy a home help for poorly people, my brother Billy was a plumber, and me.
When we left school, we had to find a job, unless you were really clever, and went to college, think I was just ordinary.
I had a couple of jobs before finally I got a job at the local Co-operative shop at the end of the next street to ours, and I love it, been here five years now.
I help out wherever needed and on whichever shift I am needed on now we open later at night.
I was once threatened with the sack as a lady had reported me for ignoring her. To keep my job the trade-off was the manager would fuck me as and when he wanted and gave me a good spanking every week.
When my dad saw my red bottom, from the manager, it was a belting, when the manager saw the belt marks, it turned him on so was a good fucking.
I fit him between some of the waggon delivery drivers who liked the odd suck and feel and of course me wanking them. Only a few ever fucked me.
I suppose the biggest thing that had happened to us was we now had a bit of a building joined onto ours at the back and Billy had put in a new bath and another toilet. Bath nights were similar, except now, we had two baths a week and if we lit the cooker range we had heaps of hot water for free.
My dad first, as usual, and mum did his back, mum second and dad washed her front and still me doing her back and hair.
Then Billy, but I now had to wank him into the bath after washing him, then it was my turn to bathe.
I had to fish out any floating cum I had not caught in my hand or mouth when I wanked him.
Now Billy washed me all over and fingered me and before getting out I had to kneel up so he could squeeze my tits whilst I sucked him off, I so loved it, all that attention just for me.
My dad was sometimes grumpy and got stricter, so I got to feel lots of his cane and strap on my bare bottom, to be fair, mum got her share too.
My mum said daddy loved me so much he wanted me to choose all the right paths offered to me and keeping me well-disciplined was his way of guiding me.
As I grew up my puppy fat turned into boobs, I tried to look as fashionable and as sexy as I could. I did years at night school and learned to be a seamstress so I could make all sorts of clothes for me my family and friends.
I was still punished as much, if not more, not only if I was naughty or displeased him, but if he felt a good spanking or belting would focus me on the life he wanted me to live. Sometimes it was when they had guests, like: "Did you ask if they would like a cup, of tea sara?
"No Sir."
"Dress off and over you go."
By dress off he meant, naked, got to say I loved flashing my bits for their enjoyment.
He sometimes offered any male visitors my bottom to spank, and they always took up the offer.
Then corner time, maybe ten minutes, then on his knee for a cuddle and show how my tiny buds were now womanly tits. I so loved my daddy and was grateful for his love back to me and his guidance.
He kept saying to me;
"Watch out for the boys who just want to get into your pants and remember we keep all that sort of thing in the family until you meet Mr. Right, promise?"
"I promise daddy."
I was pretty cute though, in so much that I would make a low-cut top, showing all my tits except my nipples, but when I went out, I put a T-shirt under to please my dad. I would take it off as soon as I got out and hide it behind our back gate post till I came back in. This worked on quite a few occasions, till the night of the big storm.
A few of us girls went clubbing into the city with a few guys. Some of us were in the alley behind the club, exploring.
I had put my knickers in my bag, just in case I fancied anyone, well I did. It was easy to spill my tits and he soon realised how lucky he was going to be. I was just being lifted off the ground by the cock of a rather handsome man when it happened.
