A series of 3 true stories from when i first joined Don Brown as a trainee house slave early in 2020, hope you enjoy them, part 2 is about life after the Panel.
After the Panel Part 2- slave girl sara
Saturday afternoon and evening was quiet for me and no Maintenance on the Sunday morning after I woke Sir and Daisy either.
I lay over my pillows a good 10 minutes waiting, Sir popped his head round my door, "Start preparing breakfast sara."
So I got up and went straight down.
Thank goodness Daisy is feeling better and got up for breakfast.
"After church you will be going home with your Father for a couple of days break from the routine you have here sara."
I wanted to ask why but knew it was not really my place to question Sir, let alone question Father.
"Thank you Sir, may I go pack?"
"Yes, after your have cleared the table."
I put a few things into my backpack, mainly clean undies as I have quite a lot of clothes still at home.
In church I went to sit with all my family, even grandpa and gran were there today.
I chuckled to myself, wonder if grandpa would be coming back for dinner, been ages since I was naked over his knee, or fathers, or John or Luke for that matter.
Our Pastors sermon was based on obedience and as was his way, he had his audience hooked on one story after another.
I helped with the after-service teas and who else should be helping was one of my fellow Elder panellists of yesterday, Jane.
She put her arms around me and kissed me on the lips.
She whispered "Would you like to skip our tea and go into the dressing room for 5 minutes after we have served, I owe you a dept and would like to start paying you back?"
I was so surprised and nodded a yes.
We served the teas and met in the room we had last seen each other in together yesterday morning.
I let her take the lead.
She lifted her jumper and revealed a sweet pair of braless titties with stretched out nipples, she took my hands and placed one on each.
My jumper was next up and her hands between my arms went under my bra and soon had my nipples reaching out to meet hers.
Unusual for me to wear a bra but its a caning off my father not to wear any undies.