My Dreams Part 1- slave girl sara
One of my many, many fantasies were in recurring dream I was having.
Let me take you the place in my dreams, London, circa1920. I am the eighteen-year-old daughter of one of the servants in the big house at the edge of the city. Mum has worked at the house since leaving school, she was the daughter of two of the many staff, her father, my grandfather was a footman, one or two up from a servant, I think. My dad is also employed, but as a gardener and met mum at one of the Christmas parties the staff were allowed to hold. All was done very properly, he asked my grandfather if he could take mum out to the annual spring fayre in the city, the rest is history, and I was the product of two loving people I knew as my mum and dad.
The owners of the house were rarely seen by the workers below stairs, but they were thought of very highly by the upstairs staff for their warmth and generosity which is more than can be said for the treatment of the below stairs paupers.
I never saw much of the actual upstairs working, growing up and starting work as a lowly skivvy from school, just like mum did. I was lucky to have been schooled, partly by the house tutor and partly at the church school on the edge of the city. If you got your head down and got on with your work the harsh discipline was a lot less than for those who did not work.
My home discipline was dealt by my strict but fair dad, as was mums, and both of us by my grandfather if my father was away working the gardens of one of the other properties owned by the family, which was often. If grandfather called, I was always naked over his knee for hand and belt, even at eighteen, mum got the OTK spanking as well but over one of the few chairs we owned for a hard belting.
My first real personal encounter with the below stairs discipline was a good few year into my service. I had been given the odd face slap, even a dress up and bottom slap but during an argument between cook and the second in command of the upstairs staff I got my biggest ever discipline. I was doing my normal kitchen duties and tried to sneak away to avoid the conflict.
"SARA, did you hear what he said?"
"No Miss."
"So lying as well as leaving your post, Mr. Brown will hear of this directly, a hard slap across my face, back to your position."
Crying my eyes out I continued my duties as they continued their quarrel. It had all blown over and the deputy manager went about his business. I kept my head down working. Cook slapped her hand down on her bread making table,
"SARA, OVER."
I walked towards her unsure of her request.
"Yes Cook, Miss?" Thinking I was to get another job.
"Skirt off, blouse off, time you did some learning girl, over the table and grip the other side. We will just wait for your parents to arrive."
I could not believe her words, what had I done wrong, why parents, would it be her hand or a cane, by the time all had gone through my mind my parents had arrived. Cook addressed me, my parents and the eight or so kitchen staff and a few more, boys mainly who had heard of the imminent naked punishment of a girl.
"I have never even scolded the girl before, then she tried run from her job and worst of all lied, how many do the parents deem warranted as a good and proper hiding?"
Mum did not speak, not allowed, dad was in full charge.
"Twenty cook, then after work a spanking from me she won`t forget, its time she learnt how we were brought up."
I looked up, "Yes Sir."
"Yes, twenty please cook, and don't spare her screams."
I saw from the corner of my eye cook opening the table draw. She removed her long-handled fruit mixing spoon. I was crying before the first swat, and what a swat, "OUCHHHH." She stopped at fifteen, I thought it was over.
