Greythorntan Hall 1940 Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Greythorntan Hall 1940 Ch. 01

Greythorntan Hall 1940 - Birthday - slave girl sara

Let me take you back to a very cold day in February 1940 when I was born into service. I say I was born into it as my mum was sent into service by her parents when she finished school at fourteen and I was destined to follow.

She was never owned by anyone but was looked after well by the hall, if she behaved. Misbehaviour was a spanking or strapping by cook but if it was something more serious a public flogging helped keep the rest of the staff on their toes, not sure if mum was ever flogged.

Mum was not married but was allowed to keep me because as a seamstress she was invaluable to any house and in particular Greythorntan Hall. The grand house had twenty bedrooms and countless other rooms and like any great hall of its period it had servants` quarters and kitchens below stairs.

Mum and my room was in the centre of the building and we adjoined one of the oven chimneys from the kitchens so were rarely cold in winter and as the basements were always cold needed it in summer too. Our beds were just straw packed into covers mum had made with pillows made from covers packed with remnants mum saved from her sewing. My cover was an old horse blanket. We had two proper chairs with cushions, and our table was part of a huge packing case, for light we were provided with candles.

Discipline was always pretty instant growing up and always on my bare bottom, no matter who was around. I knew it would change when I was ...

... eighteen, which was yesterday.

I also went to school, I missed the first couple of years as it was about a mile away and I was not allowed to go on my own until I was eight. They concentrated on the three "Rs", Reading (W)riting and (A)rithmatic. I was in a class of about fifty children of all ages.

Again discipline was instant from slaps to the top of your legs, hand hit with a ruler, or if bad, to the head and caned over my knickers, I mean your knickers. When I was a bit older and forgot my knickers it was bare bum! We played out at playtime, skipping, hop scotch and 'I will show you mine if you show me yours', I loved that game.

I had inherited my mum`s dexterity in arts, crafts, and needle work so was allowed to go all over the house to do small repairs. I was now moving into womanhood and had just turned eighteen, yesterday.

One of the gentry children wanted to play football outside, but it was raining again. The child in question, well young man really, had spoken to me in the Amber bedroom, saying how fed up he was not being able to play football due to the weather. I suggested I could paint him a sporting mural in the Great Hall, with goalposts so he could practice inside. If he used a soft ball it would cause no damage and when not in use huge curtains could be pulled over it. I said if he brought me a picture I would copy it for him.

A while later I was called into the main office of the hall by the senior hall manager, number two to Lord Greythorntan, ...