The Shedding – Part 2 – slave girl sara
At eighteen the inmates go through a process called, The Shedding, where people came forward to take guardianship of them.
Girls being he most popular as they made ideal servants or helpers for older people.
That said boys were primed and ready for work, so I suppose it depended on their use
The shedding was getting closer now for Emma Blake.
The older girls who met up with the boys from next door were always caught and punished naked on the stage after our evening meal the same day.
It was never a pleasant watch, and must have so been horrendous for the recipients, both the boys and the girls. If we were seen not to be watching, we were spanked naked on the stage by a Master after them.
So, we all sat down for tea, and the group of the girls and boys caught mixing together were on the stage, and when we had eaten all were spanked at length by the Masters.
Some of the boys looked to have been caned by their Masters already, then again it have been for something else.
It was said the boys in house punishments were worse than the girls.
After their spankings they were fastened, hands, back and legs to the punishment horses and belted full force by the Mistresses then caned by our Principal, Mr. Jones, who took no prisoners.
Each person`s bottom caned had to shout the number of the stroke, if he could have the next stroke before their call, the count was back to one.
I personally did not wish to see it, i found all the public trials i had to witness were abhorrent.
I was called to the matrons` office.
“Good afternoon Miss, you wanted me?”
“Yes dear Emma, i have some good news for you, as i exam you i will tell you.
Now, undress and hop on the bed.”
“Of course Miss, thank you.”
“I see you have been to see Mr. Pearson again?”
“Actually Miss it should have been, but he was other wise engaged so i had to see Miss Cartwright.”
“For what reason.”
“She said it had been reported my toothbrush was dry so i had not cleaned my teeth Miss.”
“And had you?”
“Yes Miss, i never miss cleaning them.”
“Why did you not tell her?”
“Well Miss, once before when Mr. Pearson was not around i had to see Miss Cartwright. She said it had been reported i left some drying up on the sink.”
“And i said it was not me i was on washing duties, she said i was accusing her of lying and had my bottom and breasts strapped Miss.”
Matron hugged me, good girl.
“This Saturday, you and eleven others are up for Shedding and will be paraded in front of prospective new guardians or employees and then taken away from here.”
“I began to cry.”
“Surely you do not wish me to spank you for crying do you?”
“And soothing Miss?”
“And soothing.”
I was helped off the bed, Matron sat on the slottee, and she spanked me, not hard, but hard enough to sting.
I was sat on her knee, she undid her blouse and i was latched onto her perked nipple, i think i fell asleep.
“Wakey, wakey, let me get your examination done and recorded.”
“Sorry Miss.”
I got back up on the bed and examined.
“All perfect, i take it no boys have been near you?”
“No Miss, may i ask why i get asked that?”
“Yes you may, come and see me after tea on Friday.”
“Yes Miss, if it is a secret i am good at keeping them.”
I heard her laughing as i closed the door.
Wow, i met with Matron, wow, who would have thought that.
I did not sleep on Friday night, first time ever, so much on my mind.
All twelve of us stayed in the hall after breakfast. Then the room cleared Matron came in with 12 new uniforms, grey with a button up front and two pockets, one for your hanky, never sure what the other was for.
“Ok ladies, take everything off and place in this basket, even knickers.
You will just have a new uniform on.
You will parade up and down the courtyard until told to line up.
Your prospective new guardian will want to inspect you so you will be taken, in turn, to the assembly hall and remove your dress, hands on head, elbows well back pushing your boobies forward. Legs apart and you will be touched in your privates and will be bend when told and maybe touched again.
It is in your record why, if showing cane stripes, strap wheels, or handprints from a spanking.
Good lucky girls and remember to behave or you will certainly be punished, and some may fasten you up and whip you.
That was the last time i ever saw Matron.
“What is you name.”
“Miss Emma Blake, Miss, 20-year-old.”
“Good girl, follow us.”
I was taken into the Assembly Hall and removed my dress and stood as matron said.
“I will just tighten your nipples.”
Thank you Sir.
“Ouch.”
“Do you want my belt over your bottom Emma Blake?”
“No Sir, sorry Sir.”
He nipped and twisted my nipples again and my eyes watered with tears.
“Do the boys who you have played with not played with your titles.”
“I have never been with a boy Sir.”
He patted my slit.
“And what about up here, who has had access,”
“Just Mr. Pearson, a Master here Sir, he needed to put his finger up so he never cut my button up when he was trimming my bush.”
“Button, whatever is a button?”
“Sorry Sir, i do not know.”
He turned me around to face him, his wife opened my slit lips.
“Could this be it Emma Blake, could this be your button?”
He played and rolled it in his fingers and i came over all funny.
I woke up on the floor.
“Miss Blake, Miss Blake, wake up, you failed.”
I gathered my senses.
“Am i to be spanked or strapped Sir?”
He laughed and helped me to my feet and cuddled me, patting my bottom.
“No sweet girl, you are not. You are to come home with us and help us in the running of ourchurch. I am not saying that there will be no spankings, strappings or even canings going forward, but that is for later and not now.”
His wife caresed my breasts and nipples.
“I see you like that Emma, we will have to make sure you get plenty of it at home.
Have you ever seen what a man has between his legs?”
“Not full on Miss, no, only two ball hanging down When they were being punished.”
“When we are home, you will be taught to worship your new Sirs balls and cock.”
I was not going to ask what a cock was.
Miss has a pretty knickers and a dress for me and dressed me, my uniform dress had to stay here.
All paperwork completed we left my home for the past twelve-years in their car, i could not help cry.
“Now, now Emma, stop crying or Sir will stop the car and give you something to cry about and that is a warning.”
I did not know what she means. I was so sad to be leaving Power Grange i could not stop, crying and sniffing.
Sir stopped and opened the back of the car and took me out.
“You were told to stop crying and warned of any outcome if you did not stop crying, correct.”
“Yes Sir.”
He sat in the back of the car, reached under my dress and lowered my knickers to my knees, pulled up my dress and turned me over his knees, and spanked me, very hard.
He pulled down his zip.
“Now you may rub my cock as a thank you for me wasting my time having to stop our journey and spanking your naughty bottom.”
I was in a daze and Miss showed me what to do, he suddenly stood and jerked his white stuff over the car park.
“Now young lady do you want to disobey me again and feel my belt?”
“No Sir i do not, sorry.”
Miss put a hanky to my nose and i blew.
We traveled for what seamed days and i needed a pee.
“Please Sir i need to pee,sorry.”
He pulled into a side lane off the main road and took me out of the car.
“Take those good knickers off andgo and squat over there.”
I just looked at him.
He pulled my knickers down and took them off. He put one foot on the inside of the car, pulled my dress up and slapped you top of my legs and i screamed.
From behind he lifted me under my knees and held me out to pee.
“You will be so sorry when i get you home Emma, so very sorry.”
“I am so very, very sorry now Sir.
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