Workhouse or Farmhouse - 1

Workhouse or Farmhouse Part 1 - slave girl sara

It was never your choice, in fact nothing was ever your choice in the workhouse, child, young person, or adult. That said, we were fed, pretty meagre rations, housed, one room per family, and punished, as and when a manger felt it would do us no harm and lots of good.

I often recall mum or sis, sometimes both, coming home after being punished. The punishment depended on which manager was performing it. One of them enjoyed embarrassing the culprit and would have them strip naked to go over his knee for a spanking and fingering in both holes. Another had the recipient undo his belt with their teeth before removing all their clothes for a belt whipping. Only the general manager was allowed to cane, usually the young men or ladies who had a bigger bottom. My mum said he must wear out lots of canes. I was quite a good girl, and it was my shyness which would be my downfall and lead me to be naked over a knee.

Mr. Quidsworth was the son of our general manager and was in charge of the teachers. There were fourteen of us teaching, all from workhouse parents, and since he started his job he had spanked half of us in the first week

"Ruth and John, my office after tuition."

"Yes Sir," we were only talking about work!

We knocked on his office door.

"Come in and strip each other naked. I have decided I may spank one of you and fuck the other, or perhaps I may spank you both and fuck you both."

It was then I realised he was mad; how could he fuck John?

"Slow down, strip each other slowly and play with each other's bits."

John removed my top and played with my tits, then my skirt and he pushed a finger in me. I removed John's shirt and pinged his nipples, then his trousers before I rubbed his cock, my first ever cock rubbing. Mr. Quidsworth was sitting behind his desk, his arm was moving so he must have been rubbing his own cock.

"Both bend over and grip your calves."

He began spanking me, then John, then me again. I felt him between my legs with his cock and in he went, out of me and into John`s bottom. John pulled away so Mr. Quidsworth took his belt off and lashed his bottom, just like my dad does to us to keep us all in order, including my mum.

"Now stand firm lad, I will be fucking your arse weekly from now on."

John was crying, not sure if it was from his belting, or Mr. Quidsworths` cock up his bottom.

"Right, you can go, and you boy will report to the general manager`s office and join in his Friday caning session, then back here so you can wank me and I can fuck you."

The kids at school were never involved in this, they were kept well separated from the workforce in schoolrooms at the back of the main house. I remember that period in my life as for the most part being so very lovely. Our teachers were also inmates of the workhouse so knew us kids and our parents and if anyone stepped out of line their parents would be notified.

Between fourteen and eighteen or nineteen for the clever ones, either with their hands or with their minds were also kept well away from the adults. The boys were taught joinery or gardening and the girls embroidery or nice handwriting. What we made would be sold to help fund our education, for what it was. This was so they could also be rented out to the higher classes when they finished their tuition.

When I had just turned nineteen I was offered a job as a teacher by one of the managers. My parents and I were overjoyed I would not end up like them working fourteen-hour gruelling days. Dad, breaking huge rocks into small stones, mum and elder sister, washing and ironing.

Happy, that was until I found out the manager who offered me the position wanted favours from my mum and elder sister. I said I would not do it so the manager had my dad strip me naked and strap me for insolence. My dad said I had to take the job even though it meant my mum and sister reported to the manager weekly!

Maybe a year after I started teaching the workhouse manager asked for volunteers to go and work on farms. We were told the farmers paid any wages we earnt back to the manager and the farm owners took favours.

I am not sure if I volunteered, was volunteered or if someone was fed up with me in the workhouse, but I kissed mum, dad and my sister bye and was loaded onto the back of a waggon. No idea how long we travelled, we kept stopping and people were taken off. We also stopped so we could have a pee, watched by others so we couldn't run away, and off we would go again. The wagon stopped again when I was stood up and taken off, along with two boys I knew by sight and family.

"You girl?"

"Yes Sir."

"Until you are booked in we will put you in a stable, you will be fastened so you do not try to run away."

"Thank you Sir."

"Let's have those scruffy clothes off."

"Yes Sir."

I undressed and held my clothes.

"You too boys, and be quick about it unless you want to feel the lash."

"Look at their cocks rising because you are naked girl."

"Yes Sir."

"Come into the barn, let's have a bit of fun. Right girl, one in each hand, wank them boys, the one who cums first loses and I get to fuck your pretty blonde pussy."

No point in arguing so I rubbed, or as he called it wanked, them until one of them cum. I could not believe how far he squirted.

"Right loser, on your knees and suck his cock till he cums, then swallow it."

He had no idea what to do, and I could not help as I did not know either, so watched to learn. His friend soon cum and nearly choked the sucker.

Sir put the two boys into separate stalls, put them on all fours and fastened them around their necks. I was taken to my stall and knelt down.

"Cock sucking for you too, sweet and innocent girl."

He told me what to do, suck and rub and try and get as much of it in my mouth as possible.

Someone came into the barn.

"Just one girl then?"

"Yes Bill, you will have to fuck one of the new boys."

"Aye, ok, now then laddie, take out my cock and suck me ridged, don`t understand hey, see if my whip helps you?"

Whoosshhh, Crack, "Aghhhhh," Whoossshhh Crack, "Aghhhhhhh."

"That`s better, get plenty of wet on it boy, its going up your arse."