Ball Girl - Pt. 01

Ball Girl/Boy Training - Part 1 -slave girl sara.

Bartholomew's is always `THE` school to attend if one wants to get your son or daughter into sporting academies. They take girls from eighteen to twenty-two and boys from eighteen to twenty-one.

A lot of parents also like Bartholomew's for their old school strictness. Excuses are never asked for so never offered. Possibly all parents were brought up by the leather strap or rattan cane. Bartholomew`s has one addition, the willow switch.

In their first day of attending Bartholomew`s the pupils are taken outdoors into the walled garden and shown how to cut and clear a switch.

"Right, the whippier the switch the greater the red line it leaves. It needs to come up to your waist, why I hear you ask. Because, it has to have plenty of space for a hand and be long enough to hit a lovely bottom full on and wrap round some. Also bits will break off in use."

"Are you paying attention Ladies?"

In unison; "Yes Mrs. Wilson."

"Good, now watch ladies, take off all the leaves and all the little nodules."

"Are you chatting Winky Brown."

"Yes Mrs. Wilson I was only asking what you had said, I could not quite hear it, I am very sorry,"

"You very much will be Winky, were you not taught to raise your hand in school to ask a question?"

"Yes Mrs. Wilson, and at home too Mrs. Wilson."

"Perhaps I should ring Mr. Brown and ask his advice on what he would do if he was talking and so were you."

"Sorry Mrs. Wilson."

Oh shit, not a good start, how stupid am I? I wonder if I will be punished for it, and if so no need to guess how.

"I have the cutters here and knives to cut off any nasty bits, I want you to cut three switches each. One we will use today and two for your bedroom in case your house Master has to use one after dark."

I do not know if I wanted to pee or I had cum when she said why we would need the extra cut switches.

"Off you go ladies, you have an hour then line up here when done, oh, and you would not wish to be the last one in the queue!"

We were all done within half an hour and the girl at the back of the line was crying. Her name tag said Elsie Whips.

"Whatever is the matter Elsie?"

"Mrs Wilson said it would not be beneficial to be last, and I was last and will be punished and I am scared."

I moved her into my place, and I took her last place. I was in no way a masochist for punishment but being a Christian put others before me.

"Let me check your switches, we need to be quick as the young gentlemen will be here soon to cut their switches. Right pair up with the person in front of you and lower your knickers to your knees, now."

I did not get a partner but did what everyone else did.

"Ladies on the right bend over, ladies on the left select a switch and give yourself space for your backswing. Bent over ladies hold tight, switch holder ladies watch me, arm level, aim and hit and listen to the sound. Go!" Whoosh.

A lot of 'Owws' and a few tears.

"Next, hold your arm sticking up. Go! "Wwhhoosshh.

Louder 'Owws' and more tears.

"Next, hold your arm behind your back. Go! "WWHHOOSSHH

Everyone screamed.

"Swap positions."

"Winky, would you like me to whip you, so you know the feeling?"

"Yes please Mrs. Wilson."

My turn to go through the three stages of 'Owws'

"Now, all bent over legs slightly apart, good girls."

Mr. Norman and his Young Gentlemen passed by us and into the garden getting an eyeful of striped bottoms and hairy pussies.

"Knickers up, not you Winky, you will wait outside my study, talking and being last carries a penalty."

"Yes please Mrs. Wilson."

"Does being fingered make you cum?"

"Not really Mrs. Wilson."

Her hand went over my mound and her fingers split my lips, another moan from me. She nipped my hood and I cum hard, but she caught me.

"Good girl."

"Because of your honesty I will spank you with my hand, so your peers see I mean what I say."

"Yes Miss, shall I go over?"

"Yes, legs wide so I have plenty of bottom to spank."

I was soon sobbing then crying, she stopped, and her fingers went into my wet pussy.

She spanked then fingered, spanked then fingered. She creamed my bottom and stood me up.

"Your body is now mine, do you understand?"

"Yes Miss, like a slave?"

"Exactly."

She fingered me again and licked her fingers.

I was led by a nipple to her desk and leaned against it and knelt me down. She lifted her skirt over my head and pushed my face into her pussy.

"Lick and nibble slave, fuck me with your tongue until I fill your mouth with my juices."

She kicked off her shoe and teased my pussy with her toes, oh my!

I heard the dinner gong ages ago so was late into the dining room.

"Name?"

"Winky Brown Sir."

"You are very late, so no dinner for you, but what is for you, do you see the stool on the stage?"

"Yes Sir I do."

"Good, then of you go onto the stage, dress up and knickers to your knees and drape over it. I will be up to strap your bottom when I have had my desert."

"Yes Sir, thank you Sir, and I really do offer my sincere apologies."

"Accepted, now off you go, and keep those legs wide."

It was such a long walk and people looking at me, well if they are not looking now, they will be when I am flashing my bits for all to see!

"How long have you been with us girl?"

"I arrived this morning Sir."

"And already, switched and spanked, and now a strapping." Whack, whack, whack, whack.

He strapped as if he meant every lash, but to be fair, I was late, oh and I just cum, so now glistening. I was left crying as everyone passed and left the hall. The boys loving the view, the girls glad it was not them.

Me, I will be happy when I am in bed, I don`t even like blinking tennis.