A fictional story from my inner dreamy self. (Not all Fiction)

Training Farms – Part 1 – slave girl sara

When a girl from the local faith-led community reaches the age of eighteen and her college years have finished her dad has the choice of either sending her to university to make a begin on her professional life or send her for training to be an obedient and skilled girl to serve her partner and family.

The faith part of the community is nothing quirky, just an offshoot of a major religion where some of the teachings and psalms are interpreted in a different way. The group is led by a panel of elders and compliant Pastor.

My parents, well my dad, gave me the option of my future. I had at all times found learning a pleasure and had passed all my last year’s college exams with ease so it was hoped by my parents I would follow my sister into the medical profession. I, however, had decided on the sub/slave training course I had at all times dreamt of growing up. It was live-in, but not just at one place, I had to move around the country to different places teaching various skills. It was all in the knowledge I could leave any place in an instant, no one would keep me a prisoner. My first venture into my chosen further education was to be on a small mixed use farm some 120k away from home.

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Knowing what her training would likely involve reminded sara of another occasion.

It was the last day of high college with the prom that evening and sara was allowed a new dress for the ball, well new to her, it was actually the same one her sister wore some two years earlier and sara had at all times coveted it. She was happy with it and had shoes to match, to be honest sara was a very obedient girl in every way and although punished on a regular basis, as was the families’ beliefs for girls, she hardly ever did anything wrong.

Her dad had organised a stretched limo to take her and nine friends to the ball, five girls and five boys, none were steady couples, all were just great mates. The boys in the community had life a whole lot easier than the girls, yes they were punished by their parents but it was only occasionally, and not like the girls, regularly and in public.

Some of them had got together at the home of Jay for what his dad said was a pre-ball drink. He made sure they only had one drink and it was just a small beer, sara and another two girls just had juice. What the father did not see was Jay concealing a bottle of Vodka under his jacket as they left. They walked to the meeting place and all drank from the bottle. Not being used to alcohol it had a pretty instant effect on them and by the time they got into the limo half the bottle had gone. The rest was passed round the girls, some drank others paid a forfeit, sucking a cock, being fingered, the usual high jinks. sara, like the rest of the girls was used to seeing and sucking cocks at home so enjoyed giving the boys a thrill.

Amy wondered she could handle the drink but was soon showing her young tits to everyone as Jay fingered her. sara was so glad when they got to the ball venue. The limo driver went to have a word with the college headmaster, who was greeting the students. The Headmaster opened the car door and took them all into another hall at the venue. He explained, the limo driver happened to be one of the church elders and had reported the happenings inside the limo to him, drinking and fornication. They would not be gonna the ball and he would ring each person’s parent for permission to cane each, naked, student.

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It was the last morning I would be spending at home for the foreseeable future. It was very quiet at breakfast time and I and my mum ate very little. Once finished I helped my mum clear the table. My mum removed the mat with the condiments on meaning at least one of us was to get the belt.

“Help sara get naked mamma.”

“Yes Sir.”

I did not need help but was at all times grateful for the time people had with me one to one. Mum stripped me and led me to the table and lent me over as I saw my dad unbuckling his thick leather belt.

“Go round and hold her hands tight mamma.”

“Yes Sir.”

I got my usual belting, rapid lashes from waist to crease. I then heard him walking to his cane cupboard and I got ten hard cuts from his medium cane. He let me settle, mum let go of my hands without being told.

“Set her to kneeling mamma, get me ready to be thanked girl, then take her place over the table.”

“Yes Sir.”

It was rare for me to see my mum naked for a punishment, maybe only a handful of times in my life. I was knelt in front of my dad and my mum unzipped his fly and took out his cock. She wanked him semi stiff and offered it to my mouth, which through my tears I began to suck. He caned my mum as I sucked, she got twenty strokes, her ordinary caning amount. Once he was hard I was dismissed to my room and told not to dress. I ran to the stairs, still crying and peeped back to see my dad mount.

After an hour or so I heard the steps creaking and as dad came in so I adopted the all fours position. It’s how he liked to fuck me and with his long cock how I liked him hitting my special place.

It was now two o’clock and my parents put me on the train to my first placement. We all hugged and kissed and my dad patted my bottom and told me I was a good and brave girl.

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On the train sara’s mind drifted back to her recollection of her last day at college and the prom night.

Phone calls all complete the headmaster came back in with four teachers, three ladies and another gentleman.

“Seeing as you are all intimately aware of each other let’s add to your humiliation. Girls undress the boys, then boys strip the girls, all naked.”

The penalty issued, with parental permission, had soon sobered the boys and girls who had been drinking.

“Girls, you will be strapped and receive ten hard junior cane cuts. The boys, who are the cause of your imminent discomfort, will be strapped and get twenty senior cane cuts across their bottoms and five senior cane cuts across their backs.”

“Girls, line up facing the wall and bend over. Boys, line up three paces behind the girls to watch.”

The girls received their strapping in turn from the head followed by a stroke of the cane in turn off each of the teachers. Likewise the boys were strapped, harder, by the head, and had their bottoms striped by the teachers with the final back strokes given by the head, in turn. sara knew what to expect when she got home and duly received a hard spanking and the promised caning a few days later.