Sarah Porter's Schooldays

Chapter 15. In which Sarah serves her Housemistress

 

Sarah woke with a start. Her sleep had been deep and untroubled by dreams. She was still quite drowsy, never being quick to wake, often languishing in bed, allowing the day to slowly creep up on her. She could sense the soft morning sunlight behind her closed eyelids. The languorous teen stretched out indulgently.

 

Sarah's eyes flew open. Her entire body had ached when she had stretched out her arms and legs. Reality had come crashing down upon her like a huge metal wrecking ball. She was not at home in her own bed, where no one cared if she slept the morning away. She was in the dormitory of Harkwood school, where she was definitely not free to waste away the early hours. In fact she had no freedom at all. Her entire day was planned for her.

 

The naked teen scrambled out of bed and moved to the shower room. She was the last girl left in the dormitory. Sarah almost stepped through into the lounge without scanning her eartag but remembered, with annoyance at the last moment. Her hurried movements had saved her from certain punishment. In her rush her eartag had been swinging violently and had hit the side of her jaw just as she stepped through the open doorway.

 

C'mon Sarah, she admonished herself as she stooped to scan her tag. The familiar beep of the scanner caused her cheeks to colour in shame. Every time she was forced to scan the barcode on her eartag she was reminded that she was a possession. She had not come to terms with that just yet. Sarah was a smart girl and knew that many of the degrading things she had done, and would be forced to do, were designed to be dehumanising to help her accept her new role but knowing did not make the doing any easier.

 

She could hear the showers already shooting forth their welcoming warmth and hurried to join her classmates for the morning cleansing. Her sleep had left her rested but her muscles ached in places she had not known muscles existed. As she stepped into the shower room she noticed that all four of the toilets were occupied. A bright spotlight shot down above each girl, highlighting her vulnerability.

 

Sarah knew how it felt to be under that light. Each girl had her legs spread wide and was sitting at attention, faces awash with emotion as they tried to come to terms with the demeaning position. As she headed into the showers, Sarah could see the thick streams of dark yellow fluid fall from each girl. Privacy in even the most personal of tasks was something that was not going to be permitted at Harkwood. Sarah had realised that last night. She wasn't sure why the spotlight was activated each time a girl sat on one of the toilets. If its purpose was nothing other than making each girl feel more degraded then it no doubt succeeded.

Sarah needed to pee but she was not going to wait in line now. The hot water lasted only ten minutes and she had already wasted at least two or three. She did not dare pee in the shower as she had done yesterday. It had been strictly forbidden. She had felt uncomfortable doing it anyway so it wasn’t a great loss. As she stepped into the shower she searched for Murphy, finding her friend at the far end of the room. Mitchell was with her and they seemed to be chatting amiably. Sarah weaved carefully through the other girls and wasted no time in washing herself.

 

"Well, well, welcome sleeping beauty," teased Murphy, a seductively sweet smile on her face.

Sarah smiled in return and began to wash her hair.

"Hi," said Mitchell timidly.

"Hi Mitch," Sarah replied, giving the busty girl a big smile to put the obviously nervous teen at her ease.

"Port, Mitch was worried about last night. She feels she might have been too bold when she asked to help wash you. Of course she didn't know quite how to bring it up,' smiled Murphy.

"It's fine Mitch," said Sarah, reaching out to pat Mitchell's arm. "It was really lovely. I was really exhausted last night.”

 

Sarah saw Mitchell give Murphy a relieved smile, she was glad that these two girls were getting along. Sarah needed as many friends as she could get to help get through her training. They all did. They were going to be here for a long time.

 

"Mitch, please don't worry about saying anything. Friends should never be worried about telling each other anything. Okay?"

"Ok Port," Mitchell's smile broadened.

 

There they were. Those Hollywood looks. She had wanted desperately to be a movie star and Sarah had no doubt she could have been. Now her life would be spent pleasing people in other ways. Sarah noticed the three clear red stripes across Mitchell's breasts as she washed herself. She immediately thought of the cane marks her own body exhibited. Today would bring more pain and more stripes to add to her already numerous array. Her second form class would bring her considerable pain and double the still-painful impressions she had earned the previous day.

 

Sarah's mood turned serious as she quickly finished washing her body. She had tried her best to be a good girl but no matter how hard she worked she had only earned herself more infractions. She would try to treat her corrections as lessons to make her better, as she had been taught, but she was not sure how she would fare. Her caning yesterday had been agony, and today she already had welts that were turning into bruises, the pain of which never truly left her.

 

The thought of the detention she knew she had earned made her shiver, despite the hot water caressing her body. She didn't know what it would mean or even when it would occur. If the punishment for each infraction was a stroke of the abominable cane, then what would a detention be? Sarah had no experience with any of this. She had led a somewhat sheltered life and her imagination could not conjure up any plausible scenarios for her detention. It was this very uncertainty that made her so anxious. She stepped out of the showers before the hot water had ended. Her sudden silence had not gone unnoticed and Murphy hurried out of the shower after her.

 

"Port, wait up. The hot water's still on."

"I know, I am busting and need to wee wee," said Sarah, remembering her training, though embarrassed by the childish manner in which she was forced to talk.

"Port, don't forget you have to ask permission though, Miss Peach was here but she left before you came."

 

Sarah had indeed forgotten that she could not just go to the toilet. Her spirits sank as the reality of her situation was once again brought to the front of her mind. She had no control over her life anymore. She couldn't even go to the toilet by herself. Sarah continued to dry herself with the scratchy towel as she thought about what to do. She needed to go real bad but she did not want to lose the start she had gained by leaving the shower early.

 

She quickly dried her body and hair and was the first to use the drier that had been made available sometime during the night. She would get as much done as she could before she couldn't hold it anymore. Sarah bent over and dried her hair, aware of her exposed position, her pussy and ass on display for all the girls waiting behind her. Everything it seemed had its pros and cons: being first meant no wait but it also meant that more girls were watching her naked body as she dried her hair.

 

All the other girls were naked too, and they had seen everything her body had to offer, even inside of her, but it meant nothing to Sarah. Her modesty was deeply entrenched. What was worse was that the more she thought of it the more nervous and ashamed she became. Whenever she was robbed of clothing she was always conscious of her nudity but when something was happening to occupy her mind it did not prey on her so forcefully.

 

As she straightened up and handed the drying tube to Murphy, she noticed the pretty pink lustre of her friend's skin. She was not sure if it was the exfoliating gloves, the hot water or the rough, scratchy towel, or a combination of all three, but it made the pretty Irish teen more alluring than ever. Sarah was tempted to stay and watch her friend but this simple realisation made her scurry out of the room all the faster.

 

As she registered her exit from the shower room she decided to get dressed before asking Miss Peach for permission to relieve herself. Sarah knew that she would only have to remove her skirt and panties to pee, but the lure of her uniform was like a siren's call. Sarah stood before her cupboard and surveyed all the things she could now call her own. Or could she? Could a possession own things of her own? Could she say these things were hers? How could she when she herself was owned? Miss Peach had called a slut's body, part of her equipment. Was her pussy any different than her shoes or her collar? What was she really?

 

Sarah snapped herself out of the melancholy spiral of self-doubt and degradation she had begun to be caught in. She reached for a new pair of socks and focused on covering her body in the only clothing she would know for as long as she was a member of Trinity house. The moment she buckled her four inch heels around her ankle the strain in her calves began. The familiar feeling was both less and more than the previous day, her muscles becoming used to the way the heels caused her legs to extend in such a pleasing way, but they were also still sore from their prolonged use.

 

Sarah was glad to feel the smooth, dry material of her tiny panties. They had been not so much folded as rolled as they lay on the small shelf in her cupboard. She unrolled and untangled the thin straps of the g-string and stepped into the tiny garment, sliding the sheer white panties up her legs. As the material sat tightly against the smooth skin of her waxed pussy, she cherished the fact that they were dry. She had spent the second half of her first day of school with her panties damp from the cream her pussy produced so copiously. Sarah hoped that today would be a different day.

 

The half-naked schoolgirl next removed her bra from its hanger. She slipped her arms through the straps and pulled it tight across her chest, clipping it together in the front. A quick adjustment of her breasts and her bra sat perfectly. The comfort and support again surprised her. She just found it hard to believe that a bra that left most of the soft mound exposed could actually be so amazingly comfortable. Comfortable though it may be, it left her nipples open to the attentions of the tight blouse and its stiff white material that she would soon be putting on.

 

Sarah brushed her fingers gently across each nipple and felt a tiny precursor of the frustrating ache she knew was to come. She had not noticed any of the other girls be affected in the same way. It seemed it was only her nipples that were kept almost constantly hard by the infuriating material of the uniform blouse. She quickly donned her pleated skirt and blouse, finishing by clipping her tie to the loops under the stiff white collar and gathering her hair into the ponytail expected for a Trinity student during classes.

 

She stood briefly before the floor length mirror that spanned the entire wall at the far end of the dorm. The room had filled up with girls, all focused on their own wardrobe. All except Mitchell, Sarah noticed. The busty schoolgirl was almost dressed, needing only to don her blouse and tie to complete the ensemble. She was watching Sarah's reflection as Sarah watched her in turn, her large, soft udders were gently supported by the half-cup bra, creating enticing white pillows out of the large fleshy mounds.

 

The temptation was too great and Sarah let her eyes drop to Mitchell's chest. She had been drawn to them almost against her will. As Sarah gazed at Mitchell's breasts, the buxom girl ran her hands gently down the smooth slope of her breasts, softly pinching her nipples before she dropped her hands self-consciously at her side. Sarah blushed as the import of what just happened hit her. Her gaze flicked back to Mitchell's face, their eyes locked and they both smiled sheepishly at each other.

 

What was happening to her? She was supposed to be in a hurry to see Miss Peach and here she was, distracted by another girl. The dilemma of her sexual proclivities began again. The previous day, a non-stop battle had raged within her; a battle between being sure she was or was not a lesbian. Sarah swept her focus back on herself to check that she was dressed correctly. She made sure her skirt was situated appropriately around her hips and sat ten inches above her knee. She could not measure it but she felt if the top was right the bottom would follow.

 

Sure her uniform was correct, she left the dorm in a rush, desperate now to pee. She made a conscious effort not to look at Mitchell as she turned for the door. She had to focus. She had to make sure this day went better than the last. She had learnt a lot but she had made a lot of mistakes and she would be sure to make more if she lost focus every time she was with Mitchell. What was it about the girl that Sarah found so captivating? The kiss they had shared had obviously meant a lot to both girls.

 

She soon found herself outside Miss Peach's office. Now she had to put all other thoughts aside. She was unsure how she was supposed to attract the attention of the housemistress and the discovery of her ignorance of such procedure made her palms begin to sweat. Should she speak? Without permission that would be a bad idea. Should she knock? Sarah stood at attention in the doorway for a few moments debating with herself what she should do. She was desperate to pee now and she also knew that in roughly 15 minutes she would have to make her way down to breakfast.

 

"Enter Porter," Miss Peach called from inside her room.

 

Sarah was slightly startled but stepped inside immediately. The initial room was only small, containing a desk, a lounge and a bookcase. Miss Peach was not there though Sarah could hear noises from the doorway behind the desk.

 

"Come through Porter, you are just in time."

 

Sarah stepped hesitantly through the small office and into the alcove on the left. This room was sumptuously furnished with a large four poster bed in the centre. Every wall was covered in bookshelves, containing hundreds if not thousands of books. Sarah noticed all this in an instant but what drew her attention was Miss Peach lying on the bed, naked, her legs dangling off the end. Rascal, the house slave that had worked on her during biology, was kneeling between Miss Peach's widely spread legs, her head pushing back and forth into the splayed woman’s crotch.

 

Rascal was dressed in the maid's uniform that Sarah instantly recognised. Her hands were secured behind her with large black cuffs, locked together with a small silver padlock. The strict kneeling position Rascal was in had caused her short, frilly skirt to ride up and expose her buttocks and Sarah could clearly see the large black plug that was filling her ass.

 

"What do you want Porter?"

"Um, may I do a wee wee, Mistress?"

"Come here slut."

 

Sarah stepped further into the room until she stood beside Miss Peach's bed. As she passed the foot of the imposing piece of furniture she could not help but risk a glance between her housemistress' legs. Rascal's face was covered in a strange black mask and harness. A long black dildo protruded from her face, where her mouth should be, and it was with this that she was fucking Miss Peach's pussy. The pretty house slave did not miss a beat as Sarah came alongside her. Her eyes never left the pussy she was fucking. Her focus was absolute. Sarah stood at attention and stared at the bookcases that lined the walls, trying to read their spines to distract her from the perverted tableau playing out below her.

 

"What did you want Porter?" enquired Miss Peach.

"May I do a wee wee please Mistress?"
"Ah please now is it Porter?"

 

Sarah realised, with horror, that she had not said please the first time she had asked. Her first chance of the day to prove herself and she had already made a mistake.

 

"Rascal I will come now," said Miss Peach.

 

Rascal's head moved faster, fucking Miss Peach with even greater zeal.

 

"Knead my tits Porter," ordered Miss Peach. "There is nothing worse than an idle slut."

 

Sarah tore her gaze from the book-lined walls and stared at the prone woman. Miss Peach had large breasts, larger even than Mitchell's. They were white and soft and crisscrossed with blue veins. They lay flattened across the prone woman’s chest, each breast tipped with a large brown nipple, puckered and hard. Miss Peach's nipples stood out above her chest for at least an inch. Sarah had never thought she would ever see nipples like these. They did not seem natural; too large, too long.

 

The nervous schoolgirl leaned down across her prone housemistress and began to knead a breast between each hand. She had no idea what she was doing but she tried to gather as much as she could of each malleable mound and squeeze it gently between her hands. It felt like trying to knead two large mounds of soft dough. Sarah didn't think she was doing a very good job, but the moans from Miss Peach were telling a different story. She glanced down the body of the groaning woman and noticed that each time the dildo strapped to Rascal's head was fully embedded in Miss Peach's pussy, Rascal paused for a second and rubbed her nose across the prone housemistress' clit.

 

"Pinch my nipples slut," Miss Peach snapped. Sarah dropped the fleshy tits she had been kneading and softly pinched the unnaturally long nipples. "Harder. Pull on them. No Porter, milk me."

 

Sarah stopped the soft massaging and squeezed each nipple hard between her fingers, pulling them up and away from Miss Peach's body, lifting the heavy mounds as she did so. Sarah soon started a quick rhythm of lifting and dropping the nipples, adopting a jerky milking motion.

 

"Push my tits together and suckle both nipples at once. Quickly slut," ordered Miss Peach.

 

The urgency in her mistress' voice was clear. Sarah gathered as much tit flesh as she could and pushed them together, creating one large mound on Miss Peach's chest. Her body writhed as Rascal facefucked her pussy at a furious pace. The long dark nipples were now pressed together, looking almost like some strange, tiny alien tentacles growing out of Miss Peach's tits.

 

Sarah leaned over, bent at the waist, and without delay, engulfed both of the nipples in her mouth. The elongated nipples felt strange in Sarah's mouth. They were extremely hot and felt strangely rubbery, though Sarah was not sure if this was how all nipples felt. She tasted a strong salty tang as she flicked her tongue across the inch long tendrils of flesh, doing her best to help Rascal make Miss Peach come.

 

"I'm coming. All in Rascal, suck hard Porter," Miss Peach groaned.

 

Sarah held Miss Peach's tits together and sucked her nipples deep into her mouth. The amazed teen looked down the squirming body at Rascal. She had her face buried in Miss Peach's pussy, the dildo embedded it's full length. The raven-haired girl rubbed her nose across the engorged clit huffing as she did so.

 

Within seconds Miss Peach moaned, almost as if she was in pain. Her breathing became shallow and rapid and her hands screwed the sheets of the bed into twisted balls of ecstasy. Sarah had to hold tight to Miss Peach's large breasts as her body began to jerk. The entranced schoolgirl watched as her housemistress became lost in her orgasm, small mewling sounds escaping from her open mouth. It was an entire minute before Miss Peach became still.

 

"Attention," Miss Peach said languidly, once she had regained her breath.

 

Rascal and Sarah sprang to attention. As she straightened, her arms behind her back, Sarah noticed her nipples had become hard from the encounter. For the second time in as many days she had been a part of bringing a superior to orgasm. This had been just as unexpected as her tryst with Miss Vonn in the gymnasium and Sarah hoped she had conducted herself well. She had become excited, but nothing like with Miss Vonn.

 

Sarah remembered back to being forced to clean a puddle of her own cream from the floor after she had made her gym teacher come. This time her nipples had hardened but she was sure her pussy had not begun to leak so profusely. So this was it then? She was a lesbian? Or was it just that a slut gained pleasure from giving pleasure? Was that it? Sarah was beginning the day in confusion, something she hoped would dissipate as her training continued. Not knowing who she was caused the young schoolgirl no small amount of distress.

 

"Porter clean me up. Clean Rascal first. Rascal once this slut has cleaned you get back in your cage," said Miss Peach as she stretched lazily on her bed, revelling in the afterglow of her powerful orgasm.

 

Sarah moved towards Rascal. The pretty girl stood stiffly at attention. She wore the same, small black maid outfit, fringed with white lace. It was a quaint and cute ensemble thought Sarah that was strangely enhanced by the harness she wore strapped around her head. The lower half of Rascal's face was covered in a shiny black material that clung tightly to her jawline. Two thin leather straps snaked up either side of her nose before coming together, forming a triangle at the bridge of her nose. A single strap continued upwards and back across her head.

 

The dildo that protruded from the space where Rascal's mouth should have been was seven inches long, its black surface glistening with the juice from Miss Peach's pussy. The area around the dildo, and even Rascal's nose were also covered in a sheen of cuntjuice. Sarah knew what she was to do.

 

She stood directly in front of the pretty slave and began to clean the dildo with her mouth. She licked the length of the shaft, before taking it as far into her mouth as she could. Rascal was a little taller than Sarah and she had to tilt her head back to reach. The two girls eyes met and locked. Sarah pushed herself as far down the dildo as she could, standing on her tiptoes to do so. Their noses almost touched and Sarah shivered at the intimacy of the act. She could not go any further, Rascal was keeping fastidiously to her position. She had not lowered her head at all, making Sarah's job just a little more difficult.

 

Sarah did not fault her for it. She admired Rascal's control. She was obviously a very well-trained slut. After she had licked the dildo clean she moved to Rascal's face, licking her jaw and nose of all the slick residue from Miss Peach’s sex. The only movement Rascal made was a quick wrinkle of her nose as Sarah's tongue tickled the ring that pierced her septum. Sarah could not help but smile. It had looked so cute and reminded her of that old TV show, Bewitched, where the lady in it would wiggle her nose when she did magic. What magic would Rascal perform if she could? Make the dildos in her holes bigger? Where the fuck had that come from, Sarah mused, bewildered by the way her mind seemed to be working.

 

Once she had cleaned Rascal, she turned back to Miss Peach. As the young girl knelt between the woman’s still widely spread legs, she heard Rascal leave the room. She was headed back to her cage, so Miss Peach had ordered. Sarah wondered just what that meant. She tried to forget about the other girl and focus on the task before her. She needed to do a good job but she desperately needed to pee as well. Her need as she suckled her housemistress' tits and cleaned her juice from Rascal's face had grown with each passing moment.

 

Sarah moved her face between Miss Peach's thighs and began to lick her hot moist pussy. She noticed that her housemistress also had her clit hood pierced, a small silver H dangling from the ring that pierced her delicate flesh. Sarah flattened her tongue against the smooth pussylips and licked long smooth strokes from bottom to top.

 

Miss Peach tasted very strong. She had only had tasted a weak remnant on the dildo, the juice covering the pussy itself had an intense flavour that Sarah could not describe. She did not think she would have any trouble recognising it again. The violent facefucking had spread the sexual secretions all over her thighs and asscheeks and Sarah licked every inch of soft flesh, removing every trace of the sticky pussy-juice.

 

She was sure Miss Peach was clean but she kept licking, trying to decide if she should stop, or wait for Miss Peach to direct her. She had been told a slut must always keep licking, or sucking or fucking until they are given permission to stop. But that was when you were pleasuring a superior. Was this different? She had been told to clean, not to pleasure. Miss Peach gave her no indication. She had not moved or spoken since Sarah had knelt between her legs and started to clean. The poor schoolgirl even entertained the thought that she had fallen asleep and Sarah would be stuck here, licking pussy all morning. Just as she was about to stop and try and get Miss Peach's attention, her housemistress spoke.

 

"Have you finished Porter?"
"Yes Mistress."

"So just enjoying yourself then?"
"Yes Mistress," Sarah replied, blushing.

"It was nice of you to come and help Porter but why are you here?"

"Um, may I do a wee wee please Mistress?"

"You had better make it snappy slut. You need to be in line and ready for breakfast in less than five minutes. Dismissed."

 

Sarah stood, curtsied politely to her naked housemistress, still lounging back on the now dishevelled bed. She walked slowly out of Miss Peach's bedroom. As soon as she was out of sight Sarah sped up, slowing down only to scan her eartag. She quickly removed her skirt and panties and sat down on the toilet, triggering the spotlight and began to pee almost immediately.

 

Through the open doorway she could see her classmates collected in the lounge, talking quietly. She noticed a number of girls watching her. Sarah's face flushed in shame, knowing what could be seen between her widely spread legs. She would never get used to people watching her in this most private of moments, of that she was sure. Through the humiliation of being seen peeing into a toilet, Sarah remembered what she was supposed to be doing.

 

She stopped and started her flow as quickly as she could, stopping as soon as she achieved full discharge. She was conscious of time running out and was relieved in more ways than one, when she achieved her fifth stoppage. She continued to empty her bladder, her only thought now was to quickly re-join her classmates. Now that her most pressing need was satisfied, she realised how hungry she was. She could not miss breakfast and spend another day in a constant state of hunger.

 

Sarah quickly finished, dressed and moved to the lounge to mingle with her classmates. She had only just reached Murphy when Miss Peach appeared, dressed immaculately in a strapless summer dress that flowed around her like a soft pink cloud. Sarah looked at the housemistress but she showed no signs of what had happened scant minutes ago.

 

"Two lines, sluts."

 

Within moments two crisp lines of schoolgirls stood within the dorm. Once again Sarah had not been able to join her classmates during those precious few moments of free time. Free, really seemed to be the wrong word to use. They weren't really free. It was more like unscripted time. She had only been able to talk to her friends for a couple of minutes last night. Even though the time was short, she cherished it and knew that the bonds she had formed with Murphy and Mitchell had been strengthened by it.

 

"Move off."

 

The trip to the food hall was uneventful. Sarah was glad to see their formation stayed true as they negotiated the stairs to the ground floor. The corridors were empty at this time of morning. Trinity house was the first to breakfast, unlike the other meals of the day. They moved into the hall and lined up at the counter without delay.

 

Sarah knew going first simply made their day longer but she was starving, so didn't mind. Breakfast was identical: porridge, bread and orange juice. Sarah could not wait to sit down and devour her meal. She had been hesitant the day before, never having had porridge before but no matter how unappetising it looked, the porridge Mrs Lancaster and her staff made was deliciously sweet. If she was allowed Sarah could have eaten two or three bowls.

 

The Trinity girls ate in silence until every morsel of food they had been served had disappeared. Sarah was still hungry. Would she always be hungry from now on? Mrs Lancaster had said their diet was strictly controlled. She was sure they were eating enough, getting enough vitamins and all that, but the volume of food was so much smaller than what she was used to. She ought not think like this though. She was sure it was in some way disrespectful to someone. No doubt there was a rule somewhere stating that a slut should always be thankful for what she is given because she deserves only what she receives.

 

Sarah turned to Murphy to stop her brain shooting off along these weird tangents. She was making up her own rules now? It sure sounded like something Miss Watson would say. She had already confessed to her friends that she was a slut, why was she trying to run from the evidence her own brain was providing her with.

 

"The porridge is great isn't it Murph?" Well done Sarah, she thought to herself. Sarah Porter, Queen of Banal Breakfast conversation.

"Yeah Port, there's only one thing wrong. There's no bacon in it." Both girls giggled. "Port how come you took so long to ask Miss Peach permission. You didn't get in trouble did you?"

"No," replied Sarah, turning away from her friend, not wanting her to see her cheeks colour.

"What took so long then?"

She had to be honest. Hadn't she said only last night that they all needed to be totally honest with each other. As sluts it was important to tell the truth but it was also important as friends.

 

"I helped Miss Peach come. Then she asked me to clean her pussy for her," Sarah responded, her heart pounding, worried what her friend would think.

 

Sarah looked up at Murphy. Her friend just stared. It was then that Sarah noticed that the other girls sitting close at her table had heard her. Everyone was staring at her. She was desperate for Murphy to speak but they were interrupted as someone whispered the light was on, indicating their cleaning duty had begun.

 

Sarah had not even noticed that the room had filled up as the girls from the other houses trickled in for their breakfast. She had to leave her friend and move to her station, ready to clean and clear the tables as the normal students finished their breakfasts. Had Murphy thought badly of her? Surely not, it must just have been shock. It wasn't really the answer she had been expecting, of that Sarah was sure. When someone asks you what you were doing, they surely don't expect you to say you made a woman come and then licked their pussy clean. From now on though, maybe they would.

 

Sarah wanted to seek out Murphy across the room, but she held to her training and kept her eyes focused forward as she waited for her section to clear. Besides, if Murphy was being good, and Sarah was sure she was, she would not have been looking in her direction anyway. The food hall began to empty as the schoolgirls of Harkwood headed back to their dorms to get ready for class. Sarah bused trays and cleared tables as speedily as she could, eager for any activity to keep her mind from spinning off down troubling avenues. The sooner they finished the sooner they could get to class. While that was not something she wanted to rush to, knowing that form class would hold a vast number of cane strokes for her, she did not want to be late.

 

As she headed back from the counter to wipe her tables clean, she was startled as someone caught her hand and squeezed. She looked up to see Murphy smiling at her. Sarah was ecstatic. She beamed a smile back at her friend, her dimples showing. It was a fleeting moment but one that buoyed Sarah's spirits. Murphy did not think badly of her. She knew she wouldn't. It was a slut's duty to do as she was told and to bring pleasure to her superiors. Murphy knew that.

 

Sarah almost bounced as she cleaned her section thoroughly. All thoughts of the coming pain forgotten for the moment. The food hall clean, each girl returned to her position to await Mrs Lancaster's inspection. Sarah stood directly over her number, she would have to make sure if her friends did the same. If they also felt it was only proper to do so.

 

Trinity house passed the inspection. Sarah was glad, everyone was learning. It made things so much easier when you did them right the first time. She thought about this as the house as a whole made its way to Miss Watson's class to being their second day of training at Harkwood.