Memories Of A Slave In Training - 1 Hannah's New Position
Hannah answered an advert for a job with the Major. Little did she imagine that her duties would consist of much more than domestic ones.
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Once they were in the corridor she turned to Hannah and whispered. 'Opps that was a close one. It's not a good thing to anger Miss, she can make your life hell if she feels like it, and often does. Come on, the study is through here. I'm glad that I will be with you.'
'Not half as glad as I am.' Giggled Hannah nervously.
They made their way quickly to the study, pausing at the closed door while Susan knocked on it. Hearing a voice calling for them to enter, Susan twisted the handle and pushed the door open. As she entered, Hannah followed her closely, stopping beside her just inside the door.
There were three men in the room, sitting on winged armchairs. All had glasses of brandy in one hand and one was smoking a cigar. Hannah recognised the Major amongst them and waited for him to speak to them.
'Ahhhh good evening Susan and my new little helper. Susan, Geoff has expressed an interest in you tonight. I know of course that you will make sure he has a very enjoyable evening.' He said indicating one of the men.
'Of course Sir.' Susan answered, smiling first at the Major and then at the man he had called Geoff. She walked across the room and perched herself on the stool beside his feet.
'Now Hannah, come here.' He indicated the stool at his feet.
Hannah followed Susan’s lead and, smiling at the Major, she went and sat carefully on the stool at his feet.'
She felt his hand stroke her hair as everyone turned to watch Geoff and Susan. Geoff placed his brandy on the table beside him and rose from his chair. He walked towards the back of the study with Susan following him. Hannah watched in amazement as Susan started to undress. Geoff helped her untie the lacing of her dress and she shrugged it off, letting it slide down over her stunning body, before stooping to pick it up and placing it on a chair.
At the back of the study was a post of wood going from the ceiling to the floor, thick enough to have hooks placed at various heights. Susan, now clad only in stockings and high-heels went and stood beside it while Geoff went to a table just behind it and seemed to be sorting through some things. When he turned back, he had lengths of rope in his hand, and what looked like some sort of whip tucked into his belt.
Silently he indicated for Susan to hold her hands out in front of her and Hannah watched as he tied them together at the wrist. He then reached up and hooked the rope over one of the hooks on the post, dragging Susan's arms up over her head, pulling her back against the hardness of the wood.
He slipped the whip from his belt and stepped back from Susan. Bringing his arm back he lashed it forward, the leather strips of the whip landing on her body. Susan jerked slightly then settled back against the beam. Again and again Geoff brought the whip back and drove it down onto her body. Hannah watched in amazement as Susan's body started to redden, lines of darker red spreading over her bare skin.