Date: Sat, 9 Sep 2006 06:16:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steam Train <steam_t2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Even the Modest Must Serve Chapter 1

Even the Modest Must Serve Chapter 1
By Steam Train

copyright 2006 by Steam Train, all rights reserved
steam_t2000@yahoo.com

This is an adaption of my story 'A Modest Servant'
reset in the same universe as my stories, A Middle
Class Slave Revisited, Juvenile Deterrence, The
Masters Son & Scales of Justice.

Chapter 1: Prosperity

To all outward appearances we were a happy loving
family. However the true fact was that we were a
family split into two halves, my parents and then us
kids.

I was the middle son of three brothers. My eldest
brother Edward R Carter IV had just turned 16, I,
Thomas J Carter was 14 and my younger brother James E
Carter was 13. We were close in ages and growing up we
were close as brothers. My parents on the other hand
were very distant figures.

When you are the Chairman and Chief Executive Officer
of C.I.C., one of the largest Insurance companies in
the nation, you are a busy man with much on your mind.
C.I.C. was headquartered in New York and dad spent a
lot of his time when we were growing up away in New
York. Mum often accompanied him leaving the three of
us in the care of nannies back home in Piney Hills.

Dad had residences in New York, Aspen and Piney Hills,
but it was the Piney Hills residence near Eastbrook
that was considered home. New York was an apartment
used by our parents and Aspen was the ski lodge.

Even though there was little time to spend with us
kids dad always ensured he appeared, no matter ever
how briefly, at most of the important events in our
lives. It was socially important to be seen and it
ensured you looked the part in correct social circles
at those times.

My mother Joanna was even more aloof from us kids, her
position as the wife of one of the most influential
businessmen of the time meant certain responsibilities
and commitments. She was the chairperson of the
National Benevolent Fund for Destitute Freemen, sat on
numerous committees and was greatly involved in the
arts at a national level. There was little time for
her children and after all she had indentured servants
to assist the nannies in caring for us. We hardly saw
her when we were growing up even when she was in
residence at Piney Hills, except at the breakfast and
dinner table.

All this meant that we were cared for in our younger
years by trusted nannies assisted by family servants
and as we grew up and became teenagers and the nannies
moved on; it was still the family servants appointed
by my father that cared for our daily needs under the
watchful eye of Mr Harris the Overseer..

My father was very wealthy, having succeeded to the
Chairman ship of C.I.C. at the age of 35 when my
Grandfather Edward R Carter II died suddenly. Our
residence in Piney Hills was locally referred to as
the "mansion" though its real name was 'Prosperity'.
We lived in a very exclusive gated community in the
most affluent section of Piney Hills, but even by the
local standards our house was larger and more opulent
than any others in that community. This gave us kid's
status and we knew and used that status well.

It gave our slave servants status of sorts too and I
had noticed in the past how they were proud to be seen
around Piney Hills and Eastbrook on errands wearing my
father's servant livery.

My brothers and I shared a wing of the house that
consisted of 3 suites, one for each of us kids. Within
the suite we had our own sitting room, study, small
kitchen, bedroom and bathroom. When I had friends from
school over, I was the envy of even the wealthiest of
them; none had the freedom of their own suite and a
personal servant, like my brothers and I had.
Admittedly, we three brothers had to share the
servant, but that would change when we turned 18, then
we would get our own personal slave body servant as
dad had promised.

I for one was glad that it was 18 before a servant
would be appointed, because at 14, I was very modest
and insisted that Raymond the most recent servant
appointed by my father to care for our personal needs
within the three suites was never in my suite when I
dressed or washed.

I know my brothers didn't have the same feelings of
modesty and would walk around their suites in various
stages of undress with no sign of embarrassment. They
would do it when I was there visiting them and they
didn't care if Raymond was working in their room
either. Like a well trained servant he always kept his
head bowed and eyes lowered and I know both my
brothers thought, what did it matter if he saw them,
he was after all only a slave.

Still I preferred to lock the door to my suite when I
was changing or using my bathroom. The other domestic
servants who made our beds and cleaned the suites knew
to do their work when I was at school or out about the
house. I rarely saw them, or maybe it was that I just
didn't notice them; they were of little consequence to
me anyways as long as they did their jobs
satisfactory.

My brother Ed had taken lately to taunting me in front
of Jim about my excessive modesty, he could see it
made me blush a shade of red and I wondered if both he
and Jim knew the truth behind my modesty.

Surely not, but still over the last six months my
younger brother Jim had shot up in height till he was
about two inches taller than me. This was embarrassing
as no guy likes to be left behind by his younger
brother.

This was highlighted yesterday when there were another
two official looking gentlemen inspecting the house.
This had become a regular and extremely worrying
occurrence in the last two weeks after the Federal
Jury in dad's trial had returned its guilty verdict
and dad's trial drew to its concluding stage. I came
across them as I was walking through the east wing
hall of the house.

They mistook me for Jim!

As I approached they flipped through a pile of paper
attached to a clipboard, introduced themselves by name
and before I could respond said "You must be Master
James". I tried to hide my embarrassment and taking a
firm but high pitched voice quickly corrected their
error. I blushed again when one said to the other,
"Doesn't look 14". They shrugged and continued on
their inspection and I still flushed and hoping no
servants had overheard the conversation hurried on my
way.

The weather in early autumn was still good, not too
hot and not too cold. There was still a lot of warmth
in the sun but some how there was a chill in my soul
that just wouldn't go away.

Dad's trial was taking its toll on the whole
household. A few days ago the prosecution and dads
defence team had given their final submissions as to
the sentencing penalty to go with the guilty verdict.

Due to the influence of my father and his legal team a
jury trial had been agreed to and they had even
succeeded in having the trial held locally in
Eastbrook not in New York. Dad's legal team arguing
that the local community were less likely to convict!

Being tried by jury was very unusual these days. Since
the judicial reforms of President Shelley, trials had
become very quick and most of the legal process had
been greatly simplified and streamlined but in dads
case his legal team had been successful in having a
full trial before a Federal Jury enacted in Eastbrook.

The effect of the drawn out trial was having it's
effect at 'Prosperity', the servants were getting
noticeably sloppy and Dad, preoccupied with his
defence was not the firm and forceful master he had
been throughout all my childhood memories. Our
overseer, Mr Harris and his assistant Lyons along with
the apprentice overseer Charker were trying their best
to keep the household running tightly, but even I
could sense that even they were wondering about their
on going employment prospects.

Raymond knocked that morning on my suite door and then
entered as he had always done. I could hear his soft
steps as he pulled the curtains in my sitting room
then knocked again on my bedroom door, which was open.

"Oooooohhhhhhhhhkkkkk Raymond" I moaned in my usual
grumpy morning attitude

"Morning Master Thomas sir" Raymond brightly replied.

Why he had to be so bright and cheerful in the morning
I could never understand. I was not a morning person.
I guess it was part of his servant training, servants
were expected to always be happy in the company of
their masters and other freemen.

Raymond had been our servant for nearly twelve months
now. He had been born a servant, on our property, his
mother being in dad's service. I had never heard
mention of who his father was. He grew up as part of
our household and had been trained as he grew up, on
dad's specific instructions to serve me and my
brothers needs.

He was, my brother Ed had once told me, a year older
than Ed. There was something about Raymond that
reminded me of someone, but I could never quite put my
finger on whom. Raymond like us three brothers was
blond, a hair colour that my father must have liked,
for I had noticed that nearly all of the younger
servants who worked in dads service were blond.

"That will be all, you may leave" I bluntly replied.

When I heard the suit door close I got out of bed and
went and locked the door, Raymond of course had a key
but he would not dare to use it if I had locked the
door and he knew I was in my suite.

I showered and began dressing in my school uniform
that Raymond had laid out the night before. By the
time I was fully dressed in the middle school summer
uniform of the Piney Hills School which consisted of
an open neck short sleeve khaki shirt with PHS
emblazoned on the pocket and matching shorts
accompanied by black lace up shoes and grey long socks
with the schools colours ringed around the top, which
all middle school boys wore scrunched down so that the
socks looked like they were baggy short socks.

Jim wore the same uniform but Ed was now in the senior
school and wore a short sleeve white shirt with the
senior school tie, grey long trousers and black shoes.

The Piney Hills School was very elitist and exclusive,
even more so than it's close neighbour 'The Hills
Grammar'. It was run like an English Public School
with all the associated traditions, transported into
the deep south of the U.S.A.

As usual Ed knocked on my door as he emerged to go
down for breakfast then went over and knocked on Jim's
door. The three of us would go down to partake
breakfast with our parents together.

Raymond was standing in position at the end of the
hall that lead to our suites, outside the small anti
room he used when on duty in our wing. He rudely
stepped out in front of us, halted us as we walked by
and checked our uniforms, made some minor adjustments
to Jim and my uniforms, then eventually bowed his
head, but I thought in a very sloppy almost
impertinent manner and then waited for us to move
around him.

Annoyed I said to Ed that I felt Raymond was in need
of some encouragement, he was forgetting his place as
a servant. Ed at first seemed to hesitate but then
after some thought agreed with my comment saying to me
"The fact that there was some uncertainty hanging over
the household was of no concern to a servant. That was
one of their privileges as servants; they didn't have
to worry about anything except serving their masters."

Ed turned to Raymond and he told him his attitude was
poor and that this afternoon at 4pm when we returned
from school he should present himself for 5 paddles to
help him refocus on his correct servant attitude.

"Thank you for correcting my ways master" Raymond
replied dutifully but there was still a hint of
attitude in his voice.

Ed having just past his sixteenth birthday, had been
presented with his masters cane and paddle and was
authorised to use them on our servants if he deemed it
necessary. Dad had limited that authority in practise
to just the paddle, as dad felt there could be no
chance of Ed causing any long term harm to ant servant
if he just used the paddle.

What a great party Ed's sixteenth had been only those
few months back, took everyone's mind off the trial
for a short while. As is traditional, Ed was given his
first paddle and cane by dad and Raymond was given the
honour as our personal servant of receiving Ed's first
paddling.

It had been beautiful to watch. Ed had practised and
built up his technique over the previous month and
Raymond acknowledged the skill Ed had shown at his
coming of age paddling by shedding a few tears. I had
already told Raymond I was looking forward to my
coming of age paddling and hoped he would get to
receive the honours from me as well. He had of course
replied "Yes master, thank you" but he didn't seem to
appreciate the significance of being the coming of age
recipient like we free boys did.

Breakfast with our parents had never been a pleasant
experience but lately it was sheer torture. You could
cut the air with a knife. Dad and mum were obviously
upset and nervous about the trial and it was showing
especially after the guilty verdict.

In fact for the last three days mum had not even been
able to bring herself to look us boys in the eyes, it
was as if she was embarrassed by something else about
us or her, not just about dad's current predicament.

I confess I didn't understand very much of the
consequences that could arise from Dads trial, I just
wasn't interested in all that grown up stuff. Jim was
the same but Ed had taken both of us aside as the
tensions at the breakfast table had risen week after
week and explained the little he knew to us, Ed
explained that from what he knew, yes, it was possible
now dad was found guilty that the courts could make
him pay up big time for the financial losses that the
collapse of the families insurance business had
caused. We could be financially ruined.

Some of the kids at school had started bullying both
Ed, Jim and even more so me, about dads trial and
taunted us all that soon we would be "working class
boys or that we were "sons of a criminal".

Both Ed and Jim were much more physical and dominant
than me and it helped them at this time, the guys at
school soon realised I was an easier target and was
not as capable of fighting back.

Guys who I though were my friends began to shun me,
they were not the ones actually bullying me but I
could feel their embarrassment when I was near them.
They really didn't want to be associated with what
they now perceived as a looser, a working class boy.
In the past our families superior status had protected
me, I now began to realise things were changing, I
just didn't realise then just how much and how
radically.

Ed broke the silence at the breakfast table by asking
dad if the last day of the trial was today.

Dad replied, "Yes, the Judge was handing down his
verdict at 10am". You could tell in dad's voice that
he was more scared of today's events than he was
trying to convey to us.

Mum then joined in the conversation; she asked "Would
you boys like to help your dad out today?"

"No Joanna, I don't want them involved in this, I've
told you" dad interjected, but mum went on the
offensive. "Eddy you know you need all the help we can
get in that court room today, if the kids are there
supporting you it will look good in front of the
Judge".

This was new, we had never been involved in the trial
at all, in fact we had been sheltered from most of the
fallout as far as possible.

"Look at them Eddy if they appear in court in their
PHS uniforms it will send the right message to the
Judge, you know, like you, he is a PHS old boy.

Dad had to agree, it made sense but he was very
protective of us and was not sure it would be a good
experience for us. We all said we were desperate to do
anything to help and besides, I though, a day off
school was a bonus, I didn't add that thought of
course.

This change in plans gave us boys some spare time on
our hands, as we were not leaving for the court till
9.00am, so Ed suggested we bring forward Raymond's
paddling. Ed mentioned this to dad whose mind was on
other more important things. He just shrugged and said
"What ever you think Edward" then added, "Your growing
up so fast, a real man now aren't you!"

Raymond was not impressed when we informed him that we
had spare time and that Ed would conduct his paddling
now. Ed ordered him into his study and told him to
strip. Raymond didn't hesitate as he knew it was not
appropriate to hesitate, he took off the Carter tunic,
Carter shorts, Carter briefs and sandals and laid
across a chair in Ed's study.

The site of his near naked body, he of course was
still wearing his slave collar, excited me I have to
admit, I had only seen him naked once before at Ed's
coming of age party. On that occasion like now you
could see the red blush marks on Raymond's body.
Slaves are not supposed to be embarrassed about being
naked but my father ran a very progressive household
for his servants and never forced servants to work
naked. He even supplied proper underwear, which was
not the norm for a lot of servants. I could sympathise
with Raymond's blushing. I sure would have blushed if
I were made to stand naked in front of others,
especially if they were all younger than me, as was
the case here.

Raymond had a good smooth taught body and as was
tradition with slaves he was shaved from neck to
ankle. I wondered how much pubic hair was shaved off
but it was hard to tell as he was beautifully clean
shaven. This really highlighted his penis and balls.
He wasn't well hung but who was I to complain, he was
far better hung than me at that time and I found
looking at him naked made my pants begin to tent, so I
quickly went and sat on the other chair. Jim I noticed
had signs of a similar problem but both chairs were
now occupied, so he just crouched forward to give his
dick more room, pretending to be observing Raymond
more closely.

Ed gave his usual energetic performance with the
paddle and by the 5th stroke Raymond was crying
slightly. We had all been taught of course that this
is just what you want the servant to do, and once he
does then you continue even harder so you force him
through the pain to a new level of compliance. Ed did
just this and did not stop till the maximum 10 stokes
he was allowed by dad to administer. Raymond was now
really crying, his penis was fully erect much to my
excitement, his body was covered in perspiration and
he had snot running down his face from his nose.

Ed told him to go back to his quarters and clean up,
but be back in 15 minutes to resume his duties with
the right attitude. He went to pick up his clothes but
I asserting my power over him, said "Leave then, you
can put them on when you're clean, we don't want
soiled clothing on our servant".

He almost said something but checked him self and
bowed then left the room. I'm sure he heard Jim and I
congratulating Ed on a job well done and deserved.

Ed informed Raymond once he returned and dressed that
it was likely that we would be back early today, so he
needed to have the suites finished by 1pm at the
latest.


End Chapter 1.