Date: Thu, 11 Aug 2005 19:09:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steam train <steam_t2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Modest Servant Chapter 11

A Modest Servant

By Steam Train   ( steam_t2000@yahoo.com )

Chapter 11: Summer holidays from hell.

My relationship with Ed changed a lot after that initial session in the
bedroom with Marcus and Ed. The most practical outcome was that I soon
came to realise just how horney my older brother was. Most nights in the
privacy of the bedroom after we were sure Mr Norris had retired to his
bedroom, one of us would visit the others bed. Ok I confess there were
many nights where I was as horney as my brother, it must run in the
family. Deep within my mind I still had this lingering guilty doubt about
the correctness of what Ed and I were doing. It didn't stop me however
from really looking forward to every night being alone in the bedroom
with Ed.

This was however almost the only joy that the long summer school holidays
were to bring. This Christmas was not shaping up as the special occasion
I had looked forward too in all the previous years of my life when I had
been free. Marcus had gone overseas to visit his relatives in Brazil then
his mother in Los Angeles, he was not due back till the very end of the
holidays and if this separation was not bad enough, Mr Riley the
Headmaster had informed both Ed and I that, as we would not be attending
class, we would have lots of spare time and spare time was not good for
servants, so we were ordered to work during what would have been class
hours with the servant grounds staff. Before and after class hours we
were still expected to perform our usual houseboy duties.

My very first day of so called holidays was one of my most miserable
since I had entered servitude, though I was soon to learn the whole of
the holidays were to be my holidays from hell. Mr Norris took Ed and me
over to the schools servant's quarters and to Mr Lindrum's office.
Within ten minutes we were out in the grounds in the burning summer sun
digging a new drain ditch behind the gymnasium with a team of servants.
Neither Ed nor I was used to such hard physical work, and after fifteen
minutes I was pausing to rest.

Never do that as a servant. The senior servant of the team `Tombs' was
empowered by Mr Lindrum to administer punishment to the other servants in
the team if they were not performing to expectations. Tombs proved to be
severe in his use of the cane. As soon as I showed any slacking off, I
was whacked. I soon noticed that the other servants who were used to the
hard labour thought it great fun to see, as they put it, `these two
uppity privileged servants' finally reduced to the level of a hard
working menial servant, with no special privileges.

I was to learn that there had been many murmurs amongst the schools
servants that Ed and I were receiving special pampered treatment. They
were very peeved at this and it was causing some unrest. I guess in some
ways they were correct. Now they got their revenge.

The law might have stated that ten strokes of the cane was the legal
limit per day but I soon learnt that there was no regular monitoring of
this and if you knew what you were doing with a cane you could get away
with a lot more than what the law stated. The law certainly didn't seem
to phase Tombs. I lost count of the flicks of the cane that stung my
backside through my shorts. He was careful to make sure he only flicked
me on my backside, which was protected by my shorts and left no lasting
impression. When he really wanted to hurt he ordered me to drop my shorts
and undies in front of the other servants so that my backside was
unprotected. He never did this more than ten times a day though. He soon
learnt that this greatly embarrassed me and he used this over the next
weeks as a special punishment. He never failed to make comment to the
other servants about the small size of my dick.

Ed was treated in a similar manner, feeling the cane on his backside also
with numerous propensity.

By the end of the first day I was so exhausted and fed up with all the
canings that I wanted to report Tomb's actions to Mr Norris.

Ed was adamant that I was not to do so. He said it would cause no end of
unrest and we would be blamed for it. The chances were the school would
be forced to choose between the two of us or all the other servants and
he felt that they would certainly have to choose in favour of their other
servants and get rid of us. They might crack down on the schools other
servants for their poor attitude but in the end we would go, as we would
be seen as the unsettling influence.

Being so exhausted by the end of that day from my field labours, I was
almost incapable of doing my house duties. Ed was the same. He actually
asked Mr Norris could we please be excused for that day only from our
duties and be allowed to shower and go to bed early.

A servant's life I was finding out again was a cruel existence. Mr
Norris said "No"

"I'm sorry boys but if Ed in particular does not go and do his houseboy
duties tonight it will be noticed by the other servants. I think you boys
have already found out that you are not exactly the flavour of the month
with the other school servants. Because of that I can't let you off from
your usual duties I am really sorry". Mr Norris said

" Boys have a shower quickly to ease your muscles but then you will have
to find the strength to get your duties done" he said.

Mr Norris looked very concerned for us and was obviously thrashing many
issues about this in his head, however he made us get on with our duties
once we had showered.

That night's duties were the hardest I had ever done. I was totally
exhausted. The shower had helped but after a few hours I was out on my
feet. When Ed walked back in after finishing his duties he didn't look
any better.

I already had begun loving Mr Norris in a special way before this night,
but tonight I was to find a new dimension to that love. That night and
many after it through those holidays from hell he made us both sit at the
dinner table which I had set previously and went out to the kitchen and
served us both our dinner, something I usually did. I burst out crying
when he walked in that first night holding our two plates. I was
emotionally drained from the day and this was just too emotionally
overwhelming. Looking across the table at Ed he smiled at me but he too
was swallowing hard just keeping his own reactions in check.

My summer holidays from hell continued like this through too the second
last week of the holidays. We had worked hard doing many hard physical
jobs around the school and certainly our tanned and firm bodies showed
the results of those many weeks of hard labour. Both Ed and I were much
fitter for the experience and our stoic resolve to get our job done had
finally won many of the servants grudgingly around. We both proved to
most of them that we had guts and that we could take our punishment like
men. We never complained about our treatment.

If Mr Riley or Mr Norris knew how often we were punished they did not let
on. I suspect like most things they knew. It was however the way of the
world to treat servants like that. The law relating to the punishment of
servants I was quickly to learn was often treated with a fair amount of
latitude provided there were no obvious signs of abuse. A bit like most
people break the speed limit most times they drive a car but don't
consider that a crime and often get very indignant when they do
occasionally get caught and fined as if they were saying `what have I
done wrong?'.

We did get a break on Christmas day. Let me tell you unlike previous
years where money was not an issue and presents for Christmas were
plentiful, I discovered that servants didn't get anything in the way of
presents at Christmas. Mr Norris however tried his hardest to make
Christmas at least bearable. We had special privileges like a Christmas
dinner. This was something that was within his power and authority to
organise and bestow upon us without causing major concerns amongst those
in the school parent community that were looking for any excuse to have
us removed

In fact all the servants were allowed a special Christmas dinner meal in
the school hall cooked by the servant cooks who also joined us in the
celebration. We were all encouraged by Mr Lindrum to sing Christmas
carols and after a while I got into the spirit, forgot my modesty about
my singing voice, yep that's right I am modest about that too! And had a
pretty good time.

I missed my family at this special family time of the year. Mr Norris was
now more of a family to me than mum, but I wondered where dad was and
what he was doing that Christmas day. Jim was away living with mum for
the holidays and we only saw him once during the whole holidays. That
visit was organised by Mr Norris to occur on that very Christmas
afternoon. Mum, Jim and Walter Vanderbilt came to visit us. Mr Norris
left us alone in his lounge room for over an hour. It was a nice time. Mr
Vanderbilt sat quietly to the side of the lounge for most of that hour.
He was polite to us but you could sense that he was forcing himself to be
so respectful to a couple of servants. He also freely admitted that he
didn't relate well to children or teenagers.

Mum filled us in on the wider family news, what our one and only aunty,
uncle and my two cousins were doing. But I think she picked up the vibes
that all this talk about free citizens pursuits was not helping our
mental outlook and spent most of the time after that asking about all our
boring activities as a servant. She did however near the end of the visit
question Mr Norris about our use in the grounds as labourers. He calmly
told her of the trouble that had been simmering within the servants of
the school and told her it was important that they all saw that we were
not being given a privileged position. Mum is not stupid and soon saw
that our continued presence at the school rested on no trouble between
her two sons and the remainder of the servants. I had hoped mum might
have been my way out of the hell I was in, but no, she agreed it was the
best course for the school and us and was confident that Mr Norris and Mr
Riley would ensure that we were not abused in carrying out our labours.

Jim was awe struck about how well both Ed and I had filled out during the
weeks since the holidays had begun. Jim was still taller than me and
stockier but I was now more muscular. For the first time in a few years I
actually thought the better for myself about my body.

At the end of the hour Mr Norris brought in some afternoon tea and whilst
Mum, Mr Vanderbilt and Mr Norris had tea and biscuits Ed and I had a
chance to talk to Jim alone. We learnt that mum and Mr Vanderbilt were
getting on very familiar terms. He said that they were sharing the same
bedroom. I though of dad again at this time and I admit I had a short
surge of anxiety and anger that mum could do this to him, but just as
soon I realised he was a servant for life, that there was no way a court
indentured life term servant could be freed, so mum was no longer legally
married and she had to live. I sort of understood how she felt.

Ed whispered also to Jim about how he was now allowed in with Marcus and
I once a month and how that had lead to him and I having lots of fun. I
blushed profusely and hoped mum and Mr Norris did not notice or hear. Ed
even told Jim we would try to include him when school returned if at all
possible. To my amazement Jim thought that was a great idea!

 Why was I the only one in the family that was so modest?

That was our family Christmas get together. All too soon the hour was
over and we had said good-bye to mum, Jim and Mr Vanderbilt.

I talked long into that night with Mr Norris about my dad. He was a good
listener and let me get some of my frustrations out. I told him how I
hoped to eventually track down my half brothers.

He didn't ridicule my dreams, instead he just said "Tom we all should
have dreams and ambitions in our life. You keep those dreams and nourish
them. You never know what is possible unless you try".

With two weeks to go, my holidays from hell took a surprise turn which at
first looked like a good opportunity but turned into just another chapter
in my summer holiday of hellish experiences.

When we were being assessed for the State Servants Performance Review'
the Inspectors had noted that our training at Holy Trinity Grammar School
had not fulfilled all the requirements of the Juvenile Servant Training
Act. We were therefore required to attend a special two-week intensive
training course at the North West Sydney Servant Training College.

My initial reaction was `Thank you lord' for saving me from the labours
of the school work gang. I was also going to be leaving the school for
the first time since I was placed into servitude. That was something I
had been craving for, for months. I was really anticipating going to the
college to refine my servant's skills and thus be an even better servant
to Mr Norris.

That Monday morning Ed and I dressed in our HTGS sports uniform with only
one change of clothes in a small sports bag waited outside the main steps
to the school, along with Mr Norris. After a short wait a white bus with
almost no windows came up the drive and stopped in front of us. A
uniformed Servant Protection Unit officer alighted with a clipboard,
acknowledged Mr Norris then yelled out "Edward and Thomas Carter.

"Sir, yes sir" we replied in unison"

"Strip"

We stood there stunned.

"I said strip" and his hand reached for his stun gun on his hip.

"Officer please" Mr Norris interjected. "I have had them pack a change
of clothes and all, why are you asking them to strip".

"Servants have no need of modesty especially young servants and besides
in a lot of the training they are going to undergo clothes will be a
hindrance. If they need clothing they will be issued with appropriate
clothing at that time. You had better place their clothing sir in those
two bags and take them back with you till we return in two weeks with
your servants".

We both saw the look of resignation and of anger on Mr Norris's face and
I think we both decided that it would be better for all concerned if we
stripped as ordered. It didn't take long till we were both standing
naked in front of the officer. Funny, standing there naked I no longer
tried to cover my modesty. I realised I was now acting like any trained
servant. I was loosing my free citizen mentality very quickly.

The Guard had Mr Norris sign for our collection and then we were pushed
up the steps into the bus. Behind the driver there was one, two seater
seats on both sides of the bus backed by a solid metal wall with a wire
mesh door blocking the way into the bowels of the bus.

A second guard was standing in front of one of those seats and she opened
the mesh door and pushed Ed and I through into the remainder of the bus
which had no windows and was half full of naked teenagers of both sex's.

There was no effort to segregate the sexes. We were marched down to about
half way where the bus had filled up to. Our hands were handcuffed over
our heads and to a metal rail that hung from the ceiling. The guards left
us and closed and locked the door at the front then sat down in the two
seats and told the driver who I now noticed wore a term criminal's
servants collar to move off. The air in the bus at the height of the
summer was putrid. There was only ventilation through vents in the
ceiling. The body odour made me wrench. I could hear the sounds of
sobbing from further down the bus but it was too dark too see much
further down the bus into the darkness that engulfed the very back
section of the bus.

Opposite me there was a guy about twelve or thirteen I guess, just
standing there looking shocked out of his existence. There was quite a
pretty girl with lovely tits and an awesome shaved slit just behind this
boy. I smiled and she smiled back and we both blushed. Pity the light was
so dim I thought but then as I started to erect I changed my mind and was
glad my embarrassment was somewhat hidden in the gloom

Ed and I began to talk to me but the others soon hushed us, real fear in
their voices. The guards had already it appears, left their marks on a
few of the servants before our stop for speaking. We kept quite.

I couldn't see very much on our trip to the training college, the only
view being through the wire mesh door at the front. My desire to get
outside the gates of the college and see the outside world again had
turned into nothing. We stopped another six or seven times picked up
individuals or groups of servants and continued on our way. By the time
we arrived and were herded out of the bus my body felt like it had been
in a sauna. I stunk, I could smell myself.

The use of the cane was plentiful as we were processed into the college.
Any slight movement or flinch and you were thrashed. My fear levels were
increasing every second. I wanted the safety of Mr Norris and the school.

We were placed into class groups and taken to a communal showering area
where we were at least allowed to wash ourselves clean. Ed was not in my
group all of whom appeared to be around my age. When dry and still naked
it was straight into our first class.

We were taken to a room full of ironing boards. A lady instructor
immediately began showing us how to iron a shirt, then we were set to
work ironing shirt after shirt. If it was not perfectly ironed, that is
with not a crease mark showing, you were caned. I was caned a lot. When I
complained that ten was the maximum allowed. The instructor whom I had
already noticed spoke very coarsely replied "Shut up and speak only when
spoken too servant, that outburst will earn you a demerit point, besides
Mr smart-arse, we have a special exemption certificate from the fucking
courts for this facility. The Servants Protection Unit will determine
what is allowed and what is not allowed here at this college".

I was taken back out the front of the classroom and showed again and
again how to iron a shirt. I really tried hard and I did get a lot better
but by the end of the session I was marked down as unsatisfactory and was
told that that result would earn extra demerit punishment at the end of
the day. Sewing practise was next. I was hopeless here too and ended with
the same unsatisfactory result. Cooking I passed my first course but only
just and washing, cleaning and servant behaviour I passed easily.

I particularly enjoyed Servant Behaviour. When I was first placed into
servitude my modesty would have prevented me from being totally involved
in the sexual aspects of this course. Now after ten months of servitude
my sexual desires and longings had overtaken my modesty. My class was all
fourteen and fifteen year old guys. We were prevented by law from fucking
or being fucked but we were still shown all sorts of techniques that
would please our masters if they wished to fuck us or they wanted us to
fuck them. We even got to see Ed's class of sixteen and seventeen year
old guys present practical sessions for us. I could see that Ed and most
of the guys in his class were very embarrassed by all this public
scrutiny of their sexual activities. It was good to watch though.

We even had practical sessions on oral sex with our classmates and with
some of the female classes. I always looked forward to the Servant
Behaviour classes and was greatly disappointed when the day's class was
on nonsexual topics like servant stance positions or ways of addressing
masters and other free citizens.

The first night after dinner all of the servants who had an
unsatisfactory rating in any course were called to the front of the
assembled students and informed that we were to be caned five times for
every unsatisfactory course and two times for each demerit point earned.
For me that meant twelve strokes of the cane. Five for each of the two
courses I had unsatisfactory ratings in and two for the added demerit
point I had earned by speaking out of turn in ironing. I nearly died when
I saw the muscled officer who was to administer the cane to us.

One by one we were tied to a special punishment frame in the front of the
room and our bare backs and buttocks were unmercifully thrashed with the
most ferocious strokes I had ever seen. Our tormentor took a few steps
back and actually stepped in to administer every stroke with the cane.
One slash of the cane had every servant yelling for mercy. By ten they
were almost beyond consciousness. The only servant to receive more than
ten strokes before me was incapable of standing when he was released. He
collapsed to the floor and some servants were ordered to take him to the
clinic for treatment.

I was shitting myself as I was called up to the frame. The first stroke,
which lashed my bare back, was the worst pain I had ever experienced. I
yelled out, on the third stroke I lost control of my bladder, a fate
which a few before me had also suffered but none on or before the third
stroke. Oh the sheer pain, followed by more pain and then more pain as my
tormentor trashed the living daylights out of me. I don't recall when it
ended. Some time around the tenth stroke I passed out and I can remember
water being thrown over me and the stinging sensation on my back as the
water ran down my skin, but I can't remember the end. I can only
remember the nurse in the clinic rubbing some type of soothing balm on my
bleeding back and buttocks.

I was given little sympathy by the other servants in my group as we
bunked down that night. They were all too scared of what might befall
them to worry too much about me. I had to lie on my stomach and after a
while the nurse appeared gave me a tablet which she said would help me
sleep and went on her ways. It must have worked for after a while I
drifted off to sleep. I rolled over in the night and awoke everyone with
an almighty yell of pain. Even the guard on duty came to check out what
was happening.

Never did I want such a punishment again. I passed all my classes the
second day. Ironing only just, but I did. I don't think I could have
survived such a caning again. The effects of the first nights canings had
their effect on all of the servant students, as there was only one
unsatisfactory caning the second night. It was one of the girls who had
received ten strokes the night before; this time she received another ten
strokes and like me she was carried out to the clinic after her
punishment was inflicted.

What a fortnight in hell the college proved to be. Sure I learnt to iron,
wash, sew, clean, cook and behave like a servant with great proficiency.
But I also learnt absolute hate for most of the Servant Protection Unit
Guards and some of the instructors. There were some like Mrs Pennyweather
in sewing that showed real compassion and tried to assist me to reach a
satisfactory level when she saw that I was struggling. A lot though had
been corrupted by the attitude that permeated that facility. I never met
the Superintendent but I hated him or her. The leader of any
establishment sets the tone and others follow, they had set a bad tone
here, as far I was convinced.

`Servant Protection Unit', well after these two weeks I could spit on
that word protection. All I could think of was wait till I could tell Mr
Norris and particularly Mrs Blackmoore when next I saw them.

How could Mrs Blackmoore be a part of such a brutal regime? She was firm
but always humane. This college was just brutal, did she know?

The day of graduation we were all handed our certificates and I received
distinctions in servant behaviour, cooking and cleaning, a credit in
washing and a pass in ironing and sewing.

When the bus dropped me off at the school, Mr Norris was there to greet
me. I stepped off naked and putrid just like my trip to the college. Mr
Norris admonished the officer for treating Ed and I and the other
servants so. His only reply was that as a free citizen he was entitled to
his opinion, but that there was little sympathy in the world for
emancipists. Discipline he said was the only sure way of producing docile
service focused servants. Servants were no different to animals he
blatantly stated. You soon learn he said to treat them just the same.

With that and before Mr Norris could say anything in reply the guard
shoved a clipboard in front of Mr Norris who signed and wrote an
additional note he told us later, to the effect that he was not satisfied
that we were humanly treated.

The shower at home never felt so good and that night at our inspections
Mr Norris noticed the scaring on Ed's and particularly on my back and
bottoms.

With his voice nearly breaking he said "I am so sorry boys, come here".

Very carefully he hugged our naked bodies for a very long time repeating
over and over "I am so sorry, so sorry, this is just so wrong, I am so
sorry"

Ed said "It's ok Mr Norris it's nor your fault it's the fault of the
laws that control servitude.

I was not at that point in time worried who's fault it was all I wanted
was to be loved again so  I said to Mr Norris, " I love you Mr Norris"
and left it at that, my horror holidays from hell were finally over.

End Chapter 11