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BIRTHDAY SURPRISE-R-US With thanks to AndrEW who creatted both the Ropeville Hotel and recently the McBound restaurant there. And for his kind permission to trespass on his mythos. “Bonk” The saucepan slid down the pile waiting cleaning and bounced off poor Foundlings head. “Ouch!” She cried out. “That will be nothing compared to the pain from the switching your bodies will receive, if Sister Monette does not find that pile clean when she makes her rounds and checks the scullery.” The gorgeous blond hared girl in full dominatrix black leathers informed one half of the pot scouring detail. Foundling and her life mate Melissa, along with their entire class, were enduring a very normal month’s rotation through cafeteria duty. As all students, in that very special Swiss school for concubines are required to perform. Foundling, at about four foot ten, flat stomach and chest, baby fat gone as her ribs protruded slightly at the sides. Depilated loins with protruding sex lips. The reddish blond hair on her head cut pageboy front and hanging down to her shoulder blades at the back. Green eyes set in a pretty face. Ruby red lips with a tong habitually licking them. Foundling had been a sex slave as long as she could remember. But otherwise a typical relatively well fed, tanned all over, warm climate raised USA grade eight pre-teen. Melissa, a four foot nine thin little pre-teen Germanic blond hared lass with a nice bum and a face that would have been considered pretty if she smiled once in a while. “Lost Puppy Look” Being the description you were most likely to assign to her. She was born and raised in a wealthy German industrial magnate’s household by faceless servants and nannies. Melissa had been traumatized first by the murder of her parents and then her kidnapping by the same terrorist for ransom. They grabbed poor Foundling right off the street to keep her company in her dark cell and Melissa had clung to her ever since. Unfortunately, Foundling and Melissa’s first days were not very promising. The first Monday of every month brought apprehension to some girl’s minds and relief to others. On that day classes rotated. From what passed as normal school activities of a practical sex class and one found in any Swiss board of education’s curriculum. To a month spent toiling in one of the schools service areas. After their usual morning’s showers followed by an invigorating hot air and fluffy white towel dry off. And as they all chatted away, compressing a full days enforced silence into a morning of little girl verbalizations. Foundlings’ class had trooped back to their dorm sleeping room to dress for another day of school when each of their PDF units sounded off announcing an incoming message. Dead silence reined as each girl retrieved their unit from her backpack set in its proper place on top of her sleeping cage and read the message displayed on its screen. “Cafeteria Duty.” Instructed the unit, and then flashed. ”Immediately!” when the first instruction had been acknowledged. A groan of dismay from twenty-two apprehensive faces replaced the previous eager to start of another day merry verbal intercourse. In dead silence they replaced their PDF units, and their freshly cleaned school uniforms to their hangers and flowed as if a reluctant sluggish stream out of their dormitory through the main hall towards the central stair. Merging with the other unfortunate classes of girls who’s number had come up for duty into an equally sluggish river and down the two flights of stairs to the main floor. Here again separating into their class group and off to their assigned areas. Foundling’s class entered the stone and glass expanse of their schools cafeteria. Originally designed and completed except for its bell towers as a gothic cathedral by a religious order of Nuns. The Holy Sisters of Redemption had in the early eighteen hundreds, attempted to build a retreat and private religious school for girls in this pleasant little valley set in the mountains just above Geneva Switzerland. Sister A’s dark master had instructed her to purchase the upland valley and the partially constructed buildings from the order when they had run out of money. Since then Sister A had completed and twice expanded and renovated the structures. They still were home to a school for girls. But these girls were instructed in, besides deportment, cooking, art appreciation, math, computer skills and languages, the arts of pleasing a male or female master. One who would either have sent them or after three years of training purchase them at auction. Just inside the dinning hall, awaited the one who would control their every waking moment for the next month. Sister Monette the dietician in full black kid leather nun’s habit, with her permanently assigned assistants Becky Sue, Malibu Barbie and Cindy further back, all three fellow students attired in black dominatrix leathers. “First six on my left of your double file to the Bakery and next four to raw food prep all under Becky, next six to kitchen duties under Barbie, last eight, transportation and dispensing under Cindy.” The formidable presence, her ever-ready switch already in her right opera length leather gloved hand, informed her new charges. “You lot look so forlorn it has already made my day.” She added as she moved aside. “She absolutely loves the first week of every single month you know.” Becky Sue whispered to the two younger and smaller girls on either side of her, as they moved to collect their new staff. “As much as we hate them.” Barbie replied. Knowing the next few days would bring her a sore throat and headaches from dealing with their totally unskilled fellow students. All three would be driven to distraction as they instructed them in their new duties to prepare, cook and set out for consuming meals for the entire schools personnel starting with breakfast in one hour. “Is this one of those events you said would greatly assist my understanding of them?” The tiny girl known to her fellows as Pet heard in her mind. “It certainly will when we fail to please Sister Monette and we are switched for it on our backsides.” She replied likewise to the dark hared young girl known as the Silent One. “Then we will perform our assigned duties in such an exemplary fashion we will be rewarded, not punished.” The Silent One replied. “Owww!” Came from the usually silent ones mouth as Sister Monette’s ever present switch delivered three quick strikes to both her and Pets rears for just being the last ones in the file of girls heading for the kitchen area following Barbie. “Move your lazy buts faster!” She ordered and walked off to see who else was tardy beginning their new duties. “Understand how it will be every day for the next month now?” Came Pets question into her mind. The lack of a reply, as her hands rubbed her pert rear, from the one placed under her care for instruction into the ways of his creations informed Pet. The Silent One was learning very fast how things were going to be for the next month under Sister Monette’s harsh regime. Day One Foundling, Melissa, Flame, Nuage, Mary Ann, and Mitsui had been the girls sent to the bakery and followed Becky Sue. They were handed full frontage aprons, which exposed their firm posteriors naked and available for Sister Monette’s switch. The bakery operation is a relatively easy go. The creation of breads, cookies, cupcakes and other pastries and treats required nothing more than measuring out from the indicated tubs mixing up and pouring the resulting batter into pre-greased pans and trays. Then sliding them into the tall metal rack units and onto the conveyor that will carry them through the bakery oven. On the other end, protective gloved, roll them into the cooling room and then either remove or assist in decorating the resulting cupcakes, cookies, breads and pies before shipping them by elevator up to the main floor dispensing area. Except Foundling and Melissa on their first day on their first job, were so overwhelmed by the hustle and bustle, they forgot to spray the edible oil onto the pans, and everything stuck. To say Sister Monette was not amused was to put it very mildly. “You lot have managed to ruined an entire days baking!” Sister Monette yelled when she stormed into the lower floor bakery. Becky Sue immediately fell to her hands and knees, her left hand reaching back and flipping up her short leather skirt to expose her pleasingly firm rear for punishment. “Who was assigned to bakery prep?” She inquired as she thrashed Becky’s ass cheeks. “Foundling.’ Gasped out Becky between moans of sexual arousal. It being very obvious, Becky Sue’s body considered thrashing simply a warm up to sexual use. Sister Monette, a wry smile on her lips from Becky’s usual pleasurable response to pain, walked over to where the six new bakery staff knelt, heads down, hands clasped behind their backs awaiting her attention. “You two assume the punishment position face to face over that safety rail.” Sister Monette ordered. Foundling and Melissa immediately jumped up and walked over to the chrome rail that divided the metal conveyor that carried the bakery tray units into, and the one that carried the same shelf units out of the industrial sized bakery oven. Both bent forward trunk horizontal, hands reaching out to first grasp the round chrome bar that was the top of the safety barrier. Then looking into each other’s apprehensive eyes, as they spread their legs as wide as they could, fingers searching out and tenderly interlacing for mutual support. Foundling, who never even owned the hand-me-down clothes she was given to wear, had grown up a slave and was used to such punishments. Melissa born into a very wealthy upper class German household had grown up pampered and waited on by faceless servants and nannies. But she had never been shown any affection until Foundling; to comfort her in the pitch-dark prison their kidnappers had thrust them into. Introduced her to female lovemaking in order to keep her from going hysterical and slipping into insanity. “You two were so busy paying attention to your lovers nude body you failed to carry out the simple task required of you to ensure my bakery operated efficiently.” Sister Monette instructed as her switch fell in seemingly endless strokes across the backside and rear of these two little girl screw-ups. Tears pored from their eyes, sobs broke from their lips as their bodies trembled and sweated under the assault. But though her switching stung and would continue to do so for days. Sister Monette was very careful not to beak their skin and run afoul of Sister A, the school headmistress strict rule of no permanent damage to her students from punishment. “Take these two with you to the infirmary where your abrasions will be seen too and instruct the staff to keep these two there for the rest of the day.” Sister Monette ordered Becky Sue. “Since you as usual, considered a switching nothing more than foreplay, get right back here and make sure these others clean up the baking trays for tomorrows try.” Day Two The next morning Foundling and Melissa went off to the food prep area in the basement. Down there, fruits and vegetables were processed from the bags and containers they came in. First on to a freshwater rinse off and then into peeling and slicing or dicing machines as that days dietary plan called for. The machinery did most of the work, and was carefully designed to prevent injury to the inexperienced girls assigned to feed the items through it. The jobs were still labor intensive, though, as the raw foodstuff came in bulk and had to be moved from machine to machine and later up the service elevator to the kitchen floor in stainless steel bins on rubber wheeled carts. But if you set the machine to dice instead of slice the potatoes, or dump oranges into the potato peeler and potatoes into the juicer, well the result is a mess instead of the raw foodstuffs the kitchen staff is expecting. Again Sister Monette stormed in switch at the ready. Her entire dietary planning for today would have to be scrapped as the raw materials were ruined. Becky Sue resuming her yesterday’s position, rear exposed for another switching. “Over to the doorway.” An exasperated Sister Monette ordered after swatting Becky’s rump only once. “I’ll deal with you tonight in my bedroom.” “I look forward to it Mistress.” A delighted Becky Sue replied as she walked over to her assigned position to await her next order. “Over here, and stand back to back, hands intertwined over your heads.” Sister Monette ordered Foundling and Melissa.” You two have managed to ruin two straight days of my carefully planned feeding schedule for your fellow students. Foundling and Melissa stood as ordered, back to already switched back. Trembling arms up high over their heads and again fingers intertwining for mutual support during the painful session to come. “Screwing up will not get you dismissed from my service.” Sister Monette informed the two girls as her switch lay a pattern of stinging blows up and down their firm young forms. Sweat poured from their bodies, tears running down their cheeks to drip on their heaving chests and they bit their lips attempting to keep cries and sobs inside. Take these two back to the infirmary and have them treat their minor abrasions and keep them their out of my hair until tomorrow.” Sister Monette instructed Becky Sue. Foundling and Melissa could barely walk from being switched completely over their bodies in the last two days and knew sleeping tonight would be near impossible. “Sister Monette wants these two ready for a complete days work tomorrow.” Becky Sue informed the white leather nurses’ uniform clad infirmary nurse who awaited them. “Inform your mistress we will apply soothing creams, administer painkillers and a sleeping draught to ensure they are ready for her use early tomorrow.” She replied as her similarly clad staff ushered the repeatedly punished two off. Day Three Wednesday found them chained by the ankle in front of a stainless steel wash tank in a room full of dirty cooking and serving stainless steel. Air powered scrubbing brush in Foundlings hands with power washer in Melissa’s. Each attired in full frontal covering aprons. “Welcome to your permanent kitchen assignment for the rest of your month’s cafeteria duty.” Sister Monette informed the sad faced pair of screw-ups in front of her. “And by the way, I understand the large item automatic dishwasher will be out of service for about that long.” The two little girls contemplating a month’s hard labor scrubbing pots and pans as she walked away did not share in her laughter. But on day, six they and a few selected schoolmates were on a plane homeward bound. Not sent packing from her school, as no girl ever had been. But allowed a brief respite from the headmistress’s tender mercies to assist in a surprise birthday party for Foundlings master Robert Evans. “Stay out of the kitchen.’ Instructed Sister Monette, as they were led out of the main building and onto one of the school’s very special buses. “I promise to never darken the inside of any kitchen ever again.” Foundling replied, Melissa quickly nodding agreement. “You will serve the remaining weeks of your classes food service rotation back in the scullery when you return.” Sister A informed the temporarily reprieved screw-ups. “We hear and obey” Was all the two now crestfallen students could reply as they bowed to her before entering the converted prime mover. A Special Request Earlier that morning a very worried pair of little girls had been brought up before Sister A’s large teak office desk in her very normal private school headmistresses’ office. Complete with glass case full of silver and gold trophies her students had won in normal sports competitions against regular Swiss private schools. The two immediately knelt, heads down, hands clasped behind their backs as every one of her students were required to be in their headmistress’s presence. Sister A was already hard at her endless paperwork, her current dresser, Giggles on duty kneeling beside her with a steaming cup of tea held up over her head.
“Yes Mistress.” Foundling replied. “And this morning I have granted a request involving you.” She informed the little girl in front of her. “Yes Mistress.” Again came the only reply expected from a student. “You and your fellow Californians will be returning home for your owners birthday party.” She said. “Thank you Mistress for granting me this boon.” Foundling replied with a relieved tone in her voice. But Foundling worried poor little Melissa will be inconsolable without Foundling at her side. Foundling had sentenced herself to three years at the school to be at her side, as Melissa would have gone insane without her love within touching distance. “Have you ever head of a restaurant called McBound?” Sister A inquired. “No mistress.” Foundling replied. “It appears they use tightly bound little girls as waitresses.” Sister A informed her. “And you will be among the surprise bound servers for you owners private dinner party.” “I will perform my duties bound or otherwise in a manor that will bring honor to my school, mistress.” Foundling informed her. “Off to your dormitory, have a shower and get properly attired for your trip.” Sister A ordered. Foundling stood, bowed low and backed up towards the door of her Headmistresses office, turned and opening the door departed. Leaving a very distressed Melissa, all alone, still kneeling in the submissive position, in front of Sister A’s desk, an almost silent sob escaping her lips. “Melissa, why are you still here? Be off with the other half of your permanent twosome back to California were you first met.” Sister revealed to a now delighted little girl, who leapt up and dashed out of the office after her soul mate. In her glee, totally forgetting the proper method of exiting their formidable Headmistresses presence. “Am I getting soft?” Sister A inquired as she picked up the cup of tea from the saucer held up over her current dresser’s head. “Not that I have noted, Mistress.” Giggles replied. A tear escaped Giggles eyes as the battery pack strapped to her left hip sent shocks through the alligator clips attached to her nipples and quim when ever the contacts tapped to her lips were separated. She had been given over to Sister Bettie, the deportment and social graces mistress, for corrective instruction when her constant asides had finally annoyed Sister A. |