Even the Modest Must Serve Chapter 1 
By Steam Train

copyright 2006 by Steam Train, all rights reserved 
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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.


  
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