Even the Modest Must Serve Chapter 9 
By Steam Train

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Chapter 9: Family affairs.

I'm sure you have all experienced the gut retching nervous
feeling that builds when you are approaching some thing you
are not looking forward too. Now in life I get that feeling
when I am waiting for my appointment at the Dentist. Well
back then that was exactly how I felt all morning in class
knowing that Marcus and I had to front up to Mr Norris in
his office at 11am when recess started.

All morning in class my mind was not on the lessons for a
number of reasons.

I could not sit down because of the pain from my caning
earlier that morning. I was also terrified that Mr Norris
would order me to have more ten-stroke canings. They were,
as I had found out earlier that day, totally unbearable. I
would do anything to avoid having the cane administered so
many times in one session, anything, absolutely anything.

I had to ask permission in all the morning classes to be
allowed to stand up and that meant all my fellow classmates
hearing of my humiliating treatment. In the first class of
that morning I was that horrified of having to explain my
punishment I tried to sit, only succeeding however in
drawing added attention to my self when I yelled out in pain
and stood straight back up failing miserably in my attempt
at being able to take the weight of my body on my very sore
behind.

In this first lesson Marcus was sitting next to me and to my
added humiliation it was him not me that asked Mrs Lawless
for permission for me to stand, explaining in detail to her
and the class why I had called out and thus was standing.

Slowly and subtly Marcus was beginning to dominate our
relationship. I could sense this and he knew and desired it.
I desired his friendship and love more and was prepared to
accept this situation. What choice did I have really
anyways, I was a slave he was a freeman. Slave's can't
complain about these things they just have to accept them
and make the best of the situation. I fumed inside and I
think Marcus could see this reaction in me. Somewhere deep
within his psyche, I think he enjoyed achieving this
reaction in me it gave him a certain satisfaction. As nice
as he was to me there were beginning to be times when he
liked to be in a relationship as servant and master. My
obvious dislike of Marcus's subtle domination of me didn't
stop him however in slowly trying to set out on a course
that could turn me into a personal servant to him, if I
wasn't very careful.

Jack Strauchan was unfortunately in this class as well and I
could see he was gloating over my discomfort and pain. Of
all the students in the school he was the one who gave me
the biggest problems. I tried, mostly successfully to avoid
him but sometime it was impossible. He had his small cadre
of friends who taking a lead from him made passing comments
in class, in the grounds and especially in the corridors of
the school about my slave status and how I should not be
allowed to walk the same halls as them.

They never laid hands on me, they were too smart for that
but I still found them very intimidating and Jack had on
more than one occasion openly warned me my time would come,
where the school would not be able to protect me and he
would see me in my correct place as a slave to his master
ship, just like his slaves at his home.


I remember feeling sorry for his slaves even though I had
never met them.

Eventually I had to get my mind off my imminent doom with Mr
Norris, so I began thinking back over the last months and
how totally my life had changed.

It was the simple freedoms I missed most. No longer was I
free to listen to a CD or go for a walk. I was a prisoner in
the grounds of Piney Hills School. In fact I couldn't even
walk the grounds without permission. I had not been outside
the school since I was indentured. I longed for a visit to
the shops, to choose a DVD or video at the local store. I
would even welcome a basic trip to the grocery store or any
shopping centre, something I had hated in the past.

My thoughts turned to my brother Ed and how Mr Norris had
said, Ed was not settling in as well as I. He was ignoring
the advice of Inspector Blackmoore and was not accepting his
new position in life. To be fair to him he had it tougher
than me in many ways. I had a close friendship with Marcus
that was developing, whilst Ed had the support group of
students that grew eventually to around fifty, none of these
became close friends to him, he therefore lacked the support
that Marcus brought to my life.

Ed's biggest problem was not the Headmaster who he was
houseboy for, but Mr Riley's youngest daughter Samantha.
Things had not improved for Ed with Samantha as the weeks
went on. She was totally demanding of his services and often
irrational in her behaviour, finding fault often when
nothing was warranted.

Being punished when Ed felt he had fulfilled his duties
properly really added to his poor attitude and flowed across
into the other duties he had to perform. He was punished
repeatedly for his sullen attitude along with Samantha's
constant referral of him to Mr Lindrum for failure to
perform satisfactorily.

Mr Norris had warned Ed like he had me, about the mood of
the parents at the school and his need to ensure that he
gave those parents nothing to base their criticism upon. It
had worried me that his constant punishment could lead to us
being separated and even worse, us being made to leave the
school.

I begged Ed to try harder and he promised me he would try.
However he told me one night after he incurred another
punishment from Samantha that I didn't realise how hard he
was trying or how frustrating it was, as no matter how hard
he tried she found fault with him.

'Maybe she likes you Ed?" I replied.

"Likes me HA!!!!, some way to show it Tom, you've got no
idea what your talking about".

" No listen, have you spoken to her about why she punishes
you? Maybe she likes you and having you punished like that
is her way of having you. Talk to her tomorrow about how you
feel, ask her for permission to talk to her, maybe she will
let you,

I don't know what else to suggest to help you but it's
worrying the hell out of me all this trouble you are getting
into. It could be used by those parents that want to get rid
of us. Tell that to Samantha, does she want you to go? Ask
her this question and maybe she will see what her actions
are doing or at least you'll know if she says 'good', that
she really has got it in for you, then we will have to see
if Mr Norris can do something about it before it's too late.

Well for some one who had no idea what I was talking about,
Ed listened and tried my idea the next day. I guess he
decided he had nothing to loose. Samantha however was not
receptive unfortunately and did not give Ed permission to
ask her the vital questions.

He was fuming with anger when he came home later that
afternoon and his attitude was noticed by Mr Norris and
Inspector Blackmoore who just happened to be visiting on her
bi-monthly inspection of our progress.

Much questioning followed and Mrs Blackmoore decided that
Samantha's actions were vindictive and she asked Mr Norris
if she could speak to Mr Riley. Mr Norris too was upset for
the same reasons I was as it was jeopardising our stay at
the school and he told Mrs Blackwood all about the problems,
with certain parents at the school.

I don't know what went on in the meeting with Inspector
Blackwood, Mr Norris and Mr Riley. Ed told me that at one
stage he was called in to retell Mr Riley all he had told Mr
Norris and Inspector Blackwood about his handling by
Samantha and was sent to stand out in the hall to wait.

Later Mr Riley left and bought first his wife then later
Samantha back in with him. Ed said she scowered at him as
she walked bye, head held tall, too proud to acknowledge the
insignificant slave that she considered him. Ed told me that
at that time he felt a certain satisfaction knowing that she
was going to be grilled by Inspector Blackmoore about her
behaviour towards him.

Ed gradually heard voices become louder and he could even
out in the hall sense the tensions in the room rise. Finally
he heard Samantha scream out "No you can't do this". Then
again some time later, the door to Mr Riley's study opened
and Ed was called in by Mr Norris. Ed told me he couldn't
believe the scene that presented itself before him.

There stood Samantha naked and crying, a bright pink
servant's collar affixed around her neck, the pink collar
signifying that Samantha had been issued with a short term
'Notice of Exemption from Wearing Decent Dress' or NEWDD.

As an Inspector with the Federal Bureau of Servitude, Mrs
Blackwood had the power to issue on the spot infringement
NEWDD's and always carried some pink NEWDD collars in her
bag.

She had presented the argument that Samantha needed to learn
that Slave's had basic rights and had to be treated
correctly. Mr and Mrs Riley after much thought had agreed.
For the next two weeks Ed was informed, Samantha was to be a
NEWDD Juvenile and assist Ed with his houseboy duties. As he
was the senior servant she was to report to him and he was
to inform Mr Norris of any indiscressions for punishment.

When Ed and Mr Norris arrived back at our house with the
still naked Samantha, I like Ed was shocked and speechless.
Ed tells me my jaw just dropped and I stood there for ages
with a stunned look on my face. Samantha was totally
humiliated having walked from the Headmasters residence to
Mr Norris's residence naked. Of course she was not really
naked as she was wearing her NEWDD collar!

When I roused myself out of my shock, my eyes began to study
her naked body, her smallish tits, her thick pubic bush, and
her shapely body. I was definitely not gay, I knew from that
moment, bi maybe but definitely not gay. My penis again
betrayed my feelings at the time and tented my track pants.

When Mr Norris asked Ed to train and prepare Samantha
correctly for service, I was asked by Ed to do the shaving.
If I was tented in my track pants before I started shaving
off Samantha's pubic bush, somehow I managed to become even
more erect. I could feel the pre cum leaking out of me as I
shaved her bald gaining a close first hand inspection for
the first time in my life of a female's most private
anatomy. There really wasn't much else to shave as she kept
her legs and armpits shaved.

Later Ed took her through the servant's rituals of stance
and how to address a master. NEWDD's were not required to
perform sexual favours which was a bit disappointing but I
guess if they could be made to do this, then there was no
way Mr and Mrs Riley would have allowed Samantha to be
temporarily placed into servitude.

Mr Norris was amazing. I had studied him closely during all
of his inspections of Ed and I after we showered and I
studied him again as he inspected Samantha for the first
time naked that night after she had showered. He never
showed the slightest sign of arousal. I was hopeless,
mention anything slightly sexy or show even a bit of naked
flesh and I was aroused. Not so with Mr Norris. How he had
trained himself to be so morally correct and business like I
do not know.

After Samantha got over the humiliation and embarrassment of
her naked inspections I think she realised quickly there was
at least one advantage for her in being a servant and living
in Mr Norris's house in the spare room.

She got to witness Mr Norris inspect both Ed and I nightly
after our showers.

My modest nature showed again and I blushed profusely the
first time I had to stand there naked and be inspected with
Samantha observing my total lack of manhood. I saw her smirk
as my small bald package was revealed to her for the first
time and she saw the little sexually immature boy I still
was.

I also saw a different look, a look of desire I thought, as
she saw Ed naked. It was not the first time she had seen his
penis and balls, having been present at some of the
punishment sessions with Mr Lindrum, but it was the first
time she had seen him totally naked. It was a totally
different look she kept for Ed.

I suspected from that first night she saw him standing there
naked, that I had been correct when I told Ed that maybe her
actions were partly because she liked my brother and wanted
his attention.

Samantha suffered much during her two weeks in NEWDD
servitude but not very much at the hands of Ed or I. We
treated her as we would like to be treated but Mr Norris and
her father were proper but ruthless masters. Her body was
maintained in a shaved state and she regularly received her
just punishment for any poor performance by the hands of Mr
Lindrum just as we had.

Ed told me that the thing that really brought home to
Samantha her changed status was having to serve her parents
and older brother and sister at the dinner table, under Ed's
supervision. Ed noticed that this duty even more so than
school bought her to a realisation about the status of
slaves, even temporary ones, in society.

By the time the two weeks were nearing completion she was a
changed girl. Her friends all bar two had instantly dropped
her at school; she soon learnt who her real friends were. In
class she had to sit at the slaves desk. In some classes
this meant sitting next to Ed who was in her grade. They
soon built a bond based on their situation and when her time
was over she continued to sit with Ed.

She saw how Marcus helped me and did the same for Ed even
when her time was finished and she no longer had too. She
even thanked Ed and me for not taking out vengeance upon her
when we had the chance. This more than anything she said had
bought her to the realisation of how wrong she had been to
mistreat Ed the way she had.

Both Mr Norris and Mr Riley took Ed and I aside after her
NEWDD servitude was completed and told us how pleased and
proud of us they were with our attitude towards Samantha and
the mature way we had handled ourselves during Samantha's
period of servitude.

From this time on, Ed like me had that close friend, who
would help him through those rough times and share those
special moments that occur in a slaves life. The only
compensation of my imminent visit to Mr Norris's office was
that my best and closest friend Marcus would be with me.

I though also about how my mother and my brother Jim were
also on the scene during all these early times of our
servitude.

After being forced into indentured servitude, even though
the law saw it as voluntary servitude, my mind had been set
totally against my mother. It would be fair to say that in
the first week or so after our indenture, till the first
time that we met up with mum, that I had developed a bitter
hatred for her as I felt she had betrayed Ed and I.

Our servitude being voluntary and indentured meant that mum
was entitled to a visit every month with us. To my surprise
she always made the effort to keep that visitation right.

After a couple of visits it became clear that she held a
mothers concern for us but no real love. She made the effort
to be present on special occasions as well, like when Mr
Norris arranged a small family afternoon tea after school
for my fifteenth birthday in July. I appreciated her efforts
and over the months my attitude to her softened greatly. In
her own strange way I realised, she was totally convinced
she had done the right thing by us.

Mum had ensured through the terms of the indenture that we
could only serve as domestic servants and she kept a strict
check that these terms were being adhered too. She told Mr
Norris, in my presence on her first visit that she was glad
the school had seen fit to purchase our sub indenture, as it
was much more likely that the school would keep to the
terms.

She arranged with Mr Norris for Jim to have special
visitation rights every Friday after school till six pm with
Ed and I. Some times one or both of us were excused from
duties for a couple of hours till six, so that we could do
things with Jim. It was our only time of any real freedom,
but we were restricted in where we could go or what we could
do.

Jim was at school with us from our first day of return as
slaves, but he was in the 8th and so did not mix during
class with me in 9th or Ed in 11th.

At PHS we moved into the new school year after the school
returned from summer holidays in early September. Jim moved
into 9th grade, Marcus and I into 10th grade and Ed into his
senior year at school, the 12th grade. If he had not been
indentured into servitude both Ed and I had wondered at the
time if he would have been appointed a School Prefect, maybe
even the ultimate honour 'Head Boy'!

Both Ed and I had brief meetings with Jim in the schoolyard
in those early days, where he acted very much like the bulk
of the students and looked down on our slave status. Early
on this caused some real tensions between us three brothers.
It was not till he started coming regularly on the Fridays
that both Ed and I started to develop the close relationship
we had enjoyed with Jim prior to our servitude.

Once we could spend time alone together on Fridays away from
Jim's friends and other spying eyes, where there was no peer
pressure for Jim to act in a certain way, he soon asked for
our forgiveness and begged to be just a brother as before.

I have to confess Ed was more mature on this matter and soon
forgave Jim. I was a bit slower but eventually I too
couldn't deny our brotherly love and forgave Jim as well.
Right from the beginning of our servitude, Mr Norris
encouraged the three of us brothers to behave towards each
other as just that, brothers, not as free person and
servant.

Once over our initial problems, Jim had lots of questions
about our experiences as a slave and seemed fascinated with
how we were treated. He did witness very occasionally both
Ed and I get punished but I also remember Mr Norris caning
his hands three times for misbehaviour whilst staying with
us one Friday afternoon.

There was real satisfaction to me, in seeing Jim caned. I
know I should not be like that with anyone let alone my
brother but the truth is, I had a deep down bitter
resentment of Jim's free status and seeing him suffer
punishment made that bitterness subside to some small
extent.

To keep my mind engaged I thought also about how after a few
months Mum had told us about a man she had become close
friends with since our dad's enslavement.

I had met Mr Walter Vanderbilt a couple of times at our
house when dad had invited him over for dinner. He was a
very successful and wealthy investor, who was widowed, with
no children. Mum knew him well and she told Ed and I how he
had comforted and guided her through the stressing times of
the last few months.

Stressing times I though, try indentured enslavement if you
want real stress!

Jim didn't like mum becoming close friends with Mr
Vanderbilt. She had spent minimal time with Jim as it was
but now she spent even less time with him.

Mum had a new wealthy male companion; her social life was
again on the move. This was the life she enjoyed and again
she could afford to frequent the elite social circles that
had disappeared when she lost the use of my father's money
and influence.

Mum with the help of Mr Vanderbilt's money decided after a
while to have Jim boarding full time atPHS. Maybe that was
tough for him, but what the hell, it was nothing compared
too what Ed and I had suffered and would continue to endure
as indentured servants.

It might shock you, but I truthfully didn't care all that
much what mum did with Jim or at all with Mr Vanderbilt. It
did not impact on the lives of Ed and I now that we were
indentured and I remember thinking at the time that in many
ways we were better off than Jim, who had been shoved out of
the way, now having to live the life of a boarder at school.

Jim on the other hand didn't seem to mind the boarding
school. He told me that life with mum was very lonely now
that Ed and I were not around. Boarding gave him a wider
group of friends and things to do and as well we were both
now close by if he got lonely. However he also soon learnt
that if he came over any other day except Fridays he would
be expected to help us in our houseboy duties. Guess what?
He mostly only came over on Fridays.

I remembered how on one occasion when Ed and I were having
our short monthly meeting with Mum, Ed asked if she had
heard anything about Dad. Ed told Mum about meeting up with
him at the auction house after he and we had been sold. She
seemed concerned when Ed told her about how Dad looked at
that time.

However Mum told Ed and I that because Dad was sentenced to
more than ten years of servitude the rules were very
different than applied to Ed or I.

There was no way she was allowed to make contact with Dad.
The authorities kept his location and owner, confidential
information. It was part of the punishment process for long-
term and life slaves, that they had lost their former life.
They were to suffer the complete separation of their new
lives as opposed to their past life. Therefore Mum told us
she knew nothing about Dad and was not allowed to try to
find out, as there were heavy penalties that could be
imposed if she did try.

I asked what the rules were about visitation to those born
into servitude. Mum told me that as far as she knew they
were the same as the rules that applied to Ed and I.

I though back over how I had promised that one day I would
try to buy Raymond if at all possible and I was desperate to
find out where he was and how he was. I had only just turned
15, and I knew that then was not the right time to raise
that topic with mum. She would just not have been
interested. I resigned myself to having to wait till I was
older and maybe there would be some opportunity to find out
more about Raymond and his brother Peter as well as my two
other half brothers. I felt a moral obligation towards them.
Ed kept telling me I was stupid and to worry about Jim
first.

Well I did worry about Jim to some extent but as a boarder
he was probably better off and happier than he had been
since Ed and I had been indentured. I was nowhere so sure
about Raymond, Peter and my other two half brothers, Dean
and Alex. But if the opportunity ever arose in the future I
promised myself again, that I would try to help them out as
much as I could.

My mind wandering thoughts were broken off at this point as
the bell to signal recess rang out. I immediately became
aware again of the gut retching nervous feeling that was
consuming me.

It was time!

End Chapter 9.


  
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