Meeting my in-laws.
After our shopping excursions with close calls with slave enforcement and police.
We made our way back to Cheryl’s house.
Red and Jack was both there. And both men’s eyes just lit up when they saw me.
Red couldn’t wait to get his arms around me leaning me back and kissing me passionately.
It felt so wonderful to have a man that truly loves me. So bad I wanted him to just pick me up and carry me to the bedroom.
But unfortunately something else had suddenly came up. Jack informed us that Red and Cheryl’s mom Ruth Ann has invited us over for supper.
I knew I should be happy and excited to meet her and her husband Richard. But something just didn’t feel right about it. But I knew it had to be done cause we only had about another week before we’d have to make the drive to California.
So we got into the car and made a further drive out into the country.
Ruth Ann and Richard had a pretty good sized spread said it was around 100 acres. Some of it in timber they had cows and crops also.
Same type of shit I’m used to I suppose with the only exception was they had a nice home instead of a shack.
As we drove up to the house where Ruth Ann and Richard were anxiously waiting. I spotted the single seat carriage styled sulky parked right next to the front porch.
I instantly got a sick feeling in my gut when I saw it.
I was also taken back by how old they looked also. I’m guessing they were in there mid towards late 60’s.
I’m guessing Cheryl and Red were products of what probably was a second marriage later in life. But I never got any real conformation on that.
To be honest they looked more like grand parents than parents but both Cheryl and Red referred to them as momma and daddy so I didn’t feel right in questioning it.
Ruth Ann was a short frail looking woman with red hair, I’m sure it was from a bottle. She had that humped back from either arthritis or to much time bent over picking cotton.
Her skin wrinkled looking as if she’d spent a lot of her life in the sun.
Richard though wasn’t a bad looking man for his age. He stood around 6’0 and appeared to be somewhat stout with the exception of having a gut. Probably from that good old country cooking they do in the south. Where everything gets fried and corn bread is served with every meal.
Ruth Ann was on me as soon as I got out of the car.
Looking me up and down real critically.
She held her hands together behind her back as she walks behind me again looking me up and down.
“ I see my daughter didn’t waste no time dolling you up? “
I didn’t know how to respond to that so I just let it go.
She then put her finger right in my face.
“ Until I see official paperwork that you’re not a slave. You will be treated like a slave on my place! “
I then looked at Red with concern in my eyes.
“ Just go along with it, it’ll be alright. “
Ruth Ann points at her front door.
“ Just so you know! Slaves don’t use the front door. They always use the back. “
This is another throw back to the Jim Crow era laws and rules to live by.
Ruth Ann took all that shit real seriously.
I backed away from her slowly to go around the house.
“ I ain’t through with you yet! “
She yells out in an angry tone stopping me.
“ Slaves don’t wear clothes either!…Take them off!…Now! “
“ Oh mother please! “
Red Begged her to back off.
“ Shut up Red!…A slave has got to know her place! And a slave that doesn’t know her place has a tendency to get uppity.
And I’m gonna tell you son an uppity slave is not a good thing. “
“ But momma she’s gonna be a wife not a slave! “
“ Yeah but she’s not your wife yet!
I have to say son I disappointed in you. I had higher expectations of who I thought you’d be marrying. Then you bring this trash on to my place? “
I could see the anger in Reds face. I could see it in Cheryl’s and Richards to. But none of them had the guts to go against her on any of this.
So to keep the peace I suppose I started to get myself undressed.
Ruth Ann started tapping her foot on the gravel driveway as if she’s trying to hurry me up.
My sexy lingerie was supposed to be a surprise for Red but instead the whole family gets to see it, including some in the passing cars that went by.
The teenage boys that passed by came back and forth multiple times. Whistling and yelling out to me as if I was some trashy whore or something.
Within a minute or so I stood slave naked again before my future mother in law.
She looked me up and down and around.
“ Present! “
She said to me.
And with that I instantly snapped into position.
Hands behind my head fingers interlocked together. Tits pushed out legs shoulder width apart.
She again walks around me.
I feel her fingers feeling over the scars on my back. She then ran them over my brand.
Back around to my front she groped my tits. Just like the men that came around the farm would do.
I guess she’s like them, she wants to know if I’m ripe or not.
She then pulled and stretched on my nipples.
She ran her fingers over my smooth shaved crotch. I then saw her nod to me with approval.
She’d nod but not tell me good job slave.
A slave has to take a compliment where ever she can get one cause they are few and far between.
I then felt her fingers as she shoved them up my cunt. I heard a gasp from Cheryl as she stood there with a shocked look on her face.
Her thumb rubbed my clit as she fingers me until my body starts quivering. I then come hard soaking her hand.
She pulls out then sniffed and sucked my juices from her fingers.
Again she gives me a nod, before pointing to the sulky.
Without being told I quickly backed up to it, then squatted and picked the handles up. I stood there looking straight ahead as Ruth Ann climbed into the carriage.
Ruth Ann made a clicking sound with her mouth letting me know she was ready to go. I took off in a trot through the front yard then turned the corner to go beside the house.
To be honest Ruth Ann wasn’t much of a challenge. I mean Boss probably out weighed her by 150 pounds. So she was just a light weight as I built up a little speed hoping to impress her.
“ So you want to go fast?…Let’s see how fast you can get to the wood shed out yonder. “
I sort of like got that runners high going for me. I learned that term later from my daughter Crystal she loves to run track and talks about the runners high. Meaning that you’re loving it and don’t want to stop.
But unfortunately my run was gonna take a quick pause and for sure I shouldn’t have been in no hurry to get to that wood shed.
Cause Ruth Ann looked until she found the stoutest hickory switch she could find.
“ Just so you know this is for your own good. “
She said just before bending me over her knee.
She then proceeded to whip my ass in front of the entire family.
I then learned something about Ruth Ann as she energetically reminded me of where my place is in society.
She’d either at some point owned slaves.
Worked in the slave industry.
Or been a slave herself.
Cause a slave knows a good ass whipping when she gets one. I’ve had lots of them so many that lots of times I’d just grin at Boss and laugh and he’d soon quit cause he knew I was enjoying it to much.
But Ruth Ann was different.
That bitch had me crying like a baby.
And she says this is for my own good?
The Runaway slave part 2
Re: The Runaway slave part 2
Glad to see another new post now that the site is back up and running.
Silly slave girl, energetically running out to the woodhouse only to find herself bent over the knee for a more energetic whipping. I particularly enjoyed visualizing the teenaged boys driving back and forth checking out the view.
Silly slave girl, energetically running out to the woodhouse only to find herself bent over the knee for a more energetic whipping. I particularly enjoyed visualizing the teenaged boys driving back and forth checking out the view.
Re: The Runaway slave part 2
After my thorough ass whipping Ruth Ann was back in the carriage and with tears flowing down my cheeks I picked up the handles of the sulky again and trotted towards the back of the house.
I then squatted and gently lowered the handles to the ground so Ruth Ann wouldn’t be suddenly dropped.
For you new pony girls just so you know, you just don’t stop and drop the sulky you gently lower it. Otherwise you might get a whipped ass.
Or in my case get another whipped ass.
But just as I let the handles go from under the porch this vicious dog charges me barking his head off.
I jump back barely far enough that the logging chain hooked to his collar snapped him back.
With lightning fast speed Ruth Ann was out of the carriage with switch in hand, she grabbed the dog by the collar and whips his ass.
He lets out some painful yelps. When let go he retreats back under the porch to start licking his wounds.
I look back and down at my own wounded ass sort of wishing that I could do the same.
“ Sorry about that he smells your slave stink. “
With that said and once again in front of the entire family Ruth Ann bent me over the railing of the upcoming steps that went up to the porch.
And with my tits hanging I could just feel Red and Jack checking me out.
As Ruth Ann again shoved her fingers up me.
Though as embarrassing as this sounds in actuality I was getting turned on my cunt was soaking in my juices of arousal my nipples erect and sensitive.
“ Hey you care if I fuck that slave! “
A boys voice yells out from the road.
Everyone turns to look towards the parked car that was full of young punks.
Jack takes a few steps towards them. Then the driver stomps the accelerator and they take off.
Big Jack is sort of an intimidating figure standing at 6’8 and 250 pounds.
It’s not smart to piss him off.
Ruth Ann then pulled her fingers from my soaking snatch then made me sniff my own slave stink.
“ See there…Takes more than a bath and some clothes to make that stink go away.
She then smacked my ass again.
“ Get up them stairs you got work to do! “
Through the back door and into the kitchen we walked.
On the table Ruth Ann had cooked up some fried chicken fried taters fried okra. Then there was a big pot of butter beans and a large plate of corn bread.
Then of course to drink was a large pitcher of sweet tea.
Everyone gathered around the table except me. It’s my place to stand and serve you know?
Yeah I’ve been here before I know what to do.
So I fill everyone’s plates and pour the sweet tea.
Whenever someone raised and shook there glass. I’d be right there with a refill.
I though did fill my own plate and glass being that there was a place for me to sit at the table. Though I didn’t dare ask to do so.
After all I’m a slave that knows her place.
My stomach growls of hunger smelling that fried chicken and watching everyone enjoy it.
My hope was that when the family finished I’d be allowed to eat.
But unfortunately I was wrong about that to.
When everyone was full as ticks Ruth Ann invited them into her den for a drink.
She had a fully stocked liquor cabinet.
Richard then brought out this box of high end Cuban cigars.
Which they all lit up as they enjoyed their spirits.
I though didn’t get any of that either.
Ruth Ann comes back into the kitchen. I hoped she was gonna give me permission to eat since she did see me eying my plate hungering for it.
“ Dogs got to eat!…Take that out and scrape it out for the dog. “
I just nodded and proceeded to do as I was told.
Walking outside with the plate so tempted I was to pick up that chicken leg to chew into it and enjoy but my instincts told me I was being tested.
I raked the plate off into the yard and out come that damn dog again gobbling up my plate of food.
My instincts proved to be right as I turned back towards the house I saw Ruth Ann watching me through the window.
I come back into the kitchen Ruth Ann looks at me then around the kitchen.
“ You know what to do! Get busy! “
She then lit up her cigar and walked into the den to join the rest of the family.
And I jumped right into action knowing exactly where my place was.
Wasn’t no leftovers so didn’t get to sneak a bite of anything.
Plates got scraped into the garbage. Dishes pots and pans got washed dried and put away. Table and stove got wiped down.
This might be good enough for the norm. But in my case being a slave and to you young slaves out there reading this. If faced with a situation similar the key thing here is to keep busy.
Unless the job is done don’t never let the master or mistress catch you doing nothing.
So I found the cleaning stuff and I swept mopped then wiped down the refrigerator including the top of it. Then I found the Pledge and a dust cloth. And started dusting all the woodwork.
These old houses got all that paneling shit in them for walls so there is lots to dust.
When finished I made sure I dotted my I’s and crossed my T’s.
When I was satisfied that I’d done all that I could I then knelt bowed my head and rested my hands on my thighs palms up of course. I then closed my eyes to relax and wait.
I didn’t have to wait long Ruth Ann comes in looking around.
She doesn’t give me praise verbally.
If your a slave and think your gonna get that, you may as well forget that shit cause it ain’t happening.
I l knew though that she was impressed when I saw her look up at the glass light fixture and seen that it had been cleaned. Before it had about 5 dead flies laying in it.
From a drawer she took out some white gloves put them on. I watched her go around the room looking for shit that I missed.
I smiled to myself seeing her slide a kitchen chair over to the refrigerator. She climbed up and inspected it.
She then wiped her fingers along the back side of it. Then looks down on me showing the dark filth on the white gloved fingers.
I clenched my jaw preparing my self for the switch.
Ruth Ann didn’t say anything she just climbed back down off the chair then took the gloves off.
She then stands over me.
“ If you ever do anything that hurts my boy!…The next ass whipping you get will be much worse. “
She lowers her hands towards me. I reach up taking her hands into mine she pulls slightly helping me to my feet.
We stand there looking at one another holding hands.
“ You’re gonna go away for a long time. And I might not be here when you come back. So I want to welcome you to the family. “
With tears in both our eyes we then embrace lovingly.
How this little woman gave me the ass whipping she did I’ll never know. In my arms her body felt so weak and frail. Mostly just skin and bone. Her thin skin was bruised and she truly looked sickly.
As I was working I heard her cough often then go outside to clear her throat and spit.
So I sort of got the feeling that she might not be around much longer.
I then squatted and gently lowered the handles to the ground so Ruth Ann wouldn’t be suddenly dropped.
For you new pony girls just so you know, you just don’t stop and drop the sulky you gently lower it. Otherwise you might get a whipped ass.
Or in my case get another whipped ass.
But just as I let the handles go from under the porch this vicious dog charges me barking his head off.
I jump back barely far enough that the logging chain hooked to his collar snapped him back.
With lightning fast speed Ruth Ann was out of the carriage with switch in hand, she grabbed the dog by the collar and whips his ass.
He lets out some painful yelps. When let go he retreats back under the porch to start licking his wounds.
I look back and down at my own wounded ass sort of wishing that I could do the same.
“ Sorry about that he smells your slave stink. “
With that said and once again in front of the entire family Ruth Ann bent me over the railing of the upcoming steps that went up to the porch.
And with my tits hanging I could just feel Red and Jack checking me out.
As Ruth Ann again shoved her fingers up me.
Though as embarrassing as this sounds in actuality I was getting turned on my cunt was soaking in my juices of arousal my nipples erect and sensitive.
“ Hey you care if I fuck that slave! “
A boys voice yells out from the road.
Everyone turns to look towards the parked car that was full of young punks.
Jack takes a few steps towards them. Then the driver stomps the accelerator and they take off.
Big Jack is sort of an intimidating figure standing at 6’8 and 250 pounds.
It’s not smart to piss him off.
Ruth Ann then pulled her fingers from my soaking snatch then made me sniff my own slave stink.
“ See there…Takes more than a bath and some clothes to make that stink go away.
She then smacked my ass again.
“ Get up them stairs you got work to do! “
Through the back door and into the kitchen we walked.
On the table Ruth Ann had cooked up some fried chicken fried taters fried okra. Then there was a big pot of butter beans and a large plate of corn bread.
Then of course to drink was a large pitcher of sweet tea.
Everyone gathered around the table except me. It’s my place to stand and serve you know?
Yeah I’ve been here before I know what to do.
So I fill everyone’s plates and pour the sweet tea.
Whenever someone raised and shook there glass. I’d be right there with a refill.
I though did fill my own plate and glass being that there was a place for me to sit at the table. Though I didn’t dare ask to do so.
After all I’m a slave that knows her place.
My stomach growls of hunger smelling that fried chicken and watching everyone enjoy it.
My hope was that when the family finished I’d be allowed to eat.
But unfortunately I was wrong about that to.
When everyone was full as ticks Ruth Ann invited them into her den for a drink.
She had a fully stocked liquor cabinet.
Richard then brought out this box of high end Cuban cigars.
Which they all lit up as they enjoyed their spirits.
I though didn’t get any of that either.
Ruth Ann comes back into the kitchen. I hoped she was gonna give me permission to eat since she did see me eying my plate hungering for it.
“ Dogs got to eat!…Take that out and scrape it out for the dog. “
I just nodded and proceeded to do as I was told.
Walking outside with the plate so tempted I was to pick up that chicken leg to chew into it and enjoy but my instincts told me I was being tested.
I raked the plate off into the yard and out come that damn dog again gobbling up my plate of food.
My instincts proved to be right as I turned back towards the house I saw Ruth Ann watching me through the window.
I come back into the kitchen Ruth Ann looks at me then around the kitchen.
“ You know what to do! Get busy! “
She then lit up her cigar and walked into the den to join the rest of the family.
And I jumped right into action knowing exactly where my place was.
Wasn’t no leftovers so didn’t get to sneak a bite of anything.
Plates got scraped into the garbage. Dishes pots and pans got washed dried and put away. Table and stove got wiped down.
This might be good enough for the norm. But in my case being a slave and to you young slaves out there reading this. If faced with a situation similar the key thing here is to keep busy.
Unless the job is done don’t never let the master or mistress catch you doing nothing.
So I found the cleaning stuff and I swept mopped then wiped down the refrigerator including the top of it. Then I found the Pledge and a dust cloth. And started dusting all the woodwork.
These old houses got all that paneling shit in them for walls so there is lots to dust.
When finished I made sure I dotted my I’s and crossed my T’s.
When I was satisfied that I’d done all that I could I then knelt bowed my head and rested my hands on my thighs palms up of course. I then closed my eyes to relax and wait.
I didn’t have to wait long Ruth Ann comes in looking around.
She doesn’t give me praise verbally.
If your a slave and think your gonna get that, you may as well forget that shit cause it ain’t happening.
I l knew though that she was impressed when I saw her look up at the glass light fixture and seen that it had been cleaned. Before it had about 5 dead flies laying in it.
From a drawer she took out some white gloves put them on. I watched her go around the room looking for shit that I missed.
I smiled to myself seeing her slide a kitchen chair over to the refrigerator. She climbed up and inspected it.
She then wiped her fingers along the back side of it. Then looks down on me showing the dark filth on the white gloved fingers.
I clenched my jaw preparing my self for the switch.
Ruth Ann didn’t say anything she just climbed back down off the chair then took the gloves off.
She then stands over me.
“ If you ever do anything that hurts my boy!…The next ass whipping you get will be much worse. “
She lowers her hands towards me. I reach up taking her hands into mine she pulls slightly helping me to my feet.
We stand there looking at one another holding hands.
“ You’re gonna go away for a long time. And I might not be here when you come back. So I want to welcome you to the family. “
With tears in both our eyes we then embrace lovingly.
How this little woman gave me the ass whipping she did I’ll never know. In my arms her body felt so weak and frail. Mostly just skin and bone. Her thin skin was bruised and she truly looked sickly.
As I was working I heard her cough often then go outside to clear her throat and spit.
So I sort of got the feeling that she might not be around much longer.
Re: The Runaway slave part 2
It's damn hard for those pleasure sluts to lose their slave stink. It just kinda lingers, never really going away. Nice chapter.