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Bag Lady

Part 2

Bag Lady Chapters 12 - 22

by obohobo



Chapter 12. More Saturday entertainment

Putting and extra cushion on her chair, Margaret tentatively sat down and fired
up the computer. While it went through the start-up sequence she thought again
on the happenings of yesterday. She knew she would view the writings in the
diary in a different light. She knew now, Jeremy had only hit her comparatively
lightly and her arse was only tender, not bruised or welted except for some
quite fine lines, and there were no open cuts. The ones from his last stroke
were the worst and even then he'd pulled back and refrained from hitting her
with full force. "It must have been hell for that old Miss Harrington. I'm sure
they gave it to her good and hard especially as she seems to have been such a
bitch. She must have been scared shitless when they tied her to the table."
Opening the old book again Margaret started to type. The code programme
translated it as she went along.

April 4th 1831

'On the following Thursday Carsons the village carpenter, arrived by cart and
unloaded a trestle similar to the one at the manor. "Squire said to make you one
like I made him. 'Ee's paid for it, Josiah and I had to make it in a hurry so it
would be ready for Saturday." We got it inside and I made sure all the women saw
it and knew what it was for. Carsons said it was a pity he never got to see his
work in use. I said we could rectify that as Janey a widower of forty-two who so
far had kept her nose fairly clean and apart from a few strokes of the strap I
had not had cause to give her a good tanning. However, that morning she'd
overslept and missed getting the table set for breakfast. Henrietta had covered
for her but I arrived in time to see Janey slip from her room. I decided her bum
would be the one to christen the new trestle.

Soon all the women were assembled in the punishment room and ordered Janey to
undress. She was sobbing as she took her clothes off. Carsons eyes almost popped
out at the sight especially when I asked him to fasten her to the frame to check
everything was in order and he had close views of her tits and cunnie. Everyone
could see his prick had reacted for his breeches bulged. He made a show of
seeing her tits were properly placed either side of the Vee and her crotch was
tight down.

Not wishing to use the new birches that were steeping ready for Saturday, I took
the razor strop and laid it eight times across her fulsome bum. It caused a
great deal of squealing but she had little choice but to take it. I was pleased
how well the straps kept her firmly to the beam.'

"I can verify that alright," Margaret muttered.

'When I released her ankles and body straps I offered her cunnie to Carsons. At
first he seemed a bit shy at performing in front of the other women there but on
my encouragement, he bodily lifted her and thrust in his cock. "It will be
easier when you get the saddle," he told me. "We ordered it from Jackson's the
saddlers and they promised it before Saturday. It'll lift her cunt up and give
yer a better go at her holes." I took his place when he'd done and because both
Martha and Alice had my seed overnight, it took me quite a while before I
spurted.

"I'm surprised you don't have all pregnant girls here," Carsons commented. I
pointed out they all had to take the precaution of inserting vinegar pads into
themselves each morning which seemed to work well enough although I am told it
is not wholly reliable. Afterwards Carsons took me aside and asked me if he
could take Janey as his wife. We discussed the matter and eventually agreed that
he would make an oaken punishment bench to replace the table and a stout
whipping frame as payment. He would receive Janey when the bench was delivered
as part payment. He agreed to make the frame within the following two months and
to install it in the room. Even if he worked full time he wouldn't finish the
bench until the following week so Janey would still be available for our
Saturday sport. In fact it was the Thursday after that he delivered the bench
and I informed Janey that she could leave and wed with Carsons. She expressed
some surprise but agreed to the arrangement. Carsons was a hard working man and
would take care of her. I wished I could be rid of old biddy Harrington as
easily. No one wanted her and she didn't earn much on Saturday's.'

"Doesn't sound as if Janey had much choice," muttered Margaret, "Probably
though, she was better off with him than she was in this workhouse come
whorehouse."

'Before the first Saturday's entertainment here, I called all the women together
and reminded them bluntly what was expected of them. Those that were due for
punishment would be given it in front of all the invited guests who would want
to inspect them before and afterwards. Many would want to roger them. They were
to allow all this and any other familiarities the men desired. It was to be the
main source of income for the workhouse. I said, "You have enjoyed better food
and warmer rooms since I arrived. If you wish to keep full bellies then you have
to go some way towards paying for it. The money from the sewing and laundry you
do hardly pays the food bill. I know some of you resent the discipline but I saw
how your wayward tendencies worked when I arrived and I contend that the rod is
the best way to do it. Of course you can leave at any time but I suppose you
know where you are best off. Unless you can find a benefactor outside, then I
don't exaggerate when I say you will starve and die of cold in a short time.
Some of you I know enjoy the things the men do with you. The others will just
have to make it look as though you do.'

"Really was like a brothel. The women had to give their bodies for sex in order
to live here and then get punished for any infraction of the rules." Margaret
was again talking to herself. "I suppose not much has changed now. I'm here
because I have nowhere to go. I get punished for minor infractions of the rules
and have to have sex with the boss man. Yeah, nothing has changed."

'Our first Saturday meeting proved very successful. A dozen men including the
squire attended. Henrietta received half a dozen with the birch and was taken by
four men afterwards. I wouldn't be surprised if she finds a benefactor soon.
Alice and Martha both performed well and entertained with their cunnies and
mouths. Funds were over ten pounds better off at the end of the evening. I
decided to treat the women to some extra meat during the week to encourage them
further.

It must have been two weeks or so later when I heard an altercation coming from
the kitchen. Alice was castigating Hilda Warboys for not cleaning the pans
properly. Hilda took offense and rebuked Alice saying, "I shouldn't have to take
orders from a bit of a girl like you, just because you sleep in the master's
bed. I was housekeeper here and should by rights still be now and you should be
the one scrubbing pans. Do them yourself little whore bitch." I had come to rely
on Alice a good deal and resented the fact Hilda accused her of having only go
the job because she was my mistress. Yes, she did grace my bed most nights and
perhaps that did help her get the cook's job but also she was the only one who
could check the accounts and bills that were sent in. She would also follow up
any discrepancies and seek redress, so I was pleased when she kept her cool and
told Mrs. Warboys to either clean the pans properly and to obey her instructions
or she would personally add chalk marks to her name. "You can't do that! You
don't have any authority. Only the master can put on chalk marks and he's out."

"I am giving you three for disobedience, Hilda and there will be another three
if those pans are not cleaned promptly."

"They'll only be cleaned if you do them, tart." She turned to leave the kitchen
and walked straight into me.

"Finish the pans Hilda Warboys," I said, "I will put eight marks against your
name and after supper tonight you will find out whether or not Alice is cook and
in charge of this household." Although I could tell she fumed at doing it, she
did clean the pans and was fearful because I had heard at least part of the
conversation.

After our evening meal I ordered Jack to take Hilda to the punishment room and
to fasten her to the new bench. When everyone was assembled I took the new
shortened version of the razor strop I'd had the saddler make and with due
ceremony presented it to Alice. "Alice," I said, "It seems that some of our
residents do not accept that you are the chief cook and housekeeper. May I
therefore present you with this strop as a symbol of your authority here. You
have my full authority to use it freely at any time for any minor infractions
that occur. Any refusal to take your punishment will have any such punishment
doubled, the extras being given by Jack if he is called to assist. In addition a
similar number of strokes will be given with the birch or cane on Saturday.
Further and in consultation with me, you are allowed to add chalk marks to the
punishment board." Alice was clearly surprised at this and thanked me. I noticed
she looked at Mrs. Warboys and by the glint in her eyes I knew she wanted to
make sure that woman knew her place. Turning to the others I made sure they
understood Alice was in charge of them. Most of them had accepted it long since
from the way she ran the place but of course there were murmurs of discontent
from Miss Harrington. "Alice you may now punish Hilda in any way you think
appropriate considering the gravity of her misdemeanor.

"Thank you Sir," Alice replied, "Would you mind if I asked Jack to turn her the
other way up? I would like her to see me when I use the strap." Of course I
agreed. Nor did I demur when Alice removed her blouse and stood topless
alongside the punishment bench.

"Hilda," she said, "Your bottom will be punished enough in two days time so I
will spare that for now and treat your front. You will then know I am in charge
of you and you will see as well as feel the strap descending on your body. The
woman screamed and pleaded, knowing from previous punishments how much more
painful it was on the front of her body. Again this reinforced my belief women
could be more cruel than men. She started on the front of the thighs and worked
her way to the tits until the woman was sobbing pitifully. I and then Jack, were
asked if we wanted to take her afterwards. I declined as I wanted my cock in
Alice but Jack laid on her, causing her further pain as he rogered her well.

Alice only uses the strap occasionally. Mostly she prefers to add chalk marks to
the board to add to the Saturday entertainments, but once a week or so, I see or
hear a maid bending over a chair or table to receive anything from six to twelve
good whacks with the strap.'

"I wonder what it would be like to be summarily bent over a chair and have your
skirts lifted by another woman, one much younger and to receive a strapping on
the bare bum in front of others. I wonder if they wore knickers? There's no
mention of any underwear in the account so far. It is almost like the stories of
schools in the olden times where the boy or girls was made to bend over
teacher's desk and receive the tawse or rule on the bare in front of the class."
Margaret stretched and turned away from the computer for a minute or two to give
her eyes a rest. Her mind wandered again to thoughts of being punished by a
young girl. "Like that young upstart I worked under at Masons. Uppity little
bitch. Bet she would have delighted in giving me a good whacking." She started
typing again.

'Only three were due for punishment that Saturday. Miss Harrington of course.
She'd been two whole weeks without and had become complacent. She had three
marks. Katherine also had three. She's a good woman and perhaps I was a bit mean
in giving her three but she hadn't tasted the birch much since my arrival and
Hilda Warboys. Not much of a line up for the entertainment. All three stood
against the wall waiting and I could see with only one reasonably young woman I
would have to do something to spice things up.

Miss Harrington was birched first. When I offered her holes to the assembled
company, none wanted her. Even when I announced there would be no charge only
old Henry Messenger came forward to poke her. There was more response when
Katherine was strapped down. Fred Wallace paid to do the birching and afterwards
three men gave her a good reaming, one in her bottom hole, which she still finds
painful.

I left the major punishment till last. Sixteen strokes of the birch is more than
was normally administered. Twelve was considered plenty. I stood and explained
why she had to take so many. Making Hilda stand up straight in front of the
crowd, I pointed out the marks across her front she had already received for her
insubordination. Jeffrey, son of Lord Parham offered to pay to be allowed to do
the birching but I refused his money. I saw squire scowl at me thinking I would
offend the lad for no reason and his father is very influential in these parts.
I went on, "As it is my young cook who was insulted by this old woman, I propose
to break with tradition and allow her to administer the punishment." Alice was
standing in a corner ready to service a man when I presented her with the birch.
The gathering applauded and covered by the noise I whispered to her, "Remove
your top and jiggle your tits. Put on a good show. Spread the birching." Alice
did far better than I could have hoped.

Standing in front of the crowd she bowed low and those in the front could
clearly see her titties and down her cleavage. "Gentlemen and Lady." I noticed
the master of the orphanage had brought his wife along, which confirmed what I
had heard that she liked to warm the bottoms of her charges well. "Gentlemen and
Lady," Alice repeated, "Thank you for allowing me the honour of chastising this
women in front of you all. This will be a strenuous and onerous task but one I
will fulfill to the best of my ability. With your permission Gentlemen and Lady,
I would like to give my arms more freedom to apply the instrument of correction
by removing my blouse and upper garments. Will it please you to grant me that
permission?" Of course there was a roar of approval. Alice replaced the birch in
the pot, opened her blouse and slowly removed it. This was followed by her vest,
which allowed her ample breasts to fall free. She stretched her arms and
pretended she was working her muscles causing her tits to move delightfully much
to the approval of the assembly.

Before taking up the rod again, Alice shocked everyone by undoing the straps
that held the woman's ankles. As she freed each ankle so she offered it to a
young man to hold, one of whom was Jeffrey. They of course spread them a little
so they had a good view of Hilda's hairy slit. Seeing this, Alice smiled and
said, "Is this what you wish to see boys?" With her fingers she parted the pubic
hair and pulled her cunnie lips apart so the boys could see the pink interior.
Hilda sobbed and blushed with embarrassment. Now she had the boys hold the
ankles together at waist height as she brought the wet birch down across the
back of Hilda's calves. I could see Alice's plan now. Strapped downwards as they
were, the frame protected them from the birch. While the lads held the woman by
the feet, Alice laid on three more strokes, starting at the back of the knees
and ending at the crease where her bum joined her legs. "Do you wish to continue
holding the woman, young Sirs?" Alice asked. Both lads were aroused and wanted
to continue. With theatrical movements that caused her breasts to fall and flop
seemingly in every direction, Alice swung the birch in wide arcs that brought
the birch crashing noisily on to the victims arse and back. Some of the power
was lost in the theatrics but it didn't matter. Hilda screamed and hollered,
promised to obey, promised anything if Alice would only cease. The audience
loved it all.

Finally when Hilda's back and arse were raw and there was only two strokes to
go, Alice turned to the boys again. Undoing their breeches she took out their
hard cocks. "You've been good young Sirs," she told them, "You've held on well
and watched that scrawny cunnie and bumhole twitch a quiver and yet you never
let go. Before we give you your reward and let you dip those lovely hard cocks
in her holes would you like for me to tenderize them a little?" I guess they
would have preferred Alice's holes but both agreed to let her soften the old
woman's a bit. "Move apart then, Sirs," Alice commanded and when Hilda's legs
were wide spread she laid one hit on the opened cunnie and the inside of the
left leg. The birch tips ran along the arse crease and caught her bum hole too.
Hilda let out a horrendous scream but before it had died away it was renewed
when Alice repeated the stroke, this time inside the right leg caught the brunt
of the blow.

A huge round of applause greeted the application of the last stroke. Alice
turned and bowed again. We could all see her teats were hard. Her body shone in
the lamplight from the sweat of her exertions and I guess there wasn't a cock
that wasn't hard at the sight. A most erotic evening. Before Lord Parham himself
claimed her she turned to his son and his friend. "They should be nice and
tender now, Gentlemen. Use them well." Both boys in their eagerness tried to
enter at the same time, which caused a good deal of laughter.

I saw Martha, Henrietta and Katherine being led away by gentlemen so the evening
was very worthwhile financially. Squire came and slapped my back congratulated
me on a fine show. "I'd not thought of letting a young woman whip and old one,"
he remarked, "She made a very enjoyable and titillating show. Excellent. We
shall remember this one for a long while."

Lord Parham spent the whole night with Alice but paid well for the privilege.
With all the maids taken by guests I spent most of the night alone until about 4
a.m. Martha came to my bed. Her partner had to return to his home before dawn.
Needless to say I availed myself of her body although it had been well used for
most of the night.

Everyone rose late that Sabbath but I didn't complain. Katherine helped Hilda
make her painful way down stairs. I ordered them both back to their rooms and to
ready themselves as I wished to inspect their wounds. Giving them ten minutes I
went first to Hilda's room and found her in bed with the blanket drawn up. I
drew it down and Hilda shivered as the cool air hit her bare skin. The welts now
showed livid red and blue. Although I was gentle with my touches, she winced
especially when I opened her legs. The boys had fucked both her cunnie and arse
and their seed was still there when I probed with my finger. I almost rammed my
cock in too but the thought of Katherine in the next room held me back. I turned
her on her back which again caused some discomfort but I wanted to see if the
thrashing from the strap still showed. It did as blue blotches. I also noticed
the mark from the trestle beam where she had writhed on it under the blows from
the birch.

"Who is master of the house, Hilda Warboys?" I asked.

"You are Sir."

"And who have I designated head of the household, Hilda Warboys?"

"Alice, Sir."

"And are you going to take her orders in future, Hilda Warboys?"

"Yes, Sir. Yes, Sir."

"Good. I hope for your sake you do. I will send her up to put Gran. Mabel salve
on your stripes. You are excused duties until the morning.

Having instructed Alice I went to Katherine. Her arse was nowhere near as bad as
Hilda's but was still sore. I asked how many men had taken her afterwards and
was told, "Three while still on the beam and then Fred Wallace and his friend
Donald spent a few hours with me afterwards and had me in both holes several
times." I already knew who had taken her to bed as they had paid me, I just
wanted to check. As with Hilda, sperm still remained in her holes. My prick was
reluctant to rise after it attentions with Martha so I offered it to Katherine's
mouth and found she worked it so nicely I let it remain there until I loosed my
load. Leaving it there for a few minutes I withdrew and said I would get Alice
to put salve on her when she had finished with Hilda.

I looked in on Hilda again and saw Alice very gently massaging the salve into
the sore places between her thighs. The woman's back had already been done.
Hilda wasn't resisting or protesting. When I asked her to do Katherine
afterwards she nodded and added, "And Miss Harrington?"

"If you wish."



Chapter 13. The old one sold

April 10th 1831

'It was the Wednesday after that event when Martha presented me with Henry
Messenger's calling card. When, as she had been taught, she asked his business
here he'd stated it was Miss Harrington. Intrigued I asked her to show him into
the drawing room. We had a glass of sherry and he again expressed his thanks for
the previous Saturday evening. During our conversation I quietly moved to the
door and suddenly opened it. Martha was at the keyhole. "Alice!" I yelled bring
your strap in here at once. I bade Martha bend over the settee back and I flung
her skirts over her head. Unfortunately she was wearing her jam rags but I
removed them too to bare her bum.

"So you would listen on our private conversations Martha?" She apologised
profusely but she knew nothing would stop her getting a strapping. I gave the
strap to Henry and he applied half a dozen good slaps to her rear turning it
rosy red. Martha only grimaced although I know the slaps hurt her. I dismissed
her and told Alice that if anyone else was caught listening at the door, I would
hold her responsible and give her arse a dozen as well the listener.

Henry enquired about taking Miss Harrington to his home as housekeeper or wife.
"I'm not a rich man, like your other friends who attend these functions," he
said, "And therefore I cannot afford the price of the younger more agreeable
women but since my wife died two years back, I get lonely at nights and my
cooking is not of the best."

"You know what she's like," I pointed out not wishing him to bring her back
afterwards, "She's a crabby old bitch. You will have your work cut out to
control her."

"I think I will enjoy punishing her. There is something you may not be aware of.
These days I only get an erection first thing in the morning when I need to use
the piss pot and when I witness a woman's arse being striped. When I took her on
Saturday, it was the first time I'd had a decent fuck for a while and her dry
cunt seemed to grip my old prick. Now I am asking how much you would want for me
to take her off you hands."

I would have given her away for free if he had only known but instead I said ten
guineas. Henry demurred as I had expected and offered three guineas. So began a
little bargaining session.

"Whack!" "Ooow!!"

"Get yourself over my table Mary." I heard Alice's voice from outside the door
and ordered the pair inside. Alice explained she had just caught Mary trying to
listen at the door and was about to punish her like I had told her. "Everyone's
just dying to know what is going to happen to Miss Harrington," she added, "And
some just can't restrain their curiosity."

"So Mary, we don't often have to punish you so this time I think we'll have you
stripped right off and then over the back of the settee." Mary was one of the
younger ones and very quiet. She never spoke out of turn and always seemed to
work willingly so I was surprised it was she who was at the door. Further
questioning elicited that the little minx Martha had told her to do so. I made a
mental note to chastise Martha further before I took her to bed that night.

"Mary, it's time for you to become well and truly acquainted with Alice's strap.
Fearing she wouldn't be able to hold herself down over the couch I sent for
Jack. He stood in front of her, leaned over her back and wrapped his arms around
her chest forcing her tits towards her head. Seeing this put Mary's head in Jack
crotch, Alice whispered to me suggesting I put Jack's cock in Mary's mouth to
reduce the squealing. This would also give Jack some pleasure and I thought that
if there were any bite marks, we would put her on the Saturday entertainment
role. Of course she was no stranger to sucking cocks or being rogered but she'd
never been punished while sucking before. "Mary," I said quietly, "You may bite
Jack's cock if you like." Jack looked at me with open mouth. "But," I went on,
"For every tooth mark I will put two chalk marks against your name. Understand?"
She nodded as best she could. "We'll all give her six of the best. Would you
like to start Henry?" Henry wanted to go last so I put Alice in first and she
cracked six nice ones that spanned both cheeks. I guessed she was getting more
practice that I had thought. No yell from Jack though. I laid on the next six
and while Mary started to cry out, she must have kept he teeth under control.
Henry did his bit and I noticed he'd got an erection so I offered Mary to him.
He plunged in and kept up a good pace for a considerable time. At the other end
I noticed Jack fucking her mouth and that he came long before Henry. When we
examined Jack's cock we could find no teeth marks which somewhat disappointed me
but I wouldn't go back on my word. Mary took her dress and fled when we allowed
her too.

Henry and I resumed our bargaining and it ended when we agreed on five guineas
subject to certain conditions one of which was that Miss Harrington had to try
and co-operate and Henry had to do his best to control her. He said he didn't
have five guineas to hand and would have to sell something to pay for her and
this would take a few days. "Pay one guinea now," I suggested, "And pay the
balance a fortnight on Saturday. If you don't pay then, you return the woman and
lose the guinea. You will have a little over two weeks to bring her to your way
of doing things and get the money. That should be long enough." I believed he
was a miser and had the money stacked away and wouldn't need to sell anything.
He lived a frugal life so I heard.

We sent for Miss Harrington and informed her of the position. Henry told her
bluntly that she would have to cook and clean for him and warm his bed and
pointed out the consequences of any misbehaviour. We asked her if she would go
willingly and after some debate she decided she would but only reluctantly.
Since my arrival things had got so bad here she said she didn't want to stay but
the position offered wasn't in her view, very much better. Perhaps the fact she
again had three chalk marks against her name had something to do with her
decision, perhaps she thought she could control Henry more than she could me.
Either way she packed her few things and left.

When Henry turned up without her on the agreed Saturday, I was pleased not to
have her back but was intrigued on how things were going. At first he brushed my
question aside by saying "Fine, just fine," but later when we were having a
quiet pipe together, he opened up and told me a little.

"When we arrived at my home she almost immediately tried to force her authority
on me. I ordered her over the bed but she refused and stood defiantly in front
of me, her hands on her hips. I went to a drawer and took out a coiled horsewhip
and flicked it so it the coils wrapped around her stomach. Snatching it back
pulled her off balance and she sprawled face down on the floor. I cracked the
whip across her arse. Even though her skirt covered it, she yelled with the
pain. I again ordered her to undress and lay on the bed and when she hesitated I
striped her arse for a second time although it wasn't till later I saw how
severe these stripes were. She undressed and I tied her to the bedposts and took
a good tawse to her and when she was sobbing and agreeing to serve me, I reamed
her bottom. It was the first time for years that I had spurted twice in one day.
I was most pleased I can tell you."

"Things improved after that?" I enquired.

"Yes, indeed. I left her tied for half an hour to think things over and then
returned and told her which side of the bed she was to sleep. I gather she
hadn't slept alongside a man for near forty years and that was only for a few
days. She must have had a sharp tongue even in her younger days for no man
seemed to want her. After that I explained the kitchen arrangements and her
other duties. She hobbled pretty badly from the whip stripes. The meal she
cooked wasn't any great shakes but it was better than I would have done so apart
from telling her I expected an improvement I let it go.

In bed that first night, I knew I wouldn't get hard till near dawn so I made her
fondle my pego while I fingered her and her old tits. They even began to respond
a little. As usual I awoke early but instead of climbing out and using the pot I
pushed Lily, (did you know that was her name?), on her back and opened her legs.
She cried out when the welts from the whip were pressed against the sheets and I
climbed on top. She was very dry so I ordered her to suck my pego and put plenty
of spit around it. I did the same with her cunnie, which seemed to arouse her a
little. I then gave her another good fucking. Since then I have used her that
way every morning and now find I have a liking for the taste of her cunnie and
make her suck me at the same time as I do her. Her juices now begin to flow
before I enter her. Surprising for a woman of her age, eh?"

"Have you needed to use the tawse of punish her since?"

"Three times, but not to any great extent. Enough to warm her bum and get me
hard. I took her in the arse once as well and will do so again when I feel like
it. Until you came, she had never had a cock there and it's still very tight.
She finds it painful but I tell her it is because we don't do it often enough."

"What about her cooking?"

"That's improved too but has increased my food bill. Perhaps though that is a
small price to pay for the services I get."

"So on the whole you are pleased with your purchase?"

"Yes. Still some training to do but when she hesitates to perform I only have to
finger the welts that still cross her arse from the whip and she knows I will
use it again anytime, then she complies with my desires. Sometimes I think the
old cow likes some of the things I do, like the cunt tonguing and sucking her
tits. She almost offers them to me at times."

I wished him well and went to see how the preparations for the evening's
entertainment were going elsewhere.

"I thought slavery ended in England by then," Margaret said to Jeremy over
dinner that evening, "Yet it was still prevalent in an underhand way in this
little village at that time."

Jeremy laughed and put his arm round her, "It's still prevalent in an underhand
way in the village now."

Margaret cuddled into him, "Yes, Jeremy, I guess that just about sums up my
position here. I'm as much of a slave as she was. But I don't mind too much,"
she added. "It alright when the master is in a good mood and treats her right."



Chapter 14. Breast competition

"What are these for?" Margaret knew she shouldn't have asked but curiosity got
the better of her. The Indian cane roll was open and she held and turned the
larger object of her interest in her hand.

"Have a guess."

Margaret shook her head puzzled. The two slightly curved flattened wood bars
about eighteen inches long were joined at one end by three stout chain links. At
the other end a similar arrangement but the links were only connected to one
bar. In the cane roll the two bars were held closely side by side by the links
looped being through each other. She opened the links.

"It resembles a miniature old fashioned flail," Margaret announced, "Is it for
flailing a person? It would seem to be a very brutal instrument for that. The
links would surely tear out pieces of flesh." She held one bar and whip-like
brought it cracking down on the bed covers. "Jesus! You're not going to hit me
with that, Jeremy are you?"

Smilingly Jeremy stated he wasn't. "It's not any form of whip. Try again."
Margaret put the links together so the bars were closed. She had no idea.
Picking up the slightly smaller one she opened and closed it too. It was the
same type of thing.

"I give up. Whatever it is I guess you are going to hurt me with it."

"With both of the Margaret. They're tit presses. The larger one for the base of
the breasts and the smaller for the nipples. Did your father ever tie your
tits?"

"Not until Jill moved in. She was into tying my tits up."

"Take your robe off and I'll cuff your wrists and try out the tittie clamps.
Yours should take them nicely. I had trouble with Meena's because her's weren't
really large enough."

"You don't have to demonstrate them Jeremy, I can guess now what they do." But
Margaret knew he wouldn't be put off and in the back of her mind she did wonder
what they would feel like. When he played with her tits she always became horny
so perhaps these would do that too. Or would they just be painful? Slipping her
robe over the back of a chair, Margaret offered her wrists for the cuffs. They
were new from a mail order company and more comfortable and quicker than rope
binding. Jeremy sat her on the edge of the bed.

"Ready?" he asked as if she had any choice.

"Yes," she replied knowing too that her acceptance was only a formality.

Jeremy opened the device and, pushing it hard against her chest with one bar
above and one below her tits, slowly closed the two together and fastened the
free ends with the outer chain link. Although this compressed her tits a little
and caused them to bulge, Margaret thought the pain wasn't too bad. However,
Jeremy having left her for a few minutes to acclimatise to the pressure,
tightened both ends of the bar to the second link and then the first. Now the
bar ends were almost touching each other and Margaret grimaced to combat the
pain. She could see and feel her breasts swelling and becoming hard. Their
colour changed from white to red and then to a purplish shade. Her nipples stood
out strongly. It was too much of a temptation for Jeremy. He suckled the teats
and massaged her tits before deciding to complete the tit pressing by putting
the smaller bars over the two nipples and tightening the chain. The pain was
more than Margaret could stand and she had to cry out. Again Jeremy left them
alone for a while until a sort of numbness set in which Margaret could bear
without a great deal of discomfort provided she didn't move.

Trying to breath quietly so as not to move the bars, Margaret watched as Jeremy
went to the decorated cane roll and retrieved a very thin whippy cane only about
fifteen inches long. "When a woman's tits are firm and hard like yours are now,
it is the ideal time to warm and stripe them with a thin cane," he casually
remarked.

"Oh no!" Margaret cried, "These clamps are bad enough as it is without you
whipping my breasts as well." She knew there was no chance she would change his
mind but she had to try and her helpless pleading seemed to arouse her partner.
Jeremy sat alongside her and put his left hand around her shoulders, almost in a
lover's embrace. But it was no show of affection this time. Her eyes caught the
flick of his right hand and the blur of the little cane as it cut across the top
of the tits. She cried at its impact. It might be small. It might be thin but it
did hurt. A light line appeared across the purple flesh, which rapidly darkened.
The next came upwards and caught the underside and thereafter despite her pleas
lines of fire alternately criss-crossed both upper and lower surfaces of her
mammaries. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks by the time the tit caning
stopped.

"Let's get you into bed now," Jeremy said.

"Aren't you going to take these torture things off me first?" pleaded Margaret.

"Not for a bit. I haven't quite finished warming them yet." Margaret railed at
him but soon found herself sitting in bed with pillows propped behind her back.

Jeremy removed the nipple clamps. At first she felt a little relief but when the
blood began to surge back into the tender teats, the pain was almost worse than
it had been with the clamps on. "One disadvantage of having the nipple clamps on
is that one cannot get at them with the cane. I'm going to rectify that now."
Almost before she could protest the cane flicked painfully half a dozen times
across both nipples. While Margaret cried and sobbed with the pain, Jeremy
gently suckled them until she had calmed herself again.

"Is it over, Jeremy?" asked Margaret.

"Yes, the caning is over but I'm not releasing the tit clamp until I have told
you a little story about them. It won't hurt to leave them on a little longer,
or at least it won't damage you it they are left for a bit. You may even wish I
leave them clamped when the pressure is released and the blood flows again." He
crawled in bed alongside her and cuddled her to him.

"Going back to when I was in India, one of the senior officers in the Indian
army invited me to a tit toughness test party. At least that's how best he could
translate it for me. "Bring Meena and the tit clamps Mendles sold you and the
little cane." Most of the town now seemed to know of my dealings at Mendles shop
and the episode with Meena when I first had her. By then I had been in the town
about six months and had been to several parties where sex in one form or
another was on the menu. I pointed out that Meena's tits were not all that big
and the clamps didn't hold too well so I rarely used them. "Don't worry," he
said, "Hers won't be the smallest and we have ways of keeping them on." Meena
looked very worried when I told her of the party but I could not then find out
what it was all about."

"I arrived at the house and found six men sitting around on chairs and six women
sitting on the floor alongside them. From the introductions I learned five had
brought their wives and one, surprisingly to me, had brought his daughter
because his wife was visiting her mother. I recognised Irma with her husband.
I'd brought along a bottle of Scotch from the army stores and the men had a
glass of that. Marmid, the man who had brought his daughter, explained the rules
to me because they considered him the best english speaker. "We will first
exchange women so no one has his own wife or partner. We then clamp the tits and
nipples of the woman we get. Each woman in turn has to come to her new man, put
her hands behind her back and offer her chest for the clamps. When all the tits
are clamped each woman has to offer them to receive two strokes across the top
and two on the underside with the cane. You need to lay these on good and hard.
The women can cry out but mustn't try and protect their breasts with their
hands. They then sit down until every woman has her first set of stripes then
they come forward again and take another four. At the end of the third round
when each will have twelve stripes, the nipple clamps are removed. Now when the
tits are offered you lay on three strokes and these must all be within the
browner aerola area including the nipples." This all sounded very painful for
the women but very arousing for me."

"At any time after the application of the three strokes to the nipple area," the
man went on, "The woman can refuse to take any more. It is though a matter of
honour for them to take as many as possible. To encourage them to continue, the
first woman to drop out will receive sixteen strokes of the full punishment cane
across her backside and all her holes will be available to any and everyone. The
second drop out will receive twelve, the third eight and the fourth four. The
third and fourth to drop out can choose which men they wish to service them but
not which hole they wish to use. The overall winner gets a gold bracelet and is
allowed to choose any man or woman or none to service her is any way she
chooses, second place gets the same option without the bracelet and the third
place to choose a man to service her in the way she wants. Is that clear ladies
and gentlemen? Captain?" I nodded my agreement and was eager to start.

"Captain," the man continued. I was getting frustrated listening to him.
"Captain, normally we ask our guest to start but as you are new to this we
respectfully ask you to delay until you have seen how the others do it. Now we
will draw for the choice of woman. I wondered if I would get Irma but didn't. A
dice was rolled and it came to a four. All the women moved four places to the
right. I ended up with Kajil, a woman about thirty with good-sized tits. Plenty
of area there to take punishment. I fitted the tit clamps to her and unlike you
she'd had them on many times and hardly murmured when I snugged the bars
together. Like the others I waited until Kajil's tits were full and swollen
before adding the nipple clamps. Meena and the daughter with small tits had a
strap from the clamps passed round their backs to keep it a close to the body as
possible and fully expose the breast."

"It all sounds extremely cruel to me. Just another way you men have for making
whores of us," Margaret commented.

"Maybe but some of the women enjoyed it afterwards. Now if I may continue
without interruption or shall I tickle those titties of yours a bit more?"
Jeremy frowned at his bed companion. He hated stopping once he'd started telling
a tale. "We now sat in a semicircle around a small padded platform and our women
knelt opposite us. The host, I can't remember his name now, stood and his woman
came forward, knelt on the platform and clasping her hands behind her back,
thrust her tits out. Host swung his cane in a wide circle and brought it down
hard on the offered breasts. The woman gave a small cry but held her place. His
next blow swung upwards whipping both tits upwards. Again there was just a cry
from her. When he repeated the strokes her eyes filled with tears. Turning to me
the Marmid, said, "The object is to try and make the woman you are caning give
up early. You then get the chance of caning her arse and give your wife or, in
your case, housekeeper, a better chance of winning the bracelet." I didn't
really have much hope of that.

The young daughter was next and she sobbed and cried at the end of her four.
Meena who was fifth in line cried out shrilly but kept her tits well out.
Finally it was my turn. I had whipped Meena and others enough by then to know
the wrist action to cause a painful stroke, but even so my woman hardly made a
sound. By the end of the third round the daughter was screaming pitifully and
pleading not to take any more. Her father was angry at her show of weakness but
I couldn't understand what was being said. Kajil still hadn't made much sound
but she did grunt a bit when the nipple clamps were removed. After the three
across the nipples the daughter screamed further and would have run from the
room had not she been prevented. I actually felt sorry for her. She was too
young to be introduced to this sort of punishment. Now she had to take the
caning to her arse. Meena too was really too young but she hung in there and was
fourth to drop out."

"Despite the lack of groans from Kajil, I felt the punishment I was inflicting
was having its effect. She didn't present her tits as well now. I saw Irma was
still in. Then another wife dropped out and it was between Kajil and Irma. Her
whipper's wife went out early on so he had no real interest in winning the
bracelet. I really wanted Irma to have it for all she had done for me when I
arrived. With only two left there was little time between each session for the
two women to recover after each round. I watched Irma receive three, two were on
the aerola area and one on the nipples. Her whipper was getting careless. I laid
on three crackers catching both nipples with every stroke. That did it. Kajil
quit. Irma came over and claimed me for which I was very pleased. At her request
I took her from the rear so my body didn't touch her tits which were already
very colourful. Then we sat and watched the caning of the early drop outs. Again
I felt sorry for the daughter. Irma told me her father would probably give her
more when he got her home. He was so ashamed of her poor performance. A few
weeks later Meena informed me the girl had run away from home."

There was a long silence as Jeremy lay back on his pillow at the finish of his
tale. Margaret decided she could speak again. "Excuse me for interrupting
Jeremy, but would you mind releasing me now? Before you drop off to sleep,
please."

"Sorry Margaret I was miles and years away. Back when I was a young Captain." He
slowly released the clamps and her wrists. She gently cupped the sore orbs as
the blood flowed into them again causing a painful tingling sensation. Half an
hour later the pain had eased enough for her to go to the bathroom and gently
bathe them. Jeremy was asleep.



Chapter 15. Sara's story

3:00 a.m. Margaret stared at the red figures of the bedside clock. She couldn't
sleep. Her tits were tender and she felt horny.

4:00 a.m. She decided to get up and make a cup of tea. Jeremy still gently
snored. Pulling her robe around her and creeping downstairs into the warmth of
the kitchen she thought about how those women must have felt the night after the
competition. Jeremy hurt her but not badly, now as she waited for the kettle to
boil she gently caressed her tits with one hand and fingered her clit with the
other. Soon she climaxed and sat down to enjoy her tea. "I feel wide awake now,"
she said to herself, "Perhaps I'll type in another page of the journal. I'll
just put the heater on in my room while I finish my tea, then the room should be
warm enough for me to work without this robe rubbing my titties." The small room
she now referred to as "My Room" had been one of the bedrooms but now contained
her computer and various other items she'd collected during the month she'd been
with Jeremy.

For a while she mused over the happenings of the last month and how her life had
changed. There were still times when she was beaten but never with the severity
she knew with her father and mainly it was for sexual stimulation unless she did
something he disapproved of. Sex with him was different. Usually enjoyable,
often very enjoyable. Again so different from life at home where she was just a
vehicle for her father's painful pleasure and for the final eight weeks before
she was thrown out, of a his girlfriend too. "Yes," she said to herself, "Life
is better now and I quite like being Jeremy's 'unmarried wife'. His 'partner'.
His 'significant other'. Certainly better than being a whore for my father." She
fired up the cypher programme and began typing.

April 15th 1831

'During the following week I paid a visit to Jason and Gwendolyn Barker, master
and mistress of the orphanage. They had requested my visit during the previous
Saturday's entertainment. From Martha and from their attendance at the Saturday
gatherings, I knew their beliefs on the efficacy of discipline by the rod in
keeping order in their institution were similar to my own. I also knew they both
enjoyed bedding the more senior orphans.

Jason greeted me and took me to their parlour where Gwen ordered one of the
girls to bring some cordial. After an amicable conversation I was given a tour
of the orphanage. There were seventeen children living there at the moment, nine
girls and eight boys ranging in age from four years to fourteen. Returning to
the parlour where there was some privacy, Jason explained the position.

"Josiah as you know we are paid by the church charity to look after orphans
until they are fourteen years old. By then they are considered old enough to go
out to work or get married. The charity only allows us to keep children for a
month or so after their fourteenth birthday. We now have three children who have
reached that age. Two girls and a boy. The boy, Robert, and his sister Jane are
twins and very close. They are both small in stature but good enough workers
where physical strength in not required. Sara, the other girl is quite large for
her age but is not the most intelligent."

"She's a fun girl though," Gwen chipped in, "Lively in bed and willing to do
most tasks set her that are within her capabilities but she may have to be shown
them several times."

"Squire Pemberton often takes our grown up children, but this time he suggested
you might like them," went on Jason. "He has more than enough for the time
being." I wondered how much it would offend Squire if I refused or if I could
think of any reason for refusing.'

"Fourteen year olds considered grown up and capable of working and getting
married, How times have changed," Margaret muttered. "I don't suppose they were
even as fully developed physically as fourteen year olds are today either. Still
maybe fourteen was considered old then. Seem to remember reading about Dickens
and Shaftesbury and their work to stop boys of ten years old being used to sweep
chimneys and in the coal mines. Think that was later in the century to this book
as well. Can't remember much of what old Mr. Johnson said about it in class all
those years ago." She gave her colourful tits a little massage and turned back
to her typing.

'I pointed out to Jason that we were a workhouse for women and didn't take in
boys. "Yes, I know that Josiah but the problem is they are twins and when we
have tried to separate them both seem to pine away and neither are of any use to
anyone. Twice they've nearly died until we brought them together again. Even now
they are both rather frail although Jane does service me quite well and Robert,
although small, puts plenty of effort into satisfying Gwendolyn. And his
sister," Jason added. I thought about it for a while. We'd lost three of the
ladies now so we could do with some fresh blood at the workhouse and they would
be popular at our Saturday entertainments so the girls would earn their keep. I
was still reluctant to take the boy though.

"Couldn't you use him as a gardener or errand boy or something?" Gwen asked.

"Or make him wear girls clothing and treat him as one? He's small enough and
Jane hasn't much more in the tit department." Jason I knew was trying his best
to convince me to take him off his hands and still do what he could for the pair
by keeping them together. In the end I agreed to see all three young things.
Sara I had no doubts about. She was plump and well endowed in the breast
department and had a smiling face. She might be slow to learn but no doubt the
strap and birch would encourage her learning and Jason had said he gave her a
good strapping most weeks. The twins were small and looked much younger than
their age. Both were thin and spindly and looked like they would break into
tears at the slightest provocation. I knew some of my guests liked underage
children so perhaps these would get some use even if they were older. It was
therefore with some misgivings that I brought all three to the workhouse.

At our evening meal, which to them seemed luxurious although it was but a simple
repast, I formally introduced the three newcomers. Alice had found a dress that
suited Sara but nothing small enough for the twins without alteration. They had
to remain in their threadbare orphanage clothes for the time being but
Henrietta, who is our best seamstress, would start them making dresses for
themselves in the morning. I gave the trio the usual lecture on what would be
expected of them and what they would get if they didn't do it well enough and
how they would have to help earn their keep on Saturdays. All showed fear of
Alice's strap and the birch but didn't show any emotion when it was explained
what they would have to do to keep the guests happy.

Believing it would be a good introduction to our ways I decided to let everyone
see and feel their bodies unclothed. Starting with Sara I removed her dress and
undergarments. She blushed a little when I fingered her pert breasts and then
her little cunnie and noticed how quickly she became wet. "Very nice," I told
her, "You must warm my bed tonight. Now go and show yourself to the others." She
seemed very willing to allow Jack and all the ladies to fondle her and I guessed
she would be a very welcome addition to our menu for the guests.

The twins were a different matter. Both were very much alike in appearance.
Jane's chest was almost as flat as her brother's with only the merest hint of a
protuberance, and her cunnie was still bald but she held still when I inserted
my finger in to its full depth. Robert's little cock stood to attention when I
touched it. Like his sister, he was hairless in that area. Gwen had said he had
satisfied her with it but I wondered how he would get on with all the ladies
here. I bent him over and pushed my finger in his bum hole. He winced a little
but allowed me to do it without crying out. Afterwards I told them all that
Robert was to be known as Roberta but that quickly got changed to Bobby, and was
to be dressed and treated as if he was a girl. Because of the special
relationship between the twins, the two would share one room.

Sara performed exceedingly well in bed that night. With Alice's encouragement
Sara took my prick in all three of her holes. Both her cunnie and arse were
fairly tight but she thrust back willingly and gave me a good ride. Even when I
removed my cock after shooting a load into her bowels, she willingly sucked me
clean. Nor did she demure when Alice used her tongue to clean my sperm from her
tender cunt. I asked her how long since had Jason been fucking her.

"Some months now," she replied, "When my tits started to grow and my woman's
curse came Father and Mother, that's Mr. and Mrs. Barker but we get to call them
our parents although they are not really, well they came to me and said I now
needed lessons in love making so I would know what a man would desire of me when
I left there. That evening they took me to their bedroom and we all undressed. I
half knew what to expect as I had talked with some other girls before they left
and they used to tell what went on in the bedroom. I also often saw the cocks of
the boys when we bathed or had the cane and knew how they became hard. Mother
made me kneel while she showed me Father's cock and balls and how rubbing and
sucking made him really hard. It was much bigger than any I had seen. Mother lay
on the bed while Father explained her cunt and how to stimulate her clittie. I
already knew about that and when he fingered mine I was already flowing with my
juices. He told me why us women needed the liquid to lubricate them.

When he turned her over to show me her arse, I was surprised to see stripes
across it although they were fading. When I asked if she had been naughty I was
told the squire had laid them on to warm her bum before fucking her arse. "Many
men like a woman to have a tender bottom before fucking her," Father said.
"You'll find that out soon." Father opened her bottom hole and put two fingers
in for me to see that a cock as big as his would go in. Then he turned her tit
up again and opened her legs wide and explained about fucking and showed me
about the sponges and how to put them in. He fucked her cunnie and I had to
watch close and then put it in her bum. When he came and pulled out he offered
it to me to suck which I did and I quite liked it and kept sucking until it
hardened again. Mother laid me down on my back and said it was my turn. Father
put it in me and I had my first fuck.

"You were underage at that time then. You were only thirteen?" I asked.

"Yes, Sir, but I was having my monthlies so I was ready. So Mother and Father
said. Not like the twins. Jane only started a week ago. But she'd had it for a
long while 'cus they allowed Bobby to sleep with her."

"Were you only fucked by the mother and father?" I asked.

"No Sir. Parson he takes me down in the crypt sometimes for penance. He spanks
me hard first and then does it. Some of the older boys come to my room at night
but their cocks allus seem small after Father and Parson's. And Greg's." Greg
was the gardener, a rather morose single man in his fifties. He was excellent at
his work so Jason turned a blind eye to him taking a girl into his shed every
lunchtime. "He's hung like the Major's horse," Sara informed me, "And it hurt at
first but I liked it after a bit and allus went to him when I could. Some of the
other older girls thought him dirty and he was a bit big for them but they had
to go anyhow. Sometimes I slipped away after tea and did it in his home. Naked
on his bed. I liked it best that way."

I knew then that Sara was going to be well worth having here. I was not so sure
about the twins but...'

"What are you doing up at this hour of the morning Margaret?" Jeremy yawned as
he walked in the room. "Tits too tender to sleep?"

"Yes, a little. I was horny too. So I got up and made a cuppa and decided I
wouldn't be able to sleep so came in here."

"Shall I try and alleviate the horniness?" Jeremy asked showing his erect cock.

"Mmmm. Yes, you can try."



Chapter 16. The last weeks at home

"Hold back a bit Jeremy please. That's Jill at the other end of the aisle and I
don't really want to face her yet." They were doing their weekly shopping in
Tesco's, the nearest supermarket.

"Don't be afraid of her Margaret. Or more importantly, don't show her you are
afraid even if you are. Be proud of yourself. Better still go up and ask how she
is getting on. Take the ball game to her. Don't let her see you hiding behind a
stack of washing powder." Jeremy's officer training was coming to the fore.
"Head up girl. Be proud of yourself. You're at least as good as she is. No
you're better. She has absolutely no control over you now and may even fear you,
knowing that you're free and could make her life hell. Come on. Head up,
shoulders back. Smile."

"Is that an order Colonel?"

"It most certainly is. Obey it or get your arse tanned later. I only employ
girls with a bit of spirit." He turned the trolley up the next aisle. "Remember,
she may be more than a little worried at seeing you still around especially when
you are with a man. She will worry as to how much I know about her. As expected
they met Jill halfway along.

"Morning Jill. How are you? How's Father?" Nervous as she was, Margaret kept her
voice light and under control.

Jill gave her a look of pure hatred. "No better for you asking and you know well
enough what your father is like and now you're not there...." Jill pushed past
them but a tear trickled down her face.

*****

"You never have said much about Jill and your relationship with her. Is now the
time to get it off your chest?" Jeremy asked.

Margaret only half heard the question. As was often their habit during the dark
evenings they sat together on the settee in front of the fire with a glass of
wine. Effectively they were husband and wife in all except they had not a paper
document to prove it. A hundred pounds was still paid into her bank account each
week and now her original debt for clothing had been paid off, she could use the
money to buy things she wanted or felt she needed without having to ask first.
Theoretically she was self-employed but more and more as their feelings for each
other grew, they ignored that distinction. In their minds she was no longer
employed or contracted to him. They were part of each other. They ate together,
worked together, slept together and fucked regularly. Perhaps more than if they
had been married. Once a week or so, but not on any set day, they opened the
cane roll and played with one of the instruments but the effect was to arouse
rather than hurt and it was rare now for him to actually punish her.

"Calling Margaret Smith. Margaret Smith will you come in please?" Cupping his
hands around his mouth mimicking a loud hailer, Jeremy brought his partner back
from her musing.

"Sorry Jeremy, I was thinking about my life here and comparing it with life with
father. How different it is now to what it was for most of my time on this
earth. I suppose seeing Jill brought it back. She didn't seem all that happy. I
wouldn't be surprised if father is hurting her now I'm not there. Sorry Jeremy.
What was your question?"

"Would you like to tell me about Jill and your relationship with her now? All
the weeks you've been here, you've hardly mentioned her name and yet you were
really very upset when you saw her this morning. And you've been miles away ever
since we came home."

"Sorry Jeremy." Margaret paused for a while. "It's difficult for me to talk
about it. Not only was I beaten by her, I was made to do things. Lesbian things.
Especially when father was out. She was the one who made me drink her pee more
frequently than my father did. And then there was...." Margaret broke off. It
was too disgusting to recall.

"When did your father's relationship with her start?" Jeremy prompted.

"I think it must have been late last summer. Probably he met her in a pub and
they went together a few times but I really never knew and they haven't told me.
One night late last September he didn't come home at all one night, which
frightened me as I was tied to the bedpost. Next morning when he came in I asked
him where he had been and was told it was none of my business and given a caning
before I was released. I could smell woman scent on him. He brought her home
some time in October but that first time I was tied and gagged in my own room or
at least what used to be my room. I hadn't slept there since mother had died.

The second or third time she stayed the night I managed to knock over a box
thinking if it was heard by Jill and she saw me she would release me and perhaps
somehow temper father's use of me. I was bitterly disappointed. She not only
aided him in his beating of me, she held me so he could easily hit the more
tender parts. Worse still, she wanted to keep my father's cock for herself, so
she brought this enormous strap on dildo to use on me. As it was always hard she
would rape me with it for long periods until my arse or cunnie was so sore I
could not bear to pee or poop." Margaret started sobbing at the memories.

"Get them off your chest Margaret," Jeremy urged gently. "It will help if you
share the horrors and I will have heard worse as a soldier."

"You will hate me! You'll send me away when you find out the filthy things I
did."

"No, Margaret. I know you for what you are now. What happened in the past won't
alter that." He gave her a little hug.

"Well as I said there were a lot of lesbian things I guess you won't find too
extraordinary. She was always home before father and made me fetch her off with
my mouth or fingers and if I didn't do good enough job it was the strap-on or
cane or the dildo or sometimes all three."

"Didn't you enjoy any of the les activities, Margaret?"

"I suppose I did but with her they were always overlaid with punishment and pain
or real humiliation. She's a real horrible woman Jeremy. I guess being with
father made her worse."

"What sort of humiliation?"

"Perhaps if I tell you of just one night. It was the worst by far but the others
were not pleasant. Jill had been living in for about a month and she had a key
to the door. Something I was never allowed. As usual I was alone and tied naked
to the bed when she came in from work. She's a supervisor at a chicken farm. Not
much of a job but it put her in charge of a group of girls. Because of the
chicken smell she always showers when she get in. Frequently I had to help wash
her and on many occasions was given what she called a golden shower. Then I had
to kneel open mouthed before her when I received it. I had got somewhat used to
having to drink father's so it was more the fact she was his mistress that upset
me about doing it with her.

This particular evening I turned away as she came into the bedroom and started
to strip off her work clothes. My turning away upset her and she cracked the
belt across my back half a dozen times. "Face me bitch," she ordered. As you
saw, she is a well-built woman and the strap would have had me screaming had I
not been gagged. I could tell she was in a bad mood and found out there had been
a problem at work which she was blamed for. "You should by now know my body very
intimately bitch! You've seen it, felt it and tasted it." She undressed and made
be look closely at her pubic hair and opened her cunt lips and pushed them into
my face and made me lick. After a short while she said, "Come on we'll go into
the shower and I'll give you one, a nice yellow one. I haven't been all day." My
wrists were released and my ankles put on the hobble so I could walk with short
steps. We had a shower that was over a bathtub and Jill made me kneel in the tub
and again positioned her cunt so I could tongue it. After a few minutes of this
she pulled my head tight into her groin and told me to drink everything that
came. "I know you like to drink Henry's piss and you've tasted mine but you let
some of mine dribble out of your mouth. This time you are going to have the lot
direct from the source. Any that slops over you can lick up from the bottom of
the bath." She flipped the lever to shut the bath outlet. "And while you're
licking it up, I'll be laying the strap into your cunt good and hard." Without
further warning Jill let forth her stream. I drank as fast as I could but Jill
didn't give me any chance by slowing the flow or pausing. Some found its way
into the bath and collected by the drain plug. "Get your head down and your arse
up," Jill ordered. The smell seemed more intense and obnoxious to me in that
position but Jill hadn't finished humiliating me. Taking the strap she put it
under my cunt. I expected her to strike me with it but she said, "Your turn.
Piss bitch. I want this strap nice and wet for when I use it on you. Wet with
you own piss."

It took a little while and a couple of blows with the strap before I could get
myself to flow although I had a full bladder. My piss ran into a large pool at
the drain too "You can't mean I have to....?" I asked.

"Of course. You need a good drink. Get your mouth in it and start." She followed
the instruction with a stinging slap with the piss-wet strap. Again and again
she hit me as I tried to suck and lick the foul stuff. I was about half done
when, to my horror, father came in.

"Henry, your daughter got a bit thirsty," laughed Jill.

"Well I can give her a drop more," father said and aimed his prick at my mouth.
Although I felt sick at the thought of taking another load, I dutifully took his
prick and swallowed it all. "Rub her tits in what's left and then move them
about with your strap Jill." Jill did so and then bent me painfully back over
the edge of the tub. Father held my hands out of the way while Jill strapped my
tits unmercifully until I was ready to pass out. For a few minutes they allowed
me to recover. Jill sat on the loo and I heard her take a shit and then stand
without wiping and climb into the bath. She turned to spray on so it ran over
her front and then ordered me again to service her cunt. This time she presented
it to me from the rear and I could see the brown stains around her hole." Again
Margaret stopped.

"Are you sure you want to hear this Jeremy? It gets worse. Much, much worse."

"Whether I want to hear it or not is immaterial. You need to get it off your
chest. I will listen and won't criticise you for what you had to do. I will try
and understand."

"It was father's hand that pushed me into her crevice and ordered me to make her
perfectly clean there. Fortunately a little of the spray had begun to run down
her back and started to wash the stain away but I could still taste it and more
so when I had to force my tongue inside the hole.

While Jill dried herself Father sat on the loo. "Yes daughter dear," he glowered
at me, "You can do mine as well and I'll make sure there is something there for
you to taste." He stood and turned round so he faced the cistern. "Put her face
where she can see it properly Jill. Jill made me kneel inches away from his
arsehole. I saw it open and a turd emerge. It smelt vile. An inch or two out and
he squeezed his muscles and broke it off, leaving a thick brown mark.

I begged them not to make me lick it. "Of course you are girl. But there'll be
more yet." Jill was delighted in my predicament. Another few inches of hot shit
came out and a fart but I wasn't allowed to move away. A third turd and the
brown patch around the hole was growing. Worse. Because he was facing the wrong
way for using the toilet, the turds didn't fall into the water but stuck to the
front part of the pan. Positioned as it was, my nose received a full dose of the
smell as it rose. Once I managed to pull away but two swift slaps with the strap
knocked me to the floor, the impact being taken on my already sore tits. I
yelled and screamed but they laughed.

"Hold a minute," Jill said to father. She fastened my wrist cuffs. "So you don't
like the smell of your father's shit bitch. Let's see if you like the taste any
better. Making father back his arse towards me until it was clear of the pan,
she pulled my face right to his hole and ordered me to open my mouth. I kept
yelling, "No! No! No! but Jill straddled my back and started pulling on my
tortured tits. The pain was awful.

"You are going to do it bitch. One way or another. That next turd is going right
down your throat. If it doesn't I'll spoon the whole lot from the pan down there
as well. There was no hope. My lips felt the hole start to open. Jill pulled on
my lower jaw and pressed the back of my head until my open mouth was in
position. "Give it to her Henry! Give the bitch all you've got." I felt the turd
slide along my tongue. The taste was revolting. It kept coming until it touched
the back of my throat and broke off. Jill closed my mouth and held it closed.
"Does it taste nice?" She was taking a great delight in it.

Father stood and opened my mouth and looked in. I was near being sick and wanted
to gag it out. Jill had other ideas. "Shove it in with your prick Henry." He did
and started fucking my mouth until I was forced to swallow. My head was swimming
from the pain and the disgusting taste but it was not quite the end of the
ordeal for I still had to use my tongue to clean his arse. Really that was
nothing compared to what I had already done. However, it was only minutes before
my head was back over the pan being violently sick.

I was sick many more times that night and was ill the next day with a fever
although I didn't get any sympathy from Jill or father. However, they must have
decided that the risk of my becoming really ill was too great and I never had to
do it again. Just thinking about it makes me feel sick. Jeremy, please never ask
or force me to do that. Please don't think any worse of me now for having told
you."

"Margaret dear, that is something I find disgusting too. I will never ask you to
do it. Drinking a little piss seems totally different to eating excrement. You
have my word on it. And no, your story has changed nothing between us. It has
only added to the feeling I have against your father and now his girlfriend. I
just wish we could find a way of getting back at them without you having to drag
the whole story out in public."

"Jeremy, I just want the whole affair forgotten, especially that incident. After
that I decided I would leave home no matter what but in the end the decision was
not mine. I knew I couldn't leave immediately as I had no money or less than
five pounds. I was also kept tied up for much of the time they were out. I was
allowed out to go to the job centre and the D.H.S.S. to collect my benefits.
Most of these were paid directly into the household bank account so I didn't get
them but one payment was in cash. Only £7.50p a week but I was able to keep it
without telling father. I hid it in the garden shed where they never went. I was
made to mow the apology for a lawn with an old push mower. As it turned out it
was a good thing the money was outside otherwise I would have lost it. I only
had nine weeks money hidden there so it didn't last long." Margaret started
sobbing at the memory and horror at what they made her do. Jeremy comforted her
until she calmed and then took her to bed and made love to her gently.



Chapter 17. School days

It was two days later before Margaret sat at her keyboard again and the
translated words appeared on the screen.

'I knew then that Sara was going to be well worth having here. I was not so sure
about the twins but as it turned out I needn't have worried. It would seem they
would go to great lengths and put up with hardships just to keep together.

The night following the introduction of my cock to Sara's cunnie, I bade Jane
and Roberta, who now everyone insisted on calling Bobby so I quickly fell into
using it as well, come to my bed. I found out the little minx Martha had slept
with them the previous night and enjoyed both the boy's cock and the girl's lips
on her cunnie. She had of course known them from the orphanage and it was like a
reunion of friends.

Alice as usual was in my room too so the bed was a little crowded but the twins
are quite small even for their age. Jane willingly opened her legs wide when
asked and I was able to again examine her small almost hairless cunnie and her
tiny bum hole. Bobby's cock was similarly unclothed, only the merest of downy
fluff around the base and his bum hole was very similar is size and colour to
his sister's. His prick was in proportion to his size, less than five inches
long and quite thin. Alice asked him if the women who helped at the orphanage
took it in their bums and he replied, "The older ones do ma'am. They say it's
not big enough to fill their cunnies. Some men like it there too Sir. Mr. Barker
liked me to do it to him while he did Jane."

I replied, "I think I will try that too," and ordered Alice to get some dripping
from the kitchen.

"Although it's small he can keep it up for a long while," Jane butted in, "And
he often has to service several girls and women one after the other."

"Have you had it up the bum before Sir?" the boy asked.

"Not since I was a pupil at St. Joseph's. The monks turned a blind eye to what
we did in the dorm beds at night unless they wanted a young bum to warm with a
strap. We boys did it to each other quite often but the monk's cock's hurt." For
a while I fell into a reminiscing mood while Jane gently fingered my cock.

"Go on tell us," Alice who had now returned with the fat, pleaded. "Go on tell
us about your dirty boy doings." So I told them a little about my boyhood.

"When I was eleven I was sent to a boarding school for boys run by a very strict
order of monks. Strict that is from a discipline point of view but dissolute in
their ways. No boy got through a week without having been bent over a teacher's
desk and having a dose of the strap or cane on his bare arse in front of the
rest. And once we'd received it we had to shuffle back to our desks with our
short trousers around our ankles and sit bare bottomed on our hard wood form.

On my first afternoon there I was one of a group of five new boys who were caned
one after the other for not having set our sums out in the way the monks wanted.
I was third in line and had to watch as the first boy went to the desk. He was
sobbing and crying as he lowered his shorts. After the second stroke he stood up
and begged not to get any more. Friar James became annoyed and ordered two older
boys to hold him down and then started his six again. "Take him to his place,"
ordered Friar James and one of the boys grabbed the lad's cock and dragged him
back to his place. I found out the lad had been in the care of his mother for
many years and had not ever been caned before. The second lad held tight to the
desk but when he stood at the end we noticed his prick was half-hard. Friar
noticed it too and gave the end a little flick with his cane. The boy winced but
didn't cry any louder than he was already. Friar ordered him to stop snivelling
which he more or less did.

My turn was next and I held that desk like my life depended on it. The Friar
laid it on hard and I remember yelling but I did hold on and took just my six. I
felt my prick stir but it didn't start to harden so I shuffled to my seat and
sat painfully down.

That night after lights out but with the moon streaming in the windows us five
new boys were stripped naked by the other boys and held down while our pricks
were rubbed and fingers were poked in our bums. They were still tender from the
canings. I could see everyone had hard-ons. One boy was holding me while another
'pulled my donkey' until I spurted into his hand and he then rubbed it all into
my prick and balls. This I found out later was to prevent the sticky stuff from
soiling the blankets or floor which if spotted by the Friars, resulted in one or
more boys being strapped or caned.

The boy who rubbed me pushed some of my stuff in my bum hole and then I was held
down over the bed with my face pushed into the blankets. This was mainly to
prevent me crying out as all this was carried out in near complete silence so as
not to disturb the friars. Had my face not been held down, I probably would have
yelled when two hands pulled my sore bum cheeks apart and I felt a boy's prick
force its way into my hole. That first time the pain seemed severe but
afterwards I learned to take it easily even when I had to submit to a friar.
When the first boy had shot into me a second took his place. This I found out
was a traditional welcome for new boys and later I took part in these
initiations. When the third boy was inside me, the lad that had been caned first
that afternoon, his name I remember was Jones, managed to get a scream out.
Immediately the door opened and Friar Edward came in with a lamp. All the boys
except new boys leapt into their beds.

"Stay as you are," Friar Edward shouted. We had only just started to stand. "So
you new lads have already started playing dirty games have you?" His finger
touched my bottom. I kept quiet. He did the same to each boy and repeated the
question. All remained quiet. "Well we'll see if my strap will loosen a few
tongues. From the folds of his garment he produced a leather strap and we were
ordered to lie face down on our beds. I was the first to receive it this time.
Three hard whacks. I cried out at each one. All five had the same treatment
without saying anything so the friar came round again and we had a second three
until he came to Jones who screamed out, "No Sir! No more. We were forced to do
it! It was the other boys Sir!"

"So we have a blabbermouth here do we?" Friar Edward said quietly, "And I guess
you were the one who screamed out. I heard you were the one who couldn't take
his punishment earlier without help so perhaps I will have to call on two of
your friends again for assistance." Another boy and I were ordered to hold him
still. I was at the foot of the bed holding Jones' ankles to my waist while the
other boy sat on his back. In the lamp light I had a very clear view of the
boy's striped arse and his cock and balls. The cane marks were very clear still
but now overlaid with the broader stripes from the strap. I don't suppose I will
ever forget that night. The friar laid six more across his already very sore bum
and then took him away. It was two days later that I found out Friar Edward had
tied him over his bed and used his man size prick to ravish the poor lad's bum
twice more before making him fuck his own bum. Sometime before dawn the friar
again raped the boy and then sucked him off. After that Friar Edward seemed to
delight in taking that particular boy to his room at night."

"When did Friar Edward take you?" Alice asked.

"It was Friar James who was the first monk to take me," I told her, "About my
fourth night. Each night the duty friar took a boy to his room and often one of
the others would take a boy too. Those of us who remained would have our arses
attended to by the other boys and on my second night I had gotten my prick up a
boy's arse and found the experience most enjoyable. After that it was turn and
turn about until we'd satisfied our young lusts. It was obvious now the friars
knew all about it. Anyway back to Friar James. He came into the dorm and ordered
me to bend over the bed. I expected to be punished but instead of getting out
his belt he pushed his finger in my hole. It was full of spunk from another boy.

"Still very tight I see, Winsberly," he said, "I think I will see what I can do
about that." He took me to his room and took off his robe and for the first time
I saw a man sized hard prick. I seemed enormous then. "Give it a good suck and
get plenty of spit on it boy and it will go in easier." I began to realise then,
Friar James was one of the kinder monks although that didn't prevent him laying
on the strap or cane good and hard and very frequently. I took his prick in my
small mouth and laved it as best I could until he pulled it out and ordered me
over the bed. "Do I need to tie you Winsberly," he asked and when I said no, he
went on, "You know that if I have to stop and do it I won't be pleased and will
take the cane to your bottom? You still want to be left free?" I said I did and
bent down. I'd only had four strokes of the strap that day so my arse was tender
but not unduly painful.

Friar James put his cock to my hole and pushed but it didn't enter. "Open up
boy, like when you shit." I did and felt the head enter. It hurt far more that I
expected but he carried on pushing despite my complaining that it hurt too much.
However I kept myself on the bed knowing it would be worse for me if I stood up.
Fortunately the sperm already inside my hole lubricated his prick and eventually
I felt his balls slap against my bum. Then he reached around and gripped my cock
and started fucking in earnest. Although it still hurt the pain became easier.

"Oh I do love a nice tight boy's arse," he cried out and he pumped into me,
"You're not quite as tight as little Jones but still very nice." I wanted to
keep in his good books so I started pushing back to meet each of his thrusts
like some of the older boys liked me to do and it wasn't long before he came.
For a while he lay on top of me while his prick gradually softened and then
withdrew. I was hard from him gripping my cock so he ordered me to fuck his
arse, which I did. His hole was much larger than any of the boys so it went in
easily and I rogered him as hard as I could. Like him, I reached around and took
hold of his cock, and while ramming his bum I played with his weapon. It of
course hardened again and immediately I had finished he decided to ram it into
my bum again. Although it went in easier this time, my hole was still sore and I
cannot say I enjoyed it.

Afterwards, I had to suck him clean and he did the same for me which I didn't
expect but felt nice. Only one or two of the friars would do that but all wanted
you to clean them. Friar James took me into his bed that night and woke me early
and forced his cock once more into my bum. Some of the boys wanted to see my
arse the next morning when I got back to the dorm and teased me about having
taken Friar James' cock. They said his was the biggest of all the friars.

For some reason I wasn't that popular as a bum boy for the friars. I rarely had
to bed with them more than one time a week while Jones had to attend them most
nights. He always came back sore and once in particular he had to have the
morning off from school. I was detailed to check on him at mid morning break. He
was laid on top of the bed without any trousers so I saw his bum had been caned
and strapped and his hole was inflamed and sore. We had some patent cream to use
and while I put that on him he told me what had happened that night.

Friar Edward had taken him to his room but before they started three of the
other friars invited him to a get together in another room and seeing Jones was
said to bring him along for some fun. At first they just sat him in a corner
while they drank from a bottle of whiskey. When they'd had a few glasses they
decided to have some sport with him. Friar Edward stripped him and warmed his
arse with six from his cane. He was then bent over and made to suck Edward's
cock while the other three also gave him six but with a strap. Afterwards when
Jones was reduced to a sobbing wreck, they examined the friar's cock and found
some small teeth marks. To pay for this Jones had his prick bitten by each of
the friars until the boy passed out. A drop of whiskey revived him so all of
them could fuck his bum, one after the other and they did it again next morning.
However this time the boy's screams were heard by the abbot who on seeing the
boy's condition, castigated the friars and gave the boy the morning off from
lessons and told him to report to him immediately after lunch."

Alice said, "I've heard some of those religious orders are very strict and in a
closed situation where there are no women, perhaps it is not surprising they had
sex between themselves. You didn't want to continue with boy fucking after you
left that school?"

"No," I answered, "Once I fucked a girl, I didn't really want to go back to men.
I prefer the softness of a girl's cunnie and playing with her tits."

"But you like putting your prick up their bums too," Alice persisted. I had to
agree and perhaps that was a legacy from my school days.

"Are you going to fuck me now?" Jane asked.

"And let me do your bum?" added Bobby.

"While I spank your bum Bobby?" Alice put in.

I had to laugh at them all. Seeing I was fully hard from my reminiscing, Bobby
just wet the end of my prick with his saliva while Alice tongued Jane's slit and
added some moisture there so my entry into her tight little cunnie was quite
easy. Although it was small, it had been well used and opened up to grip my
prick nicely. When I was in, I felt Alice putting some fat on my bum hole, which
is something we rarely did at school. At best, the friars allowed us to put spit
on their cocks. Bobby then pushed his way in. I was rather tight seeing I hadn't
had a prick up there for some years but I almost without thinking knew to relax
my muscles and then his prick went right home and he began to time his in
strokes to meet my coming out of his sister. I heard Alice slap his arse each
time he came from me. I found it a most pleasant sensation and was glad I agreed
to take the twins in. Jane was also correct about her brother's ability to
recover quickly and Alice was able to get her satisfaction shortly after.'

"I wonder if Jeremy had boy to boy sex when he was at school?" Margaret thought
as she read through the latest part of the journal. "I would have thought
homosexuality or probably they'd call it buggery then, being illegal would not
have been so prolific as this journal says. Still many of the other things they
did here were illegal too. And many of the things my father did to me were very
illegal even now. Not much change there."



Chapter 18. Two boys on holiday

When later that evening and Jeremy had read the latest part of the account, she
asked, "What about your early sexual life? Did you have many homosexual
experiences Jeremy?"

"Not really much to tell Margaret. Nothing much at school although it was a boys
school, I wasn't a boarder and although I knew some boys did it together, mostly
they were shunned. I wanked on my own quite a bit and together with other boys
in a woodland hideaway we had but that was only on a few occasions. However I
did have one queer boy experience that your grotty mind will like to hear.

When I was fifteen I was invited to stay with a friend of my father's during
part of the school holiday. His son, Raymond, was a year older and had an
eighteen foot sailing dinghy. I'd met him several times but didn't know him
well. We arranged to spent one week sailing the creeks and estuaries near his
home and the plan was to sail in the open boat during the day and camp near the
seawall at night. The first afternoon out I discovered he was a queer. We were
gently sailing down a wide stretch of river. Not much wind. Warm July sun. He
was steering with his legs splayed and I could see the warmth was making his
cock grow under his bathing costume until the end peeked out. He didn't bother
to hide it. Indeed he made sure I could see. Mine started to harden too but I
did my best to keep it out of sight. "You don't have to be ashamed of it,
Jeremy," he said, "Slip your cossy down and let me see it. Here's mine." He not
only slipped his down but also took it right off and hefted his prick. There
were no other boats around to see us on that rather isolated stretch of the
river. I still was very hesitant to show him mine but eventually I did and he
came over and felt it and rubbed it a few times.

"Did you wank it in the bathroom this morning?" The question couldn't have been
put any more bluntly. I must have blushed and shook my head. "Good," he said,
"There'll be plenty of stuff in your balls for later. We sailed on for another
couple of miles or so and then came to a little inlet where we could safely moor
the boat. Apart from the plimsols on our feet we were naked. The inlet led to a
long disused World War II concrete pillbox. At that time you could still get
into them through a steel door at the back and peer out over the water through
the rectangular gun openings. I went to put on my costume again before climbing
the seawall but Ray said not to bother. There was no one around. The place was a
small island but when in the storms of 1953, the seawalls were breached, The one
family that lived there moved out. The breaches were never repaired and at high
tide water still flowed on to the lower parts of the island itself. However, the
area just inside the old seawalls was higher and never flooded.

We went inside the pillbox where it was cool and he grabbed my cock and pulled
me to him. Putting my cock on top of his, he squeezed the two together and
started wanking them both at the same time. It was a novel experience and not an
unpleasant one. "Say when you're ready to spurt," he said, "I want to make sure
I get my cock and balls covered with it and I will do the same for you." I came
first and he directed my cock to spray over his and then continued to wank his
until his spunk covered mine. "Well suck each other clean later," he instructed
me. In the warmth the stuff soon dried.

We kept naked like naturists while we pitched our tent and got the Primus stove
going to cook our meal. At every conceivable opportunity, Ray felt my prick and
arse. I have to admit I quite enjoyed it. We were on a island with access only
from the river so we weren't afraid of being seen. While we ate he asked if I'd
had a cock up my arse before and I said no. "I hope you won't mind trying it
this week," he said, "It will make this trip so much nicer. It might hurt for
the first few times but you quickly get used to it." I said I didn't want to
become a queer but he asked by way of reply, "If you haven't tried it, how do
you know?" He was bigger than I was so he got his way but I was by no means
unreluctant to try it. We went inside the tent and played with our cocks and
then he leaned over and kissed me. I was quite shocked but he held me and kissed
again. If I had any doubt before about his being a queer, they were certainly
dispelled at that moment. "They cane you at your school?" he asked suddenly. I
said they did but not too often. "I wish they did at mine," he went on, "I would
love to see a boy get a proper caning on the bare arse."

"They don't do it on the bare arse and not in front of the class," I laughed at
him, "And I doubt once you felt the first stroke you wouldn't want more."

"I bet I would," Ray replied, "I often get a belting on the bare bum from Dad
before he...." He then stopped and I quickly worked out where Ray got his queer
ideas. "I bet my arse can take more than yours," he added. One thing led to
another and in the end we wagered that if his arse could take more strokes of
the sail batten, I would allow him to fuck my arse whenever he wished and it was
safe to do so. If I won I would punish his bum whenever I felt like it. We got
the sail batten from the boat."

"What's a sail batten?" Margaret interrupted.

"A slat of wood that goes in narrow pockets in a boat's sail to stop the canvas
from crinkling. We used it because we didn't have a cane. The one we had was
made from American rock elm, he told me, a tough flexible wood and was about
three feet long and a couple of inches wide and quite thin. Rather like a stiff
belt and it would hurt about as much. I lost toss and laid down flat down on the
grass first. Ray started laying it on hard and I called enough after fourteen
hits. In a way I didn't see the sense of it. If I lost I would only have to
experience getting my arse fucked, something one part of my mind wanted anyway
but another part was repelled at the thought of being labelled a queer. My
partner had more to lose. He really wanted to get his cock in me. I suppose if
we had done it now we would have given each other six at a time but then we
weren't to know. I laid the batten solidly across his arse and was pleased to
see how the broad stripes coloured up and there was a good 'whack' each time the
batten landed. However much he groaned and yelled he stuck it out until he'd had
fifteen. He'd won. We both rubbed our bottoms for a bit and then went inside the
tent.

Our tent was of the old white canvas ridge type intended for a family and could
sleep six although there were no partitions. The warming of our bums had given
both of us erections. Once inside Ray again kissed me on the mouth. When he
released me I was made to bend with my arse well up in the air while he knelt
and examined and fingered my hole. "Oh lovely," he said, "Nice and tight. It
will hurt a bit for the first few times but nothing like the batten did. By the
end of the week you'll be able to take my cock easily." He unwrapped our butter
and spread a little around my hole and tried to work some in. I was still very
unsure about all this but even then, as I had agreed, I was honour bound to
allow him to do it. When his prick did start to push its way in, I dutifully
tried to open myself but involuntarily my muscles clamped down. However Ray
eventually gained a full entrance and started fucking my arse with some vigour.
I was surprised then that my cock became more and more stimulated and leaked
pre-cum before Ray had ejaculated his load into my bowels. Of course, at fifteen
I didn't know anything about my prostate and how a cock or finger in the rectum
could stimulate it.

"Your turn now," he ordered and bent down for me. I noticed he winced when he
pulled his bum cheeks apart to give me better access. "You won't need any
butter. I have to take a bigger cock than yours at..." He broke off realising he
had once more said too much but I could guess whose cock he had. There was only
one other man in his household, his father.

I left that be for the time being and pushed my cock into his hole and sure
enough it went in quite easily and I very much enjoyed the sensation until I
shot my load into him. "Lie down Jeremy," he said when I withdrew, "You can't
say you didn't enjoy that." When I nodded agreement, he went on, "On this
holiday, whenever you get a hard-on you must tell me and I will decide whether I
want it in my bum or want to suck it. I will do the same for you. I guess we'll
get hard at least six times each day. Second thing, you are never to wash your
cock. I will suck and lick it clean and you will do the same for me. Anyone
breaking rules gets another dose of the sail batten or the end of a rope if the
batten is in use. Agreed." I was young and foolish enough to agree. Ray then lay
down alongside me and started sucking my sticky cock that had just come out of
his hole. I demurred at doing the same to his sticky cock, knowing it had been
inside my bowels. Ray demanded I take another six with the sail batten and
forcibly held me down while he applied them. Afterwards he again presented me
with his cock and this time I cleaned it.

Later that evening he took my bum again and I had his. My arse took it easier
the second time although it was still tender from his previous attention. As we
lay side by side in the aftermath of the sex I asked him about what his father
did to him. At first he was reluctant to say anything but then gave me quite a
detailed account.

When Ray was fourteen, his father caught him wanking in the bedroom. He has no
mother and the maid had gone home so they were alone in the house. His father
went up to Ray and gently took over the masturbation. "Tell me when you are
about to come," his father had said, "We don't want to mess the bed linen." When
he was ready the father put his mouth over his son's prick and sucked it off.
Ray liked what was done to him and readily complied when his father suggested he
should come to him anytime during the day or night when they were alone to
relieve himself of an erection. That same night, his father had just gone to bed
when Ray went in naked and showed his hard cock. His father slept without
pyjamas too so when he got on top of the bed his hard cock was visible to the
boy. "Keep rubbing yours Ray and it will grow as big as mine," his father said.
They wanked and sucked each other and slept in the same bed. His father treated
him kindly and Ray fucked his father's arse for some time before the father
reciprocated. By then the boy had introduced and number of smaller things into
his hole in readiness for his father's larger prick. At some point spanking was
introduced into the play and sometimes in the holidays they each gave each other
harder punishments with the strap. I knew Ray thought the world of his father.

As the holiday progressed I got more and more used to taking Ray's cock and we
did some pretty outlandish things. We slept head to tail between blankets for
there weren't sleeping bags then or at least not generally available and we had
to have a prick in our mouths like a dummy. In the morning when we go up to pee
one would lie in the grass and the other pissed over his cock and balls.

After we got back and I returned home, I went back to school and heard boys
talking in disgusting terms about queers but I wondered if they really knew.
Soon after I found a girlfriend and thereafter boy sex was largely forgotten.

So there you have it Margaret. Your lesbian experience didn't turn out to be too
enjoyable whereas queer boy ones did, unless I am remembering it through rose
tinted glasses. I'm sure same sex sex can be very enjoyable if the people like
each other but like Josiah, I still much prefer a woman's cunt to a man's arse."



Chapter 19. Martha's new life

May 29th 1831

'It is six weeks since I last wrote in this journal and I have caught up with
all the main events that has gone on since my arrival. Much has happened since I
last penned any words here. Martha has left and is now married. I miss her. She
was a fun thing in bed but I wish her well. She married a shipping trader in
town who had been to one or two of our Saturday entertainments with the squire
and taken Martha to bed and obviously liked her performance. Still it was with
some surprise I received and read his calling card one Wednesday morning. Wm.
Forsdyke, Shipping and forwarding agent.

"I'm now a widower," he told me after the usual preliminaries and need a woman
to keep me company and to control my two daughters who since their mother died
some nine months ago have become arrogant and profligate in their spending. I am
at the Quay too much to keep the check on them I should and haven't much time
for the social events where I might find a wife. In any case, the eligible women
there are seem mostly to be on the look out for a man solely for their money." I
had to agree with him. "I've been to two events here and know you like to pass
on the ladies in your keeping in return for a small monetary consideration to
compensate you for your loss." I thought he would want a lady nearer his own age
which I guessed about mid to late thirties so I was much taken aback when he
enquired of Martha. I remembered he'd paid to spend a night with her but didn't
think he had any special feelings for her other than to stuff her cunnie. I also
remembered she'd told me afterwards he'd liked his arse spanked hard and she had
to do this before he rogered her.

"Martha will be a considerable loss to us," I pointed out, "She's one of the
younger ones and is a good worker and brings in a considerable sum at the
Saturday events. Any monetary consideration would need to take care of that
loss." I started my bargaining. Price was not the only thing I thought of. She
was good in bed and I had become very fond of her and wanted her to find someone
that would be kind to her. I wasn't sure of William Forsdyke and his real
motives. I guessed him to be a wealthy man who lived quite well but not
ostentatiously. With the age difference and his having two daughters almost as
old as Martha, I wondered if she wouldn't just be a drudge to get his meals and
satisfy his lust. "Would you mind if I asked one of the ladies to walk around
the grounds with you for a little? I will consult with Martha and if she's
agreeable we can negotiate a price."

Martha wasn't concerned about his age, "After all," she said cheekily, "I'm
living here with you!" The daughters were another matter. Much depended on the
authority she was given to chastise them. We discussed this and other related
problems until Mr. Forsdyke returned and we could put our reservations to him.
At the end of a long talking and bargaining session, we agreed Martha should go
on loan for two weeks. During those two weeks she was to act as his wife and
have the same authority. At the end of that time she would return and stay here
either until someone more suitable came along or Mr. Forsdyke married her.

"How did you get on?" I asked when she returned.

"Very well Sir," she replied. "Unless he changes his mind, we will be married in
three weeks time."

"You got on alright with him then?"

"Oh yes, once I found out how he liked it. When I spent the night with him here
I just had to spank him before he got it up enough to poke me. At his place he
had a special strap he called a teaser. A sort of belt with the end split into
three fingers, each nearly an inch wide. It was quite soft and I guessed it was
just to titillate to get an erection, indeed without being spanked on the arse
he had difficulty in performing. He used it on me a few times and it stung but
didn't really hurt. Just warmed the arse nicely. Nothing like Alice's strap or
the birch.

When he was ready for bed or rogering, we'd undress and he would lie over the
end of the bed and I'd lay the teaser smartly on his bum. I'd hold his prick in
one hand and with the other, lay each stroke in quick succession so he didn't
really feel the pain before the next hit. He'd take about twenty hits before I
would feel his prick stiffen in my hand and perhaps half a dozen more before it
was hard enough to use. Then it was in and bang bang until he came. At first he
didn't do more than that but by the end of the first week I had persuaded him to
slow down and enjoy it more and make me enjoy it too. His prick isn't as big as
yours Sir, but he can use it nicely when he wants."

"Any trouble with the daughters?" I asked.

"Oh yes there was at first but I got William to tell Sarah the cook and Pru the
housekeeper, they were to help me if I needed to restrain one or other of the
girls for punishment. Even after only a few hours there, I could see they were
in sore need of some discipline. At dinner that first evening they were less
than polite to me and even to their father they were rude and arrogant. "Why
don't you punish them?" I asked him in bed on our first night. "I don't think it
is right for a man to discipline his nearly grown up daughters in the way they
need to be. I don't expect you will have any such qualms and I will not chastise
you if I come home one evening to find they cannot sit for that day or the next
few. Remember I have seen the birchings Winsberly deals out at the Workhouse,"
he answered. "As long as they are not marked for life, you can punish them hard.
They need it to be sure."

Next morning after Will had given Sarah and Pru their instructions to help me
and he'd had left for the quay, I went into their room and ordered them out of
bed and to get themselves and their room cleaned up. "Sod off slut!" Rachael
yelled at me in a most unladylike way. I ripped the bed covers off them and was
not surprised to find each of the girl's nightgowns were raised and each had
their hands in the others quim. I decided to be like Alice and not raise my
voice but to try and sound authoritative. "So, I'm the slut am I? It looks like
there are two others as well. Now get up and clean yourselves and this room."

"You heard Rachael, Sod off. You're only here for a few days to warm father's
bed and then he'll find someone better," Elizabeth shouted as she pulled the
covers up again.

"I'll be up again in five minutes and if you are not up and starting to get
ready by then you are in trouble girls." Again I kept my voice down which they
may have mistaken for weakness but it wasn't for long. When I next entered the
room I was followed discreetly by Sarah and Pru and Briggs the gardener
handyman. Both Sarah and Pru are big women and not to be trifled with. Both had
not only been on the sharp end of the girl's tongues but had received punishment
from William for alleged offences against them. Both were keen to see them get
their just desserts. Briggs carried the staff punishment chair. This is a heavy
solid oak chair with a low upright back, the top of which is hollowed downwards
to fit a persons belly. On the all four legs are leather straps, which are
fastened around the person's wrists and legs so once they were bent over the
back and fastened, they couldn't move. You might like to get one Sir. It was
very convenient for general spanking with strap or cane or whatever, Sir."

"Sounds as if I might need one if you get to stay here Martha," I teased but she
ignored it and went on.

"The second time I pulled their bed clothes right off on to the floor, Rachael
swore at me like a docker, until she saw Sarah and Pru. "Well, well," I said,
"Where do young ladies learn language like that? I would have thought the
daughters of a gentleman would have a more refined choice of words. Maybe in a
short while we'll hear more words from your colourful dictionary." I asked
Briggs to put the chair in the middle of the floor, which provoked another hail
of abuse at a man being in their bedroom when all they had to cover them was
their nightgowns. They also knew what the chair was for as they had caused most
of the staff to be punished in it on many occasions. "Stand in the doorway
Briggs," I ordered, "Don't let either of them pass until I say so." From the
folds of my dress I produced the cane I brought from downstairs and pointed it
at Rachael. "Bend over the chair girl." Rachael was the older of the two, nearly
sixteen and only two years younger than me. As I guessed she refused. I nodded
to the two older women and they grabbed the girl and although she struggled and
screamed, she was no match for them. As the got her to the chair I fastened her
ankles and between us we removed the one piece of clothing she had on and
strapped her wrists. Briggs eyes almost popped out at the sight of the young
girl's tits as they hung down, Sir but that didn't stop him from catching hold
of Elizabeth when she tried to escape. I used a curtain tie cord to tie her
wrists to a bedpost. She wouldn't get away again. Both girls still tried to
abuse me until I gagged them with scarves."

"They we not best pleased with you by then?" I laughed at Martha.

"No, that's for sure. Given half a chance I would have been dead. Once more I
did something Alice does here. I kept them waiting. I paced the room swinging
the cane every now and again, allowing it to rest on Rachael's bum for a few
moments or on Elizabeth's thighs. Then I made an Alice speech."

"Seems to me you learned a lot from the way Alice runs this place," I said.

"That's true, Sir. I spoke slowly and clearly but quietly. "Girls," I said, "I
may be here for just two weeks or it may be for the rest of my life. Whichever
it is, you are going to be doing exactly as you are told. As far as you are
concerned, while I am here I am your mother and I will treat you like children
and if you err from what I believe is right, then your bums will feel the strap
or like today, the cane. As you rightly pointed out, I have come from the
Workhouse and I'm proud of the fact. I know what it is like to be strapped,
caned and birched for my wrong doings. I know exactly how it feels when the cane
first bites into the tender flesh of your bottom. The searing fire line that
spreads and before it has gone far, is joined by another and another and yet
more until you think you will pass out. But you don't. The pain is there. A
terrible pain. Yes, I know what you will go through and I have no doubt those
watching will know too. As you again rightly said, I am here for two weeks to
start with. Let me assure you, that by the end of that time, you will just be
able to sit comfortably again. Unless that is, your misbehaviour warrants
another application of the rod. Is that clear girls?" Neither of the girls moved
so I repeated the question and swished the cane noisily through the air. Both
girls nodded.

Moving Elizabeth to a position where she could see her sister's bottom, I laid
on a hard stroke. Rachael jerked but could not cry out. I waited and gave her
another. Again I waited. "Rachael, I know it is worse being gagged during a
caning. I'm going to remove yours now before I continue. You may cry and scream
but it you start to abuse me with your tongue I will replace the scarf and give
you extra strokes of the cane." I repeated what I said to make sure she
understood. She cried out and then did a tremendous yell when I gave her the
next. By the sixth, she was pleading for me to stop and promising to behave and
do as I said but I went on and gave her a baker's dozen. By then she was a
sobbing, crying wreck. A dozen with the cane is bad enough for us but for a girl
who had never been smacked before, it was pretty gruesome. She wouldn't be
crossing me again in a hurry. Sarah and Pru released her and laid her face down
on the bed. We didn't bother to tie her.

Elizabeth cringed in fear when we untied her hands and ordered her to the chair.
She seemed too frightened to move and had to be dragged to the chair. In
fairness I gave her the same treatment as her older sister but perhaps didn't
lay it on quite as hard. The result was the same. Two naked blubbering girls lay
side by side on the bed. Briggs I noticed had a large protrusion in the front of
his breeches but I wasn't about to be disloyal to William on my first day.
Before I left, I ordered the girls to remain exactly where they were, "If you
move so much as an inch before I come back, I'll repeat the caning across your
front." I knew they believed I would.

Fortunately cook kept some of the patent Gran. Mabel cream you have Sir so after
leaving the girls for a quarter of an hour I went back to them. They hadn't
moved. They stared pleading and renewed their sobbing and yelling. "Silence," I
snapped. "You had your well deserved punishment for your behaviour to me and for
some of the ill things you did before I arrived. The cane has wiped that slate
clean but any wrong doings in the future will be dealt with in like manner. As
the punishment is finished I do not wish to prolong the pain any more than
necessary but unfortunately it will be a long while before it goes. This cream,
as I know from personal experience, will help to ease it and perhaps make it a
little more bearable. I shall put it on this first time but I will be as gentle
as I can. At lunchtime, you may put it on each other. However, by that time you
will have washed and put on a light dress. You may help each other and you won't
get into trouble with me if you play a little with your cunnies and titties. I
do know that seems to help. By afternoon teatime, I shall expect to see some
order return to this room. You will not want to move about, but it will help if
you do. You must and I repeat, must, clear this place up. By dinnertime you will
dress properly for your father's return. You will eat with us but I will ask for
extra cushions on your chairs." Again I made doubly clear to them what they had
to do. I heard them complaining loudly to each other when I closed the door.

When Sarah took in their lunch, I followed. They were still both on the bed but
their crying had died down. I knew they wouldn't want much to eat but insisted
they had a bowl of soup. I told them they were free to move around the room and
that Sarah or Pru would bring the cream when they collected the bowls. I
reminded them of the clearing they had to do in the three hours that were left
before tea. Again I heard them complaining when I left the room but it quietened
when I opened the door again and ordered less noise.

Following Sarah when she took the tea tray in, I noticed the place was much
tidier than earlier. There were still items of clothing not put away. "You have
made a feeble start," I said to them in front of Sarah, "If you don't want a
taste of this strap you had better get this room clear and tidy when I return in
one hour or..." I slapped my strap hard on a cushion.

"We're telling father when he gets in," Elizabeth remarked, "He'll throw you
out."

"I wouldn't count on it girls," I laughed. "I will certainly be there when you
do." I think my coolness unnerved them a bit because they started sobbing again.
Sarah and I left. Half an hour later Sarah told me when she collected the tray,
they had started to clear more stuff away. I didn't appear overly satisfied with
their efforts but told them to dress ready for dinner and suggested light, loose
dresses. "Be in the drawing room at six," I told them. Ten past six and they
still hadn't arrived down. I sent Harry the boot boy up. As instructed he
knocked and walked straight in. Neither girl had anything much on which caused
some consternation to the boy as well as the girls but he gave them my message.
"Mistress Martha says for you to be down in five minutes. You are late already.
If you are not down by then she is coming up to encourage you." From downstairs
I heard them shouting for Harry to get out.

Six minutes later, I was about to go up with my strap when their door opened and
they came down. They were dressed but hadn't spent too much time on their hair
and faces. Redness and moisture showed around their eyes but was overshadowed by
the hate within the eyes themselves. "Ah there you are girls. Please wait in the
drawing room while I have a look at your room." It was much tidier although I
could have found fault had I wanted. "Well, that's an improvement," I said when
I returned to them. "It's a nice evening, so shall we walk in the garden until
your father arrives?"

"It hurts to walk," pleaded Rachael.

"It will ease after a few yards, and it will hurt to sit so we'll walk." Slowly
I took them into the garden. We met Briggs and I had a few words with him and
suggested he might like to give us a guided tour. The girls blushed deep red
when he looked at them. Briggs showed us round and named the flowers and plants
which I found very interesting but the girls just followed more or less silently
behind, Only giving little groans every now and again when their stumbling steps
aggravated their bum muscles."

"I'll wager you acted as though you already owned the place Martha," I
suggested.

"You're right Sir, I very much enjoyed playing mistress of the house and lording
it over those two snooty little girls but I still wasn't too sure how Mr.
William would react when the girls levelled their complaints at him. I knew what
he had said, but when faced with his own daughters having been caned he might
change his mind. I needn't have worried.

Elizabeth started the complaints as soon as William entered the dining room but
he silenced her saying, "If you have anything to say about the way Martha has
treated you, I will hear it after dinner is over. Now sit down quietly. I see
she has thoughtfully provided extra padding for your seats so be grateful for
that." The girls looked daggers at me and Rachael started to say something but
William silenced her. Throughout dinner we talked quietly about the weather and
what he had done that day. One of his ships had just arrived in, which is why he
was a little later than usual. Then we had coffee. Real coffee Sir, not the
stuff from dandelion roots. This came from a place called Africa. One of his
ships brought it. It was lovely Sir."

I knew Martha's conception of geography was limited to the town on one side and
Bromton on the other, a distance of no more than twenty miles. London was some
place outside this world. Likewise Africa was probably a town that could only be
reached by ship. "You're getting into society ways now Martha." I said to her,
"We won't be good enough for you soon."

"Oh, I shan't forget my life here Sir," she replied and then continued her tale.
"William took his brandy into the drawing room afterwards and we all followed.
Rachael asked for the girls to talk to him alone but he refused saying, "I know
Martha caned you this morning so you can say what you wish to in front of her. I
know I can also verify the story from the staff who witnessed it. First show me
what she did to you girls."

"You don't mean you want to see our...?" stuttered Elizabeth.

"Yes, I want to see your bottoms. Only then can I judge how badly you were
treated." After a pause when the two looked at each other, trying to gauge their
sister's feelings, both girls turned and lifted the hem of their dresses.
Neither wore bloomers to lessen the chafe on their bottoms. "What about the
other side. Did you get your fronts caned too?" William asked. The girls were
very shocked at this suggestion. "I know at the Workhouse the ladies get whipped
front and back. Isn't that so Martha?"

"Yes it is, Sir," I agreed, "Sometimes it is all for the same punishment. At
others it is when we've earned another and our bottoms are still not recovered
enough to take the whip there."

"Now daughters of mine, tell me why you were punished and I will judge if Martha
has been unduly severe." They made it sound as though I had just entered the
room and thrashed them for no reason. William bade me be quiet while they told
their story and after gave me chance to tell mine. "So Martha we have my
daughters saying a very different story to you. Two against one." For a moment I
thought he was going to side with them but before I could utter a word he got up
and rang the bell. Pru came in and he asked for her version, which was most like
mine. "Two against two now. Do you wish to change your story girls?" Still they
didn't. William asked for Sarah and she again confirmed mine. "Do I have to send
for Briggs, daughters?" They shook their heads. "So Martha is telling the
truth?" The girls nodded, yes. "So, not only did you deserve the punishment, you
lied to me about it. You, I guess, are annoyed I have invited her to come and
live with me. Well for your information, she is staying. One of the reasons I
asked her here was to take over from your mother and lie with me in bed. Another
was to do what your mother should have done, and which I also seem to be unable
to do, and that is to take some of the spoiled untouchable nature out of you.
She chastised you for your behaviour to her. I am now ordering her to do it
again, in any way she wishes, to punish you for lying to me. I will also come
and inspect your room and see that you did what she asked of you and to see if
it was done in a proper and satisfactorily manner."

"Both girls were horrified at being ordered to be punished again. I knew they
expected to be caned over the stripes they already had but I had other ideas. We
all trouped up to their room and outwardly it was fairly tidy. Certainly it was
much better than it had been. William opened the top drawer of their chest and
we saw all their clothing had been stuffed in any old how. To my surprise he
emptied it on the floor and added to the pile with every drawer he opened. I
could see the frustration of many months of tolerating their bad manners was all
coming out. The girls saw it too and were very frightened and were again
pleading for him to stop. Begging for forgiveness and promising to be good girls
in future, they even said sorry for being nasty to me. I knew better than to let
them off. Had I done so they would have gotten away with it in the future.
William opened their wardrobes and while these were a little tidier, he still
dumped everything on the pile. "In the morning, immediately after breakfast, you
will sort this heap out. Some of the stuff you have long since grown out of,
some you've never worn. Clear out at least half of this and ask Briggs for a
potato sack to put it in. I will donate it to the Workhouse. I'm sure some of
the women there would make better use of it, eh Martha?" I of course agreed.

"Rachael, Elizabeth, listen carefully both of you. And stop whining!" William
shouted at them angrily. It appears to me you only half did what you were told
to do so I am going to suggest to Martha that she has only half punished you.
Martha, you will carry out the other half of the whipping immediately. Girls, by
lunchtime tomorrow I want this heap reduced by half. One half will be put away
tidily the other in the sack. Martha will inspect them. I am sure she will know
what to do if you haven't fulfilled my order properly. Now I will leave her to
inflict such pain as is necessary for you to understand and fully comply with my
wishes." With that he stalked out of the room shouting, "Get Briggs or the
houseboy to help you if they resist Martha. Leave the door open so the staff can
hear them squeal." I knew also he wanted to hear them."

"Sorry girls, you heard what your father said. You tried to cheat on me and it's
back fired. Take your dresses off and lie on the bed." Both started begging and
I thought Rachael was going to refuse so I started for the door as if to shout
for assistance."

"Please Miss Martha," Elizabeth for once really looked contrite, "Please Miss,
don't hit us any more. Our bodies cannot stand it. We'll die."

"I almost felt sorry for her but as I was told at the orphanage and here, it was
for their good in the long run so I would carry out the whipping but not in the
way they expected. "Undress," I ordered again and this time they did. I arranged
them side by side on the bed but facing opposite ends, The crotch of each was
level with the breasts of the other. Next I bound Rachael's ankles to
Elizabeth's wrists. Likewise with the other pair of ankles and wrists. I
fastened both sets of bindings to the bedposts. The pair lay stretched out, the
pain in the bums forgotten as their young titties and bushy pubic triangles
pointed to the ceiling. By now they guessed where the lash would fall except
they feared it was to be the cane again and were crying and sobbing. I left them
to see what other instruments for the punishment of servants were available. I
returned with the leather reins from a horse. At some point the reins had broken
and the fittings removed for use on the new one. The remaining strap was some
ten feet long and about an inch wide, like the reins on most horse carriages
Sir. It had been stored with the other punishment stuff ready to make a new
light strap or something, Sarah said. I doubled the strap and, with Pru's help,
bound the loop for about a foot with twine to make a handle. For a few minutes I
practiced swinging it on a low stool imagining it to be one of their bums. It
landed with a resounding CRACK!, partly from the impact and partly from the two
parts slapping together. It's something you might want to try Sir. Makes a lot
of noise, hurts a lot but doesn't mark too badly."

"I might want to try it on you, you little minx," I said but she just pouted.

As soon as I entered their bedroom, I cracked my new whip. Even as I went in
they looked at me with fear and when they saw and heard the whip they shrieked
like banshees from hell. I didn't keep them waiting long but went straight to
the bedside and lashed across Elizabeth's breasts and Rachael's crotch. With
each stroke I worked along their bodies until the lash reached Rachael's
titties. I gave them a minute or so rest and then started again from the other
side of the bed. Their screams could be heard throughout the house and probably
into the next village. If it is one thing they did have in their favour, it was
good lungs. As I started from the second side of the bed I noticed William
looking in the door and when I finished I beckoned him in. "Do you think this is
sufficient Sir?" I asked and he seemed to think it was. I also noticed the
protrusion in his nightshirt and took him back to our bedroom to make use of his
erection. Seeing his daughters whipped had aroused him, which was most unusual.
He performed well and I came loudly and so did he."

"When he dozed off after his exertions, I went back to the girls without
bothering to put anything on. They renewed their screaming until I ordered
silence. Even then they continued sobbing. I got their flannels from the
washstand and wet them. While I had my back to them, they must have seen the
stripes across my back and bum from the last birching you gave me. They were
pretty tender still and showed up quite blue and purple. That shocked them.
"Will our bodies look like your back?" Elizabeth asked through her tears."

"Something like I guess," I replied which started them wailing again. "These
marks are from the birch rod and are finer and deeper than those I have just
given you. Your bottoms will be pretty much the same colour come the morning."
After laying the cold wet cloths on them for a while, I untied them. "Girls, I
know you like playing with each other's bodies. It doesn't worry me in the least
that you do so. I've seen and done it myself with girls at the orphanage and
workhouse. If it helps you get over the pain a little, do it. I'll have Sarah or
Pru bring you the cream and some larger wet towels so you can treat each other.
I don't expect you will sleep too well but if you disturb others, expect to pay
the price for it. You understand me?" They did. Breakfast is at eight o'clock. I
will ask Sarah to arrange a call for you at 7.30. You will put on a light dress
and attend breakfast at the large table in the kitchen like the rest of us do
when your father isn't here. Afterwards I will see if your bodies need any
further treatment with cream and then you can make a start on sorting your
clothes and clearing this room."

"So it was I got control of them and while they hated me, they did what they
were told. By the end of the fortnight we had a sort of truce. I didn't whip
them any more and condoned, even helped them with their girl to girl loving.
However, I made really sure they knew I would have them caned of whipped again
if it was necessary. Rachael did try it on with Briggs when he brought some
produce into the kitchen.

"Do you have to come in here in your dirty clothes when ladies are present?" she
said to him thinking I was in another room. Unfortunately I was just returning."

"Bend over the table Rachael," I ordered in my sharpest voice.

"I'm sorry Miss. I didn't mean anything by it."

"Bend over or do I have to ask for help and get the cane Rachael?" That put the
fear of God into her Sir. Her stripes were still very tender and sitting was
still not comfortable. She bent over. "Your may lift her skirt Briggs and give
her bottom a dozen hard smacks." He didn't need any further telling. Rachael
lifted up as the first spank found its mark but without being told, Pru and
Sarah held her. Elizabeth watched alarmed. Both girls had started wearing
bloomers again so Briggs didn't see anything much but he told me afterwards how
much he appreciated tanning the snotty girls arse."

"I think that's about it Sir. Much of the daytime the Master was at the Quay but
twice he stayed home all day when he didn't have a ship in port and of course on
Sundays we went to church. Several times in the first week I had to show him how
the girl's stripes were faring and afterwards, when I had warmed his bum a
little, we fucked hard for a goodly while before blowing out the candle."

"Do you think he will come back for you Martha?"

"I think so, unless the girls turn him against me while I am here."

A week later, William Forsdyke came and expressed his intentions of marrying
Martha and said he had arranged for the ceremony to be performed by the Reverend
Jenkins on Saturday week in the local church. As I remarked I was both pleased
and saddened to lose her but I did make sure I had my fill of her delightful
cunnie before she finally left.

"Well, at least one or two of them seemed to have worked her way out of this
workhouse," Margaret remarked as she and Jeremy read through the latest passage.
"I wonder if I will ever do that?"

"There are very few people in this world rich enough to pay the price I would
ask for you Margaret!" Jeremy's reply pleased his companion. She leaned over and
kissed him and they cuddled together until the spell was broken by, "Up you get
now. Time to start dinner."



Chapter 20. The life of the Twins

July 3rd 1831

'Once again some weeks have elapsed since I last found time to write this
journal and in that time a little has changed. The workhouse is now looking
smarter with most of the inside walls freshly lime washed and the wood given two
coats of dark green [paint] which I prefer to the more sombre brown. The ladies
have now gotten into my ways and there is less need for punishment. I pointed
this out to Squire and he suggested we have the Saturday entertainments in turn
at Grange Manor, Pembridge Hall, the home of Lord Parham and the Workhouse. Any
girls for punishment are taken to the venue and the discipline applied by
Higgins if at the Manor, Wallace at the Hall and myself at the Workhouse. Thus
we all get to see a better variety of female flesh receiving the lash and I am
not forced to add girls to the punishment list just to ensure enough are
available for the entertainment. However that has reduced our income but usually
I take some of the girls to the other places to assist with pleasing the guests
and earn a pound or two that way.

Nonetheless I was surprised when his Lordship requested I bring the twins along
the second time we met at the hall. I knew he had seen them when I gave them
both four strokes of the birch on a Saturday but it was a married couple that
took them to bed that night. Several men wanted Jane but I had insisted the pair
performed together. That way I at least had some revenue from the boy. I had
thought the couple came at the squire's behest but in fact it was Lord Parham
that invited them and it was only later I learned the man was a construction
engineer involved in the design and building of the new Town Hall in North
Henley. He and the company he owned, have a number of other large public
buildings to his credit, which have made him a wealthy man if not an aristocrat.
He was still a tradesman at his roots. Down to earth and likable. Not
pretentious.

I also took Henrietta along as I had given her three chalks marks for wrongly
cutting and wasting some dressmaking material. It was a simple, understandable
mistake but she'd only had the birch once since I arrived and I thought it time
she had a reminder and it would make her a little more careful in future.

After Wallace had well warmed her bum and she'd been taken to a bedroom by a
middle aged man, Lord Parham came to me and formally introduced Frederick Cooper
and his wife Rose, the couple who had taken the twins at the Workhouse. We
talked while the next act was being set up and then Frederick asked to have a
private conversation with me concerning the twins, before the end of the
evening. We sat and watched as two of his Lordships maids were fastened together
tit to tit. Their hands were then made to grip a bar and were tied to it. This
bar was raised aloft until their feet were clear of the floor and their bodies
free to swing. Both were young, no more than sixteen at a guess. Lady Parham
seemed to take a special interest in the pair and I later learned she was he
cause of them being there. She had caught his Lordship rogering the pair. That
in itself wasn't the problem, she knew he had all the maids and frequently
watched his performances. This time both girls knelt side by side, bums in the
air while my Lord rammed his prick a few strokes in one and then a few strokes
in the other until he shot his seed and collapsed on the bed.

Watching this had made M'lady horny so she ordered the girls to service her
husband with their mouths until he was hard enough to do his marital duty to
her. My Lord's prick was not cooperative and lay exhausted between his legs. She
ordered the whipping. Maids were not allowed to deprive her of being fucked by
her husband's prick when she wanted it even though they'd had no choice in the
matter.

Wallace and another man, each with a light, many thonged whip, took positions
either side of the two hanging girls. Lady Parham started the pair swinging by
giving a hard right hand slap to the arse of one and a left-hand swipe to the
other. "Warm them well men. I will say when to stop," she shouted as she stepped
back to watch. As each girl swung towards them, Wallace and his companion lashed
the white buttocks until they became fiery red and the girls were crying and
begging loudly for the whipping to stop. Only when M'lady deemed them sore
enough did she give the order. Two guests stepped forward and thrust their
pricks into the hanging girls and rogered them with great gusto. After they'd
completed their task, M'lady ordered the two whippers to take the girls in their
bottom holes before releasing them. My twins, I noticed were cleaning the spent
cocks of the two guests.

Shortly after, the whipping being the finale to the entertainment, some guests
began taking girls away to various rooms, and others retired to the drawing
room. Frederick and Rose took me into a corner and asked if they could have the
loan of the twins for a while. "Loan? How long? Why?" I asked, somewhat baffled
by the request. Frederick sent Rose to refill our tankards and when we were
again nicely settled began the tale.

"We have two children Josiah, a boy David, just turned sixteen and a girl Rosie
who we named after her mother and she's a year younger than her brother. About
six months ago, Bridget, their governess discovered them in bed together,
fucking away like only young teenagers can. She naturally reported it to us and
the three of us debated for a long while what to do. As you might guess from our
attendance at these meetings, neither Rose or I are at all prudish nor is
Bridget or her husband Frank who is one of our house staff. We regularly share
each others services, if you get my meaning." I did. "We didn't want to spoil
the children's fun but were not too keen on the incest side of it. You know all
the stories of deformed and mentally ill babies. I gave the pair a severe
lecture on what could happen and Rose gave Rosie advice on preventing pregnancy
because we didn't go so far as to ban them from doing it with each other. At
this stage we thought it was more experimenting with sex and they would grow out
of it. Bridget kindly took David to her bed several times but Rosie refused to
have anything to do with Frank. I then invited Jeffrey Parham over for a weekend
and gave one of the maids a shilling to spend the weekend with David. Both pairs
seemed to enjoy their time together and I hoped the false love our children
declared for each other was broken, but it seems it went the other way. Both had
learned new things they wanted to try with each other. Then I heard about your
twins and wondered how you dealt with the situation and if having them pair off
with my children might have a beneficial effect on both. What think you Josiah?"

I pointed out the twins were a rather different case. They had slept in the same
bed more or less since birth and separating them caused physical and mental
problems. "I heard they've had some rather traumatic experiences," Rose said.

"It's only with God's help, or rather the help of two or three women they are
actually alive at all," I pointed out and when Rose asked why, I gave them the
story.

"Jason and Gwendolyn gave me the outline of the sad lives of the twins and Alice
wormed more details from the twins themselves as they seemed reluctant to talk
as freely with me. I have confirmed as much as I can from the women and the
bailiff so I am pretty sure the information is as near correct as it can be.

Katie Smith, or at least that is what she called herself although no one
believes it is her true name, came to Pennydelset about fifteen years ago. She
was heavily pregnant and took up abode in the near derelict cottage that was
just past the forge. She only used the two downstairs rooms because of the way
the roof leaked. Katie liked her drink, in fact she drank far too much and spent
most of her money in The Swan and other pubs. Gin was her favourite tipple but
she could only afford the gut rotting cheapest. Even so there were not many
nights that she didn't fall into bed in a drunken stupor and this was probably
the cause of the twins being small when she gave birth to them. For a few
months, until the novelty wore thin, she looked after them reasonably well but
still drank heavily so her breast milk wasn't of the best. At that period she
was able to get seasonal work on the farms but when the twins were three or four
years old and her need for gin increased, she found it more profitable to go to
the quayside at Gippeswick and offer her body to the sailors. The young children
had to fend for themselves, sometimes for several days at a time. The baker's
wife, Hilda Todd found them one day, starving outside the back of the bakery
looking for scraps of bread in the bin and gave them half of an unsold loaf and
a meat pie that had been accidentally crushed and was unsaleable. The two shared
the food and immediately devoured it. After that the twins went to the bakery
regularly and Hilda tried to put things aside for them. Harry, her husband
wasn't too keen on feeding waifs but turned a blind eye to his wife doing so as
long as he didn't see it. When they grew a little, Hilda on Saturdays after the
shop closed early, gave them a broom to clean the bake house and took them into
the house for a proper meal afterwards. For a long while this was the only real
meal they had each week. Harry was persuaded it was payment for the work they
had done but wouldn't allow it more than on Saturdays.

As the children grew so Katie came home less frequently, usually no more than
once a week. Jane and Bobby soon learned to keep out of the way when their
mother came home drunk. Usually she was affable when she first arrived from town
and often gave them coppers to buy food. By the end of the day she'd had her
fill in one or other of the inns and would look for the money to buy more drink.
The children soon learned to hide it and themselves. One of the hiding places
was a side shed to Farmer Redman's barn. They used this until spotted by Rita
Redman. She knew about the plight of the twins but didn't wish to be seen
interfering. Giving them a couple of horse blankets she showed them the hayloft
where they might stay in greater comfort. "When you hear the bell for the
workers to come in for breakfast, you come on in too. Don't take no notice if
Fred goes on and gripes a bit. He'll bark but won't bite. I've got him by his
balls or at least my cooking's got him by the guts," she laughed. Although the
farm men laughed at the amount of food such a small pair could put away, they
never made any attempt to molest them and none ever told Katie.

School was another problem. In a small village school like this, everyone
noticed if a child was missing. Any child playing truant received a goodly dose
of the strap on their return. Due to their lifestyle the twins were often ill
and when their mother was around, had to hide away to escape her wrath. With no
one to back up their assertions of illness or the reasons for being away, Bobby
and Jane received more than their fair share of the strap. So much so that even
when they were so ill and shouldn't have been at school, they went in just to be
sent home. The teacher did not want them spreading their noxiousness to the
others. There was no money for medicines or the doctor so whatever they caught,
lasted longer than for most pupils. None of this was helped by their cold, damp
living conditions, the lack of warm food and poor physical condition.

When they were ten years old they almost lost their lives. It was November.
Weather was cold and damp with an unusually high rainfall for the month. First
Jane took sick with a cold and Bobby soon followed. This quickly turned to a
fever and the pair just lay coughing in bed together, alternately shivering and
sweating. Delirium set in. When they hadn't turned up for school for three days,
Teacher Hopkins went around to see where they were. Immediately he called out
old doctor Sedgton. The kindly doctor took one look at the pair, ordered them to
be wrapped in blankets and put in his carriage and drove them to the Nun's
Hospital at Tye Green. Even in their delirium they clasped each other so tightly
they couldn't be separated until the fever broke on the third day.

It was an elderly crotchety nun who decided it was sinful for a boy and a girl
to sleep in the same bed and put them in beds alongside each other. As soon as
she left they were in each other's arms again. The move angered the old nun and
she removed Jane to another room and locked her in. That night the screaming
from Booby and Jane was so bad none of the other patients had any sleep and when
Doctor Sedgton visited the next morning they complained to him. Bobby and Jane
were still keeping up their wailing and calling out for each other and the
doctor could see their condition was deteriorating. "Sister," he said to the old
nun who was still adamant in keeping the two apart, "Were they fornicating when
you saw them?"

"No, but they were in a lustful embrace. We cannot have this sort of thing in a
Christian hospital."

"Sister, that so called sinful embrace was part of their healing process. The
energy, a Christ's life giving essence, was flowing from one to the other and
they were getting better. This happens with twins. You can see for yourself how
they are slowly dying again now they are not joined. If you are a true
Christian, you will let Christ do his work in his way and not thwart it." It was
obvious the old nun didn't believe a word the doctor said but a younger one
butted in.

"Why don't we let the doctor have his way during the day when we can see what is
happening and at night put them in separate beds across the room from each
other. With the night candle they can see each other and know they are not far
apart."

"No!" The old nun rejected the suggestion out of hand. "All they need is a hard
spanking. That will kill their tantrums."

"Then they'll die, Sister. I cannot have that on my conscience," the younger one
stated and went off, returning with the Mother Superior. Much to the older one's
chagrin the Mother Superior allowed the suggestion. "These children are ten
years old and yet they have the bodies smaller and less developed than most
eight year olds. I cannot see any harm in allowing them to be together at this
time. I do know from personal experience of twins, they have a mental bond other
siblings do not have so for the time being I will allow them to hold each other
during the daytime but I do suggest they are apart at night as Sister Anne
suggests. Any news of their mother?" There wasn't for two more days. Sister Anne
brought Jane back to Bobby and after a very emotional reunion, she explained
they could only have this arrangement if they kept quiet through the night so
other patients who needed their rest could get it.

A bailiff was at Katie's door soon after she arrived. He issued a summons to
attend the Crown Court in Gippeswick two days thence on a charge of child
neglect and that was the last anyone from the village saw of her. The bailiff
traced her to the docks and reports suggested she went aboard a vessel sailing
for the Americas. She may well still be alive if she didn't fall drunkenly over
the side before she got there. When the twins recovered sufficiently they were
taken to the orphanage. There they became acquainted with the sexual activities
of the older boys and girls and started to practice them between themselves.
Gwen didn't concern herself too much. They were quiet and didn't disturb any of
the others. In fact for some months it was difficult to get more than one word
answers from them. As the girl didn't complain about her brother's attentions
and she hadn't started her monthlies so was unlikely to become pregnant, Jason
and Gwendolyn didn't even try to separate them. Indeed they thought it might
make the pair more receptive when they were big enough for them to have fun
with. When she thought Jane might start ovulating, she gave them both a stern
lecture and some practical instruction to avoid any baby problems.

Perhaps now you can see why your sibling situation is so different to theirs and
why I try and keep them together at all times," I concluded.

I could see tears in Rose's eyes when she spoke, "Josiah, I can see what you
mean. It's a very sad story and our children have had a most comfortable life
compared to them but I think we would still like to give it a try. What do you
say, Fred?"

"Yes, perhaps we could borrow them for two weeks to start with and bring them
back the Saturday after next when the entertainment is at the Squires and discus
it further in the light of what happens. That should give us a reasonable amount
of time to see what they are like and for them to see if our ways agree with
them. I gather neither are averse to fornicating with others as long as they not
separated. If they are so upset they do not wish to stay for the fortnight we'll
bring them to the Workhouse next Saturday. " So it was agreed.'

Margaret had tears in her eyes too as she read through the document.



Chapter 21. Back to school

Margaret returned to the keyboard. "Dinner's on so the old man can't complain.
It's stew so it will cook itself and I'll only have to give it a stir every now
and again. I do want to find out what happened. Poor kids. Lucky they didn't
die."

July 21st 1831

'Frederick and Rose wanted to keep the twins when we met again but I wanted to
hear from them first before deciding and as there was no spare time for me to
quiz them during the entertainment. In any case I knew Alice would do a far
better job at finding out what happened than I would. I suggested I keep them
until we met at Lord Parham's the next Saturday.

Rose was somewhat upset. "They've enjoyed themselves with our two and are
beginning to learn a little more schooling with Bridget," she pleaded but her
husband said I was only doing my job in looking after the twins' best interest.

"It will give the twins a chance to think about what they want to do. After what
they have been through, I don't want to force them into a situation they don't
like. I am sure Josiah will wish to take that into consideration too," Frederick
went on.

We didn't bother the twins with questions during the following day but I know
the other ladies did ask. As usual few got more than a few words from them
except for Sara and she spent most of the day in the church crypt 'doing
penance'. I decided to find out later what that involved. I know she came back
with a sore arse.

When I went to the bedroom later that evening, Alice was naked in our bed with
the twins, also unclothed, suckling contentedly on her breasts. Presently they
lay quiet and Alice hugged the pair close to her body and said quietly, "Time
now to tell Auntie Alice about your adventures with the Cooper's." Jane looked
briefly at me but Alice went on, "Don't worry about big bear daddy. He won't
interfere and we really do need to know before we decide if you want to go back
or stay here. I like cuddling you two little things but if I think you would
rather be with Rosie and David, then I will do all I can to help you be with
them." She gave them both another hug. Although I was impatient to hear what
they got up to, I allowed Alice to find out at her own pace. She would wheedle
the details from them almost without them knowing. The was silence for a minute
or two and then Alice asked, "Was it a nice house?"

"Oh yes," Jane answered, "it was beautiful. Big room and huge mirrors. Rosie's
room had one that went right to the floor and you could see all of yourself. All
at one go."

"I bet you looked at all the parts you don't normally see," laughed Alice.

"Yes and so did Bobby and the others."

"It's a big house, Alice," Bobby started talking, "Not as big as Lord Parham's
but 'bout as big as the orphanage but much nicer. Paintings on the walls with
gold frames. Soft chairs with fancy covers and lights and candles everywhere."

"And when we wanted anything we just rang a bell and a servant came and got it
for us."

Alice let them carry on talking about the house and the things in it for a bit
and then asked about the beds. "Did you have nice big beds?"

"Oooh yes," Jane giggled. "Soft feather mattresses and a canopy over the top.
You could snuggle right down in the softness and get lost."

"And you could snuggle down with each other!" Alice was now getting to the
details I wanted to know.

It was Jane that gave us these details. "David and Rosie have bedrooms with a
door that connects them so we could easily walk from one room to the other.
Rosie told me that was why they first started fucking each other. She saw David
peeking at her when she undressed at night and demanded David undressed for her
too. She's a forceful girl and usually gets her way. David's prick stuck out
when he took his breeches off so she played with it and he played with her. "We
knew what to do," Rosie said to me, "Because we'd seen Daddy and Mummy doing it
with Bridget and Frank. They didn't see us though." When Bridget caught them in
bed together, no one really minded although they had to listen to the usual
stuff about babies and things."

"The first night," Bobby piped up, "Rosie took me to her bed and David took
Jane. They left the door wide open and said we were free to move from one room
to the other but they wanted to try us out first. That seemed all right. Rosie
is a big girl, like Sara. Big titties, almost as big as yours Alice but sort of
harder. We were naked by then, having been looking in the big mirror at each
other. I knew my cock was smaller than David's but Rosie didn't seem to mind or
notice and we fucked twice before she dozed off. It was all so strange I
couldn't sleep. For a little while I heard Jane squealing as David did her and
then it went quiet. I waited and then went to Jane and slept with her and David.
David wasn't there when we woke but we could hear him and Rosie were at it so we
did the same and then found they had come in to watch."

"What was David like Jane?" Alice asked.

"Nice. Bigger prick than Bobby as he's said, not as big as Daddy here or the
other men that've had me. When Bridget came in to tell us to wash and get down
for breakfast, we were all in David's bed. She pulled the covers down and looked
at us. Rosie pulled her knees up to her chin so Bridget could see her cunnie and
Bridget kissed it, then she told me to do the same. When I did she kissed me and
then pushed her tongue right inside. It felt nice. Bridget was nice when she
wasn't being a schoolteacher. She sucked Bobby and David's cocks and then
ordered us up."

"As it was a Sunday we had breakfast in the dining room with the Cooper's," went
on Bobby "And then on to church. Not a Roman Catholic one like ours and Sara's
but easier to understand. Not so much Latin. We went out for a walk in the
afternoon and after dinner, Mr. and Mrs. Cooper took us to a room on our own and
asked us about our stay so far and wanted to know who we slept with the previous
night. When we told them they asked if we enjoyed ourselves with their children
and we said we did."

"Monday was a school day and that wasn't so good. Both of us had the slipper,"
Jane said. "Bridget, who seemed so nice to us the day before, was very strict in
the school room. Rosie had warned us to be careful. "Once we're in the room,
treat Miss Bridget like you would the strictest teacher you've ever had
otherwise your bums will be sore," she said to us just before we entered the
room. Miss Bridget, we had to call her miss in school, set the others an essay
to write and then gave us an english book and told us to read a page and then
answer the questions. Well you know how we don't read very well and at the time
we didn't know why. Neither of us could understand it but we pretended to write
words on the paper. Miss Bridget was very angry when she saw what we had done.
"I gave you a simple little task," she said, "And you sit there and play around.
I'll show you what happens when you fool around in my classroom, I don't have
lazy children here." Bobby muttered something about us having left school now,
which seemed to anger her more. She dragged us to the front and bent us both
over her desk. I thought, "It'll just be a few strokes with the slipper like
Rosie said," but it was hell. Our bums were bared for the others to see and then
she set to with fury and laid that slipper like about a hundred times until we
were sobbing and yelling so bad they must have heard it through the whole house.
The birching you gave us hurt but it was over quickly. The slippering just
seemed to go on for ever. Anyways, when it was over, she sent me into one corner
and Bobby to another but we just grabbed each other's hands and ran. We went
right through the house and out the back door, down the garden and into the
fields beyond. We hid behind a hedge."

Bobby took up the story. "We just hid there for a while until we heard voices.
One of the gardeners came. He'd seen us running and picked us both up. Our arses
were now stiff and too sore to run so we were taken back into the house and to
Miss Bridget. She was still angry and stripped our clothes off and had David and
Rosie hold us back down over the table. Again she lectured us about our
behaviour in class and how playing truant had only earned us more punishment.
This time is was the strap. She gave us a dozen on our already tender bums. As
you can guess, we were in a poor state by then and as soon as they released us
we just held each other so tight, they couldn't part us. "Take them to the attic
room Rosie please," Bridget ordered, "Lock them in. They can go without their
lunch today and just have bread for dinner."

Rosie whispered for us to come with her. "She'll calm down quickly and may
forgive you before dinner." We walked and climbed painfully up stairs to a small
room near the top of the house. Inside was a small bed with a hard straw
mattress and one blanket, a piss pot and not much else. Rosie was crying too as
she gave us a hug and said she would do what she could to get us out of there
but for now she was going to have to lock the door. "Why didn't you do the
questions?" she asked but we just held each other and didn't answer her.

We lay face down on the bed trying to comfort each other and wishing we were
back here. What had started off as a real nice time, was now horrible. We
couldn't understand how someone like Bridget could change from being nice and
kind to us, to a wicked cruel woman. We kept asking each other that question
once the first pain began to go away but couldn't find an answer. Some time
later there was a knock on the door, we heard it unlocked and Molly one of the
young maids entered with a tray. She was young and friendly. "Sorry," she said
to us, "I'm told to bring you one slice of bread and cheese and some water but
I've put a piece of pie in too so eat it up and don't leave any crumbs or you'll
get me in trouble too. I've also brought a pot of Gran Mabel's which might help
your bums if you'll let me put it on. We'd already taken off our clothes to
prevent them chafing and let the air get to our sore arses so we let her put it
on and thanked her. She again said not to tell on her and left. Hours later she
came back with another slice of bread and cheese. This time there was no pie.
"Sorry, Bridget was watching when I did your plate so I daren't add anything."

It was nearly dark when there was another knock on the door and Mrs. Cooper came
in. She surprised us by lying between us and giving us a cuddle. "Come here you
naughty twin chickens. You must think us a bad family to be with," she
commented. Jane said we wanted to go back home but was told we couldn't do that
until our two weeks was up. "You could be very happy here," Mrs. Cooper said,
"But you must try and do your best and not fool about in Bridget's class. In
there she's in charge and you're there to learn. She doesn't tolerate laziness
or any one trying to abuse her teaching, as you've found out." Mrs. Cooper went
on like that for some time but we gave up trying to answer and lay silent.
Finally she asked a direct question, "Now I want to know why you didn't do the
work she set."

"I said we couldn't read it," Jane cut in, "And then Rose went on to say the
book was the easiest one still in the house, intended for children two or three
years younger than us and that David and Rosie got past using it when they were
eight or nine. "Children of your age ought to be able to read and write better
than you seem to. I'll see what we can do about that in the morning. You'll have
to stay here tonight because that's what Bridget ordered but I'll get Mollie to
bring in a warm beverage and she'll put some cream on you."

"Seems as if Rose and Mollie liked you," Alice commented.

Bobby resumed the tale. "Bridget came in next morning and seemed back to her
earlier friendly self. She took us to the kitchen and made us wash at the sink.
In front of the staff we washed each other as normal. They all saw our
colourful, sore bottoms. We only had the one dress we came with so Bridget found
some of Rosie's old ones and we put them on. We looked quite nice in them. Even
though I am a boy, I have become used to the shift dresses you've made me wear,
Rosie's clothes made me look pretty. Mollie came and did our hair and made me
look even more like a girl but she knew I wasn't because she felt my prick a few
times. Rosie and David came in and we all sat for breakfast. We weren't offered
a cushion or anything and Bridget acted like nothing had happened. Before going
to the schoolroom, she took us to one side and told never to try and make a fool
of her again and that Rose would be taking us to the local school that morning
to see if she could borrow more suitable books for us.

At the school the teacher seemed friendly enough and knew Rose well. I learned
the Coopers had given the school money at times so she was treated with great
respect. He asked a girl, Violet, about our age to go to the store cupboard and
see what books we could read. She was friendly and plump and wore little round
spectacles. We started with the books for the very young and easily read those
but when got to the bigger books we couldn't. Violet was very patient and at
last said, "You can't see the words can you?" Neither of us could. She took off
her glasses and we each tried them on and this made a great deal of difference
although not as much as the ones we got later. We went back to Rose and the
teacher without any books and she explained to the teacher why we couldn't read.
Next day we went into Gyppeswick with Mr. Cooper when he went to work and Rose
came too and took us to an eye man who gave us these glasses."

Jane felt around in her dress pocket and brought out a little case with
wire-framed glasses and showed Alice and then me. After that their life at the
Coopers seemed to much improve according to the story they told Alice and I
guess I will have to let them go. By the end of their two weeks, both had slept
away from each other for a whole night but had to cuddle each other first thing
in the morning. Under Bridget's teaching their reading and writing had much
improved and at drawing they were much better than their peers. "Did you sleep
with any others in the house?" I asked.

Jane answered. "We spent two nights in the Cooper's bed and one with Bridget and
Frank. Frank was quite rough and his fucking hurt. Even when he did it to
Bridget but she seemed to like it that way. Bobby did Mollie in the pantry while
I watched but most nights were spent with Davie and Rosie, frequently in the
same bed and the boys made us try it in all sorts of ways."

"Did you get the slipper or the strap again?"

"Yes, but only twice and not that many. We saw Rosie and David get it too so we
didn't think Bridget was being so unfair to us." Turning to me, she asked, "Will
you let us go back?" I had to say, 'yes', although I had become fond of the pair
but I couldn't see them really earning their keep in the Workhouse.



Chapter 22. Jill's revenge

"Isn't that Jill over there on the bench?" Jeremy asked as they pushed their
trolley from the supermarket to the car.

"Yes. Keep going, Jeremy. I don't want to speak with her again." Margaret looked
steadfastly the other way and tried to keep pushing the shopping trolley even
though Jeremy had stopped and was holding it back.

"She doesn't look very happy and is fidgeting on the seat. Looks like she's been
beaten, Margaret. Perhaps he's thrown her out too. Maybe she needs help."

"And maybe she got was she deserved!" Margaret's voice was bitter. "Leave her
alone Jeremy please."

"Margaret dear, remember where you would be if I hadn't picked you up. Remember
too, what I said last time. You are in control of her now. She may not need help
but I'm going to ask. Look at her, not away. Let her know you are not afraid.
You are the boss lady now."

Jill looked up as they approached. "Come to gloat over my being thrown out too?
Well I wasn't thrown out. I left of my own accord."

"And you're sitting on a bench because you've no home to go to." Jeremy observed
the two suitcases alongside her.

"Not exactly. I can go back but I don't want to. Only waiting here till.... I'll
be okay. Need to wait until I can get access to my money again. Her bastard
father chopped up my Building Society passbook and credit cards. Have got to
wait until I can get them reinstated before I have any money." Despite her brave
words tears started rolling down her cheeks.

"And friends from work cannot put you up?"

"No work. I gave it up for him. Now it's all over. Now he... So what's it to you
anyway?" Jill tried to sound truculent but tears were flowing more freely down
her face. "I may be able to see one of the girls I used to work with when she
comes to do her shopping later."

"Bring your cases to the car, Jill. No arguments. You will stay with us for a
few days. Until you sort yourself out." Margaret's firm voice surprised both
Jeremy and Jill. "You just have to know, you are no longer top dog. I'm in
charge of the domestic arrangements and you will do what I say as far as helping
is concerned. Understood?"

Jill looked at Jeremy. "Margaret is correct," he confirmed, "You can stay a few
days but you'll be under her charge and you will be expected to help with the
household chores and fit in with our arrangements. I know some of what you did
to her but I guarantee Margaret will do nothing to physically hurt you. Any
thoughts of hurting her will bring immediate expulsion and likely a visit to a
police cell. Harm one single hair of her head and I will be down on you like a
ton of bricks."

"Perhaps I believe you but maybe it will be better for me to take my chance out
here."

"And freeze at night. I know what it is like Jill. Think yourself lucky you
haven't spent a fortnight outside before being picked up. You and I both know
what it will be like if you go back to him. Get your cases and follow us."
Margaret turned and pushed the trolley towards the car without looking back to
see if Jill followed. She did.

While Jill stowed her cases through the back door and Margaret stashed the
groceries alongside, Jeremy cleared the back seat without commenting on her
change of heart. Jill sat silently, listening to the small talk about the
weather and the sleeping arrangements for their guest. "We've two rooms
decorated now but the beds are dismantled. There are still those in other
rooms," Margaret said, "We've either got to move a bed into a decorated room or
leave it in a dingy one. What do you think Jeremy?"

In the end they decided for that night, Jill would have to sleep in a room
already with a bed in. "You slept in a worse room your first night, and it will
save us having to move beds once we've settled down after our meal. Jill can
make her own bed if you find her the sheets and stuff. We'll put the heater on
low when we get back to air the room a bit."

"My God," Jill exclaimed when she saw the old workhouse, "Is this a home or a
prison?"

"It's our home," Margaret snapped, "And yours for a few days. I can assure you
it's much warmer than a park bench at this time of year less painful than at
father's so don't knock it."

Margaret noted how stiffly Jill moved while they prepared the meal. "We've half
an hour before dinner, you'd better have a quick bath to help ease the
soreness." Margaret went in with her and then examined the welts on her bottom
and breasts. "You certainly had a thrashing," she commented, "At least now you
know what it feels like." She left Jill to have her bath and only returned later
with towels and to say dinner was almost ready.

"Why are you doing this for me?" Jill enquired. They'd finished a meal where the
meat had to be stretched a bit to make it go for three instead of two and were
sitting in front of the fire with a glass of wine. "I would have thought you
would be more interested in getting your own back by hurting me."

"That I thought of too but decided it wouldn't achieve anything. Then when I saw
your bruises and whip marks, I knew you'd had enough. I don't mind a little
pleasure pain, even a bit of controlled punishment," Margaret glanced across at
Jeremy, "But since being here I know the difference between that and an out and
out thrashing and the humiliation and disgusting things you and father gave me.
All the times I was tied down and raped in every conceivable way, ways that
would cause me to suffer the most. I decided I couldn't, wouldn't do that to
anyone and I would best punish you by being nice. I've had enough of rapes and
whippings which was one reason I got away from father and you."

"He won't rape anyone ever again, Maggie..."

"Margaret!"

"He won't rape anyone ever again, Margaret. Or at least not for many years."
Jill's eyes glazed and Jeremy knew instinctively she was hiding or wanted to
tell something.

He prompted, "You'd better start at the beginning Jill because if you have done
anything the police might need to know about, then I want to know too. If I'm
and sheltering a criminal, then I need to cover my arse."

"Well he's in hospital and I didn't actually do it to him, but perhaps I could
have done a little more to prevent it." Jill started.

"What's the matter with him? Why's he in hospital?" Margaret asked concerned
although she didn't understand why she should be. She had taken Jill's
reluctance to say anything about her father before as a reaction to her
whipping, now Margaret wondered what had actually happened.

"He scalded himself. He'll live but things will be extremely painful for a long
while." Turning to Jeremy she said, "You said to start at the beginning, well
perhaps you were the beginning. I told Henry about seeing the pair of you in
Tesco's and I think it was then that he finally realised you would not be coming
back. He must have decided I was to take your place. I had to some extent
already. He caned me and tied me down to bugger my arse but while I was still
working and bringing money in, he couldn't be too severe. I had to be able to go
to work. Several times though, I was in so much pain, I couldn't do my job
properly and I got a warning from the boss. When I told him about you two, he
went berserk. Unfortunately for me I was already undressed and was face down on
the bed expecting a doggie style fuck. He grabbed and tied my wrists behind my
back and then my ankles to the bedposts. "I haven't been able to give a woman a
good thrashing since my bitch left," he said to me, "So if she's not likely to
come back, you'll have to take her place." I tried to plead with him that we
needed my money to live on but I was silenced with a gag and then he proceeded
to whip my arse and thighs until I actually passed out with the pain. He kept on
saying, "Your fat arse is bigger than hers so it can take more pain." When I
awoke he was raping my arse. He complained I had a poor pain threshold. That was
a Friday and by the Monday I still couldn't walk enough to work so I called in
sick. On the following Thursday I did go in but made several more mistakes. The
boss said he could not take any more of it and I was given a weeks notice."

"Perhaps now you have some idea of the pain you caused me," Margaret commented.

"Oh yes, I know that alright. It's one thing to wield the whip, another to
receive it. I used to laugh at your cries but now I know the other side of the
coin. Worse was to come. I was kept tied most of the time after I left work and
treated much like you were. He would come in, warm my arse with the cane, piss
in my mouth and then fuck me in one hole or the other. Then for two nights in a
row, he didn't whip me at all and only fucked me once each day. I falsely
thought he'd relented. How wrong I was. He was only preparing me to show off to
three men he'd met in a pub and had boasted to about what he and they could do
to me. They came in with two bottles of whiskey and Henry showed me off to them
and while drinking they had fun mauling me about. In front of them, Henry then
gave my arse a hard belting and then striped it with the cane. He stopped when
he thought I might pass out and all four of them had me, two in the arse and two
in my cunt. He told them I liked it done hard and urged them to bang their
bodies against my sore bum each time. They kept on drinking for another hour
just mauling me and making me suck their cocks until they decided my tits needed
flogging. I was pushed up in a chair to the kitchen table and my tits laid on
top. Henry started with the cane but the pain from sitting on my arse and the
caning of my tits was enough to cause me to black out after only a few strokes.
When I came to I was once again on a bed with one of the men shagging me. I kept
slipping in and out of consciousness for a while. In the background I could hear
the drunken laughter. Sometime later it went quiet and I guess the men had left.
Henry still seemed to be drinking. I needed to piss so managed to get to the
bathroom. It was 4:08 a.m. Outside I could hear thunder and lightening beams
flashed across the bathroom window. "Make me some coffee so I am sober enough to
screw you again," Henry shouted. He undid my wrists and retied them in front of
me. It was then the lights went out. Power cut. Did you have one here last
night?"

Jeremy said, "No, but we had the storm."

"Well," Jill went on, "We managed to find the candles and I lit two of them as
best I could with tied wrists. The electric kettle wouldn't work but as he kept
shouting for coffee, I put a saucepan of water on the gas stove and waited till
the water boiled. I'd put the mug with the Nescafe in on the table near where he
was drinking and took the pan of water over. I was having trouble tilting the
pan with my wrists so Henry made to grab it and in doing so, the boiling water
went all over his cock and balls and that whole area. He'd still not put any
clothes on so he felt the full impact. He's badly scalded and will no doubt be
scarred."

"You didn't by any chance deliberately pour the water over him," Margaret
suggested, almost certain as to what the answer would be.

"No, much as I would have liked to had I thought of it, I didn't but I didn't do
much to prevent him grabbing the pan either. It sort of just happened. He passed
out and lay on the floor. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't phone. As you
know he only has his mobile now so we can't phone for help and using that tiny
thing with hands tied in almost impossible. I had the idea of using the candle
to burn through the rope and managed to do it without burning myself much. I
looked for the mobile but didn't find it in the dark. Henry was writhing on the
floor yelling and screaming but I couldn't get any sense out of him. The only
thing to do was for me to dress and use the pay phone box down the road. I put
on a thick dress that covered all my welts and a long coat. Henry was still
crying out for help. I filled his glass with more whiskey and propped him up.
The burn area looked awful because it was now half an hour since he did it. He
drank the liqueur straight down without knowing although he coughed and
spluttered a bit. It knocked him out again. The rain had eased but there was
still no power. I went and phoned 999 and ten minutes later the ambulance took
him away. I told the police what happened except I omitted that I was tied up
and had been whipped."

"How did you explain his being naked?" asked Jeremy.

"Almost told the truth. We had sex earlier and he went and carried on drinking.
The hospital confirmed his alcohol level was extremely high. When I left the
hospital this morning, I decided now was the time to leave. There was almost no
money in the house and as I said he'd destroyed my cards and passbook so I'd no
ready money. The Building Society were helpful but it would take a day or two
before they would issue a new book and it might be a while before I get a new
credit card. When you came along I had almost decided to return to the house for
the night but decided to wait to see if Jean, one of the girls from work, would
come by. I was terrified to go back to that house. It now filled me with
horror."

"Where is he now?" Margaret asked.

"Burns unit at Gyppeswick General."

Margaret phoned only to be given a standard message that he was stable. All
three visited him the next day, both Jill and Margaret felt they had to for
appearance sake, and then went to the house to collect some stuff for him.
Things were still in much the same state as they were when Jill had left. The
near empty whiskey bottle on the table, the glass on the floor and the general
mess left after a debauched party. What Jeremy's keen eyes noticed was the size
of the saucepan. It was much larger than would have been needed to heat a mug
full of water and there was a smaller one nearby! He kept his thoughts to
himself.

A month later Henry was released. They visited him a few times in hospital and
brought him home but neither Margaret nor Jill would stay in the house with him.
By then she had moved in with a girl friend she had a lesbian relationship with
before. Henry had a catheter and a bag because his penis was too badly burned to
function without further operations and he could only walk with a frame. A nurse
visited every day for the first two weeks. At one time, Jeremy and Margaret were
present when she changed the dressing and caught a brief glimpse of his terribly
scarred torso and shrivelled penis. The rod that had been the cause of so much
pain would be useless for a long while. "Perhaps with the reason for his
sadistic sex drive gone, he might become a more normal person," Margaret
remarked.

Jill only stayed a week. Inwardly, there was always a strained relationship
between her and Margaret but on the surface they tried to remain civil. Margaret
treated Jill's arse each day but did it with the matter of factness of a nurse
and didn't allow any sexual stimulation even when Jill deliberately opened her
thighs to offer her cunt.



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