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the last days
Mother caught the bus from the end of the drive, Ellie and John saw her off, then strolled back along the long road between the tall walnut trees, John remarking that “her sister had a strange relationship with Sam and a hidden past.” Ellie had had him swear not to let her sister know she had explained things to him, to which he gave his solemn oath, and by the time they reached the house she had explained the whole sad story of his mother`s past. She was a housemaid, at the big house in the village, and one night the old squire and his wife being away, his mother had been dragged from her bed by the young squire, and all those years ago, she had been shared with his drunken friends, a wild bunch, who used her, each of them in turn, both analy, and virginally then shut away in a cellar for three days, being used constantly, mostly as a prize at cards. They even made her play fox and hounds, chasing her through the woods. The huntsman who caught her being the lucky man for the night to use her as he saw fit. She ran off home after he had used her and beat her then slept in a drunken stupor, breaking away from him during the night and she ran home naked, that’s why she had taken such a long time to get over the trauma, with herself, Tim and Sam all nursing her back to life and love. The young squire never did get his just comeuppance for that, but he was shot ten years ago while carrying out an assault on a woman, by police constable`s some sort of calmer. Ellie went on to explain that “in Sam`s case, it was a shyness problem, that he would not have sex anywhere but with mother and at home, though he loved to know the details and would encourage her to enjoy sex with others, though he only ever trusted Tim and I, and now you, though after the squire she only ever had any sex with us, and I was surprised when she allowed you to use her, it showed she is getting better.” He thanked her for enlightening him, then asked about her, why she was so adventurous in the way of sex?
By this time they were in the kitchen, Ellie sat regarded him for a while then said “Well, I was always a bit of a tom-boy, your mum was a bit more girly, we shared a bed as girls till she went off to service, and again when she returned, and yes we loved one another, sexually and as sisters. Then I met Tim and her Sam, Tim was a much different prospect to Sam, Sam was shy, as Tim was brash, forward, eager and into anything sexual or otherwise…” she looked wistfully at his picture on the wall… then began again that it was “love at first sight, we were soulmates, before we married he warned me it would be a rough ride and that he would want me to be his sex slave, and that included a lot of sexual pain.” She paused again, then said “I would have crawled over burning coals for that man, I was his body and soul, since that first date, I was his, he knew it, I knew it, and he knew just how far he could go, though he could have killed me just to please him and I would have excepted it without a comment.” She paused; “He whipped me u*********s on our wedding night, I asked him to do so as it was my way of telling him I was his, he then took me over a bale in that old barn, he did that every year on our anniversary, and it was one of those nights that old Enoch our ancient carter had found us, he and Tim came to an understanding and in return for his silence he was allowed to watch, to enjoy every minute, though he did request to use his own old horse whip for a few strokes which Tim agreed too, and he was a veritable expert with it, teaching Tim to use it and bequeathing the thing to Tim when he passed away just a week later. It was pain such as I had never endured, before or since and it was wonderful, erotic, call it what you will, but sad creature that I am I loved every lash.” another pause then she said, “That whip is the one in the sitting room on the wall, and it would have been my anniversary tomorrow!” he looked at her and then quietly said “even I am not so dim as to not realise what you are saying, to me, but I`ve never used a whip and am scared I shall hurt you permanently, and I don’t want to do that do I.”
She smiled and said that “he`d better practise then,” then went on as she wanted him to regard her as his, as Tim`s stand in she would from now on expect him each time he visited on leave, to use the leather on her so she could get through the long months without him more easily, and in truth if he marked her permanently that would be how it was, it was her body and she would live with it! She paused then said, “One day you will inherit this little place, I know you always have loved it, and Tim and I were never blessed with k**dies though we would have loved to have been…” she looked a little vacant, then the phone rang. It was Sam, up at the local box, as they had never had the telephone at home, he said he had a letter addressed to John, it looked official, he was told to open the thing and read its content a recall from Monday next to report …etc, etc. he cursed his luck, said he would be on the bus on Sunday morning and would catch a train that evening, told his dad that mum was on the bus and would arrive in an hour, father asking if he had had a good leave, he said it had been tremendous the best he ever had. And laughing his dad went off.
He broke the news to Ellie that he was going home on Sunday morning, and back to camp from there…tears filled her eyes, then she said in almost a whisper, that “she needed her anniversary, and tonight then!”
They kissed, then slowly she fetched down the old leather whip, presented it to him, and they silently bade the dog ‘stay’ together in the soft evening light they walked to the barn.
They entered through the wicket gate in the huge old doors, she clicked on the lights, just three single bulbs, each hung from the centre three beams, rats scuttled into the hay disturbed at this unusual hour, the distinct smell of the hay brought memories from his past tumbling into his mind.
Ellie, switched out the end lights just leaving the centre lit above the old chain lift, she lowered the hook the noise echoing round the big old building, as she pulled the chain rattling in the pully, clattering and rattling.
Satisfied she turned to him, stood as he was whip in hand, telling him to “pull out a bale if he wanted to have her afterwards, and not to spare her, this must be brutal, and until she either collapsed or cried enough!” she added that “His Uncle Tim could never abide weakness in this and if he really wanted to be his stand in, he must remember that!” He dragged out a bale, looked at her in all seriousness and said “he was sorry if he was to hurt her, but he was an amateur with a whip, though he hoped he could do his old uncle`s memory credit!
She kissed him once more with passion, then began stripping off her clothing, a short rope looped by her round her wrists, soon found the hook, and he rattled the chain till she was on her flat-feet, she told him to lift it further then she could swing, amazed he did as he was bid.
Even the scuttling rats went quiet, a distant owl hooted, and he picked up the whip, noting she had kept it well, the leather was well oiled, supple, and ready.
He faced her, her eyes as his, fixed on the long single thong, conscious of its history, old Enoch`s horse whip, Tim`s chastiser, now his, he felt them here in this old dark barn, waiting to see if he would, if he could, he hesitated, drew the leather back, and fixed her gaze with his, her eyes reached into his soul, and after a long second, she nodded.
The whip snaked forward, with a slap it wrapped itself almost in slow motion around her waist in a caress that left a single pink welt on the pale skin, he knew it was nowhere near hard enough. The arm automatically retreated, the second swing began, Tim`s voice suddenly echoing in his head, ‘harder,’ his strength boosted by his imagination, the leather cracked on her skin wrapping itself round the still body, falling away revealing a livid red welt and a look of great relief on the face of his now swinging Aunt. The whip took on a rhythm of its own now fed by the imagined ghosts, Crack, a gasp of in-taken breath, the leather falling away, each red stripe, crossing the previous one at some point, her right breast marked, the leather falling away and her body swinging like a leaf in a wind. Aim difficult now, the leather falling and wrapping itself round legs, shoulders hips, her heavy if pert backside, breasts, shoulders, back, nothing was safe, her screams now echoing around the barn as each stroke landed, he had never known this feeling of power before, it was awesome, erotic, sensual, and the biggest turn on he had ever enjoyed, the feel of the leather now as if he had been born with it in his hand, wham, wham, wham, the strokes were an extension of his mind his ego his whole being , it was beyond his wildest dreams…
She stopped screaming, reluctantly he lowered the whip, she hung head lolling on her chest collapsed. The chains rattled, he took her on his shoulder flopped the ravaged body on the bail face-down, her breathing ragged, he knew he needed to enjoy her, perhaps for the sake of Tim, though he doubted it, he dropped the trousers and pants, then slid into her wet sex, it took just a dozen strokes then he was filling her, and he knew it was for him, she was his, his, never mind Tim, or mother, yes she was older than him, but she was now his.
He left the whip and their clothing in the barn, took her on his shoulder and triumphantly bore her exhausted naked and marked body through the farmyard to the old house. She was just aware of the rough ride on his shoulder, her welts, the pain, but she knew in her heart she was forever his.
He tended her wounds all Saturday, they made gentle loving sex through-out the night and he quietly slipped away on the Sunday morning, leaving her a note that he would be back and as soon as he could get leave.
The old bus rattled it way homeward, the hour journey soon over, he walked the familiar road to his home, Sam and his mother at the familiar table, tea and papers, Sunday routine, Sam thanked him for the waxy wrapping, and they laughed, they were a family once more. It was a quiet day, food and packing and they saw him off from the old soon to be disused dusty station, a modern electric train slid away with him, he knew thing could never be the same again.
It had been a stupendous leave.
the last days
Mother caught the bus from the end of the drive, Ellie and John saw her off, then strolled back along the long road between the tall walnut trees, John remarking that “her sister had a strange relationship with Sam and a hidden past.” Ellie had had him swear not to let her sister know she had explained things to him, to which he gave his solemn oath, and by the time they reached the house she had explained the whole sad story of his mother`s past. She was a housemaid, at the big house in the village, and one night the old squire and his wife being away, his mother had been dragged from her bed by the young squire, and all those years ago, she had been shared with his drunken friends, a wild bunch, who used her, each of them in turn, both analy, and virginally then shut away in a cellar for three days, being used constantly, mostly as a prize at cards. They even made her play fox and hounds, chasing her through the woods. The huntsman who caught her being the lucky man for the night to use her as he saw fit. She ran off home after he had used her and beat her then slept in a drunken stupor, breaking away from him during the night and she ran home naked, that’s why she had taken such a long time to get over the trauma, with herself, Tim and Sam all nursing her back to life and love. The young squire never did get his just comeuppance for that, but he was shot ten years ago while carrying out an assault on a woman, by police constable`s some sort of calmer. Ellie went on to explain that “in Sam`s case, it was a shyness problem, that he would not have sex anywhere but with mother and at home, though he loved to know the details and would encourage her to enjoy sex with others, though he only ever trusted Tim and I, and now you, though after the squire she only ever had any sex with us, and I was surprised when she allowed you to use her, it showed she is getting better.” He thanked her for enlightening him, then asked about her, why she was so adventurous in the way of sex?
By this time they were in the kitchen, Ellie sat regarded him for a while then said “Well, I was always a bit of a tom-boy, your mum was a bit more girly, we shared a bed as girls till she went off to service, and again when she returned, and yes we loved one another, sexually and as sisters. Then I met Tim and her Sam, Tim was a much different prospect to Sam, Sam was shy, as Tim was brash, forward, eager and into anything sexual or otherwise…” she looked wistfully at his picture on the wall… then began again that it was “love at first sight, we were soulmates, before we married he warned me it would be a rough ride and that he would want me to be his sex slave, and that included a lot of sexual pain.” She paused again, then said “I would have crawled over burning coals for that man, I was his body and soul, since that first date, I was his, he knew it, I knew it, and he knew just how far he could go, though he could have killed me just to please him and I would have excepted it without a comment.” She paused; “He whipped me u*********s on our wedding night, I asked him to do so as it was my way of telling him I was his, he then took me over a bale in that old barn, he did that every year on our anniversary, and it was one of those nights that old Enoch our ancient carter had found us, he and Tim came to an understanding and in return for his silence he was allowed to watch, to enjoy every minute, though he did request to use his own old horse whip for a few strokes which Tim agreed too, and he was a veritable expert with it, teaching Tim to use it and bequeathing the thing to Tim when he passed away just a week later. It was pain such as I had never endured, before or since and it was wonderful, erotic, call it what you will, but sad creature that I am I loved every lash.” another pause then she said, “That whip is the one in the sitting room on the wall, and it would have been my anniversary tomorrow!” he looked at her and then quietly said “even I am not so dim as to not realise what you are saying, to me, but I`ve never used a whip and am scared I shall hurt you permanently, and I don’t want to do that do I.”
She smiled and said that “he`d better practise then,” then went on as she wanted him to regard her as his, as Tim`s stand in she would from now on expect him each time he visited on leave, to use the leather on her so she could get through the long months without him more easily, and in truth if he marked her permanently that would be how it was, it was her body and she would live with it! She paused then said, “One day you will inherit this little place, I know you always have loved it, and Tim and I were never blessed with k**dies though we would have loved to have been…” she looked a little vacant, then the phone rang. It was Sam, up at the local box, as they had never had the telephone at home, he said he had a letter addressed to John, it looked official, he was told to open the thing and read its content a recall from Monday next to report …etc, etc. he cursed his luck, said he would be on the bus on Sunday morning and would catch a train that evening, told his dad that mum was on the bus and would arrive in an hour, father asking if he had had a good leave, he said it had been tremendous the best he ever had. And laughing his dad went off.
He broke the news to Ellie that he was going home on Sunday morning, and back to camp from there…tears filled her eyes, then she said in almost a whisper, that “she needed her anniversary, and tonight then!”
They kissed, then slowly she fetched down the old leather whip, presented it to him, and they silently bade the dog ‘stay’ together in the soft evening light they walked to the barn.
They entered through the wicket gate in the huge old doors, she clicked on the lights, just three single bulbs, each hung from the centre three beams, rats scuttled into the hay disturbed at this unusual hour, the distinct smell of the hay brought memories from his past tumbling into his mind.
Ellie, switched out the end lights just leaving the centre lit above the old chain lift, she lowered the hook the noise echoing round the big old building, as she pulled the chain rattling in the pully, clattering and rattling.
Satisfied she turned to him, stood as he was whip in hand, telling him to “pull out a bale if he wanted to have her afterwards, and not to spare her, this must be brutal, and until she either collapsed or cried enough!” she added that “His Uncle Tim could never abide weakness in this and if he really wanted to be his stand in, he must remember that!” He dragged out a bale, looked at her in all seriousness and said “he was sorry if he was to hurt her, but he was an amateur with a whip, though he hoped he could do his old uncle`s memory credit!
She kissed him once more with passion, then began stripping off her clothing, a short rope looped by her round her wrists, soon found the hook, and he rattled the chain till she was on her flat-feet, she told him to lift it further then she could swing, amazed he did as he was bid.
Even the scuttling rats went quiet, a distant owl hooted, and he picked up the whip, noting she had kept it well, the leather was well oiled, supple, and ready.
He faced her, her eyes as his, fixed on the long single thong, conscious of its history, old Enoch`s horse whip, Tim`s chastiser, now his, he felt them here in this old dark barn, waiting to see if he would, if he could, he hesitated, drew the leather back, and fixed her gaze with his, her eyes reached into his soul, and after a long second, she nodded.
The whip snaked forward, with a slap it wrapped itself almost in slow motion around her waist in a caress that left a single pink welt on the pale skin, he knew it was nowhere near hard enough. The arm automatically retreated, the second swing began, Tim`s voice suddenly echoing in his head, ‘harder,’ his strength boosted by his imagination, the leather cracked on her skin wrapping itself round the still body, falling away revealing a livid red welt and a look of great relief on the face of his now swinging Aunt. The whip took on a rhythm of its own now fed by the imagined ghosts, Crack, a gasp of in-taken breath, the leather falling away, each red stripe, crossing the previous one at some point, her right breast marked, the leather falling away and her body swinging like a leaf in a wind. Aim difficult now, the leather falling and wrapping itself round legs, shoulders hips, her heavy if pert backside, breasts, shoulders, back, nothing was safe, her screams now echoing around the barn as each stroke landed, he had never known this feeling of power before, it was awesome, erotic, sensual, and the biggest turn on he had ever enjoyed, the feel of the leather now as if he had been born with it in his hand, wham, wham, wham, the strokes were an extension of his mind his ego his whole being , it was beyond his wildest dreams…
She stopped screaming, reluctantly he lowered the whip, she hung head lolling on her chest collapsed. The chains rattled, he took her on his shoulder flopped the ravaged body on the bail face-down, her breathing ragged, he knew he needed to enjoy her, perhaps for the sake of Tim, though he doubted it, he dropped the trousers and pants, then slid into her wet sex, it took just a dozen strokes then he was filling her, and he knew it was for him, she was his, his, never mind Tim, or mother, yes she was older than him, but she was now his.
He left the whip and their clothing in the barn, took her on his shoulder and triumphantly bore her exhausted naked and marked body through the farmyard to the old house. She was just aware of the rough ride on his shoulder, her welts, the pain, but she knew in her heart she was forever his.
He tended her wounds all Saturday, they made gentle loving sex through-out the night and he quietly slipped away on the Sunday morning, leaving her a note that he would be back and as soon as he could get leave.
The old bus rattled it way homeward, the hour journey soon over, he walked the familiar road to his home, Sam and his mother at the familiar table, tea and papers, Sunday routine, Sam thanked him for the waxy wrapping, and they laughed, they were a family once more. It was a quiet day, food and packing and they saw him off from the old soon to be disused dusty station, a modern electric train slid away with him, he knew thing could never be the same again.
It had been a stupendous leave.
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