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My Temporary Wife

"Were you able to book yourself on the holiday Jack?" Daphne asked.

"Unfortunately not. Had an email back from the Airdnaglochen Hotel sayingthey were fully booked. Pity. I would have liked to have gone away for a fewdays especially as it coincided with the week "The Wagoners" is closedfor refurbishment and we can't have this room. I guess all you hymn singing,tambourine banging sisters booked the place up," I answered.

"Well with spouses and friends there are twenty of us from the churchchoir going but the hotel holds about a hundred so it's not just us takingall the places. Do you think this blue is okay Jack?"

I looked at the blue she'd mixed for the woman's dress and suggested she lightenit a bit. It was Emily's turn to model this week and she refused to undressalthough she didn't object when others in the group did. Perhaps I should explain.I'm Jack Irvine and I'm an unpaid teacher for a small villageart group, which meets in the backroom of our local pub, "The Wagoners",once a week. I specialise in figure drawing and painting, especially nude figures,but I also do portraits, these make up the bulk of my commissions, and I dosome landscapes for my 'bread and butter' income. Realistic art is my life.I've no time for 'abstract' art rubbish. We've twelve in our group and mostlyten turn up each week. Only four of the group, excluding me, are men. Whenthe group asked me to teach them to do figure work, we instituted a systemof pulling a name out of a hat to get that person to model for us for the afternoon.Although most of them would now pose in the nude, Emily, an elderly lady, wasone of those who would not. We don't force anyone to pose naked but they haveto put up with a lot of good-natured banter if they don't. However, we hadto concede that Emily didn't really have the figure for it but her wizenedfeatures were excellent for portraiture. If you want more personal detailsof me, then I'm 65, unmarried, about six feet tall and fairly well built andstill fit and active. I consider myself a jovial, raunchy artist and seem toget on well with the art group. I've bedded a couple of them and a number othergirls that have modelled for me or wanted their portraits painted.

"Would you like me to ask Gillian to see if there are any cancellationsfrom our group?" Daphne asked. Gillian Kidman organised the trip for thechoir. "That is if you don't mind being part of a staid old group of hymnsinging church biddies," Daphne laughed and so did I. She knew I neverhad much time for churchie things although I displayed my work in the churchhall at their annual shows.

"You mean there will be some older than you?" I joked, knowing shewas in her early forties. Even since the party to celebrate her fortieth birthdaywe'd kidded her about being over the hill.

"Jean Shepherd's coming with me but I guess we'll be the youngest inthe group. They're more your age really. Dinosaurs."

I'd more or less forgotten about the trip until a few days before departurewhen Daphne phoned me. "You still interested in going to Scotland withus old biddies Jack? I know it's short notice." I said I was. "Wellthere is a place?" There was a pause.

"But?" I cut in sensing there was going to be a catch.

"But you'll have to share a room with a woman whose husband died threemonths ago."

"Is she young and blonde and willing?" I joked.

"No, none of those things that I know of. Possibly willing otherwiseshe would not have agreed to let you stay with her. She's a bit younger thanyou are and grey haired but no blue rinse. She's happy-go-lucky, down to earthand laughs a lot. Likes practical jokes. Her husband, Herbert, had a heartattack three months ago. She's fairly short, about 5' 2" and a littleplump. Outgoing. Likes singing in the choir but isn't overly religious. Sheknows you or at least of you because she's seen you at shows and when you gavethat talk to the Women's Institute. That's as good a CV as I can give you.You've no doubt seen her around but may not know her."

I remembered that talk particularly as there were two self-righteous old ladieswho complained in no uncertain terms that the work I did was pornographic andleft before the end. From the description so far, I guessed she wasn't oneof those. "As you haven't told me the woman's name yet Daff, I won't know."

"Sorry Jack. It's Madeleine Jenkins but we all know her as 'Madge'. She'sa ball of fun and when she gets going, she has the choir in hysterics, or mostof them. There are a couple of your old biddies that don't seem to be ableto crack their lips. They'll be on the coach trip too." Daphne pausedwhile I tried to think of a reply and then she went on, "There's a plusas well. She doesn't want any payment except you can buy her a drink from thebar in the evenings. Her husband paid up front so the money has sort of beenused and gone and she's not badly off."

"Can I contact her and have a chat?"

"Sorry, she's staying with her sister for the next couple of days. Hersister has caught this bug that's going around and is a bit poorly, otherwiseshe would have gone with Madge. She said for you to just turn up at the coachstop outside "The Wagoners" if you wanted to come. I'm sure you'lllike her Jack and really what have you got to lose? Not your virginity, that'sfor sure," she giggled. "The room will probably have twin beds andyou're both over the age of consent by a few years."

We joked a bit more about what Madge and I might get up to before I finallyagreed to go.

"Ah here comes my temporary husband to take me on my honeymoon!" Asmiling woman, looking more than a little plump with the thick coat she waswearing, detached herself from the knot of people waiting outside the pub andcame to greet me with open arms.

I put my cases down and gave her a big hug and when I felt her hug me too,I gave her a real lips-to-lips kiss. "Morning, temporary wife," Iresponded.

"Oooh! I like that sort of greeting," she giggled and kept her armsaround me.

Daphne came over. "I knew you two would get on. Just remember who itwas that arranged this marriage for you Jack. I may want some personal tuitionin return." We often had the sort of conversation where there were doublemeanings and innuendoes but we were only ever good friends.

"You keep your hands off him Daphne Watkins. He's mine for the week." Madgegave me another hug.

"Don't be greedy, Madge," Daphne chortled and then looked round. "Betterbe careful though. Looks as though some disapprove." Standing close tous were the two old ladies who I remembered leaving the W.I. meeting.

One of them, I later learned she was Miss Vera Leavey, the 72 year old churchorganist and a sour, self righteous, religious bigot, looked at us and spoketo Madge. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself, a woman of your age throwingyourself at him like that. Your husband's not been in his grave three monthsand yet you're acting like a teenage slut. And you know what sort of an artisthe is. He does the most disgusting work."

"Jealousy will get you nowhere Vera dear," Madge laughed infectiouslyand Daphne and I joined in. Many of the others grinned too causing Vera toscowl and mutter something to Mrs. Heather Beadman, her friend and travellingcompanion. Madge then introduced me to close friends of hers, Gwen Jones andher partner Len. "Gwen was the one who convinced me to offer my late husband'splace to you. Her and Len have been living in sin, as our supposedly devoutmembers would say, for about five years so they can't say too much about mespending a week with you." The couple seemed friendly enough but didn'tsay a great deal. For a few moments it looked as if Vera was going to interruptus again but fortunately at this point the coach arrived and there was theusual scramble to get the luggage stowed, tickets checked and outer coats removedand into the overhead lockers. The coach was already half full with passengersfrom town but, because of the large number of people from the village, thecoach detoured from its main route to pick us up.

Seat allocation was by ticket numbers and by some quirk of fate, we foundourselves directly behind Vera and Heather. Madge grinned impishly as she tookthe widow seat. "See if there is a blanket we can put over our laps Jack," shesaid loudly enough for the two in the front to hear. They turned to each otherand almost in unison they both turned and gave us such a look of disdain.

"You are an eager one, Madge," I replied. I'm sure I was grinningear to ear. "Still it is very cold even for early March and we might wantsomewhere to keep our hands warm." The couple sitting behind us lookedamused. They were from town and we didn't know them. However, with the heatingin the coach, there was no need for the blanket.

Daphne sat a few rows behind us on the other side of the coach. We'd beengoing about half an hour and the coach was speeding along the main road whenshe came to us. "You two newlyweds okay?" she asked. We'd been chattingaway as if we'd known each other for ages. We spoke for a few minutes and whenshe left Daphne warned me, "You take care Jack. She'll have your trousersoff in no time at all."

"That's what I'm hoping for," I joked.

Vera turned round and in a loud, strident and icy voice that was heard throughoutthe coach, said, "You really are a disgusting pair. You should never havebeen allowed to join a party of good, God-fearing people. Aren't you ashamedof yourself Madeleine? "What would your Herbert say if he could see younow?"

Daphne rolled her eyes and tried to keep a straight face; Madge grinned; thecouple behind smiled still not knowing the situation between us but beginningto get an inkling of what was going on and I guessed the rest of the coachparty was too. "I guess he would say, 'don't let yourself become a crotchetyold spinster." Madge answered and I added, "And please don't talkto my new wife in that tone of voice." Vera immediately turned and staredfixedly out of the front window.

For the next couple of hours, Madge and I talked about our lives and thengot on to the subject of my work and my drawing of nude women. "Do youtake them to bed afterwards?" Madge asked in a loud whisper. Heather andVera again shot glances at each other but didn't turn round this time.

"Only occasionally. Professional models are just that. They pose, youpay them and they leave. Some of the amateur ones like to go further but notthose in our group, I hasten to add." I conveniently forgot about thetwo I had bedded. "Most will pose naked for us and will sit still whilewe draw them. There's a sort of unwritten rule that you can look as closelyas you wish but no touching."

"So you've seen Daphne and the others starkers?"

"Yes, and drawn them."

"And the men?" I nodded, "What if they become?excited whenthey're posing Jack?"

"I usually say, 'draw what you see' but most often the group will waituntil the erection goes down or discretely draw a strip of cloth over it orimagine it in repose. It happens to some of the men when they are drawing awoman, but everyone tries to ignore any bulges in the trousers of the men.It's a natural phenomena so why make a fuss over it?"

After a couple of hours we stopped at a service station to get a cuppa andhave a pee break. I bought Madge a coffee and while I sat at the table waitingfor her to return from the loo, Daphne and Jean joined me. "Vera and Heatherare having another go at Madge," Jean told me, "But she's givingthem as good as she gets. She hasn't been this happy for a long while." Shethen tried to look serious and reprimanded me. "It's shameful the wayyou teased and embarrassed those poor innocent old ladies. You ought to beashamed of yourself Jack," but at that point she couldn't keep a straightface.

"Perhaps you ought to be a little more discrete Jack. I think the pairof you were putting it on to mortify them as much as you could," Daphnechided me more seriously.

"You don't think I should ask them to pose for the art group then Daff?" Thethree of us were laughing at the thought when Madge returned.

"They've protested to Gillian that she oughtn't to have allowed you onthe coach. Gillian of course didn't know of the arrangement until you turnedup this morning but said that it was better to fill the seat and for me tohave some company rather than to go away on my own for the first time in years.She thought my sister was coming with me as that's what I told her earlierin the month," Madge informed us. "That didn't satisfy them too muchso now they've threatened to take the matter to Roger, our vicar, and havehim throw me out of the choir. I doubt there's much chance of that. Roger isno great lover of them either."

Our conversation lapsed when we were on the motorway again so I fetched outa sketchbook and pencils and started drawing her. Of course she wanted to seethe other sketches in my book first but I only showed her the ones of Emilyand said she could see the nude ones in private later. Following my usual practiceI did half a dozen quick sketches to get the feel of the subject and, in thiscase, the feel of drawing on a bus. When I was satisfied I did a detailed portraitwhich turned out extremely well. Madge asked if she could have it and I said,later because I wanted to put some watercolour tints on it. John and Gladysthe couple sitting behind us, and two ladies across the aisle, openly watchedas I worked and remarked how good the likeness was.

"Not bad for a beginner," Daphne remarked when she came to see theresult and then asked to show it to Jean. I heard them giggling after a bitand when I looked round I saw she was showing some of my earlier drawings toher. I knew some of them were unclothed ones of Daphne. She was being carefulthat others didn't see them so I wasn't too upset. "Will you do Jean?" sheasked when she returned the book.

"Anytime she's willing," I joked and both Madge and Daphne aimedmock punches at me.

"You know what I meant Jack." Speaking to Madge she went on, "Jeanwon't be taking your new husband away. She's not into very old men!" Ishook my fist at her. "Well I did get you on this trip so you can do itas a favour to me."

Madge wanted to show Gwen first and it seemed that half the bus saw it aswell, always explaining that her 'new husband' did it and most of them quicklycottoned on to the situation. When the book finally came back to me Daphneand I exchanged seats and I spent a pleasant half-hour or so sketching andproducing a final drawing of Jean. I'd met her on a number of occasions andalways liked her. "Would you like a portrait like I did of Madge or aposed picture like those of Daphne?" I asked before I started.

"I guess it will have to be the portrait Jack. I don't think this isthe sort of studio you need for a nudie picture." She knew I was teasing.

"Perhaps another time then." To get the lighting better I arrangedfor her to sit on the aisle seat and to look slightly to one side of me. Itwas now very warm on the coach and she'd removed her cardigan. "Wouldyou mind if I undo the top button of your blouse?" I asked, "It willmake you look alive and very desirable."

"You mean sexy!"

"Yep!" I did it and in the final drawing I showed just the top bitof her bra, which I changed to one with lace trim, and she appeared to be lookingwistfully out into space and thinking of her lover.

"Wow!" she cried out causing others around to look in her direction, "Thatreally makes me look as if I'm seducing a man. You really are as good as Daffmakes out. Did I actually have that expression on my face?" I left herto guess the answer to that. She took the pad and showed Daphne and Madge andthen went along the bus showing it to some of her other friends in the choir.I think it earned me some brownie points amongst most of them but only servedto heighten the animosity of the two old hens because they saw it when Jeanheld it up for a couple ahead of them to see it.

"Will you do a sexy one of me later?" Madge asked.

"Of course. Not just sexy but erotic."

When we arrived at Gretna Green, Daphne suggested that we should stop thecoach there and put Madge and me over the anvil and get the blacksmith makean honest man and woman of us. It was raining and the driver grinned when Daphneasked and pointed out that parking was a problem. By now the whole bus knewof the situation between Madge and myself so we didn't have to hide it. Ithad become a stock joke. "Saved by the rain and the parking problem!" Ilaughed.

For much of the last few hours of the journey on narrow roads, the trafficwas heavy so we arrived late but the hotel kept dinner for us. "We'llgive you your room keys as quickly as we can so you can freshen up and thenplease make your way into the dining room. I'll do the welcome and orientationbit in the lounge afterwards," the manageress informed us. I suppose Ishouldn't have been surprised but I guess the rooms were allocated on the samesystem as the coach seats. Our room was next to the two old biddies. I didnotice as we passed their door, that they had twin beds while we had a double.I remarked on it to Madge and she said, "Herbie ordered a room with adouble bed because we always slept together. When Daphne suggested I mightshare with you, I thought I could get it changed for a twin but now I've metyou, I decided not to bother the staff. Unless you want a bed on your own?"

"What and miss sleeping with my innocent bride?"

My suggestion to Madge that we have an early night quickly brought her agreementbut also many ribald comments from those near to us. Our two biddies gloweredat us when I took Madge's hand and led her to the lift. "Goodnight Heather.Goodnight Vera," I called out as we passed them.

"I feel almost as nervous now as I did with my first night with Herbie.I wasn't a virgin or anything but I'd never spent the whole night with himin a bed. Now it's a similar feeling. In front of the others I could brazenit out and pretend. It's crunch time now. It's not that I don't want to?I supposeI'm just a little afraid."

I put my arms around her. "Madge, if you don't want to do it, that'sokay"?"I do," she butted in. "Well then would you ratherwe undressed in separate rooms? I could go into the bathroom. Or would youprefer we undressed each other?"

"Let's do it a bit at a time. That's what Herbie and I did on our weddingnight." So that's what we did and then we stood back and looked at eachother. Madge was a little plump but not overly fat. Her tits had started tosag but were still nice and I could tell she never trimmed her pubic hair.Probably she never wore a bathing costume to worry about things like that.I wondered what she thought of me as I stood there with my prick rising butshe made no comment so I went and hugged and kissed her for a few minutes. "Youmake me feel like a schoolgirl again," she whispered, "Let's getunder the bedclothes. It's none too warm in here with nothing on. You'll takeit easy won't you Jack. It's been a while since?"

"Of course," I replied kissing her again, "And I did bringsome gel in case we needed it. I've never had an old age pensioner before."

"It will be a treat after those skinny models of yours," she laughed.

We'd just snuggled down in the bed and I was fondling her tits and crotchwhen we heard our neighbour's door bang and Vera's high pitched voice camethrough the wall. We couldn't make out what she was saying but we could certainlyhear her. "Jesus, they do make the walls thin in these modern hotels," Iwhispered to Madge. I guess too that it was partly the design of the place.Entering our room, the toilet, shower and wardrobe were on the left and thebed against the right hand wall. From the earlier glimpse we had, I knew theirroom was a mirror image of ours. Their bedheads were against the same wallas ours.

We took no more notice of the voices and I concentrated on getting Madge'sjuices flowing so we didn't need the gel. I hated using it because initiallyit always felt cold. She surprised me by rapidly becoming wet. Slowly I enteredmy prick but with her encouragement began to fuck normally. We soon found thatthe bed had been used for this purpose on many occasions. The springs creakednoisily and the whole frame rocked slightly, just enough for the wooden bedheadto tap against the wall. A gentle 'tap, tap, tap, with every thrust. "They'llhear that next door," I remarked.

"Let them. Don't you dare stop now. Heather at least will know what we'reup to and perhaps wish she'd brought her husband instead of Vera." I didn'tstop, but for a while the voices did. Then Vera's voice started speaking againand we giggled, realising they not only could hear us, but also had workedout what we were doing. One of the advantages of having sex when you get olderis that it takes much longer to ejaculate. So it was that our bed kept tappingthe wall for perhaps twenty minutes. I worked up a good sweat and so did Madgebut she, like me, was obviously enjoying the experience and our minds blottedout the fact that others would know what we were up to. Neither of us caredanyway and perhaps we were being a bit exhibitionistic.

When I finally came and we rested for a bit, Madge said mischievously, "Let'srock the bed while we cuddle."

"Oh you are a naughty girl," I laughed, "A real practical joker."

"You'd have suggested it if you'd have thought of it first!"

She was right of course so I kissed her. By deliberately causing the bed totap the wall, it hit the plaster much harder and sounded very loud. We keptit up for about ten minutes before we gave up and snuggled close to each other.

As usual I woke early and had to go to the loo, which woke Madge. "Wouldyou like tea or coffee?" I asked when I put the kettle on. The sun wasjust getting up so I opened the curtains a little. "That's it!" Ialmost shouted, "I said I'd do an erotic picture of you and I can seethe pose I want. Taking Madge's cup, I arranged the bedclothes to suit my ideaand started sketching. Normally I don't get an erection when drawing nude women,but perhaps because this time I was naked as well, or perhaps because I knewMadge was available, this morning my prick rose to it's full glory. I disregardedit until I had the sketch finished to my satisfaction. For the moment I didn'tshow it to her but climbed into the bed and dragged Madge close to me. Seeingmy erection must have made her horny too because she was already wet and soonthe bedhead was tapping the plaster once more. We both laughed when we heardVera's voice and this time she sounded really angry.

"Did you sleep well," Jean enquired at breakfast.

"Not too bad once this one had exhausted my energies," I was grinningat her knowing the two old hens were within earshot.

"You're not blaming me," Madge chided, "I couldn't push youoff."

"So you had a good night," Daphne came in on the conversation.

"Very nice. Just like a real honeymoon," answered Madge.

We heard some noises behind us. "Yes and you kept the whole hotel awaketo the early hours. You disgusting pair." Vera's voice floated over thewhole room.

"Sorry Vera. Did we disturb you?" I tried to sound innocent.

"You know you did! Its small wonder that bed didn't fall apart or knockthe wall down."

"Sorry. I'll see if we can move the bed away from the wall tonight. Youneed your beauty sleep and all that." Vera snorted and turned back toher breakfast. We heard her telling the others on her table, more quietly thanbefore, "They did it until after midnight and then again about seven thismorning. It's disgraceful."

"He did the rudest picture of me," Madge whispered to Daphne andpassed her my sketchbook. "He said yesterday he'd do an erotic one andhe has."

"You're right there," Daphne found the page and showed Jean. "That'serotic art at its best. You're learning well Jack. One day you might be a goodartist! If you live long enough after all your nights of debauchery." Theothers on the table laughed loudly.

The picture showed Madge sitting up in bed, one breast fully uncovered andthe other partially. The bedclothes on her partner's side were turned backand one hand looked to be patting the empty space. But it was the expressionon her face that immediately captured people's eyes. They would almost hearher saying, "Hurry up and come into bed." John looked over Len'sshoulder when the book had been passed to him and he took it and in turn itdid the rounds of the tables. Madge looked proud and was not in the least embarrassedby the attention or by her semi-nakedness. "I may be knocking on a bitin years but I can still enjoy a bit of fun in bed," she declared. "Inany case this is my second honeymoon," she added.

Vera of course, declared it pornographic and it almost demanded that it shouldbe burned. "Madeleine looks like a cheap slut begging for? She must havelooked like that for you to have drawn it." She then repeated her beliefthat Madge should be thrown out of the church choir and threatened to resignas organist if she wasn't.

"How do know I didn't make it up? How do you know I didn't fake the expression?How do you know I didn't imagine the whole scene? How do you know that Madgewasn't asleep with the covers pulled up over her head when I did the drawing?" Icountered.

"You couldn't make up a look like that just out of your head or makeit so realistic without actually copying her. No one could." Vera wasemphatic in her views and went on to express them volubly. I caught a lookfrom Daphne. She knew I wouldn't let a challenge like that go.

A coach trip was organised for the day but a number of our party declinedto go. It had been a long wearisome journey from our village and I didn't feellike sitting for another day even though the coaches were very comfortable.Madge, Daphne and Jean didn't either, so we spent the morning rambling by theloch side. The morning was bright but with a cold wind so I just took my padand did some quick sketches that served as the basis for a painting later.Daphne did some sketches too and the pair of us spent the afternoon in the'activities room' working them up into a proper painting. Jean and Madge walkedto the village so Daphne and I had the room almost to ourselves and could geton without interruption.

I like to work with acrylics and by the end of the afternoon, I'd produceda painting of the loch with superimposed a rear view of Madge looking at thescene and holding her hat. Daphne did a watercolour of a similar scene. Wecommented on each others work, just like it was one of our meetings at thepub and then she asked, "How much of Madge in bed did you make up, Jack?"

"Not too much. I posed her. I guess what you are really asking is whatwill I do about our Vera's belief that I couldn't have made it up. That I don'tknow yet but I'll think of something."

In the lounge that evening, I sat in a corner seat with the rest of 'our group';Madge, Daphne, Jean, Gwen and Len, chatting away. Or at least they were chatting;I had my pad and pencils. Beyond Daphne, 'Vera's group' sat at a table playingcribbage. The room was fairly crowded with other groups sitting around, mainlytalking and drinking. I think Daphne thought I was sketching her because sheput her tongue out but actually my sight was fixed on the scene beyond. Madgekept trying to sneak a look at what I was doing but I kept the pad turned awayfrom her. Daphne came over when I'd put my pencil down, expecting a portraitof her and knowing my propensity for doing caricatures thought I might havedone a cartoon. "What have you done to me this time Jack?" she laughed.

"It's not you Daff. It's my answer to this morning's challenge. I'm notsure that I want you to see it though because it might upset some people." Thisof course made her, and by then the others around us, all the more determinedto see what I had drawn. After a little mock pretence of keeping the book fromher I allowed her to snatch it from my hand.

"Jesus Christ Jack, you'll get crucified for this. It won't be a carvedfigure on the cross this Easter, it'll be you. I know she challenged your competencebut?Jesus." From her words and the tone of her voice we now had the attentionof more than our own group.

Madge took the book and stared at the drawing. "And I can guess who'lldrive the nails in," she grinned.

The picture showed Vera playing cards but it wasn't quite the Vera we sawin front of us and it wasn't cribbage they were playing. I'd titled it, 'StripPoker'. Vera sat bare chested, breasts sagging at the table, her look concentratingon the cards in her hand. Her flowery blouse and bra were on the table. Insteadof a long dark skirt, I'd shortened it and put a slit up the side to reveala considerable length of thigh. Vera looked like an old wanton trollop, gamblingher clothes without any regard for her modesty. However, the facial featureswere easily recognisable as Vera's.

"You daren't show her Jack!" Madge exclaimed. Gwen and Len tookthe book. By now the other groups were becoming curious as to what was happeningalthough the card players were ignoring it. John and Gladys took the book totheir group, which brought an outburst of raucous laughter.

Vera soon realised something was up. Everyone was looking at her and eitherlaughing out loud or smirking and trying to conceal their amusement. "Whathave you done now?" she demanded but for a while no one would let hersee. Eventually she managed to get hold of it and for a moment there was astunned silence. Tears sprang from her eyes as she ripped the page to shredsand ran from the room. I felt about an inch tall. The joke had misfired verybadly.

As a group we discussed what I could do to make amends but nobody came upwith a worthwhile suggestion. An apology didn't seem adequate and in any casefor the next three days she avoided being anywhere near me. Madge and I continuedto enjoy each other and I did move the bed away from the wall so the noisewouldn't disturb our neighbours. Even when we did all go on one of the coachexcursions, Vera and Heather studiously faced the front and never looked ateither Madge or me.

On the afternoon of the third day I saw Vera leave the hotel alone and walkalong the path that led towards the shore of the loch. I caught up with hersitting on a bench looking miserable. Before she knew I was there, I sat alongsideher and prevented her from getting up. "Miss Leavey," I started.Vera tried to turn away. "Miss Leavey, I know you don't think much ofme but at least you can hear my apology. I've racked my mind as to what elseI could do to make amends but I'm sure nothing I can say or do will make muchdifference. However, I do apologise. I went much too far in my efforts to takeup your challenge and in doing so I have spoilt your holiday and upset someof your friends. I'm very sorry. I just wish there was something I could doto make amends."

"Of course there is nothing that you or that whore you're sleeping withcan do. You made me look like a slut and made me the butt of everyone's jokes.What can you do to alter that?" She spat the words as me with considerablevenom. "You deserve a good thrashing for what you did. Now let me go.I don't want anyone to think I am as perverted as you."

"Would thrashing me help you get over this?" I asked.

"Probably not although it might help. Now let me go back."

"Okay," I said and stood up but still not letting her pass. Slippingmy belt from the loops of my trousers I gave it to her. "I'm going tolay myself over the fallen tree that's around the corner. If you want yourrevenge, bring the belt and use on my bottom. If not, leave it on this seatand go back to the hotel. I'll wait five minutes. It's hidden from view sono one will see us and you can do your worst." I remembered back to myschooldays and being made to bend over the headmaster's desk to receive a caning.I wasn't the most studious of boys and my drawings got me into trouble on morethan one occasion even then.

"You're not serious?" I assured her that I was and went to the log.For what seemed ages I just lay there, listening for any sound that might indicateshe was coming or even to hear her go back to the hotel. A twig snapped andI knew she was close by. I really wondered what I was letting myself in for.I'd been two-thirds sure she would go back but I was wrong. Closing my eyesI waited, imagining what she would do. Perhaps she was thinking of her schooldaystoo. Her first move really surprised me. Reaching round and without a wordshe undid my fly button and pulled my trousers and pants down just far enoughto bare my arse. This was not what I expected. It was going to be worse, muchworse.

"SPLAT!!" The pain as the belt landed was far more intense thanI thought possible. The old lady had more strength than I believed. Grippinga small branch and keeping my mouth tightly closed I tried to avoid cryingout. " SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!!" Vera laidthe belt on my bum hard and furiously. She was certainly intent on revenge. " SPLAT!!SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!!" I couldn't help but cry out with thepain but I held on to the branch and kept my position. I didn't want her smirkingand telling everyone that I couldn't take it. "SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!!SPLAT!!" Was it ever going to end? I'd almost decided to give in whenI heard Madge's voice, "That's enough now Vera. You've had your revenge."

Vera threw one last hit and tossed the belt to the ground. I winced and turnedthinking she had left but she just stood there looking horrified at what shehad done. "Sorry, sorry," she muttered, "I went too far."

"That makes two of us." I tried to smile through my pain as Madgehelped me to my feet and pulled up my pants and trousers. Vera must have seenmy prick but she didn't react in any way. Fortunately the pain of the thrashingwas too great for me to get an erection. Holding Madge's hand, I walked slowlyand stiffly back to our room. Vera hurried on ahead.

"I should have stopped it earlier," Madge said when she helped meinto the shower. "I should have but I thought it best to let Vera getit out of her system but in the end she didn't look as though she was awareof where she was or what she was doing."

"You saw it all?" I questioned.

"I saw you leave after Vera. I wanted to make sure you wouldn't do anythingto her but it was the other way round. I thought a bit of a spanking mightwarm you up ready for me when I heard your offer to her but didn't think shewould go that far. Once she started I didn't want you to feel I'd stepped intoo early. My God, your arse is going to be colourful for a day or two ? ora month or two." She looked at me and grinned, "Those muscles willbecome stiff if you don't get someone to massage them."

"Shall I ask Vera to do that?" I tried to joke but the pain wasstill pretty bad.

Madge lightly smacked me, "Yes, if you want a hiding from me to go withit."

A little before dinner, we left our room at the same time as Vera and Heather.Seeing us, Vera stopped intending we should go first but I went to her. "We'requits now Vera. The feud is over and for everyone's sake that is on this holiday,let's not start it up again. If we go into the hall together, everyone willknow that it is over or at least we will have agreed a truce. Share the liftwith us please." Vera didn't answer but kept fairly closely behind usas I hobbled along.

Daphne and the others wanted to know why I wasn't walking properly and whyI winced when I sat. I told them just loudly enough for Vera's table to hear, "Islipped down by the loch and landed rather hard." Daphne showed her disbeliefbut I told her privately that it was the only explanation she was getting.

"What if we make you the model at the next meeting?" I knew shewas fishing for an answer.

"I will reserve my right to wear clothing."

In bed that night, I knew and Madge knew, that I wouldn't be able to perform.I had an erection but my arse muscles didn't like moving, even after a Madgemassage. "Would you like me to suck it for you?" she asked, "Herbieliked me to do it especially in the days when I still had periods."

"Only if I can do it to you at the same time." That surprised her.For Herbie, it was a one way thing but she certainly seemed to enjoy my ministrationsas much as I did hers.

For the rest of the holiday, Vera only spoke to us when it was necessary todo so but neither did she berate us to others. For our part, Madge and I triednot to make sexual innuendoes when she was nearby and we made sure the bedheadnever touched the wall. I couldn't do too much the day following my beltingso I pottered in the activities room slapping some paint on hardboard panelswithout producing what I considered a worthwhile picture although I sold oneto a holidaymaker from Liverpool. I suggested to Madge that she went on thecoach outing but she preferred to stay with me. By the following day I wasstill tender but able to walk and sit without too much discomfort. The excursionwas to see a couple of castles and thinking Madge would like to go, I suggestedwe went. I sketched enough material to do a painting later and at the requestof two more guests, I did pencil portraits of them. We spent the morning ofthe final day by the loch. "There ought to be a mermaid sitting on thatrock, like the one in Denmark or somewhere," Madge suggested.

"And you ought to be the mermaid," I joked, "In fact you willbe the mermaid."

We returned to the hotel and I sat Madge on the bathroom stool in the poseI wanted and produced some sketches. Most of that afternoon I spent in theactivities room working up the painting of the loch with Madge tastefully posedon the rock, her mermaid's tail curved gracefully around the base. I did giveher a slightly more youthful body but the face was unmistakably Madge. I'djust finished when Daphne, Jean and a crowd of others came in and after someserious and some ribald comments, Daphne carried it gleefully into the loungeto show the others. Vera saw it but made no comment.

The end of the holiday should have seen the end of my 'marriage' to Madgebut after a couple of days apart she came round to my studio and asked if Iwould like to extend my 'marriage' to her. We'd had a lot of fun on the weekaway, so how could I refuse?

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