Chapter 4. Escape
"I have to go to the shops this morning Maureen. Normally I wouldn't go to town
for another couple of days but I didn't allow for two of us eating, and as you
know I don't have a freezer. I should only be gone an hour. Anything you would
specially like me to get for you?"
"Just get whatever, you like," replied Maureen. "I eat most things." That was
the longest sentence he'd had from her since the previous afternoon. Perhaps she
is coming round again. Putting his arms around her shoulders and giving her a
hug and a kiss he left with a cheery, "Shan't be long."
"Nor will I," Maureen said to herself as she watched him peddle down the
driveway and along the lane. Immediately she dressed. He hadn't hidden her
clothes nor her bicycle so she wasn't a prisoner. Ten minutes later she too
cycled along the lane but her destination was Stradbury, the next village.
That night she lay alone in her own bed. She'd fixed herself only a makeshift
meal. It seemed hardly worth doing anything for one person. All day and all
evening she wondered if he would turn up on the doorstep. He's said he wouldn't.
He'd also said she could go back but would get a hiding if she did. But what did
that really mean? All he'd said was she'd have a very sore arse and an extension
to her week.
Crying in fits and starts, Maureen lay awake for what seemed most of the night
reviewing what had happened. She wondered what her daughter and grandchildren
would have said if they arrived home to find their mother had committed suicide
through loneliness. They would probably have been overcome with guilt. Had she
really wanted to do it. In the microseconds after taking what should have been
the fatal leap she wanted to jump back but it was too late. She was enveloped in
water. The nightmare of the enveloping water.
Her mind dwelt on the care he lavished on her then cut to the savage beating and
the rapes. Or were they rapes she asked herself? Her mind was in complete
turmoil. It seemed she heard the clock downstairs strike every half hour and
still she couldn't sleep. At 3.45 she got up and made tea and sat in the
armchair for an hour. Still her mind raged war with itself. Eventually she dozed
and woke at 6:02. What a coincidence she thought.
Not needing to go out for food because she still had the Christmas stock, she
pottered about the house doing little chores but every so often she had to stop
and have a cry. No one came round to see her and she felt she couldn't go out
and face the world after what she had done or at least tried to do. That evening
she had a bath and looked at her arse in the full length mirror. It still felt
tender and she could see the pale stripes the rule had made but they weren't as
vivid as they were and she could sit in relative comfort. Only if she sat down
hard on a wooden seat did she notice any pain.
That night too she lay sleepless. The debate in her mind tore her from one side
of the argument to the other. Should she stay here on her own or go and face the
punishment with Eric? In the end she tried to determine which was worse, the
mental hell she was going through now and the physical punishment she would
receive if she went back to him. But how much punishment would he give her? More
than the six on Boxing Day of that she was certain. And what other perverted
things would she be forced to perform? She'd already done anal sex even if it
was tied down and she'd been promised she would have to suck him off. Would that
be too disgusting? She knew what he tasted like from the cleaning rituals.
"Boing! Boing! Boing!" Three a.m. Maureen dressed and put on her outdoor
clothes. It was blowing quite hard and beginning to rain. The northerly wind had
turned the weather much colder. She started walking. Her cycle had no lights and
she would have longer to make up her mind. As she saw it there were three
choices. To turn back and go home; to go to Eric's and to go again to the weir.
After her last experience, the weir was rejected.
Half an hour later she stood cold and damp under the streetlight at the end of
his drive. It was a now or never decision time. Heavy rain with snow in it
started falling. The decision was made. It was too wet and cold to walk all the
way back. Bravely she rang the bell twice. A light appeared upstairs. Footsteps.
Hall light on. Outside light on and then a stooping figure shape peering through
the peephole. Door opens. "Come in Maureen, you look cold and wet again." Eric
gave her a big hug and a kiss, "Welcome home. Take your wet things off in the
kitchen" Where had she heard that before? With no heat on at that time of night,
Eric huddled Maureen upstairs and soon both were under the duvet and closely
locked in each others arms. "This is just to warm you Maureen," he laughed.
For the first time since she left this house, Maureen slept and didn't awaken
till the clock showed 8:08. Reaching out she found she was alone in bed. Padding
to the bathroom, Maureen called out, "Eric?" No reply but the aroma of coffee
wafted up the stair well. Finding the old gown she used before she went to the
kitchen. A note on the counter next to the coffee machine said, "Had to go to
town. Back about 10. Let you sleep for once. You seemed exhausted."
Sipping her coffee Maureen read the note over and over. 'Let you sleep for once'
sounded as if he was still going to be in control. How would he punish her?
When? How severe? He hadn't mentioned it last night. How long would he keep her
in suspense? Worrying about it?
*****
"Maureen?" Silence. "Not up yet? Gone again?" After dumping the shopping in the
kitchen he went upstairs. Bed empty but made. Down again, mood not good. Into
the lounge. Maureen was there. Bent naked over the back of the couch her well
presented arse still showing feint signs of its previous punishment. Alongside
lay the heavy plastic rule. No words were spoken. None were needed.
"Well dear, it just seems to be a question of how many." A shiver passed along
Maureen's body. "Six was enough for a minor refusal but running away deserves
much more. Shall we say a couple of dozen?" A wave a panic. Six tied down was
bad. Holding herself down for twenty-four would be terrible and she wasn't sure
if she could do it. She had offered herself to get it over with but now was
having second thoughts. Perhaps he would have forgotten. Perhaps he would have
just fucked her. It was too late now he'd picked up the rule.
"This will be a real test of the rule.... and you," he added. "If I have to bind
you it will be an extra dozen. And another dozen if you scream so loud I have to
gag you."
"Oh God, no." Maureen thought, "I've made a big mistake this time. I'll never
take a dozen without needing to be tied and gagged. I can't get away now
either." She heard Eric swish the rule through the air a couple of times.
"Ready?" Eric didn't wait for an answer. "WHACK!!" the rule descended with
considerable force across both buttocks. It took all Maureen's control to keep
gripping the front of the couch and only emit a controlled "Aargh!" "He'll cut
me to pieces," she thought.
Eric felt the livid raised stripe. "Tender?" he asked. Maureen only groaned. He
raised the rule again but at the last moment pulled back so it stung but hardly
marked the flesh. Before she could recover from the shock of not having the
severe pain, the third, fourth and fifth strokes followed in quick succession.
All were pulled at the last moment. Maureen wriggled. "Stay still," he
commanded.
By the twelfth she had become used to the sting. "WHACK!!" the rule again
descended hard for the 'unlucky' thirteenth. The unexpected force and pain
caused her to jerk up and cry out loudly. Her hands flew to her tortured bum
flesh almost before she realised.
"Do I tie you and give you the extras?" Eric enquired.
Despite the pain Maureen draped herself once more over the couch. The light
stinging cuts continued until the nineteenth when once again she received a full
force stroke. She half expected more hard ones after the thirteenth so was
better able to control herself .Even so it took considerable effort on her part.
Stinging cuts again until the last. Pausing for a moment to rub and feel the
three raised welts and to admire the surrounding very pink flesh he said, "Last
one."
Knowing it would be a real stinger, Maureen braced herself. She was not wrong.
It cut diagonally across the other three welts and shot fire and pain through
her whole body. Once more she jerked up and cried out. Eric gave her a few
moments to rub herself and then ordered her to bend over again.
"Please Eric, no more. You gave me the two dozen."
"Bend over!" Despondently she did so. The zzzz of a zipper. Maureen knew what he
wanted now. His cock entered. She was still a little dry and the pain was
horrible each time he touched her arse. Eric played at her entrance until
moisture flowed and then took his pleasure hard and fast. His hands squeezed her
tits and twisted her nipples. He was on a sexual high. Maureen was not far
behind.
*****
Later and calmer sitting on soft cushions and with salve on her arse they sat
drinking tea. Eric mentioned, "We have yet to discus the extension to your term
because of absence without leave."
"Shall we just make it an indefinite term Eric dear?" Maureen replied as she
hugged and kissed him.
Finis
