Chapter 10. Jessica's story
During his usual Thursday visit to town, Roger called in at the Job Centre and
asked for Miss Matthews. "She's off sick," he was told but the girl wouldn't
give any more details. That same afternoon Roger took Milly to her house and not
receiving any reply to their knock, went in and collected her stuff. Roger
admired and praised some of her paintings that adorned the walls. Mostly they
were of scenes and buildings but there was a particularly good likeness of
Jessica. It was fortunate Roger had a large car for Milly had over the years,
accumulated a considerable amount of clothing and other stuff. Eventually they
packed it all without sorting and returned to the Old Rectory. Milly brought
most of her pictures except for ones she said she had specifically given to
Jessica as presents and of course, the portrait.
Over the next two days, Milly rearranged her room to her liking. A table was
found in another room and put under the window where the light was good and
Milly made that area her 'studio'.
Saturday evening Roger spoke to them over dinner. "Ladies, you are both now able
to get around quite well and although I know you are not fully fit, I think the
time has come when we should once again start working on the house. Gee that was
the prime reason I employed you but now as you know there are other
considerations. I know you are both keen to get on with this book and I am keen
for you to do it but I do want to get this place in a little better shape. To
get some of the other rooms cleared and the whole place decorated. So what I
suggest is this. From Monday you will spend at least four hours in the morning
working on the house or house work. In the afternoon you do the work you want to
do provided dinner is not neglected. We can be flexible about this, if you wish
to work on your stuff in the morning and the house in the afternoon or evening,
that's fine. Or even a whole day on the house and a day on the book. As I said,
we can be flexible but I do want to see some work being done to make this place
a little more presentable."
"Thank you Prime Minister!" laughed Gee. "I think we can agree to that can't we
Milly?"
"We have to live her too, so yes we should try and smarten things up for our own
benefit," Milly agreed.
Sunday was to be a free day. A day for doing whatever they wanted. All were
relaxing in lounge, Milly sketching, Roger reading a novel and Gee pecking at a
typing exercise, when "Boom, Boom Boom". Someone was at the door. Gee answered
it. Jessica stood on the step with a taxi waiting behind her.
"What do you want, bitch?" Gee greeted the woman, "I don't think you will be
very welcome here."
"I know and I won't stay. I've come to apologise and to give you this." Jessica
spoke quietly. Gee noticed she was shaking and there were tears in her eyes. Her
face seemed markedly paler and there was now an air of uncertainly about her, an
air of blankness. She handed over a long box which from its label had originally
held a billiard cue.
Seeing how Jessica now looked Gee relented and suggested, "If you are going to
apologise, you had better come in. We are going to make some tea shortly so if
you wish to stay send your taxi away."
Milly's face went white when Jessica entered the room and she noticed the box in
Gee's hand. "NO!" She cried out in alarm.
"I'm sorry Mildred, I didn't intend to frighten you. I came to say how sorry I
was for what I had done. I am getting treatment through my work's medical
scheme. They said I had a medical condition not unlike schizophrenia whereby I
change character completely when something triggers it. In my case it was having
someone helpless. I know it got worse over the previous months. Each time you
were helpless I had to go further than I had before until last......" Jessica's
voiced trailed off and then picked up again, "I could have killed you and
Gertrude if Roger hadn't arrived. My treatments are making me remember and that
is very painful, mentally and physically."
"But why have you brought the box? Surely you don't expect to use it again?"
Milly asked. She obviously knew what it contained, although the others could
guess."
"I brought it for Roger to use. You quite liked it when I used it on you at
first and Gee has experimented a little in that direction too. Roger would, I
believe, be able to control its use much better than I did. First though, I want
it used on me." Jessica opened the box and produced a long cane. "It was the
most expensive one in the catalogue," she went on as she stroked its smooth
polished surface shining in the light and showed them the intricate rope work on
the handle. "It's much better than a twig," Jessica added as she handed the cane
to Roger.
Roger, who had been dumbfounded until now, thanked her for it saying, "It will
probably be safer in my hands although I doubt if it will get much use.
Certainly I won't be using it on the girls for a while. And no, I won't be using
it on you either. I've seen the suffering Gee and Milly have gone through. I
might lose control and then regret the suffering I cause."
"I understand, but it might help my rehabilitation if I felt some of the
suffering I inflicted. Before I ask you to call a taxi for me, please let me
explain a little of what my psychologist drew out of my background." Roger
nodded, Gee and Milly were not sure they wanted to know and said so.
"Jessica is sick in the sense that it means 'ill'. Getting the story off her
chest may help her recover, so I think we should hear it," Roger told them.
Somewhat reluctantly the others agreed to listen.
"When I was about twelve years old," Jessica began her story, "I had a girl
friend whose mother and father were very strict with her. One day we were out
playing in the fields and didn't notice the time and when we realized we would
be late for tea we rushed back but she fell on the way and got her clothes very
muddy. Her mother and father were very angry at us and told my friend, Mary, to
take her dress off. Mary was crying as she had some idea she was to be punished.
In my innocence I thought it was to get her dress washed. Mary's mother then
ordered her to lie over her lap which she did. Her father pulled her knickers
right off and said to me. "I cannot punish you but you must watch her get hers."
I admit I was fascinated by the sight of my friend's bottom and open hairless
sex. Father handed his wife a hairbrush and she spanked Mary's bottom hard until
the poor girl was sobbing and her flesh was red all over. I had a strange
tingling inside my thighs and even at that age had some idea what it was. When I
thought her punishment was over she was passed to her father who proceeded to
overlay her redness with stripes from his belt. Poor Mary then had to sit naked
alongside me at the table while we ate tea. Afterwards her mother suggested I
should put cream on Mary's bottom. I did this in the privacy of her bedroom and
even played with her pussy which she seemed to like. This was the start of my
liking for punishing girls and of my lesbian tendencies. My relationship with
Mary continued for some years and I got to punish her myself and we made love
many times.
At university, I found another girl who I could dominate and punish and
eventually we were able to share a room together and even for a while
afterwards. She did all the house chores and I punished her if they weren't up
to standard. At that time I had a nice leather tawse. Later Mildred came along.
I treated her the same but then bought the cane. Every time I wielded the cane
or strap I left my real world and became a mistress with a slave who had to be
punished severely. Sometimes I was a plantation owner, sometimes Cleopatra or
Katherine the Great or a Roman empress and the girl under my control was just
there for punishment and my pleasure. And I did get great pleasure from seeing
the seeing the stripes appear and hearing the squeals and screams knowing I was
in control, knowing I had power, power to cause pain and suffering just for my
pleasure. Afterwards I made love with the girls and gave them some pleasure too.
It was also why I liked my job. I had power there too. Power to withhold money
or cause people to do things they really didn't want to do, especially girls."
Jessica paused and looked at Gee. "Sorry," she said, "I knew you didn't want
most of the schemes I sent you on."
"Sodding Bitch," was Gee's succinct reply.
"Now, although my psychologist hasn't said so, I feel that the only way for me
to get better and off the drugs I have to take now, is to submit myself to the
same sort of punishment and humiliation as I have been dishing out. Submitting
to a man would be even worse. Roger, will you tie me to the post and punish me
like I punished the girls? Punish me hard and cruelly and make me submit to you
in any way you wish as a helpless slave."
Everyone was taken aback by the request particularly Roger. "Jessica, let me get
this clear. You are asking me to strip you naked, tie you up, thrash you with
this cane as hard as I want anywhere I want and afterwards to fuck you?"
"Y....e....s," Jessica said slowly and quietly, "It's not that I want to feel
the pain and yet in a way, I do. It is more than that. I believe until I have
been on the receiving end and know what it is like to fully be at the mercy of
another and have to take all the pain he or she can give, then I will keep
reverting to my second self."
"Jessica, you have never allowed a man to fuck you," Milly piped up.
"Just too afraid of losing control." Jessica hung her head again.
There was silence for a few moments Then Roger spoke. "Girls, how about making
us a pot of tea while I consider this. I don't want to make a snap decision that
I will regret and possibly you will regret too. Tea came and they all made
awkward conversation all wondering what Roger would say. Gee dearly wanted to
see the biddy bitch get her arse caned but Milly was more circumspect. She
wondered if the violence to Jessica would just increase her meanness.
"Jessica, Jess everyone here uses a short version of their name, this is what I
have decided to do. I am not going to give you a thrashing today. It is too
close to the time you whipped the girls so terribly and I don't think you have
thought about it long enough yourself to know if you are correct in your
assumptions that it will help cure you. It will also give the treatment you are
getting now a chance to work. I suggest you go home until Friday week, four
weeks, a month after you beat the girls. If you still believe being at our mercy
as a slave then on that day, come here with an overnight bag and the few things
you might need for a weekend stay. You will only need clothes to arrive and
leave in. Once you enter our door on that day you will come under our control,
the girls and mine. They will be your mistresses just as I will be your master.
Whether you decide to come here is your choice. We will not influence you either
way. Understood?" Jessica nodded.
Roger continued, "Today, to give you a foretaste of what might be in store for
you, you are going to strip naked except for your shoes and socks, the stone
floors are not good for bare feet, and lie over the back of the armchair and
take ten bare hand smacks on your backside from each of us. Afterwards you are
to help the girls prepare our evening meal. If there is a risk of hot fat
splashing on you, then you can wear an apron, otherwise you will remain naked.
The girls are your mistresses and are allowed to do as they will with you
however humiliating. They are not allowed to use the cane on you though. And I
will not fuck you. Understood?" Jessica again nodded "I'll give you ten minutes
to make up your mind. If you are in this room when the clock strikes 3:30 you
will undress and prepare to have your bum smacked and allow your body to be
played with by us all. If you decide not to undertake this trial, go to the
porch and I will drive you home." Roger took the girls into the kitchen closing
the door behind them. They washed the teacups and waited anxiously. It seemed a
long ten minutes.
Ding, dong ding dong. The trio filed back into the lounge. Jessica was
unbuttoning her dress.
They watched in silence as she peeled her matronly clothing from her plump
figure. No one would have called her a beauty queen even twenty years ago, but
she had what is sometimes called a cuddly figure. Full breasts, full arse and
plenty of flesh in between. She hesitated momentarily when down to bra and
knickers, but went on to remove them without being told.
"Turn round Jess," Roger commanded. She did. "Again." Again she complied. "Good,
now over the armchair." Without a murmur she did as she was told. Gee tied her
wrists to the front legs of the chair while Roger tied her ankles at the back.
"She's not going far now Rog," Gee laughed, "And there is plenty of spanking
space on her bum. Can I go first?" Roger told her to carry on. "Is it ten total
or ten per cheek," Gee asked knowing full well what the answer was but it made
Jess realise just how much at their mercy she was.
"Why don't we just do ten total to start with Gee and then if we think it is
necessary repeat it again. That way our hands will have a rest." Gee spanked her
hardest and succeeded in making Jess cry out. Roger rubbed his hands over the
warmed flesh and into her crack. Jess flinched knowing it was the first time a
man's finger had felt in that place.
Milly took her place alongside Jess and surprised everyone by asking Gee to
kneel down between the woman's legs and force her knees apart as far as
possible. "Oh no, Millicent, not there, not with everyone watching. Please."
"Be quiet Jess, you did this to me enough times." Jess's cunt was now well
displayed and Milly standing alongside the victims right hip brought her hand
down lengthways to the arse crease and landed a smart hard blow right on her
vaginal lips. Jess cried and howled but Milly laid all ten on the same place.
"Feel how warm she is there now Rog," Milly suggested. He did. Her slit was also
moist.
Gee felt her as well and pushed two fingers right inside. "She's no virgin even
if she hasn't had a man's cock," she commented.
Roger took his turn and smacked both cheeks very hard, five times. His mind
recalled the suffering this woman had caused his loved one and Milly. "Do we get
to repeat the performance Rog?" asked Gee.
"Perhaps, but I think we'll wait until we see how she behaves in the kitchen.
Untie her now."
"Wait a moment please," Milly chimed in, "There is something I would like to do
although I have never done it with others watching." She knelt behind Jess and
pushed her face to the woman's cunt and started tonguing the opening. Jess
started to respond and was soon half unwillingly moving her bottom on the
Milly's face. All who watched could see Jess was building up to a huge climax.
Milly pulled her face away, "Let's untie her and start dinner."
"Please Millicent, don't stop, please...."
Smack! "You did that to me enough times, biddy bitch." Milly still had some
feeling for her late mistress but they were being overridden by remembrance of
the whipping she had received.
"I do need to go to the toilet, please," Jess begged.
"And it looks as if Rog needs some relief too," Gee remarked as she felt his
hard cock through his trousers, "We all had to pee while he watched after she
punished us, lets all watch her and give Roger's cock an airing at the same
time."
Despite her protests Jess was taken to the bathroom and sat on the toilet. She
cried out as her sore arse hit the wooden seat and again tried to protest as Gee
forced her knees apart. "Remember this is only a taste of what you will get if
you come back in a couple of weeks," she said, "And taste is going to be the
right word." Her hands quickly opened Roger's flies and remove his throbbing
cock and pulled it to Jess. "Roger said he wouldn't fuck you but you are going
to get his spunk in your belly if by a different route. Open your mouth biddy
bitch!" Only when Gee nipped the woman's nipples did she reluctantly comply.
"You had better work that mouth more than that biddy bitch. If he hasn't shot
his load in double quick time, I will take his belt and whip your tits and then
make you try again."
"It is her first time Gee," Milly pointed out.
Roger assisted by gently holding Jess's head and moving his hips back and forth.
He hadn't intended to do this but now the warmth of her mouth around his shaft
felt so nice he was going to continue until he shot his load. Something he did a
few minutes later. "Lick my cock nice and clean," he ordered the blushing woman,
"Swallow it all down." Jess had looked around to see where she spit out the
stuff but now she knew they weren't going to let her.
When Roger returned his cock inside his trousers, Jess went to tear a sheet of
paper to wipe herself but Gee stopped her. "Roger will do that for you like he
did for us after our thrashing."
