Chapter 11. Life with the Parson
"I really wonder if she will come back?" Milly asked Gee for the umpteenth time
that day. All morning they had discussed Jess's utter humiliation of the
previous afternoon and evening. "In one way I am sorry for her. I know what it
is like to be treated like that but it also felt great to be in command and
getting my own back."
"We didn't actually hurt her much, not compared to the cane but we sure did
embarrass her during the cooking and eating of the meal," Gee replied. The two
continued to laugh and chatter about what they might do if she did return but
their conversation was soon interrupted.
"Will you two girls quieten DOWN! How can I get any work done with that racket
going on?" Roger stood in the doorway of his office. "I'm behind schedule with
this novel now and I can't concentrate with you shouting and laughing outside my
door." Neither of the girls had seen him this angry before. "The events of the
last few weeks still invade my mind and I cannot conjure up the pictures of my
characters and the situations they are in."
"That's not our fault," said Gee.
"Either you work quietly or you'll both end up bent over the armchair and have
your arses warmed again."
"Promises, promises, always promises," quipped Gee.
"Sorry Roger," Milly sounded as if she were indeed sorry, "If it would help I
can read your work out loud to you. I did voluntary work for the RNIB talking
book service for the blind at one time. I could record it on tape and you could
play it back until your mind was living the events."
"Thanks Milly, but for the moment all I need is a bit of peace." Roger closed
the door again.
"Now I'd better get some more typing done." Gee whispered, "Would you like to
record what I've written so I can re-live the events?"
"If you listened to a recording of what you've written, you'd be so horny you'd
hump the tape machine!" Milly and Gee laughed quietly. They both knew Roger
would carry out his threat if they weren't quiet.
"Will it disturb you if I sketch you at work?" Milly asked.
"Not as long as you don't want me to hold a set pose." Gee opened the old
accounts book and as was her usual practice, went through the last paragraph
again.
'Without further ado he pulled my hair, forcing my lips closer to his member and
made me suck it until he spurted his sperm down my throat. He pointed out the
bed in the corner, and the pail for my bodily functions and left saying he would
see me in the morning. It was in fact nearly dawn then.
I must have slept because the next thing I knew was the Parson was in the room.
Light filtered through the tiny window. In the gloom, I could see he was wearing
a night-shirt and had brought some food and water. He placed them by my crude
bed and left saying he would get some candles. I was eating when he returned
with stubs of large altar candles. He lit one and made me stand and turn round
several times to have a good look at me. His hands were soon exploring every
part of my body. "You'll do very nicely," he said as he drew his nightshirt over
his head and I saw his pizzle in good light for the first time. Moments later I
was on the bed and it was inside me pumping its seed. Parson, for that is all I
knew of him at that time and the name I most frequently used, appeared very
dissatisfied because he had spewed his juices so quickly and made me take his
sticky member in my mouth to harden it again. When it did not respond, he left
the room still without his night-shirt and returned a short time later with a
tall leathern tube containing what I knew to be birches.
Taking a bound bundle of rods from the tube and shaking liquid from them her
ordered me to stand and bend over. I pleaded but received two strokes of the
birch for my words. The first landed across my stomach and the second on the
front of my thighs. "Lady Elizabeth, you will do exactly as I order. I told you
last night I had bought you and you are mine to use as I please. Never question
my right to whip you. And whip you I will. Good and hard. Now do as you were
told." I did and he brought that wicked bundle of twigs crashing down on my
bottom which had still not fully recovered from its attentions on the ship. I
cried out and tried to stand but he ordered me to remain in position. The second
stroke knocked me to the floor which angered him more and I took several more
blows across my shoulders and bottom whilst lying there sobbing unable to move.
Turning me over he angrily belabored my poor breasts with the birch and then
laid it several times on the tender parts between my legs. It seems the beating
of me had the desired effect on his pizzle and I was once again thrown on the
blankets and he rogered me. It was a very painful experience but this time he
seemed satisfied. I only lay in agony. My back and front were a mass of welts
and having his portly frame on top added to my pain but as he kept reminding me,
I was there for his pleasure, not mine.
So began my life here in what he called the crypt. Fortunately I wasn't beaten
too often but when I was, it was truly a painful experience.
Parson was a man of moods. Most days I was treated quite kindly. He brought me
food and water and occasionally a little wine or brandy. I suspected the latter
came from the brigantine we had sailed on but could not prove it. He removed my
toilet bucket each day. Often we would spend an hour or so conversing on various
subjects and during one of these when he found I could read and write and use
figures, he set me to checking his accounts. These are the accounts at the front
of this ledger. He recorded the monies he paid to the smugglers for their goods
and the money received from sales. Of the profit, a tithe went to the Lord of
the Manor for what he called protection.
He brought a large beautifully illuminated bible for me to read and two prayer
books in Latin. Finding I knew the language, he engaged me in translating the
prayers into English, mainly he said, for him to use as sermons. It wasn't too
long before I became his scribe and did other documents and texts for him. This
amused me and helped to wile away the long hours I was alone and kept my mind
occupied. For this work, he brought in a school type desk and a stool and the
pens and ink I needed.
Most days he would come at least once to take his pleasure with my body but on
several occasions, when he had to go away he left me sufficient food and water
for the time he expected to be away. Once it was for a week but usually it was
two days at most. Although, I was never sure whether I would be treated kindly
or be beaten when he was at home, I hated the loneliness of this underground
room when he was away and longed for his return.
One other piece of furniture he brought in was one I didn't wish. The whipping
bench you will see by the wall next to the door. He seemed very annoyed that I
could not just bend down and take the full force of the birch without being
knocked over. With the bench brought to the centre of the room I could be
strapped to the bench face up or face down and punished to the full extent of
his desire and he could roger me afterwards without having to remove the straps.
I have spent many hours sobbing on that piece of woodwork.'
Gee rubbed her eyes. She'd been typing too long and needed a cup of tea. While
she was concentrating on her typing, Milly had brought down her paint box with
its built in easel and was putting the final touches to the watercolour
portrait. As Gee rose, she looked up too but wouldn't allow Gee to see it. "It's
not finished," she whispered.
Gee made the tea and brought it in. "Toss you to see who takes Big Rog his." Gee
laughed.
"You take it, you're his wife," Milly teased.
"Not exactly!" Gee replied, "I just keep him amused in bed and do the
housework."
"Exactly!" Milly laughed.
"He seems in a better mood now," Gee stated as she sat with Milly to drink their
tea. "Aren't you going to let me see the painting?"
"It's for Roger."
"So you're giving my 'husband' presents now? Are you trying to seduce him away
from me? I thought you were a woman only girl."
"I am... I was .... I don't know but I'm not going to take Rog away from you.
I'm too old for him anyway. Seeing you two together though has somewhat altered
my opinion of men. Maybe if a man comes along...?"
"Milly? Do you get lonely at nights now you have your own room?"
"I guess I do although I hadn't thought about it too much but when I hear you
two at it, I feel I wouldn't mind if I had someone loving me."
"Do we make that much noise?" Gee giggled knowing they did. "We'll have to try
and be quieter."
"No! Gee. Don't let me stop you enjoying yourselves. In a way I like to hear it
but ...."
"It makes you horny and there is no one to relieve you."
"Sorta."
"Milly, when you get into that state, come and lay alongside me, like you did
when we were too sore to move. Rog won't mind and I'll be pleased to help you.
Long as you don't expect me to allow him to screw you. I'm his 'wife' remember.
"What are you two whispering about? Whose wife?" Roger entered the room. "What
have you been up to?"
"I spell checked it as I went along so there shouldn't be any mistakes for you
to punish me for master," Gee giggled, "Milly's been painting me but won't show
it."
"I needed to finish it first and in any case it isn't for you, your husb..
master might not want you to see it."
Roger peeped at the painting, "Is that beautiful face really Geegee? Milly it is
very good, very good indeed." He gave the artist a hug and a kiss. "We must get
it framed."
"And put it in the box with all those other old pictures I suppose." Gee sounded
slightly annoyed. "And before I even see it too." Roger turned the picture
towards her and Gee's face lit up. "Wow! How can you do that. It's better than a
photograph!" she exclaimed and gave Milly a hug and a kiss.
Milly didn't let her go immediately but returned the kiss with passion. Roger
noticing Gee wasn't pulling away, suggested the pair go upstairs. "I'd like to
do another half hours work on the novel so we'll start dinner then. It's only
left-overs to warm up. You can have a little play but make sure you're back down
in the kitchen on time. There'll be sore bums again if I have to fetch you."
Roger did have to fetch them. When he looked in, Gee was on top of Milly, her
head between the older woman's legs sucking and nibbling her clit. Milly
appeared to be servicing Gee in the same way. Both were too far into what they
were doing to worry about intruders and both were close to orgasms to even think
about stopping. Roger's cock hardened inside his trousers. Gee cried out as her
climax came but continued to work on her friend until she too came. For some
moments they lay still on top of each other, relaxed and savouring the smells
and juices emanating the sexual organs close to their noses.
"Roger!" Milly's panic cry roused both of them.
Gee sized up the situation immediately. "Come here dear," she said, "It looks
like you need attention too." Moving from Milly she removed his trousers and
pants and pushed him on the bed. Roger's cock stood straight our from his body.
Milly went to get dressed but Gee told her to come and help. They both lay
either side of Roger and Gee started to suck his cock. "Count ten slowly," she
ordered Milly. At ten Gee passed the cock to Milly and started to count to ten
herself. "Whoever swallows his spunk is the winner," she managed to say between
counts. "Loser gets the spanking for both." After only five counts of ten, Milly
took all of Roger seed in her mouth and swallowed.
"Seductive bitch," laughed Gee the to Roger she added, "Dinner will be even
later if you waste time by spanking me."
"So be it," Roger laughed to as he pulled Gee over his lap. She felt his stick
prick against her belly. "Milly hold her legs wide open, I think I will try
smacking her like you did to Jess." Gee's cunt was still puffy and swollen from
it earlier attentions but Roger didn't hit hard. He did make her squeal though.
