Chapter Two. Meeting with Brother Patrick
"Give me your hand." Ernie stood on the path at the top of the seawall and
thrust his to Erica who was still struggling up the slippery damp grass slope.
It was dawn and there had been a heavy shower overnight. Not unusual for mid
May. Everywhere was wet although the weather was now clear and looked like it
should be a fine day. The rain drubbing on the small caravan roof had kept them
both awake for while but Ernie was glad he was inside the van and not in a tent.
Although she wouldn't admit it, Erica was too. She just complained of the noise.
The previous evening had been one of guarded silence until they began to discus
a plan of action for the morning. What should have been a consensus plan of
action turned into a raging argument with Erica wanting to keep their presence
secret and Ernie pointing out the caravan was conspicuous enough so they might
as well show themselves as genuine bird watchers. There was no consensus. Ernie
decided his way was right and declared he was going on the seawall at first
light to study the waders as the flood tide came over the mud flats. Pissed off,
Erica undressed and put on pyjamas in the tiny bathroom and went to bed. Ernie
just had a glimpse of one breast as she crawled into the bunk opposite and only
a few feet away from him.
"Brrrrr! Brrrrrr! Brrrrr!" Erica heard the alarm and opened her eyes to see
Ernie getting out of bed. Even in the dim light she could see the front of his
pyjamas were tented out. "Pervert!" she said to herself and then added, "I
wonder if he was thinking of me? Did I cause that erection?" Truth was it was
just Ernie's early morning piss hard. She watched Ernie through half-closed eyes
as put the kettle on and then went to the bathroom. While he was gone, Erica
took the opportunity to quickly don her clothes. She wasn't giving him any
chance look at her body and neither was she going to let him start this
investigation alone.
"Morning," Ernie greeted her on his return to the room, "You coming with me?"
"Well I wouldn't want you to get lost or anything, would I?" Erica sarcastically
replied at the same time noting his erection had gone down. She went to the loo
and found she could see through the space where the door didn't close tightly
into the bedroom. Ernie was lowering his pyjamas and pulling on his underpants.
This time she had a good if restricted view of his cock. It hung down limp but
bigger than the few others she had seen or felt.
Now, dressed in camouflaged outdoor clothing and Wellington boots, they made
their way to the seawall. Ernie suggested they take a longer but less steep
route up the seawall but mainly because he had suggested it, Erica went straight
up the slope. Unfortunately it was more slippery than she expected and by the
time she had almost reached the top, Ernie had arrived and was offering his
hand. Independent as ever, she refused to accept it. It was her undoing. Her
boots slipped and as she slid back she made a desperate grab and gripped Ernie
around his ankles. Unprepared and slightly off balance, he tumbled over and
rolled with her down the to the base of the wall. Ernie found himself against
Erica's breasts with his binoculars pressed painfully into both their stomachs.
Infuriated and somewhat humiliated at having Ernie lying on top of her in a
rather compromising position, Erica started striking at his face with clenched
fists. "Get off me you oaf!" she yelled, "Get off you pervert!" As he lifted
himself Erica sent a punch to his balls. It connected but fortunately for him,
the power she could exert from her position, although painful, wasn't enough to
disable him.
"You bitch. This is your fault. You refuse my help and brought us both down!"
Ernie's anger rose. "Now you seek to blame me. No way bitch. You're the one
who's going to pay. I've had enough of your bitchiness, even if it costs me this
fucking job." Erica glared at him. She could no longer fight. Her wrists were
gripped in his hands.
"Get off me you fucking bastard!"
Ernie did but not in the way she expected. He lifted his body enough to flip the
woman under him face down on the wet grass and then sat down on her back, facing
her feet.
"Get off! Get off me fucker. Get off we have a job to do!" Erica's yells were
lost in the open countryside. They only served to scare away the birds they had
supposedly come to watch.
Calmly but with a heart full of anger, Ernie ignored her orders. "For once
bitch," he said to himself, "You are going to get the hiding you deserve. The
hiding you need. You've made my life hell for months now. I could have had a
better position in the office if it wasn't for you." These thoughts and more ran
through his mind as his hands pushed the elasticated waistband of her trousers
down to her knees. Feeling the cool air on her bottom, Erica renewed her
invective and included "Rape and rapist" amongst the other swear words. She
struggled but his weight on her back and now with his knees on her arms, she
could do little but yell. At this stage she wasn't going to beg. At dawn in that
lonely place only the birds and rabbits would hear her.
Still keeping his weight on her back, Ernie pushed her pink knickers down to
join the waist of her trousers at her knees. Erica's plump arse was now fully
exposed and Ernie wasted little time in changing its white colour to a livid
red. "Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!" There was no pause
between the blows laid alternately with right and left hand unheeding the
invective, and then pleading that came from Erica. "If I lose the job because of
this, so be it," Ernie muttered, "It will be worth it."
"Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!" Ernie laid on perhaps a hundred hard
blows until his hand became too sore and Erica was reduced to a sobbing wreck.
For a few minutes he continued to sit on Erica's back and allowed his hands to
feel the flesh he'd made so hot. Inwardly he felt a great sense of elation. The
bitch that has thwarted him for so long had last been made to pay. With some
reluctance, he pulled her knickers up causing Erica to cry out loudly as the
elastic scraped her sore bum and then again as he pulled her trousers up.
"You sodding fucking bastard, I'll have you in court for this," Erica screamed
at him as he started to rise.
Ernie promptly sat down again. "Listen Erica," he said quietly, "I can easily
bare your arse again and stripe it with the strap from my binoculars. Even if
you take me to court, I wouldn't get any more for doing that so are you going to
behave?" The quietness of his voice alarmed his companion. It was more menacing
that his usual bouts of angry words. "Are you?" Ernie asked again. Erica merely
nodded. Inwardly she determined to get her revenge later.
He gave her a few moments to rub her arse through her trousers and wipe her face
with tissues, then, as she turned to head back to the caravan, took her wrist
saying, "We'll go the easy way up on to the top of the seawall and continue what
we set out to do."
"No," Erica started to protest, "It hurts to walk, you...."
"Shut it! We're walking." Ernie increased the pressure on Erica's wrist as he
pulled her along.
"Bastard," Erica swore but it was almost inaudible. "I'll get you later."
Unbeknown to either of them, the incident had been watched through powerful
binoculars from the woodland inside the priory fence. He watched as the couple
made their way slowly along the bank of the Brent, pausing every now and then to
look at birds on the shore. He watched until they were within a hundred yards of
jetty at the mouth of the Hazelum and, hiding his binoculars, called his dog and
set out towards the jetty.
"There's a monk walking his dog across the field," whispered Erica. Ernie turned
and waved. The monk waved back and continued to the gate blocking the bridge
crossing the dyke.
"Act like friendly bird watchers if you can," Ernie whispered in reply
"Good morning," he greeted them when the couple arrived at their side of the
gate. "You're up early. I'm Brother Patrick by the way."
"Good morning brother. I'm Ernie and this is Erica," Ernie introduced them.
"Early morning is the best time to watch the waders coming in on the flood
tide," he explained.
"Seen anything unusual?"
"Not yet. Just oyster catchers and a few duck."
"A couple of cormorants bit offshore," added Erica.
"Should be a nice day for it. This mist is supposed to clear. Just down here for
the day?" Brother Patrick went on.
"No we're here for a week or ten days. Took an early holiday." The trios
continued to converse for five minutes before the dog seemed to get restless and
Brother Patrick decided that he'd best get back. "Prayers in the chapel in a
short while," Brother Patrick remarked as he left.
Once they were on their own again, Ernie and Erica tried to analyse what they
had learned. It wasn't much. About twenty monks lived in the Priory so they'd
been told and it was a secret and strict order. "What I can't make out," Erica
said, "If they are such a strict and secret order, why did he go out of his way
to speak with us. It must have been to check us out. He was quite adept at the
way he wormed the information out of us even if it was information we wanted to
give him and not the truth."
"And his replies are not necessarily true either," Ernie pointed out. "We need
to get over that dyke and I know the way to do it. For today though, it might be
best if we stay on or around the seawall. It could be that supplies will come in
on the high tide which is about ten this morning."
Nothing came in at high water and now the mud flats were covered most of the
birds had disappeared, "Let's return to the caravan and have a late breakfast,"
suggested Ernie, "I'm starving."
"And I'm fucking sore," Erica added bitterly.
"I'll put some cream on for you."
"Like hell you will!" responded Erica vehemently.
"I said, I'll put some cream on for you," Ernie repeated quietly.
"Like hell." Erica's voice was much quieter and less certain this time.
"Acraflavine ought to be okay don't you think?" Ernie asked once they had
removed their outdoor jackets and had put the kettle on. Erica had let out an
involuntary cry as she sat on the relatively hard seats in the van.
"I'll put it on myself if you don't mind."
"I do mind Erica. Now drop your trousers or I might just decide to warm your
arse a bit more instead of cooling it off. If it is any consolation, the punch
you landed on my balls still hurts and you can rub some cream on them if you
wish. That would be fair. I soothe the pain I made on your arse and you soothe
the ache in my balls."
Erica knew her sore buttock muscles would not allow her to run away. Walking was
bad enough. She also realised he was far stronger and could probably force her
to submit if he wanted or was angered enough. Trying to keep some control
without pushing him to spank or hurt her again, at least until she had a chance
to escape or get her own back, she answered, "You just want to make me horny so
I can't resist taking your cock in me."
"I promised not to rape you. That was a promise I will keep. However, if you
wish to have sex, I won't object." For a fleeting moment, Ernie reflected that
last night he wouldn't have touched the bitch with a barge pole. "Now bend over
the table." Offering only token resistance and again threatening court action
when she got back, Erica allowed herself to be draped over the table and for
Ernie to lower her trousers and knickers.
Sitting as he was on the caravan side seat, Erica's highly coloured arse was
level with his face. He could see her cunt and smell the aroma emanating from
it. Very gently he applied the cream. "Well I can see you're not a natural
blonde," he laughingly commented on the dark bush covering her mound.
"Just put the cream on and let me get my trousers back on," snapped Erica, "No
need to make a meal of it."
However, the sight and smell before him caused Ernie to become aroused, his cock
hardened and he was loath to cover the sight before him. He took his time
massaging the cream into not only the sore skin but into the areas around.
Despite her best effort not to become stimulated as well, Erica's sex moistened
and each time his finger 'accidentally' touched her clitoris she gave a groan an
involuntarily opened her legs slightly. Ernie took this as a sign and rubbed her
clit harder. Erica started to respond but then seemed to become aware of what
was happening. "Stop that! I knew you were a pervert!" However, there was not
the usual fire in her words. Ernie ignored her for a few moments, then, just as
she was working towards a climax he removed his hand.
"That should do for now," he said as he kissed the bum cheeks in front of him.
"You sod," Erica said quietly knowing he had deliberately stopped as she neared
her orgasm. "You can put cream on your own balls especially with that thing
poking out." It was obvious Ernie's cock was hard from the way his trousers
tented at the front.
"That's mean Erica, especially after I so kindly did your bum. Thought you might
have wanted to see the damage you had done." Ernie dropped his trousers and
pants and stood in front of her with his cock standing proudly erect.
"Pervert!" Erica repeated but didn't turn away, "If you're trying to embarrass
me with that pole, it won't work." Ernie cupped his right testicle. It was a
little tender and slightly swollen but really there wasn't any real cause for
concern. Certainly there was no necessity for cream nonetheless he rubbed some
carefully in. Erica watched. She tried to appear disdainful but truth to tell
she was fascinated by his prick. It was far bigger than any she had experienced
not that she had experienced that many. Although her cunt was very wet, her
pride prevented her from taking his cock into it.
