Chapter 3. Punished
"You are not really going to punish me are you?" Sally looked at him with
disbelief.
"You'd better believe it Sal. I'm not suffering this pain without getting some
pay-back. What did you father say when you told him you were going to stay?"
"Bastard said to stay as long as I wanted. If I stayed away long enough perhaps
the cook would reconsider leaving." She then had to relate the lunchtime episode
to Jim.
Although laying a table was not a chore she would have normally performed the
task was not an onerous one. At Bencarran the 'everyday' cutlery would have nice
bone handles and the plates were matched bone china. Here it was stainless steel
and an assortment of stoneware. She set two places on opposite sides of the
table. The smell emanating from stove was making her feel very hungry. A plain
ordinary stew. Mrs. Simpson would not have dared serve that to her at Bencarran.
Here she knew there was no choice and besides she had already refused lunch and
had missed breakfast. Sally was starving.
Jim ladled stew into two bowls and cut chunks of bread from a newly baked loaf
and placed them on a plate between them. No side plates. No butter. Sally
thought better not complain, it might be taken from her. Without any formality,
Jim used a spoon to tuck into his stew. Sally soon followed his example. It was
delicious although she decided not to tell him so. Living on his own, he'd
learned to cook food they way he liked it. Plain, simple and wholesome.
Conversation during the meal was minimal. Each time Sally looked up she saw
Jim's face and the welt she had made across it. Inside she regretted having lost
her temper, outwardly she tried to show a hint of defiance. After finishing the
stew, Jim made a another pot of tea. Sally would have preferred freshly ground
coffee but she wisely kept quiet. Cupping the mug to warm her hands, Sally
looked once again at Jim's face. She couldn't keep her eyes off it. "Jim,
please, I am very sorry for what I did. Will you forgive me and let me go home
tomorrow? Please."
"No!" The sharp if not loud reply brought a swift angry reaction from Sally. Her
hand flew up and the blow would have again caught Jim across the face had he not
parried it in time.
"You bloody bastard," Sally spat at him. But Jim didn't wait for any further
remarks. Quickly he folded the arm behind Sally's back forcing her breasts down
to the table. Her other arm was soon alongside it. Sally could feel the pain as
he forced her arms upwards. She started to yell at him but a further jerk on her
arms and a quiet, "Shut up" from Jim silenced her for the time being. She could
tell from his voice that he was now very angry indeed and in no mood to be
trifled with. Dragging her to a corner of the room where fishing gear was
stored, he grabbed the end of a warp to a hoop net, wound it round Sally's
wrists and knotted it tightly. It was a temporary device until her could find
more suitable fastenings but it would keep her under control for a while. He was
determined that nothing would stop him giving her the hiding she so richly
deserved.
"Basta........" Sally stopped abruptly when she saw the reel of packaging tape
in Jim's hand. "Noooo.........."
"Okay Sally, either you are quiet or I ensure that you are with this tape. You
have tried my patience enough for one day. First you risk your horse by going
out in appalling weather, then you ride on my land and when your horse throws
you because you didn't dismount and lead him down the slope, you slash my face
and when I try to take you to safety you almost drown all of us. Totally
irresponsible behaviour. Now, instead of showing real remorse for your actions
you further try and attack me. Pay-back time. Painful pay-back time. I can
assure you that as long as my face shows signs of your actions, then you will
not be able to sit comfortably, that is unless I see genuine signs that you are
mending you ways and you stop behaving like a total bitch."
"Noooo......... Please......" Sally started to say again but stopped when the
tape was held closer to her face.
Jim put the tape to one side. If the girl did yell it wouldn't matter. No one
would hear her. It was merely that her snide remarks annoyed him. Donning an
overcoat over the dressing gown he went outside to the converted barn that was
now his store and found a coil of cotton rope that he'd bought for the sheets of
his sailing dinghy. It was soft to the hands but very strong. Ideal for
restraining a bad tempered woman.
Returning to Sally he bound her ankles but left about 18 inches of rope between
them so she could walk with small steps but the hobble wouldn't allow her to
run. Undoing the warp he removed the dressing gown. Except for the moccasins she
was naked before him. Jim bound her wrists in front of her body. "Please don't
do this. Please." Sally kept begging fearing she would really be hurt this time
and her only hope was appealing to his better nature if he had one. There was
little chance of that and she knew it. For once she really had gone too far.
"Perhaps one day you will thank me for what I am going to do but it certainly
won't be today. Maybe you'll never change and continue to be disliked by
everyone. I hope you will change but only you can do that. My method of
persuasion may or may not work. Either way I don't care. I shall thrash you and
I may even enjoy doing it and fucking you afterwards. So often you've had others
totally under your control and have done despicable things to them. Now the boot
is on the other foot."
Near the window of the room stood a small woodwork bench. Jim cleared the wooden
pole for a new beam trawl he was making, swept the surface and led Sally to it.
Sally now even more fearful, cried and pleaded, promising to be good, promising
anything to avoid the punishment that was obviously coming. Punishment she was
powerless to avoid. Humiliation she was powerless to avoid.
"You're wasting your breath, Sal. You deserve what you are going to get. It is
going to be a painful experience. Hellishly painful but perhaps afterwards you
might find you have learned something from it. You might begin to realise how
much you have hurt others over the years. And don't think I am going to be like
some fabled schoolmaster who said 'This is going to hurt me more than you, lad,'
as he delivered six of the best. I may enjoy seeing the stripes appear on your
arse and hearing your screams. I will then know I am getting my pay-back in
full."
Pushing Sally over the bench he tied her ankles to two of the bench legs and
then stretched her arms along the bench top and fastened them. Jim rubbed his
hands over the globes of Sally's arse and along the crack of her cunt. "Nice
Sal, cold but nice. But soon they will be much warmer. Perhaps we ought to have
some before and after pictures. You'd like a record of the event for later I'm
sure." Sally had no say in the matter. Jim went into the 'lab' and returned with
a digital camera and took a square on shot of her bare bum with her cuntal
charms well displayed. He showed her the result on the screen display. "That's
the before picture," he said.
"Don't! Please!"
"You are probably wondering just what I am going to do to you," Jim continued.
"On the shore at Bencarran Head I said I would pay you back tenfold for the
slash across my face so I will put ten slashes with the crop across arse not
your face. First though I will give the whole area a good warming with a slipper
to punish you for your behaviour in the boat and at table." Jim removed one of
the moccasins from Sally's feet and brought it down smartly on her bare arse.
CRACK!
The pain was intense. Sally screamed. Jim was a wiry man used to manual work and
he put all his considerable arm power into the stroke. Never in her life had she
been punished like this. And it was only the first hit. Others followed in quick
succession until both cheeks were on fire. Sally screamed, cried, pleaded. All
to no avail.
Brrrrr. Brrrrr. Brrrrr. Brrrrr. Brrrrr. "Damn the phone," thought Jim as he
answered it, "I should have turned it off." "Oh Hello Gertrude. I don't think
your daughter will want to speak to you at the moment. She's sort of tied up and
receiving what you and your husband should have given her years ago. Yes, I am
smacking her, listen." Jim laid the phone on its side while he went and brought
the slipper down again. An ear splitting yell from Sally confirmed what was
happening. Returning to the phone he replied to Gertrude's statment, "I can't do
that to your daughter? Sorry. I can and I am and I've hardly started yet.
....No, I won't permanently harm her but she won't sit comfortably for a bit.
What did she do?" Jim listed the catalogue of Sally's misdeeds. For a few
moments there was silence at the other end of the phone and Jim took the
opportunity to terminate the conversation. "Look I am going to turn the phone
off now. Call sometime after nine tomorrow morning and you can speak to her
direct. Bye."
Jim returned to his task. Soon though he noticed the swats didn't produce
further screams, only prolonged sobbing. Rubbing his rough hands over the
tenderised flesh he continued on between her legs until he found her cunt. He
felt her flinch as he first massaged and then nipped her clit. Despite the pain
her vagina was moist but not wet. Opening his gown, Jim rubbed the head of his
hardened cock along her cuntal lips for a few minutes before he slowly pushed
his way inside. Sally was very tight. He wondered if she was a virgin but even
if she wasn't she obviously hadn't had many men. Pushing his way in to the full
length of his prick, he decided her virginity had gone, whether by a man or just
horse riding he didn't know. It didn't matter.
Stroking his cock in and out of her cunt, he allowed lust to take over. It
didn't matter any longer that she was screaming again. Didn't matter that with
every thrust his body hit her sore arse. He thrust on until he came, rested for
a short while and then withdrew.
Walking to her head end on the bench he touched her lips with the tip of his
cock and deposited a small amount of semen on them. He didn't dare at this stage
to put it in her mouth. That would have risked serious injury. She would get a
taste of his spunk though. It would humiliate her further.
Reaching for the camera he took a second photo and showed her but the tears
blurred the image.
"Let me up now, please," Sally sobbed, "I can't take any more."
"You can and you will. That was only part one." Jim went to the entrance porch
and removed the riding crop from the peg where he hung it on their arrival.
"Part two." He held the crop in front of the terrified woman's face.
"Nooo! You'll kill me."
Jim laid the first stroke centrally across both arse cheeks. He didn't dare hit
the already tender and swollen flesh too hard. He didn't wish to draw blood.
Still the crop made a satisfying 'Thwack' as it landed. He repeated the stroke
lower. The next higher until ten strokes crossed the entire arse area.
Sally thought she should have passed out. How could anyone be so cruel. He was a
maniac. She didn't deserve this, did she? Through her sobbing and screams she
heard him say, "That's part two over. Parts three, four, five and more will be
given as and when required." She couldn't take any more, she just couldn't. She
would have to kill herself. Why doesn't he release my now? Her mind was
confused. Her arse was so terribly sore and swollen. She had been raped. Why go
on living? She closed her eyes to try and shut out the horror. It only
heightened her feeling of helplessness. She saw Jim take the camera again.
"He'll gloat over them for years to come," she thought.
Jim wetted a towel with cold water and laid it over her flaming bum. He left it
there for a few minutes and then replaced it with another, then a further one.
Finally he sat by her head. "Sally, I am going to release you shortly. That is
all the punishment you need have for your whole time here, but if your behaviour
earns you more then I will not hesitate to give it to you. For the next week you
are going to have to come to terms with being a properly behaved, subservient
maid. Do you understand?"
Sally nodded, she couldn't trust herself to speak and waited while he untied her
wrists from the bench. They were still bound together and Jim left them that
way. She tried to lift he body from the bench but was ordered to lie still while
her legs were released from the bench. She did. Having untied her completely
from the bench, Jim placed an arm under her breasts and helped her up.
Moving for Sally, was slow and painful. Her buttock muscles screamed with each
mincing step. Jim laid her face down on the bed and folded a blanket over her
bare back and another over her legs to keep her reasonably warm while exposing
her fiery posterior to the cool air. "Lie there while I do the dishes, and then
I'll make some more tea and bring you a couple of Anadin's which may help to
relieve the pain a little. Actually," Jim laughed, "It is really your job as
maid to do the dishes but I'll let you off this time." Impulsively he bent and
kissed her cheek.
Bringing in the tea a quarter of an hour later he asked, "Can I trust you to
behave if I remove the bindings? Through her sobbings he received a whispered,
"Yes." He released her hands and then her feet. Almost immediately she gingerly
touched her backside and then looked at her hands to make sure she wasn't
bleeding.
"I haven't cut you and there are no marks that won't disappear in a week or two
or three but it might be a while before you will want to ride Victor," Jim told
her. She took the Anadin's and drank her tea partially laying on her side. There
were still tears in her eyes but the sobbing slowly more or less ceased.
"You should have let me drown. You would have saved yourself a lot of trouble
and I would have died without suffering. No one would have mourned me. No one
seems to like me. And all you want me for is for housework and fucking. You
don't want me as a person." Sally started crying again this time more from self
pity than pain.
"Sal, do you like yourself?" The question took her by surprise.
"Not really. I suppose."
"Perhaps in the morning we should take a look at why you don't like yourself. If
you understand that, then you may well find a way of changing it. I know at the
moment you hate my guts and you probably think I hate yours. Oddly enough I
believe that underneath that spiteful exterior of yours there is a decent
person. One that wants to come out but is being imprisoned by the personality
you have built around it." Sally didn't believe him but didn't bother arguing.
"I'm going to do some computer work now, Sal. You can lie here or get up as you
wish but you are not to leave the house. It's dark outside and the paths are
dangerous if you don't know the way. You are free to go anywhere in the house,
provided you behave yourself. I don't think I have to spell out what will happen
if you don't."
A hour later, Sally got up. She needed to use the loo but had put it off as long
as she dared. It would be too painful to walk, and very much too painful to sit
so she tried supporting herself on her hands. Jim heard the cistern flush and
looked at her as she returned to he bed. "Come in here, Sal." She was shaking as
she went to him, half believing she was to be beaten again. "It's okay, you've
done nothing wrong. I just wanted a look at your arse. Turn round." Jim tenderly
touched the sore area. "In the bathroom cabinet you will find a large tube of
Agriflex. Warm it a little by the fire and then I will put some on for you. It
may help to ease the soreness a little. I didn't equip myself with medication
for this sort of situation."
By the fire he made her lean over the back of an armchair while he knelt behind
her. Before applying the cream he kissed her arse cheeks several times and then
her cunt. She squealed as his lips touched her sore flesh but otherwise allowed
him to do it without complaint. Jim cleared the settee and moved it nearer the
fire and had Sally lie down where she wouldn't need covering but would still be
warm enough.
Outside the rain fell in torrents driven by gale force winds. There would be no
filming or collecting specimens in the morning. Still he had plenty of inside
work that needed catching up on. Looking at Sally lying there with her arse
exposed to the air, he wondered how she would sleep that night with the duvet
pressing down on it. Suddenly he jumped up and proceeded to find a couple of
boards which he G cramped to the sides of the bed. Draping the sheet and duvet
over these would raise them from the bed at the sides and if he slept close, his
body would help the minimise the pressure. Sally was somewhat sceptical when he
told her and sharply suggested it was more likely he would be on top of her,
shagging her silly. "No," Jim answered, "I shall fuck you before we go to bed so
that should see me though until the morning."
At 10 p.m. Jim toasted bread by the fire and made hot chocolate. They were
things Sally would not have had at Bencarran but here it just seemed natural and
fitting. Afterwards he bent her over the armchair again and examined her rear.
It was beginning to change to multi-coloured blotches. Sally kept her legs
together this time but soon was made to part them. Guessing she could do nothing
top stop him she resigned herself to what was coming. Jim kissed her arse again
and again gradually working to her cunt lips and thence to her clit. He sucked
and teased the nub until, despite not wanting to, Sally became very aroused. Her
opening dripped moisture. Inserting his prick, this time with the lubrication
and having been opened a few hours before, it went in easily. He fucked her
gently, wanting her to get at least a little enjoyment from the experience. Try
as she might, Sally could not stop the pleasant sensations that swept through
the lower part of her body. Her half suppressed moans were of pleasure rather
than pain although when Jim did thrust right home a jolt went right through her
body. He tried not to but occasionally both their movements combined and they
collided. It took longer this time for him to spurt forth his seed but that only
meant more pleasure for them both although if asked, Sally would have denied any
pleasure element.
It was a restless night for both of them. Jim did not often have female visitors
and a combination of sleeping in a strange bed with a man and having to try and
sleep face down kept Sally awake long into the night. Jim slept close to her and
for a while put his arm across her back and tickled the side of her breast.
Again she tried not to like the sensation but just pretended to accept it. The
wind driven rain rattled the windows but she was used to that at Bencarran.
