Mary Jane
by obohobo
Chapter 1. Forced to leave home
"Mary Jane! For the twentieth bloody time you will make yourself be nice to the
young man. You can't afford to be choosy."
"Mummy, I don't like him and I bloody well won't be nice to him just so you can
be rid of me. You've no right to make me! I am supposed to be your daughter if
you remember!"
"Look here Mary," Joe Clarke her father put in, "We can't afford to keep you and
feed you for much longer. This farm hardly pays for itself and now we have given
up on the cows, there is little enough for you to do."
"But I can't get a job with no exam results and no qualifications. Nothing. You
kept me away from school too often for me to get even one GCSE." Mary Jane was
near tears. "And there's no jobs about here for anyone like me. Hardly anyone
works on these marshes now. All I know is cows and most of them in this area are
gone." Her eyes teared over remembering the slaughter of their herd during the
foot and mouth outbreak.
"All you do now is sit at home and read those books you get at the jumble sales!
You don't even try to do much work here, and you haven't made any effort to look
for a job either," complained Jessie. Her mother went on, "You really don't have
much choice. Out on these marshes you aren't likely to meet many boys who are
likely to marry you and take you off our hands. All of the farm hands, what are
here are getting on in years, the young'uns have all moved away, so you'd best
make the most of this student bloke. He seemed nice enough when he came to see
Stockman's House."
"Yeah and he's old and educated at university so what do you think he'll want
with a numskull like me?"
"He's not that much older than you and he'll want what all men want when they
are with a girl. A good lay in the bed."
"I don't believe it! You're asking me to become a fucking whore! Just to get rid
of me! What sort of mother are you? Why don't you sell your body and I'll do the
cooking!"
So the argument raged on, getting more and more heated. Finally in a tantrum,
Mary threw a cup at her father and shouted at them "I'm not a whore and I'm not
going to have anything to do with him," before storming out of the room. She
knew immediately she closed her bedroom door, it had been a mistake. It might
have been two years since she had received a dose of the belt but she guessed if
she didn't get away now she was in for another. Her suspicions were confirmed
when the distinctive click of the door latch to the cupboard under the stairs
assailed her ears. The cupboard door that held the wide leather punishment belt.
Quickly she tilted the back of a chair under the doorknob to try and shield
herself and prevent their entry to her room. This old house had no locks on any
of the internal doors. Perhaps she could get out of the bedroom window and down
the drain pipe before they came. Her effort was futile. It was December and the
wet had swollen the sash window and made it immovable in its frame. As soon as
her father put his shoulder to the door, the chair and the mat on which it
stood, slid across the floor and Mary stood face to face with her very angry
parents.
"So you want to behave like a spoilt little brat, then we will sodden well treat
you like one," Jessie yelled swinging the belt with one hand. "You might be
nearly eighteen but I think you'll find this strip of leather will still hurt
that little bloody arse of yours," she went on. "I've had enough of your fucking
nonsense and laziness." Jessie was a big woman who and lived and worked hard on
farms all her life and believed that others should work just as hard as she did.
It was bad enough that her elder daughter had up and left home before she
started to bring any income into the family. This little bitch was either going
to bring some money in or get out. She was tired of taking back-chat and excuses
from her. The belt would make her sing a different tune.
Mary tried to back away but there was nowhere to go. Clenching her fists in
anger, she threw punches at her father as he approached. One caught him in the
face but proved very ineffective and only served to heighten his anger. Her
small frame, though wiry and tough, was no match for a burly man, used to
throwing heavy sacks of corn and fertiliser around. Seemingly in no time at all,
Mary was held face down across her own bed. "Give it to her on the bare, Jess.
Make sure she knows we mean business over this." Mary could feel her father's
chest quivering in his anger as he pressed her body to the bedspread. She tried
to yell and scream but the sounds were muffled by bed clothes. In any case there
was probably no one within miles. The next farm was a mile away and the student
man had not yet taken up residence in Stockman's House and that was near half a
mile further down the track. Further on still was the seawall and the North Sea.
Cold December air caused her to shiver when with one movement, Jessie pulled
Mary's trousers and knickers to her knees. Goose bumps raised themselves on her
bare arse but it wouldn't be cold for long!
CRAACCKK!! Jessie laid the cruel leather across Mary's white globes. Only for a
second or two did they remain white. A stifled scream came from Mary's mouth. A
broad band of red appeared across both bum cheeks. "That's right, Jess, lay it
on good and hard. Time we put an end to her nonsense."
CRAACCKK!! CRAACCKK!! CRAACCKK!! Without mercy, in her anger Jessie pounded her
daughter's arse, almost heedless of the pain she was causing. Her face flushed
with excitement and power as repeatedly brought the belt down hard across the
writhing thighs and arse in front of her. "You'll do what you're told in future
you lazy little bitch. If that your tight little cunnie can help you get a job,
then you let it be used." So Jessie wildly tormented her daughter in the
intervals between the belt landing. CRAACCKK!! CRAACCKK!! CRAACCKK!! So the
punishment went on.
"Enough Jess," Joe ordered. Reluctantly Jessie put the belt down and seemingly
saw for the first time the horror of the severely bruised flesh that was her
daughter's bottom. Inwardly she knew she had over done the punishment but would
never admit to it. Certainly not to her daughter.
"Now perhaps you'll do as you are told girl." Jessie spoke dangerously quietly
as Joe released his grip. Mary sobbing and crying loudly, tried to stand but
found it too painful.
Joe picked his daughter up and lay her lengthways along the bed. For the first
time in some years her virgin cunt was displayed for him and a bulge appeared in
the front of his overalls. "Lie there for a bit Mary," he said, "And don't make
too much noise unless you want another dose of the same." He pushed his wife
into their bedroom. Both quickly undressed and mated furiously. Mary heard them
but chose to shut it from her mind. Her arse was too sore. She needed a cold wet
flannel to drape over it. Slowly and painfully she raised herself and walked to
the bathroom. Pausing at their wide open bedroom door as she made her way to the
bathroom, Mary stared in as her father's white behind plunged between his wife's
wide open thighs. Jessie was thrusting back to meet him and groaning with
pleasure. Spotting Mary watching she called out, "Come in and take a closer
look. This is what you may need to do to get a job or keep a man." Mary turned
away in disgust and went into the bathroom.
Michael MacFarlaine arrived at the farm early next morning. "Good morning Sir,"
Jessie greeted him, "The cottage is open and Mary's there lighting the fire and
getting things ready for you. The place will be cold after being shut up for so
long."
"Thank you Mrs. Clarke. That was thoughtful of you. December is not the best
time to move into a house especially with the weather being so wet."
"Very true Sir. We was wondering Sir..."
"Please call me Michael"
"We was wondering, Sir... Michael, that is Joe and me, if you would like to keep
Mary on as housekeeper. She could live in and would look after all your needs
and keep the house clean and all that."
"Thank you Mrs. Clarke but that won't be necessary. I can look after myself and
with the small grant I get for my studies I doubt if I can afford a
housekeeper." That wasn't exactly the truth. Yes, the grant he received for his
Ph.D. studies was small but he had inherited a sizable fortune and owned a small
estate in Scotland. In fact he'd bought the area of marshes he was to study and
Stockman's House but had done so anonymously in the name of the Dengie Wildlife
Trust.
"Oh don't worry about the cost for the time being, Michael. Take her on a
month's trial. Just feed her and if she serves you well, then you can work out a
payment if that is necessary." Michael realised she was trying to palm her
daughter off on to him. Inwardly he was angry, outwardly he kept calm. "It will
help us if she is out of our hair for a while. The farm's not doing very well,
in fact we're losing money all the time and without the cows there is little for
her to do here," Jessie went on, "And she's obedient and if she isn't, a good
hiding doesn't do her any harm. You just take her on trial for a bit Sir and
see."
Joe arrived. "Don't be afraid to take a belt to her if she doesn't do what you
want, Sir. She understands that sort of language."
