Chapter Three. Making up time
"They seemed to know what they were talking about Brother William. Still I felt
there was more to them than the told me." Brother Patrick had relayed what he
had seen to his superior.
"And the girl took the spanking without too much fight?"
"Yes, Brother but Ernie had her well pinned down."
"And when they came back after lunch they walked the wall again right along the
Hazelum to our northern boundary and then turned back without showing much
interest in the woodland further on?"
"Yes, Brother but they kept turning their binoculars towards us and the house."
"Keep an eye on them Brother Patrick. Make sure on of the staff watches them all
the time. See if you can get their vehicle number and I will get our Brother in
the Met to check it out. The caravan's well on view so have someone watch it all
the time. I particularly want to know if they leave around high tide. And if
they take an interest when the Bosmia Castle comes in the day after tomorrow.
See if they have visitors. See if you can meet them again when you walk the dog
this evening or in the morning." Brother William issued his orders knowing they
would be conscientiously carried out.
"Brother John's watching the van now and will radio in any movements. Seems they
might be cooking dinner. They don't seem too much like lovers but perhaps this
morning's spanking has something to do with that."
"You've done well Brother, take an hour off and enjoy one of the guests in the
cellar."
*****
"I still believe we were watched this afternoon," Erica reiterated for the
umpteenth time.
"I'm not disbelieving you Erica. All I'm saying is, I didn't catch the glint of
sunlight on the binocular lens that you saw."
"If they are watching us they will expect us to be on the seawall watching the
birds as the tide comes in again, especially as it is a fine calm evening. With
the right company it could be very pleasant to sit and watch the sunset."
Erica's voice indicated that Ernie wasn't the right company.
"Well if they are watching us, they'll expect us to be lovers as well as
twitchers. A young couple like us, living together in a small van would
certainly give them that idea. Unless they were really spies, which we are."
"You're pushing your luck, Ernie. You're never going to be my lover."
"You'll just have to act the part then. I suggest we stroll down to the jetty
and see if there is any activity to suggest a boat might come in on the eleven
o'clock tide. Then we come back and watch the birdies. It could be romantic with
the right woman."
"What like Marsha Green?" Marsha worked in the sports section but was now very
much overweight.
"Yes, at least she has a personality."
With more bickering, they sauntered along the seawall. No activity at the jetty
but in the distance they saw Brother Patrick walking his dog. "He must have gone
out the main gate to get on to the seawall," Ernie remarked. "Let's go back a
bit and sit down. He may have a key to get in through the jetty gate or there
may be a way in we haven't thought of or seen."
With three hours of flood tide and an hour of good daylight left the
oyster-catchers, dunlin and a few geese were feeding noisily ahead of the
approaching water. Eric sat and Erica sat several feet away. Ernie moved in
closer and put his arm around her. She tried to shrug him off. "Act Erica.
Brother Patrick isn't going in the jetty gate, he's coming by here. No doubt
he'll want to chat and see what else he can find out about us."
"Do you think he was watching us this morning? Do you think he saw....?" Erica
broke off. Ernie knew it was a possibility. It could have been more than a
coincidence that he'd arrived at the gate at the same time as they did.
"If he did, then he'll possibly believe this is making up time." Ernie, seeing
Patrick approaching pulled Erica closely to him and again whispered, "Act the
part." Taking advantage of the situation, he kissed Erica fully on the lips. At
first she tried to pull away, but Ernie held her too tightly and then she began
to enjoy it. She tried to tell herself she was only acting but in her mind, she
knew that was only a fractional part of it. Their embrace was cut short by the
cold wet nose of a golden labrador trying to get in on the act.
"Come here Misty. You're a naughty girl," Brother Patrick reprimanded the dog,
"Sorry about that. She's a little too friendly sometimes. Nice evening. Seen
anything interesting today?"
"Nothing special," Ernie replied and the pair made small talk without gathering
anymore useful information. Erica was making a fuss of Misty who hadn't heeded
her master's command.
"How'd you get out on to the wall, Brother Patrick? Is there a way in and out.
I'd like to see what birds are in the woodland. That's my specialty. Ern's is
shore birds," Erica asked trying to appear innocent of the complete fence.
"Sorry, Erica. I had to come out of the main gate. Bit of a privilege really.
It's kept locked to keep outsiders out. We are quite a secretive brotherhood.
That's why the fence for most of the way round. Sorry we don't issue passes even
for attractive bird watchers." Calling again to Misty he bade them "Good
evening" and set off to complete his circuit of the perimeter fence.
"He was definitely checking on us," Erica fumed. "We've not had a sight of any
other monks not even within the grounds, yet he can go outside."
"I'm sure you're right. Thing is, do they suspect us or are they just keeping
tabs on us even though they think we are birders?"
For a while sitting watching the colours of the sunset, they forgot their
animosity and discussed the situation interspersed with bird talk as one or
another species came into view or flew over to roost in woods. The three-quarter
moon was bright in the sky when they stood up to leave. Erica complained that
her bottom was stiff and sore from sitting but wasn't overly bitchy about it.
"That makes a change," Ernie thought. Instead he suggested, "Why don't we wander
back to the jetty before we leave for the van, just to see if anything is
happening?"
"I doubt if anything is," Erica replied, "We'd have seen people on the track
from the house. It's nearly high water so it would have to come in the next hour
or so."
"We might as well check, seeing we aren't far away." Ernie took her hand as the
sauntered along the path. "We have to look as if we are lovers," he pointed out,
"That gives us a reason for being out in the moonlight. We might be being
watched." Everything was quiet. Not a soul about or so it appeared. In the trees
though sat a monk watching through night vision glasses. Unknowingly, Ernie was
right in his assumption.
Back in the van over a glass of wine, they discussed tactics. Ernie phoned
Roddy, the chief editor of the paper and gave him an outline of what they had
learned so far. "You two getting on together okay?" the chief enquired at the
end of the report.
"We've only come to blows once so far, if that is what you mean Sir," Ernie
answered with a grin. Erica quietly put on her pyjamas while Ernie was phoning
and was about to get into her bed. "I'll put some more cream on before you turn
in. It will soak in better overnight."
"It's not necessary!"
"Yes, it is!"
"You only want to play with me. Pervert!"
"You only want to appear reluctant to have me play with you!"
For some minutes the repartee went back and forth but soon Erica was bent over
the table with her pyjama trousers around her ankles. Sitting on the seawall for
so long that evening had roughened the skin a bit so it was red raw in places.
Around the edges the arse flesh was still a colourful hue. Ernie gently applied
the cream to the needful places and then turned his attentions to the crack
between her thighs and the little bud partly enclosed within. "That doesn't
require massaging, pervert." However there was no venom in her voice.
"Oh but it does dear. I'm stimulating the blood flow to the whole area to
promote holistic healing. It will also help you to relax."
"And when I'm relaxed you'll want me to massage your supposed injury, I
suppose."
"That would of course be the nice, friendly way of repaying me for the trouble I
am taking with you. For once Erica you could do me a favour."
"I might squeeze your nuts and make them worse."
"You might. We've got to start trusting each other a bit on this job so I'll
take a chance that you won't."
"Get your clothes off then. I'll decide when and if I'll hold you by the balls."
When Ernie was naked and lying on his back on the bunk, his cock again fully
erect Erica put her hand around his testicles and gently squeezed, "Now I can
get my own back," she laughed, "I could have you in agony before you could do
anything about it." She paused and then went on, "It's a good job I'm not in a
bad mood." Gently she rubbed the cream into his ball sack. It was totally
unnecessary as any swelling and pain had gone.
"Don't forget the holistic approach," Ernie reminded her.
"You just want me to wank you off, pervert."
"I'll do the same for you. I almost did just now." Erica flushed as she recalled
being close to orgasm a few minutes previously.
"We could do it both together complete with internal massage if you wanted."
Erica knew what he was suggesting. Putting her hands around the rock hard shaft
she pushed the foreskin back and forth a few times. The sight of his large
weapon and the musky smell it was giving off, aroused her but she wasn't
intending to be taken advantage of, at least not just yet.
"I knew you just wanted to fuck me. You just want to have your wicked way with
an innocent young girl. Perhaps I should get more pleasure from cracking your
nuts" She crushed them playfully to prove her point, causing Ernie to cry out.
"But I may get more pleasure if I do the fucking." With no further comment,
Erica stepped out of her pyjama trousers and straddled his cock. She'd decided
to use his cock for her pleasure. She would make herself cum without overly
arousing him and stop before he ejaculated. She would have her fun but not allow
him his. "Pay-backs are great," she thought to herself.
Ernie wasn't expecting this turn of events. From his prone position he could see
the slit of her cunt partially hidden in a mound of dark hair and already
smeared with her juices and the ointment he'd applied to her bottom. Supporting
her bum with his hands and elbows, he eased her cunt slowly on his cock until it
was fully embedded in her vagina. For several minutes, Erica just sat there.
Unmoving. Feeling the fullness of the prick tightly filling and stretching the
walls of her cunt, filling her more than any prick had done before. For those
few moments she forgot her purpose was to tease him. Ernie pushed upwards with
his hips but lying he could only lift he an inch but it was enough to return
Erica from her reverie. Rhythmically she lifted and lowered her cunt on the
impaling cock. Arousal pleasure overcame all other feelings. Forgotten now was
her decision only to prick tease him. Groans of pleasure escaped her lips. So
intense were her feelings she hardly noticed Ernie bucking to meet her downward
plunges, nor did she noticed him unbutton her pyjama top and fondle her breasts
until he squeezed a nipple a little too hard. Almost playfully she smacked his
hand away as she continued to thrust on to him.
Before she realised it was going to happen, Ernie has shot his load inside her
but she was able to climax herself before his cock deflated and she collapsed on
top of him. Semi consciously Erica felt the blanket being pulled over her as
their sweat-drenched bodies began to cool. Sometime later she crawled into her
own bunk. Ernie was asleep and two in the one narrow bed was not a comfortable
option. For a while she lay thinking over what happened. There was no fear of
pregnancy. When she started on her journalistic career she half suspected she
might have to sleep with her editors in order to gain promotion. However, her
sharp tongue had not made that necessary and only one or two of her male
colleagues had even asked her out. What she was more concerned about was the way
she'd handed over control of her body. First in the morning when he'd spanked
her and later on the seawall, again when they had pretended to be lovers and now
when she had planned to be in control of their fucking, she'd lost it too. "But
it was the best fuck ever," she told herself, "Maybe I should stop fighting him.
That pole of his gave me so much pleasure. I'll have to have it again even if I
am a bit sore."
