Farm
Sale
Synopsis
Sold at a sale of farm equipment,
Paulie believes shell be a sex slave to the family. It doesnt work out that
way.
by
obohobo
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is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is
purely coincidental. The ideas and thoughts that
follow are pure fantasies. In real
life, at the very least they would be unpleasant and probably illegal.
Fantasies are like that; daydreams where we can contemplate and imagine the
sensations without suffering or inflicting the pain, despair or humiliation.
obohobo 2009
GET OUT! I screamed. Dad noisily entered my bedroom,
slamming the door loudly against the wardrobe. The crash reverberated in my
head, a head still sore and groggy from the nights drinking but, before I knew
what was happening, the thin blanket and sheet zipped from the bed and sailed
across the room leaving my near naked body completely exposed. GET OUT! I
screamed again, GET OUT YOU FUCKING PERVERT, what the hell do you mean by
coming into my room? Shit, its only 7:30! Completely ignoring my protests, he
grabbed my arm and dragged me to the bathroom and stood in the doorway.
MUM! I yelled knowing she never got up later than 6:30.
She didnt appear, but I didnt have time to think about it.
Its no use calling your mother Paulie, weve both had a
gut full of your behaviour. Youve fifteen minutes to piss, shit, wash and
dress. Dont worry about make-up, just get yourself clean so you can eat
breakfast before we leave. Weve put up with your bloody nonsense long enough
and from today, youre out of here. Youre old enough now to look after
yourself. I stared at him in horror and barely took in his words but there was
no mistaking the anger and bitterness in his voice.
Youre throwing me out?
Sort of. He thrust me towards the toilet and growled, Get
on with it, Ive to be at the sale field before ten. For a girl of my age, Im
no weakling, farm work had seen to that, but I certainly wasnt a match for
father and I knew I would be the one hurt if I tried to thwart him unless I had
an escape route. He didnt give me a chance.
A little over an hour later, sitting on the grass with my
hands tied behind my back and fastened to an ancient iron plough, my midriff
bare except for 1,000 guineas scrawled across it in felt tip pen, I had time
to contemplate the events that led to my being there.
I hated the isolation of living on a farm with our
nearest neighbours half a mile away, and they were an elderly couple that
didnt have kids. Our road or lane as we referred to it, not much more than a
track really, only went as far as Gill Farm at the foothills of the mountains,
nearly a mile further on. We were the middle farm of the three on the lane and
a mile from the main road, still only a B class road, with the nearest small
town twelve miles to the west. Each school day I had to walk the mile to the
main road and get the special bus to the school in town and with only the one
bus back, I couldnt attend any of the after school clubs unless I could
arrange a lift. Only rarely would Mum and Dad take time off to collect me and there
were always farm chores when I got in. We never seemed to have much money
either, and being canny farmers, were loath to spend it on school events and
outings they believed to be frivolous. I never went on foreign trips or even to
a couple of field trips. All this and the manual farm work I was supposed to
do, caused a great deal or resentment and rebelliousness in me and I frequently
vociferously made my views known and either refused to do the work or did it so
slovenly, someone had to do it again. Dad spanked me a couple of times and used
his belt once but next morning I complained to one of the teachers who informed
the authorities and they almost took me away from the farm. Somehow Dad
convinced them that it wouldnt happen again but I knew that he believed theyd
made a big mistake because my behaviour worsened and they then had little
control over me.
I had a few friends. Janie Keats lived on the main road
and her mother was more cooperative in being a taxi service. Occasionally I was
able to get a lift home with her but she didnt like driving down our narrow farm
road in the dark, especially with sheep wandering along or asleep on the
tarmac, so she dropped me off at the junction and I had to walk the rest of the
way. I wasnt short of boyfriends either, at least not when they realised I
wasnt shy and there were a number of places on the farm where we could indulge
in illicit sex, at least we could when the weather was dry.
My sixteenth birthday fell on Wednesday July 9th
but we decided to celebrate on the following Friday because Graham, my boyfriend
at the time, worked midweek evenings at the local pub. School had finished for
the year so a dozen of us gathered at the bowling alley and after a couple of
hours, went to the Colins house in town because his parents were away. By midnight, only six remained and only
Graham was near sober. I know at least two boys fucked me and I almost fell
asleep in the car when Graham drove Janie and me home. By then it was past 3
a.m. The walk along the farm lane in the light rain sobered me up a little and
I remember deliberately trying to disturb my parents by making as much noise as
I could when entered the house but they must have already decided to throw me
out because they didnt even shout or swear at me. Throwing my wet things on
the floor, I crawled into bed and thus my near nakedness when Dad rudely woke
me.
A few months ago, an architect came and viewed our old wooden
clad barn. We didnt use it much these days because it was in need of repair
and wed had a modern metal clad structure to replace it. The architect sort to
turn it into an upper class dwelling and eventually obtained the necessary
planning permission and Dad sold it to him. The price he got more than paid for
the new barn but I didnt see any of the money. I didnt even get a new pair of
jeans out of it. Perhaps if Id been nicer to them, I would have but it wasnt
in my nature to beg for things.
As long as I can remember, Dad has been a collector, in
his words, or a hoarder, in mothers words, of old farm machinery that he
stored in the barn. Steam engine bits, gas engines, old binders and balers,
wooden hay rakes and many other items including the iron plough from the 1920s
that I was tied to. With nowhere now to store them, Dad decided to sell the lot
and through a network of clubs and farm organisations, advertised the sale and
auction. He certainly didnt advertise me! At that time I figured it was all a
bit of a joke with him trying to get his own back on me. You cant sell me,
Im not an animal or a slave. Youll bloody-well end up in prison if you do.
He just grinned, Well see, Paulie, well fucking see, he smiled at my
protest. His unconcern worried me but by then people started arriving and my
humiliation began.
Is she being sold with the plough Bert?
Ill split the lot if you wish, you can buy the plough
separately, Dad answered.
Two boys came and felt my tits and I swore at them. Were
allowed to touch everything else thats on sale.
If you havent the money to pay for her, leave her alone,
Dad yelled at them.
I thought only horses were sold for guineas these days?
a woman in riding gear said to her companion.
Maybe shes for a different sort of riding. They both
laughed.
Midday came and I was hot, tired and pissed off at being
the butt of many jokes. With increasing ill temper, I swore and cursed those
who came near but in the main, they were all working men and laughed or came
back with a comment of their own. About that time a middle-aged couple stood in
front of me and for a long time spoke quietly together and then called Dad
over. Will you take pounds for her, not guineas? the woman asked.
I might be tempted unless I get a better offer and you
pay cash. I burst into tears. Dad really intended to sell me.
Look dear, the man said to his wife, Theyre now going
to auction that little stationary engine I want so can I leave you to see if
shell be suitable and negotiate a price? Here take my wallet, there should be
enough cash if necessary and I can pay for the engine by cheque. Once more my
sale looked a distinct possibility. For a while she talked with Dad out of my
hearing and left me to ponder on my situation. Would I be worse off than at
home? Would they want me for sex? To be kept as their whore? Or just to do
menial work? Fortunately, by then most of the attention was focussed on the
auction.
Whats your name girl? The woman knelt and spoke
sharply but quietly.
Paulie, Pauline Meadows. I glared at her.
Well, Paulie Meadows, if I employ you, then you will need
to speak with more respect. What work have you done?
None, except a bit of farm work, maam. I said maam
as sarcastically as I could and was rewarded with a flicker of anger in her
eyes.
It sounds as if your life with us might be painful, at
least to start with. Youre a well built girl, full breasts and obviously dont
might flaunting them, can I presume you are not a virgin?
So you do want a whore! Arent you woman enough for him?
Youll pay for that later. She asked more questions but
I refused to answer.
Are there any accessories with this item? she asked Dad
Two suitcases and a bag in my truck. Mother must have
packed them while I ate breakfast. I wondered why she didnt come down or
respond to my appeals for her assistance; they really had planned to sell me.
You cant buy me! Im not a slave or an animal!
Im not buying you Paulie, Im buying a thousand hours
of work from you but youll have to add your board and lodging to that so
youll be with us for quite a time, especially if you only work a few hours
each day. Ill take her Mr. Meadows, can you help me get her into the van
please? I could only cry and watch her stand, and count the money from her
husbands wallet and place it in Dads hand. Whatever euphemisms they used, Id
been sold. What lay ahead I couldnt even guess.
Peter, I would like you to meet Paulie Peter, will you
please look away from that screen for two minutes while I introduce your new
governess.
Just a minute mother He hadnt taken in what she said
but the way his fingers flashed over the keys fascinated me. Line after line of
code appeared. Three taps of the return key and the whole lot scrolled,
seemingly endlessly to the top of the screen. He turned towards us but his head
kept returning to the computer screen.
Peter this is Pauline Meadows, Paulie. Paulie meet our
son Peter Durrant. As you can see I didnt exaggerate when I said he was a
genius with computers. Peter, Paulie is here as your governess. Her job is to look
after you and make sure you eat and sleep properly and the computer is turned
off at 10:30. If she fails, then she gets her bottom well and truly warmed and
well do it in front of you so that you can see the pain youve caused her. She
will share your bedroom and teach you how to treat a woman. You will also take
her out, not just for walks, but to the cinema and to parties. Shes here to
educate your social life.
He showed no signs of having taken in any of this,
Turning to the screen again and seeing the scrolling had stopped, he tapped a
few keys and it started again.
I stared at the thin, gangly, pasty-faced boy and found
it hard to realise that he was older than me by three years and a few months. Hi
Peter. My greeting was answered by a mumbled, Hi, and his attention returned
to the screen.
Did you eat anything while we were gone Peter? his
mother asked. Another inconsequential mutter. I thought not. Bring him
downstairs in half an hour, Paulie. You know what to expect if you fail. This is
the first test of your authority.
Judith had indeed explained it to me as we sat in the van
waiting for Thomas, her husband, to buy the engine and get it loaded. Seeing
you virtually offered for sale seemed like an answer to my prayers and when I
spoke to your father and learned of your rebellious behaviour, I translated
that to bossy behaviour. You wanted your own way. You wanted to be in a
position of authority; a boss lady. With us, you wont be top dog, but you will
be partway up the ladder. At the time, I hadnt a clue what she was on about
and asked for a drink although with my hands still tied behind my back, I
didnt know how I would drink it but I half hoped that they would be freed. No
such luck but she did produce a flask of coffee and held the cup to my lips.
I have a nineteen year old son, nearly twenty actually,
who has more brains than sense, and I mean that literally. He has an extremely
high IQ and does things with computers and maths that even the best teachers at
his school cannot keep up with but with his brain so active, he finds it very
difficult for mundane things like eating, sleeping and generally looking after
his body. I dont have the time to look after him and he doesnt take much
notice of what I say. As far as we know, hes never had a girlfriend but he
does masturbate, or at least Ive found the residue on the sheets and in his
pyjamas, but whether he images a boy or a girl, again we have no idea.
So you want me to be his fucking whore!
Be more careful with your language Paulie. We do not
speak like that in our household and it could well get you into trouble. From
the tone of her voice I knew the trouble might well be inflicted on my arse. No
I dont really want you to be a whore although sex will be part of it. Perhaps
the best title for your position that I can think of is that of Social
Governess. You will live in the same room and make sure he eats at the proper
time, washes himself and gets a decent nights sleep. Well also want you to
take him out and meet others of similar age and what to do in bed with a girl.
Im sure he wont even try to have sex with you, so it will be up to you to
force yourself on him. Hes equipped normally in the man department so you
shouldnt have any trouble, except that you will have to make the running.
Never having heard of anything remotely similar, I hardly
comprehended what she expected me to do but the noise of men loading the van
gave me a little time to think about it. Thomas opened the door, Ive got to
water the weeds and pay my cheque to Bert and then we can be off.
I need to go too, I whispered to Judith.
Okay, it will be a while before we get another chance
but dont think about trying to escape. Youve no money; almost no clothes and
your parents wont let you back in their house. With us youll have a roof over
your head and food in your stomach.
And a sore arse!
Maybe.
My wrists were finally untied but she kept hold of my
hand as we walked towards the bushes. Dad hadnt thought to set up a latrine
for the sale so everyone that needed to pee found a secluded spot. Judith
bopped down in sight of me and was at my side and holding my hand when I
finished. Thomas hadnt returned so our conversation resumed.
I gather your work on the farm hasnt always been up to
scratch, with us, if you fail in a task, Thomas or I will spank you. For a
start it will only be a hand or slipper spanking but if we think you really
arent making the effort or rebelling against us, then well find a belt or a
switch and well keep you out of sight until any marks have gone. After going
over my duties again and answering a few of my questions, Thomas arrived and we
set off for a county over two hundred miles from where Id lived my whole life.
Id leave the rolling hills and mountains of Shropshire for the flat marshes of
rural Essex. During the journey I learned they were businessmen farmers owning
several large farms but all the work was contracted out. Thomas only went on
the land for the shooting and Judith for her horse riding school. They were
obviously far richer than my family so I decided to stick with the situation at
least for the time being. I wondered if I would actually get paid, or if Dad
had really sold me as a slave. There was also the question of whether they
would or could actually spank me. Judith on her own would find it very
difficult to get my pants down but if Thomas was there and perhaps her son too,
I doubted if I could prevent it.
Judith left us and after watching Peter for a short
while, I explored the neighbouring rooms. His bedroom, and now mine, with a
connecting bathroom was adjacent to the computer study. It looked like it was
only for our use and not the whole household. After quickly washing my face and
trying to remove the price from my belly but only managing to blur the writing
a little, I opened my cases and bag now lying on the bed, and changed my tee
shirt but left my shorts on. The bedroom clock showed 5:55; the meal was at
6:00. Not wishing to tempt them to spank me or get myself into a fight after
only a few hours, I rushed into the computer room. Come on Peter, dinner time.
He completely ignored me. Leaning over, I touched one of the keys and
immediately the screen went crazy and then blank.
You bitch! You could have undone my last few hours work.
Good, then perhaps you will take notice of me in the
future. And watch your language. My first taste of the power I now had?
Perhaps Ill watch while father pastes your bottom good
and hard. That will teach you a lesson. I only have to sit here He didnt
finish the sentence because I dragged him out of his chair and half carried him
down the stairs. His shanky body proved no match for my farm work muscles.
You just made it in time Paulie but perhaps next time
you might get him to wash first, Judith commented.
Well hes going to have a bath before Im sleeping with
him. I emphasised the point by wrinkling my nose.
I dont know how you managed to get hold of her, but you
can send her back where she came from. Already shes messed up hours of work
and Ive no use for a bully of a girl.
She has at least got some reaction from you. Normally
you say nothing at the dinner table. Thomas commented.
Because wed only arrived a short while before dinner,
the meal was largely leftovers of cold meat and vegetables but not having eaten
since breakfast I tucked in and soon cleared my plate. Peter picked at his smaller
portion. Eat your food properly or youll never be strong enough to stop me bullying
you. The others smiled; Peter glared but finished the meal.
Now can I get back to my work and see how much damage
youve done?
After you and I have a little private conversation. I
took him into the bedroom away from the computer and started on him. I was
beginning to enjoy being boss lady. Let me make this quite clear, I am forced
to be here, I am forced to live with you away from my home. You may be Mr. Brainbox
but if my arse gets walloped because of it, then Im going to make shit sure,
that you suffer too. Understood? Looking rather frightened, he nodded. This
evening, you can work from now until 8:30, then youll have a bath and well go
to bed. Understood? Again he nodded but then requested I give him a little
warning before the time was up. Before you go next door, show me where I can
store my clothes and stuff.
Youre not going to be in here when I
Jesus, youre a living skeleton! Id virtually dragged
him from the computer again but this time hed heeded my warning to save his
work.
I laughed at his embarrassment and like a mother,
undressed him. When I saw his spindly arms and legs and his protruding ribs, angrily
I made the comment. It only served to frighten him and tried to back away but I
wasnt having that and turned him around; he was all skin and bones with no
meat at all. Of course I looked at his flaccid, limp prick. Judith was right,
in that it was about normal in size but I wondered if it ever got hard. After
helping him into the bath, I decided I might as well join him; it might elicit
a response if he saw me naked. What actually provoked a reaction, and not one
in the genital region, was the price still showing clearly on my body.
Did they actually buy you? I could tell he was shocked.
Thats illegal.
Yeah, they figured a way round it if anyone asked. Dad
couldnt handle me any more so he put me up for sale with a load of old farm
stuff. So here I am, miles from what was home, looking after you and it seems
like I dont get paid, at least until Ive worked enough hours to pay off the
price they paid for me. Now sit up so I can get in too. Sitting face to face,
with the taps at my back, I had to lean forward, which thrust my tits in front
of his nose. Still no movement from his prick that I could see, so picking up a
sponge, I forced him to lean forward to wash his back until my tits physically
contacted his face but his response was not what I expected. His body began to
shake and it took me a little while to realise that it was fear. He was afraid
of me. Me, or women in general, I wondered?
I suppose some innate motherly instinct urged me to clasp
him to my body. Tears flowed silently down his cheeks and his face infused with
red, probably from the embarrassment of being held by a young girl. I was in
charge though and if I couldnt control him enough to get him to eat and sleep
properly, he would waste away and die or end up in hospital and Judith and
Thomas would have to face the music. My mind keyed in on that fact and while I
cuddled him, a plan began to take shape; an audacious plan but if it came off,
the threat of punishments would be lifted. I would really be in charge. Gradually
his shaking ceased and we relaxed. Peter, I said quietly, Youll be seeing
me naked a lot from now on and I will see you too. Were going to be sleeping
together and before long, we should be fucking. It doesnt hurt and theres
nothing to be afraid of and just so that we get to know each others bodies,
Im going to wash you and then you will do the same for me and you can try and
get that price tag off. Thatll take some doing, the sod used a permanent
marker pen.
Alcohol.
What?
Alcohol. Meths or isopropanol, that will get it off, he
whispered, If the hot water doesnt get it off, Dad will have some in the
workshop.
Fortunately that wasnt necessary. Soaking in the hot
water sweated most of it from my skin. We dried each other, he treating me like
a delicate china doll, me treating him delicately too because the hot water had
wrinkled his skin and several places on his arse, chafe sores were starting to
form. I did rub his prick and it even hardened a little but it hardly rose to
half-mast.
Can I go back on the computer now, only for an hour.
No, youre coming with me.
Whats the meaning of? Judith started as I burst into
the lounge where she sat watching TV. I didnt give her a chance to berate me
but immediately went into attack mode.
Have you seen your son lately? Disregarding his
protests Id half carried him from the bathroom and both of us stood naked in
front of his mother. Clearly the sight shocked her but I continued my verbal
assault. Have a good look now, not just at his prick but at his emaciated
body, his arms and his legs. Look at his arse and see the sores that are
forming. The only time Ive seen anyone looking like this was in a World War II
documentary at school when they liberated some concentration camp! This is
neglect and he ought to go to hospital for proper treatment but I know you
would be in real trouble if he did and it would cause him a lot of unnecessary
agro. Peter looked as though he wanted to crawl into a hole.
I didnt know hes an adult
Hes your son, for Gods sake. You know what hes like
and never checked on him? Thats neglect. If it was one of your horses, the
RSPCA would have prosecuted you and youd have ended up in prison and banned
from keeping animals for life but because he is your son, your flesh and blood,
and over eighteen you wash your hands of him.
I got you to look after him
That was pure chance so dont give me that fucking shit!
Had I not come things would have carried on until he collapsed and maybe died.
Your only worry then would have been the autopsy report!
Thats not fair, I love Peter
So when was the last time you spoke to him, had a
conversation? When was the last time you held him? Gave him a hug?
I dont think it would be appropriate for a mother to
hug her adult son
So its appropriate to bloody-well let him starve
himself to death? Out of sight and out of your hair? My voice had risen with
my anger but I knew I had the aces.
Paulie, please, Im tired. Leave mother alone, it was my
fault. Peter spoke almost for the first time and looked about ready to fall.
Gathering him in my arms again, I couldnt resist a
parting salvo. Well talk about this in the morning but remember I am not a
slave and you can remove the threat of any punishments, or maybe it will you
over my lap. Swiftly before she could retaliate, I took Peter back to our
bedroom and put cream on his sores. At first he cringed when I touched him but
gradually he relaxed a little and I expected it would take some time before I
gained his trust especially when I was in governess mode. While I felt pleased
with the result of my confrontation with Judith, I knew that she could still
make life difficult for me but thought I had the whip hand, at least for the
moment. Peter was strangely silent on the matter but then looked at me.
No, youre not going into the computer room. I
forestalled his request, Youre worn out and Im still suffering from last
nights party and being thrown out of bed this morning. Were both going to bed
now and dont even think about wearing pyjamas. Pushing him to the side of the
bed nearest the wall so hed have to clamber over me to get to his beloved
computer, I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a goodnight kiss. Again the
fear showed in his eyes and I knew Id have to take things slowly if he wasnt
to go completely berserk. Maybe my outburst downstairs added to his fear of me.
I awoke to find him carefully climbing over me. Sunshine
came through the curtains and I clearly saw Peter had an erection. Laughing, I
made a grab for it but he eluded me and headed for the bathroom. It had gone
down by the time he returned. That was very rude of you, I chided him. He
looked perplexed and then downcast when I went on, You lie in bed with a nice
hard prick and you didnt offer it to me. Then you come back in and its all
soft again. I hope you didnt wank yourself in there. Blushing, he shook his
head. What times breakfast?
I dont eat breakfast. Can I get on with my work now
please Governess?
Having a decent nights sleep must have cheered him up. Im
having breakfast so youre having breakfast. We need to build your body
strength up. Have a wash, find a clean shirt and trousers and then you can have
half an hour on your computer while I get ready and I dont want any hassle
when I come in to collect you. Understood?
Ill never get anything done with all your
interruptions, he complained and he complained again when I went in but when I
put my hand near the keyboard, he quickly saved his work and grumpily allowed me
to usher him downstairs.
Its Sunday. He stated the obvious when I asked why no
one was about. Fathers probably tinkering with that old engine he bought,
Mother will still be abed. Now can I get back to workGoverness? I knew he was
taunting me by sarcastically using my unwanted title but I didnt rise to it. I
didnt wish to increase his fear of me but I also wanted to be prepared when
Judith and Thomas made an appearance.
No, well cook our own. He had no idea where things
were but they werent hard to find and soon I had a pot of tea on the table,
cereals in bowls and bacon sizzling in the pan. He didnt eat a full breakfast
but at least he had some. The smell of bacon cooking brought Judith down and
Thomas in from his workshop and we all sat around the table nervously chatting
and avoiding the real issue. I noticed Peter getting agitated and when I looked
his way he asked, May I get down please Governess?
Yes you may and I wont disturb you until I bring coffee
in at 10:30. Afterwards you can take me on a tour of this place. We wont go
far, but Ill need you to show me where I can start digging a tunnel to make my
escape.
The ground here is heavy clay so I guess youll be here
a while, Thomas laughed but Peter gave me a sour look.
When he left Thomas left too, leaving me alone with
Judith. Paulie, I really didnt know he was a thin as that. I only ever see
his face and then only for short periods. I work odd hours at the Riding School
and leave him to see after himself. That seemed to be what he wanted and when
asked, he always said hed made himself something. For once I tried to keep my
temper under control but reaffirmed my belief that shed neglected him and to
my surprise, she almost, but not quite, agreed. She went on, You never were a
slave Paulie but at the time it seemed a nice pretence. I suppose you could
walk out now, but where would you go? Here you have a job, although we cannot
pay you much, but you have a place to sleep and your food. The money we paid to
your father was just an agency fee. Thats how they got around buying me. You
seem to be able to control Peter far better than I ever did so that is a plus
and I hope you will continue to do so and gradually build up his strength. She
was trying to worm her way out of her responsibility, she knew it and I knew it,
but I let it go for the moment.
I discussed Peters fear of women, it turned out it
wasnt just me, but went back to the early years of his childhood when the
school put him several classes ahead of his age group and the older children
bullied him, the girls being especially cruel. We didnt find out for over a
year and by then the damage was done, Judith informed me. If you can, be firm
but dont bully him. Ive let him get away with things for years now but maybe
this governess thing will work. Dont worry, you wont have to dig a tunnel or
plan a mass break out but I do hope youll stay and see how things work out.
Now, tell me, how did things go in bed last night?
Damn, damn, damn, where the hell is the mistake? Peter
fumed when I entered the room with coffee and biscuits.
Whats wrong? I asked innocently and looked at the two
screens hed set side by side, one had text and the other animated pictures.
You wouldnt understandand youre not taking me away
from here till I fix it.
Now you just listen to me Mr. Brainbox, I may not be in
your league when it comes to cleverness but I was in the top 20% of my year and
could have been higher if Id bothered to do the work so Im not some dumb
bimbo and I dont expect to be treated like one. If you have that much brain-power,
you can explain to me what you are doing in words that I can understand.
Secondly, yes, I am taking you away from here when youve drunk your coffee and
eaten the biscuits. Im here for a reason, you may not like it but Im in
charge of you, not the other way round. Now tell me what you are doing and then
close it down.
I saw the hate in his eyes and for the moment Im sure he
debated the wisdom of defying me. Close it Peter and slide your chair over
here and have your coffee and a chocolate biscuit. He did so grumbling that
hed never finish the programme at this rate. Again I asked what he was doing.
A game, an intellectual game where you have to solve a
puzzle before going on to the next stage but it keeps looping back instead of
moving on.
Is the game intended for the super intellectual or the
likes of me?
Anyone from 12 years upward.
So I will be able to test it? He nodded still
disgruntled and having to stop. You must have had similar set-backs before,
did it do any good to curse the screen and keep bashing away at the keyboard?
Sometimes
At other times it came to you later? He just nodded,
obviously understanding my thinking. Drink up, were going for a walk, its a
nice day. Before we set out, I gave him a hug, Treat the break as a
mini-holiday to refresh your mind.
We didnt go far before he became tired so we lay on the
grass side-by-side and I held his hand, more for his reassurance than any physical
contact. Look at the clouds, look at the shapes in them and relax, and maybe
the answer will come to you.
Ten minutes later he shot upright, Ive got it, you were
right! Please can we go back now? Whatever he did solved the problem and I had
little difficulty in getting him down for lunch.
Sunday lunch and only the two of us there, brought my
thoughts back to home, where Mum would always have a roast dinner for us and
often other members of our family. A tear trickled unbidden down my face and he
must have noticed because he asked what was wrong. When I told him he awkwardly
said, You are part of this family now. Seems your other family didnt want you.
I wasnt sure this family wanted me either but I embraced him and this time, he
held me. A little of his fear had left him.
10:15 p.m. Judith and Thomas arrived home and I greeted
them, I expected you back in time to cook supper.
Its dinner in this part of the country you bumkin. You
could have got something from the freezer and cooked it yourself. Judiths
slurred her words and she walked unsteadily.
I did but it would have been polite to let a bumkin know
beforehand. I thought the idea was to put Peter on a regular meal regime.
That imbecile wouldnt know if he missed a meal or not.
The noise of a bedroom door shutting alerted us to Peter having overheard the
remark.
Youre the one who raised him, I hissed and fled up the
stairs. Hed gone into the computer room and pushed a chair under the doorknob.
Probably I could, with Thomass help, have forced the door but I didnt want to
if I could help it. His parents followed me and Judith started yelling until
her husband told her bluntly to shut up and turning to me, apologised for not
letting me know they wouldnt be home for dinner.
You taking her side now Thomas are you? trying to be
nice so you can get into her knickers.
Could be. He said it as a joke but I knew he would act
on it, given half a chance.
Take her away Mr. Durrant please and let me try to talk
to Peter. Ill call you if I need help.
If you call him it will be to your bed you bitch.
Watch your language Mrs. Durrant but by then Thomas was
leading her to their bedroom and I spoke through the door to Peter.
Peter, open the door please. Im the only one here now.
Your mother is dead drunk and doesnt know what she is saying. We only met a
short while ago but already I know you are a genius but one who is afraid of
women. Youre not afraid of me though because you know I care for you even if I
dont let you do everything you want. Open the door for me please and we can
talk about it Eventually I heard the scraping of the chair and the door
opened. Tears rolled down his face as I gathered him in my arms and slowly shepherded
him to our bedroom. For a while neither of us said a word as he shed tears over
my blouse. Gradually his crying eased. Time for a shower Peter, then well
turn in and you can talk then if you wish, if not well cuddle until we drop
off to sleep.
Sleep did not come easily for either of us. Peters was
troubled by strange dreams and I kept thinking how once again, I had
antagonised my employer (if she could be called that) and wondered what revenge
she would take. 4:30 a.m. and the light was already streaming through the
curtains. I think Peter must have wakened me trying to get out of bed but this
time I pulled him on top of me and didnt let him get away. His prick was firm
and hard as I gently massaged it and, almost without him being aware of what I
was doing, allowed it to slide in to my wet opening.
Fuck me Petey, fuck me. You know what to do. At first
his movements were small and very tentative but slowly he gained confidence and
when I thrust back at him, his movements became steadier and stronger. So much
so, that I came long before he did and surprisingly, I enjoyed the experience.
He did too and after another cuddle, we dozed off.
I cant say I loved Petey (Id started calling him that
earlier) but I was fond of him, more though, as a mother for her son. Strange
when he was older than me and up till then, I didnt appear to have any
motherly instincts. Certainly the sex we had wasnt a motherly relationship.
Perhaps I also felt that my role was to be his protector and fight off the
wicked Judith and as a nursemaid to restore his health.
We saw Thomas briefly at breakfast and he apologised
again for the previous evening. I said that it wasnt his fault but the
reminder upset Petey for a while. Judith didnt appear until I made coffee at
mid-morning break and then we hardly spoke because I took Petey outside
afterwards for a short break and to make sure he got a little exercise and some
fresh air.
Judith made lunch and we sat around the table making
desultory conversation without saying anything important. Petey sat very close
to me eying his mother with suspicion but she didnt react in any way until at
the end of the meal she asked, Can you leave Peter for an hour or so Paulie? I
have to get some food from the supermarket and thought you might want some
things.
Can we get back by three-thirty so I can make sure this
naughty boy takes a break and has a walk? Id a shrewd suspicion wed do more
than shop. I should also see a doctor to renew my prescription for
contraceptive pills. Petey blushed and I caught a knowing look in Judiths
eye.
The signposts only gave the names of local villages but I
tried to memorise them as we drove in silence, each waiting for the other to
make the first move. After a couple of miles she pulled into a shallow lay-by
and switched off the engine but it took a minute or two of thought before she
spoke.
Last night when you criticised me for not letting you
know we wouldnt be home for dinner, and again when Thomas hinted that he would
try and have sex with you, I could easily have thrown out and left you to fend
for yourself on the streets. Only Thomas taking me away prevented it and I
think he would have made sure you didnt leave anyway. Early this morning we
talked about it and pointed out what you had achieved with Peter in the short
time youve been with us, and how youd handled the aftermath of what I said to
him. I know Ill have to apologise but I cannot see it doing any good. He wont
believe I didnt mean what I said. Can you convince him of that?
I very much doubt it. He believes what you said in your
drunken state, was more truthful than platitudes spoken sober. In many ways I
agree with him. I know Ive said things when Ive been drunk and they were
usually the truth or at least a coloured version of the truth. The only way to
convince him is by your actions. Until now, he seems to have been treated like
a freak and left on his own to get on and do what he likes without regard to
his mental and physical health. I dont know how much I can do in either
respect but I seem to be gaining his trust and am making a little progress.
You are and thats why I am willing to let you stay,
provided you keep out of my husbands trousers. The other reason for stopping
here is to say Im sorry for not letting you know of our arrangements last
night and for calling you a bumkin. You needed to know in advance that you had
to prepare a meal and I was being spiteful in keeping the information to myself.
You certainly didnt deserve the denigrating term either. Can we call a truce in
our little war? I accepted her apology and offer of a truce but still felt she
gave them unwillingly and she still wanted the situation where I was the slave
shed bought.
We talked for another half-hour about my previous life
and hers but the doubts I had as to the genuineness of her words persisted. We
visited the shopping centre where she allowed me to purchase items for myself
and for Petey and made an appointment for me to visit the family planning
clinic in two days time. Thomas took me but I insisted on Petey coming as well.
Neither of them wanted that for different reasons. However, I realised Thomas
was far more concerned about his sons welfare than his wife but again the
excuse was that running the farms took all his time and he left his wife to
look after things in the house, including Peter.
Judith apologised to him three days after our
conversation but it couldnt have been much of an apology. She nipped in to see
him when I went to the kitchen to make mid-morning coffee and was gone before I
took it upstairs. Peter just said when I returned, Mothers been in and said
she was sorry for her remark. He never mentioned again.
After a week, Peteys health had improved noticeably. He
gained several pounds, seemed less tired and was able to joke with me although
with his parents, he was more reserved. My computer curfew times still irked
him but I refused to alter them. It rained hard one morning after our coffee
break so we couldnt go out and I suggested he set up one of his old computers (still
more modern than the one we used for farm work at home) for my use. After some
debate, he agreed but I would only have an Internet connection when he could
supervise it and I wasnt to use it when he was working. I thought I could get
round that if I proved I could use it and not disturb him. At least I could
access my webmail account and I emailed Janie Keats to let her know where I was
and a little about the situation I was in. Next day her reply asked if I wanted
the authorities to intervene but I said that I was better off here than at
home.
Petey, like most men I suppose, once he found a willing
woman, wanted to fuck at least night and morning even if the effort puffed him
out. We tried it in various ways and our relationship grew steadily closer,
whereas his relationship with his mother never improved and if anything it
deteriorated. With me, she still kept a faade of friendliness but with an
aloof detachment and an undercurrent of spitefulness that I tried not to
provoke.
As part of his rehabilitation, I took Petey to the cinema
in town one afternoon. Half a mile from the farm the road was on a rural bus
route with two buses in each direction each weekday. By allowing him to work
all morning, we caught the lunchtime bus into town, saw the film and went to a
caf for something to eat and then to kill time before the bus left for home,
we sat in the park and cuddled and kissed like several other young couples. I
knew then that my feelings for him were more than those of a governess and
thought he had similar feelings for me although neither of us expressed our
thoughts on the matter. That he seemed to be overcoming his nervousness at
being in public also pleased me but I wondered how he would get on if he went
out alone.
Nothing untoward happened until one Sunday when Id been
there a little over a month. The weather turned very warm and I didnt want to
stay cooped up inside. Petey now close to finishing his game and eager to
continue doing whatever it was he did to it, Judith away at the riding school
and Thomas I presumed in the barn workshop tinkering with his engines, left me
on my own. Wandering outside and hearing the distinctive chuff, puff, puff,
puff, of a steam engine I peered inside the barn. Thomas had fired up his
little traction engine and out of curiosity, I went in and chatted about it and
some of the other engines he had. Of course, he flirted and several of his
remarks had double meanings but I brushed them aside. Because of the heat, Id
worn shorts and a thin blouse and left the top button undone. With my sweating,
my black bra showed clearly through the fabric and no doubt Thomas found it
provocative, but he kept his hands to himself. Come back again and Ill show
you some of the other things I have that you might be interested in, he called
when I left. I replied by blowing his a kiss.
Next thing I knew, a tremendous pain, a line of fire
burnt its way across my back, quickly followed by three more and one across my
tits when I turned screaming to face my assailant. I fell to the ground. Judith
stood there, riding crop in hand ready to wield it again. With a voice full of
hate and anger on her face she yelled, You bitch, you little whore, I warned
you to keep away from my husband. A kick in my stomach caused me to curl into
a ball. Vaguely I remember Thomas pulling his wife away and seeing blood on my
blouse before I passed out. Petey held me when I came round and I noticed blood
on his shirt too. Lie still in case there are any internal injuries, Paulie.
Dont talk, the ambulance is on its way and fathers taken mother into the
house. His lips touched mine. Tears rolled down my face from the intense pain
but I felt safe in his arms.
We didnt do anything; only talked about his engines. I
hoped hed believe me.
Of course, I believe you, Paulie. In any case Dad was
still in his greasy overalls and youre clean. I love you, well get away from
this place when youve recovered. In spite of my pain, I tried to smile and we
kissed again. The paramedics removed the tattered remains of my blouse and put
large dressings on my cuts. An awful lot of blood spread over my body but they
assured me the cuts were not deep and I probably wouldnt be scarred. Peter
came with me in the ambulance and inwardly I smiled at the thought that hed
torn himself away from his computer to be with me.
Of course the whole sordid affair soon became public
knowledge. The doctors reported a non-accidental injury, the police became
involved and so did the press. One splashed the lurid headline, Girl sold as
sex slave and whipped. Judith was arrested and detained for several days, my
parents and Peter and Thomas were questioned at some length and when two days
later, they released me from hospital, the police put me in a refuge house. I
still had dressings over the cuts but painkillers kept my suffering down. When
he brought fresh clothing to the hospital for me he police refused Peter entry to
my bedside and I told me not to contact anyone from either family but that only
inflamed my rebelliousness. Petey got a message to me though Janie and after a
week, I managed to get to a payphone and contact him on his mobile and arranged
to meet in town. He looked gaunt and weary and I guessed hed returned to his
old ways of not eating or sleeping properly. The worry over me didnt help
either.
Have you finished the game now that you dont have a
governess interrupting you all the time? I asked.
No, Ive been trying to find a place for us to live.
That shook me. I cant continue to live there with a mother who even if she is
not put in prison, thinks Im some sort of imbecilic freak and is blaming me
for what happened. If you were a normal boy, I would never have bought the
bitch, he imitated his mothers voice. I really want you back with me Paulie,
I love you and I think you love me to.
I do Petey but how are we going to afford a place of our
own? Ive no money apart from a few pounds I got from a victim support fund.
Will the police stop us? They told me not to even see you.
Moneys not a real problem. I had a legacy when I became
eighteen and Im making money from an earlier computer game I did and I hope
the new game will be as successful. The police never arrested me or charged me
with any offence and that was largely your doing. You insisted to them that you
seduced me and not the other way round so they have no grounds for keeping us
apart. I checked. It may not be what they want, but they cannot stop us. Would
you like to see the place Ive found? Its small and needs decorating but its
closer to the exchange so Ill get a faster broadband connection.
I had to smile and guessed that was the deciding factor
in his choice of place. If your governess allows you to spend time on it!
Finis