Louise
Synopsis
To save herself from a term of imprisonment after she had viciously attacked her mother, Louise is indentured into the service of their neighbour. She is taken to a lonely island for him to train her.

Louise
by obohobo
Warning
The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly written for adults only. 
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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental, etc.

Copyright obohobo 2002

Chapter One. The attack.
The loud altercation between May and her daughter Louise had been going on for some minutes. Knowing Louise’s propensity for violence I opened the connecting gate between our gardens and theirs and crossed the lawn to May’s house. Two high pitched screams emanated from the kitchen and on passing the window I saw May leaning on the counter covering her hands covering face. Just as I arrived at the front door it opened. Louise stormed out, turned and shouted back at her mother, “Perhaps now you will do as I sodden well tell you!” Seeing me she spat, “And you can keep your snotty nose out of it.”

I am Eric Laxley and at 29 I am comfortably well off. My parents died in a car crash four years previously and I inherited the house, a croft cottage on the small island of Bornholm now a bird sanctuary off the coast of Wales. Grandfather bought the croft with four acres of land during the depression era when it went for a song. A few years ago the Royal Society for the Protection of Birds bought the island as a bird reserve and wanted our land too but we refused to sell. In recent years I’ve spent a considerable amount of time there watching and filming the wildlife. My parents left enough money in bonds and insurance policies that I don’t really have to work but having been apprenticed to a joinery firm, I have a love of wood and craft work. Mostly this is for my own enjoyment but also use my talents helping others either for a nominal charge or no charge at all. My other love is natural history. I am a keen member of the local Wild Life Trust and often show excerpts of my animal and bird filming to them as part of their winter month's programme.
May is in her fifties, fairly plump and when not harassed by her daughter, is of a jovial disposition. Her husband died of cancer a decade ago. Even while my parents were alive she and I had were on good terms and since their death May has become almost a surrogate mother to me. In return I did a lot of repair work on her house.
Louise is totally different in character. She inherited her mother's tendency for plumpness but her nature is sour and demanding; her tongue sharp, her temper quick. Because of this she's never had any real friends and all the jobs she tried lasted only a few weeks at most before she was asked to leave. As a child she learned that by throwing a tantrum should could get what she wanted from her father. Unfortunately she did not grow out of the habit when he died and has continued to bulldoze her mother in the same way. Even as a not unattractive teenager her caustic comments kept all but the bravest boys at bay and those that did venture near were soon stung. As a boy I learned to keep out of her way and nowadays tried to work on the house when she was out.
Now at 25 Louise has became more introverted and aggressive to others. Her father’s long battle against cancer with May nursing him twenty fours hours a day at the end meant there was little money left after the funeral. May took two part time jobs one as a waitress in a local cafe and the other as a school cleaner. Neither paid very well and Louise’s demands kept them always in debt.

Entering the house, I found May now sitting on the floor, screaming in pain, her hands still covering her face. A riding crop lay tossed on a chair. 
“My God, May, what has she done to you?” I gently removed her hands and was aghast at the sight. Two livid weals, one across each cheek extending from mouth to ear. Already they were ridged and a deep crimson colour. 
“She wanted salmon and I could only afford cod” sobbed May.
“You mean she welted you for a plate of fish?” I was incredulous. Stunned.
“One thing lead to another and she started on at me again for being the worst mother in the world and then I lost it and told if that was the case to pack her bags and leave.” “She said it was her home and I should go and when I told her to get the hell out of it, she picked the riding crop from the hook in the hall and slashed me.”
I tended the weals with witchhazel and a salve and gave her a couple of paracetamol. Settling her sobbing gently in a chair I phoned Ernie Hargreaves, a friend who was also the local policeman. Ernie was a typical friendly local bobby. Now nearing retirement he knew everyone in the village and always stopped for a chat to any he passed by. He of course knew Louise’s escapades having seen May with black eyes and bruises on more than one occasion. Ernie is also a noted naturalist, and we belong to the same Wild Life Group. We know each other well. Although off duty he came round immediately.
Seeing May’s face he immediately suggested Louise be arrested and charged with GBH (grievous bodily harm). May, he said, should be taken to the hospital and examined by a police surgeon. He suggested that for further photographic evidence of the severity should it be necessary I use my Polaroid camera to photograph it and to take more photos at intervals during the day. Ernie suggested that Louise would most likely be sent to prison for at least three months.
Despite her pain and anger, May had no wish to see her daughter imprisoned and have a criminal record. What was to be done? All of us agreed it would not be safe for May to live alone under the same roof with her daughter, yet May would not sanction her arrest or being sent to a psychiatric institution. “She just needs a strong man to control her,” she stated with a sideways glance at me.
“How long will she be gone?” I asked. “She took the bus to Shrewsbury and the next one back to the village isn’t until 1 o’clock and the one after that is at four,” answered the still weeping May. 
“Then we have most of the day to plan what to do.”

Chapter 2. The Indenture
Louise returned on the 4 o’clock bus. Fury written all over her features. It had been so embarrassing. After she had spent a considerable time much to the annoyance of the sales staff, Jones & Templey had refused to accept her credit card. Ernie had seen to getting it cancelled. May’s face by this time was very swollen and an array of grotesque colours. Louise stormed in, paused when she saw her mother’s face and for a second it almost seemed as if she was going to say, sorry but all she actually did was to snarl at me, “You still here? Haven’t you a home to go to?” To her mother she said, “You’ll pay for this bitch.”
Entering her bedroom for a moment she stood dumbfounded. It was almost bare. All her things were gone. Her clothes, her ornaments, her cuddly soft toys. Wardrobe empty, tallboy empty, dressing table cleared. She stared. All she could see was a suitcase on the bed ready packed with a few clothes and toiletries. They are sending me away, she thought. Her foul mood worsened. Returning to the lounge with fists flying and physically and verbally attacking both her mother and myself she demanded the return of her stuff. 
As pre-arranged Ernie arrived in full uniform. “Louise Elizabeth Redman I am arresting you for the grievous bodily harm you have inflicted on your mother. You don’t have to say anything...” Louise spun and aimed a fist in Ernie’s direction but I caught in mid flight. Despite her struggles and invective Ernie and I forced her hands behind her back and fastened them with a pair of handcuffs. 
Being forced to sit in a chair and more or less immobile, didn’t stop the flow of abuse from Louise. A strip of packaging tape across her mouth did. We left her like that to cool off a little and adjourned to the kitchen and made a pot of tea.
Returning I stood before her and spoke. “Louise, look at your mother’s face. Try and feel some of the pain she is going through. Imagine what would have happened if the strokes had been only a tiny fraction higher and she was blinded. This is not the first time you have beaten her. We all know that and can testify to the fact. Yet you show no remorse. Only anger that you cannot get you own way all the time. PC Hargreaves has every right to take you into custody and charge you with GBH for which you could get a prison sentence of at least three months, more likely a year. Your mother even though you have hurt her badly, doesn’t of want this but she now has little say in the matter. It is up to PC Hargreaves whether or not he charges you with the offence. A criminal offence has been committed and your mother has no rights as to whether or not you are charged. Nod your head if that is clear.” Louise looked daggers at us. “Is that clear?” This time she nodded.
Ernie interjected. “After your shameful behaviour to your own mother I am very willing to see you put away. Prison might do you a lot of good or it might make you worse. On my visits to various prisons one thing very noticeable is an excessive politeness to others - unless you are top dog. Top dogs are the roughest, toughest and meanest inmates and all others defer to them. If they don’t they are often severely beaten, sometimes permanently damaged. Even killed. With your temper that could easily happen. Out of respect for your mother, not you, I may decide not to press the charges but I will need a lot of convincing that it will be in both her and your best interest.”
Tears were now flowing freely from Louise. I continued. “We discussed this at some length while you were away. We decided that it would not be safe for your mother if we allowed you to stay. Therefore a case of essential items has been packed for you. Your leaving this house is not negotiable. You are going.”
“However, we are giving you two choices. One as you have just heard is for you to be charged and held on remand until your trial and sentence. The second is more unusual. Firstly to make up for a little of the pain you inflicted you will receive a bare bum hiding. Secondly you will indenture yourself as a servant for a period of two months into my service with up to one month’s remission for good behaviour. We have taken the indenture text from an early 19th century document, which gives me as your master, full rights over you. In return I will pay you £500 per month. This will however, be paid to your mother to compensate her to a limited extent for the suffering you caused and for loss of work. She will not be able to undertake her waitressing work until her face is back to normal and she is unlikely to be able to work as a cleaner for some days. I will now read you the indenture document after which we will remove the tape from your mouth and release the handcuffs. If there is another burst of abuse and violence from you then you will immediately be arrested and taken away. If you control yourself you will be given 30 minutes to go to your bedroom to study the document and to make your decision. At the end of the 30 minutes you will either sign the indenture agreement or be arrested. The choice is yours. Not much of a choice I admit but at least you have the chance to try and alter your behaviour without getting a criminal record." I picked up the document.
“The indenture reads:
This Indenture Witnesseth that Louise Margaret Redman of Little Brompton in the County of Shropshire doth put herself into the service of Eric Reginald Laxby to learn the art of servitude and to serve from this 4th day of May in the year of our Lord two thousand until the end and term of two full calendar months and from thence following to be ended and complete. During which term the said Louise Margaret Redman her master shall faithfully serve, his secrets keep, his commands everywhere gladly do. She shall do no damage to her said master nor see to be done by others but to the best of her of her ability shall prevent or forthwith give warning to her said master of the same. She shall not buy or sell nor absent herself from her said master’s service unlawfully but in all things as a faithful servant she shall behave herself towards her said master during the said term.
And for the true performance of all and every the said Covenants and Agreements either of the said parties bindeth herself unto the other by these Presents. In witness whereof the parties above named have hereunto set their hand and seals the 4th day of May in the year of our Lord two thousand.
Signed in the presence of.............................. Master
                                         ............................. Servant
                                         ............................. Mother
                                        .............................. Constable.”
There was a look of absolute horror on Louise’s face. She would never become subservient to anyone. Or would she? The alternative was prison.
I repeated the general outline of the document and waited for the important terms to sink in. I resumed speaking. “Now Louise, remember what I said. I am going to remove the tape from your mouth and the cuffs from your wrists. If there is any abuse or violence the constable here will immediately arrest you and take you away. You may take this copy of the indenture to your bedroom to study it and think about the alternative for half an hour then you must make up your mind whether to agree to the terms. If you have any questions you may come down and ask them, or ask either myself or PC Hargreaves to come up and answer them. If you agree to the terms you will be given your bare bottom punishment right away in front of us all and then you will get your suitcase and carry it to my house. Remember no abuse, no violence. Understand?”
Louise nodded sullenly. The tape and cuffs were removed and while she silently cursed the lot of us, she said nothing out loud. Still angry and crying she snatched the document and clumped upstairs.
We continued discussing the situation. Ernie firmly believing he should just take her into custody and have done with it but reluctantly allowing his friendship with us to go along with the ‘game’ at least for the time being. Twenty minutes later came a call from the top of the stairs asking me to come and answer some questions. “Tell me,” she said, “Will I have to take more punishment from you during the two months or will the hiding you are going to give me now be the one and only?” 
“Louise, if you are good and behave yourself impeccably, then yes but in all honesty I cannot see that happening so you will receive more punishments. I will be fair if rather strict and the punishments will be related to the seriousness of the offence.”
“Will you want to er...er... have sex with me?”
“Again I must be truthful and say yes. We will be living together in a remote one bed house with only primitive facilities and little privacy.”
“You’re taking me to the island? What if I become ill? What if I become pregnant? I’ve never had a man before. What if...?”
“Louise,” I said, “I think the ‘what if’ you should have thought about is ‘what if I had been nicer to my mother?’ Now your time is nearly up. You must make your decision. Take your punishment from us or from the government.” I left the room.
A few minutes later she came down and muttered, “I don’t really have a choice do I? I have to sign and go with you.”

Chapter 3. The Punishment
“May, would you mind loaning me one of your slippers please? Louise, remove your skirt and knickers please.”
“Oh no. Please let me keep my knickers on. They won’t make much difference will they?”
“Louise, you were told it was to be a bare bum hiding and that is what you are going to get. End of argument! Bare your bum or we will do it for you.” Reluctantly she removed the offending garment and laid herself across my lap.
May’s size 6 slipper was an el-cheapo of Indonesian manufacture with fleecy uppers and man-made ‘rubber’ soles now somewhat worn and roughened with use. Ideal for the purpose for which it was now going to be used.
Ernie decided that as a policeman he ought not to witness the actual physical violence I was going to inflict but said he would come back later to see how it all went. He left the handcuffs, which surprised me. He explained they were not standard police issue but were left at a crime scene many years ago and never claimed perhaps for obvious reasons.
I knew this was the make or break point. At the end of the next few minutes I would either have established my authority or she would have won. Her blouse had worked down partially covering her arse so I pulled it back and gripped her firmly around the waist. Holding the slipper by the heel end I laid four hard swats to her bottom, two to each cheek in rapid succession. For a second or two there seemed no response but by the time two more had landed Louise was screaming her head off and trying to push herself off my lap. Her hands flew back to cover her rear.
“Louise,” I said, “One of the things you must learn during your period with me is CONTROL. Control over tongue, control over your temper, control over your actions. Now your body and lie still.” She didn’t seem to hear amidst her crying and screaming and continued to flail about.
“Right then, I’m not going to gag you because you might choke but I am going to restrain you. May, please pass me the cuffs.”
Despite her struggles I fastened one cuff around her wrist, passed the other around the front leg of the chair before clipping it to the other wrist. I then trapped her legs between mine so she was now bent over my left leg and held with the right. 
Realising now that she could not move to any great extent, Louise’s shouting increased in volume until I made it clear the more she yelled the more she would get walloped. The slipper now rose and fell in a steady rhythm until her arse was bright red. I do not know how many strokes I gave her but her poor bum certainly felt on fire when I ran my hand over it. Her writhing against my crotch had given me an erection, which I did my best to hide from May, but I think she just chose to ignore it.
“Pass me the riding crop please, May.”
“You don’t think she has had enough Eric?”
“The slippering was to punish her for all the times she has hit you, given you black eyes and bruises. How many times has that been? I guess the slippering fell far short of the pain you received from her. The crop is for the marks she made on your face today and I think six strokes on the arse is still less than the equivalent to two on the face.”
Louise was blubbering like a baby and tried to protest she couldn’t take any more. “Sorry, Louise, you just don’t have any choice.”
The welts that appeared across both bum cheeks were deep and angry and brought forth horrendous screams. For a while she sobbed and shook and I let her lay as she was across my knee. After a while I gently lowered her to the floor and lifted the chair leg free of the cuffs but didn’t detach them from the wrists. She lay on the floor sobbing unable to touch her rear with cuffed wrists.
“Louise, your punishment session is over. As far as I am concerned, the slate is wiped clean of your past misdeeds against your mother. From now on any punishment you get will be for wrong doings you commit from now on. Unless you again do something heinous you should never ever receive thrashing this severe. I am now going to place you over the arm of the sofa so we have access to your bottom. It will be some days before the pain subsides and you can sit properly but we are going to do what we can to ease it a little.”
May obtained a towel soaked it in cold water and laid it over Louise’s upturned bum. It brought a little gasp of relief as the cold damp material tried to quench the fire but the relief was short lived. For half an hour or so I continued to apply cold towels followed by a cold cream salve. My fingers did stray to areas not affected by the walloping but I didn’t go too far whilst under the May’s watchful eye although I don’t think it would have bothered her too much. Her own face was still much too sore and hers eyes now partially closed to worry about any indiscretions I might take with her daughter who in any case at her age should have produced her at least one grandchild. 
Mealtime was now approaching. May’s face was too sore to even think of eating but I made her another pot of tea and found some biscuits she could dunk if she felt like it. With help Louise stood and I carefully raised her skirt. I didn’t bother with the knickers, it would only hurt the abraded skin more and they would be coming off again when she arrived at my house. The cuffs remained in place although she pleaded for their removal.
Fetching the suitcase from the bedroom I said goodbye to May and after promising to look in on her again later, guided Louise across the gardens to my home.

Chapter 4. Subservience
Louise stood shaking in the kitchen. Removing her all her lower clothing I took them and her case to what was now our bedroom. Returning with a soft pair of slippers from the case, she held the counter edge while I knelt to put the slippers on her feet. The operation put my face level with her mound and I could not resist the temptation the fold my arms around her arse and kiss her cunt. Only the merest touch of my arms on the very sore flesh was enough to push her hips forward on to my lips.
“You pervert,” she blurted.
“Control, Louise, control. Outbursts like that will only bring you more pain. Remember you are indentured to me until July 4th, which as it happens, is also American Independence Day. Until then we shall be eating, sleeping, bathing and fucking together. A kiss on the cunt may well be the least of the perversions!”
Palming her buttocks with both hands, I gently squeezed. Normally this would not even have been unpleasant but with the state of her bum flesh it elicited a loud, “AAAHHH.” I kissed her again. No comment this time. Perhaps she was learning.
“Louise, I am going to remove the cuffs at least for an hour or so to test your behaviour. I don’t think you will run far dressed as you are!” The cuffs had begun to chafe and I didn’t want blisters on her wrists. She had enough on the arse. Briefly rubbing the chafing, her hands went to her tender bottom and gently rubbed both cheeks. Tears were still in her eyes but she wasn’t sobbing out loud.
“Part of your duties will be to keep the house clean and do the cooking. Tonight, I will cook but you will begin to learn where the plates, pans and cutlery live and help where you can. “I can’t cook,” she said, “Mum always does the cooking.” 
“Now is your chance to learn! You will not be able to keep a man if you cannot cook.”
“Who said I wanted to keep a man!” she replied but there wasn’t too much venom in her voice.
We had a simple meal, Louise standing and not eating much and I left her to do the washing up. To protect herself from hot water splashes, she wore a plastic apron which covered her frontal parts but left her rear exposed. Quite an appealing sight.
Ernie phoned to see how things were and I invited him over. Louise was still at the sink when he arrived. Blushing as Ernie entered the kitchen, she tried unsuccessfully to cover her bum cheeks with her wet hands. We did not allow this and Ernie congratulated me on a job well done. Discussing how to control Louise over the next two months I pointed out the problem with the cuffs. Ernie gave me the address of a lingerie shop in Shrewsbury that the local police had investigated some months ago. “Ask for Janet to show you the range of restraints she keeps at the back. Don’t say I sent you. I’ll pop in and see how May is on my way back.”
Louise finished washing up and I showed her where the dishes went. As she bent and stretched I had good views of her arse and sex which had its effect on my prick. Pushing her over a counter much to her disgust and despite her screams and protests, I massaged her slit gently. I tried not to hurt her rear too much but just had to relieve my frustration at seeing her naked cunt so many times in the past few hours.
Sobbing again Louise showed no outward signs of having enjoyed the experience but I noted she had become quite wet. I bent and kissed her sex lips and sucked her clitoris. Her arse cheeks were still hot and felt very warm against my face. Now there was a little more response. She began to squirm but still showed no open signs of enjoyment. Kissing her cunt once more I helped her up and allowed her to finish clearing the kitchen. It was the first time for ages the place had been so tidy.
“I thought you were going to rape me.”
“I very nearly fucked, not raped as you are indentured to me, but thought I would control myself for a little while longer. After all I am telling you to keep yourself under control,” I replied.
With her buttocks now turning a wide variety of colours, I thought it might ease the pain and stiffness it she had a bath. The bathroom was rather old fashioned with a cast iron enamelled bath and a white toilet and sink unit. For some time I debated on whether to install a shower but had never got around to it. I kept it reasonably clean at least by bachelor standards so I didn’t have to apologise for that but I did mention there was no lock or rather there was a lock but no key. A few years previously a child visitor had locked himself in and took a while to persuade him to unlock the door. Thereafter I kept the key in a jar in the kitchen. Louise looked very apprehensive as I ran the water. So far I had only seen her naked from the waist down, now she would be showing everything. Fear showed that she would be expected to sit in the hard bath.
“Get undressed,” I commanded. For a few moments she hesitated then commenced taking off the few clothes she still had on. For the first time I saw her breasts or at least I partially saw them. After dropping her bra she quickly folded her arms across them. Taking hold of both wrists, I pulled them apart. Deliberately being crude, I remarked, “Nice pair of tits.” Cupping them in both hands, I massaged them until the nipples stood out. “Please don’t,” she whimpered.
“Get used to the fact, that I will be feeling and using all parts of your body.” Taking a towel from the airing cupboard, I folded it in quarters and submerged it on the bottom of the bath. “I think it will be least painful if you kneel on the towel,” I said. Louise nodded. She had been strangely quiet since the meal. Helping her in, and in doing so I copped another feel of her tits, she lowered herself into the water. She seemed to find it less painful to sit if her heels were apart with her bum between them. Her arms pressing on the bath edge took some of her weight. Picking up a sponge, I washed her back and then started on her front. Demurring at first Louise began to accept it and acquiesced almost like bathing a baby.
“We’ll leave your arse to soak for a while,” I said. I then started to undress. Louise kept turning her head away but I noticed she did keep glancing surreptitiously at my cock which was by now semi-hard. Sitting in front of her, I washed myself then stood and helped her to rise. With our wet bodies touching, my arms around her back, my cock against her belly, I pulled her head to mine and tried to kiss her. She turned away.
One of my hands went to a bum cheek and as I started to grip it she realised what was to happen and turned her face to mine. There was no response to my kiss. Just cold, unmoving lips, I persisted and after a number of attempts she began to kiss back although hers were always very reserved.
We dried each other, me paying special attention to her sexual parts; she doing so with reluctance and after verbal persuasion. I stood at the loo and pissed. “Do you want me to hold you up while you pee so you don’t have to sit?” 
“That’s disgusting,” complained Louise.
“Well you can do it standing if you wish,” I said. 
“You’re not watching while I do it are you?”
“Yes.”
“That’s disgusting,” she repeated.
“Not half as disgusting as you peeing over the floor or in the bed!” I stood her over the pan and after a short wait, the piss began to flow. I dried her.
Finding an old dressing gown for her and donning mine we returned downstairs. “Make a pot of tea for us, please,” I requested. She did so without complaint. Piling some of the softest cushions at one end of the settee, I suggested it was time for her to try and sit. Very gingerly her bottom touched the cushions and only gradually did she allow them to take her full weight and then only with a few “Ow’s” and groans. Never-the-less she was able to sit if not too comfortably. 
Curling my arm around her shoulders and giving her a small hug and a little praise we watched TV until bedtime. We used the bathroom together with less shyness than earlier and then adjourned to the bedroom. She realised she wouldn’t get a nightdress but would have to sleep naked. “Lou,” I said, “At the moment I cannot trust you enough not to try and get away in the night so I am going to have to cuff you to the bed. I’ll give you a few minutes to find your most comfortable sleeping position and see how best to restrain you.”
Sleeping more or less on one side seemed preferable so I fitted one cuff around an ankle and the other to a bed rail. It was obvious it wouldn’t be long before her ankle was rubbed sore. Getting an old sock I cut off the foot and used the remainder doubled over under the metal. 
Climbing under the bedclothes beside her, I began to cuddle and fondle her tits and cunt. Louise lay still although she became very wet between her legs. Her body though showed a cold indifference, a passive resistance to my advances. Fondling her, I tried to engage in conversation but receiving only monosyllabic replies, I eventually gave up.
3.45. The bright red figures of the radio clock blinked. “What are you trying to do?” I questioned. Louise had worked her way to the bottom of the bed and I feared she was trying to release the cuff and escape. 
“I was only trying to get the sock back on. The metal is cutting my ankle but it is difficult to do it under the bedclothes and with you sleeping alongside.”
Switching on the light and seeing it was indeed the case. The sock was nearly clear of the handcuff clasp. “How long have you been awake?”
“Hours. Don’t think I have slept at all”
Releasing the cuff I suggested she went down and made a pot of tea. The night air was cool and I noticed her nipples stood erect. Picking up my dressing gown she held it up, “May I?” I nodded. It was a good sign. She was starting to control herself. I noted her arse was still very raw and the crop welts were turning blue. They looked very angry and sore.
The hot tea wakened my urges again and once the mugs were replaced on the tray one arm snaked around her back and the hand on the other arms played with her breasts. Still not much response. I took her hand and placed it on my hard cock and closed her fingers around the shaft. It remained there. Unmoving, although I thought I felt the odd squeeze or two. I felt between her thighs. Wet.
Deciding now would be the time, I said, “Lou, I’ve controlled myself long enough. You’re wet and physically ready. I’m hard and ready. The time has come for you to become a real woman.”
“You....., you are going to rape me.” I wasn’t sure if it was a statement or a question.
“No, I’m going to fuck you. Have you had a man do it to you before?”
“No!”
“Just the dildo then?” Her face looked aghast. 
“What do you mean by that?”
“We cleared your room remember. I took the bottom drawer of the tallboy right out and found your toy and reading material, the Black Lace and Masquerade books. Obviously you are not as sexually frigid as you would have us believe. If you really haven’t had a real cock inside you before you are now. Slide down the bed a bit and open your legs.”
“No.”
“Very well, we’ll do it the hard way.” I pulled the bedclothes over her head, jumped out and grabbed her feet. To prevent her kicking I lay across them whilst picking up a pair of socks from the floor. With these I tied her feet well apart to the bedrail. During her struggles the bedclothes landed on the floor so she lay there, naked and fully exposed.
“Bastard!”
“Temper, temper. You know what happens when you use language like that.” To add emphasis to the statement I gripped her arse cheeks again.
“Ooooww! Nooo! Don't!! Please don’t.”
“Lou, are you going to accept what I am going to do or shall I tie your hands to the bedhead rails? Do you want to be really helpless like some of the stories or can I leave your hands free?”
“If you tie me then you can’t say I agreed to it.”
Another pair of socks from the drawer served to fasten Louise’s hand to the headboard rail. I had unhindered access to her body. Although the air was still a little chilly at this early hour of the morning neither of us felt it. She was very vulnerable; she was mine. I kissed her fully on the mouth holding her head when she tried to turn away, and slowly carried the kisses down to her breasts. Savouring the nipples as I took them deeply into my mouth and feeling them stiffen under my devotions. 
Working down I tickled her belly button with my tongue and on down to her crotch. I laved her slit and sucked her clit until she began involuntarily to moan. Her passive resistance gradually gave way and her hips began to move. “Please.....” she murmured. I didn’t know if that meant please do it or please don’t, so I carried on.
My erection by now was throbbing hard. I climbed between her legs and entered my cock in the vagina. It slid all the way in, her virginity had already gone. Perhaps she really had never had a man, only her vibrator. 
Starting with long slow strokes I gradually increased the tempo until I was rapidly thrusting in and out of her cunt my balls banging against her arse. Once again her involuntary movements only in part caused by the pain of my weight pressing her sore buttocks to the bed, betrayed her real feelings. At that pace I couldn’t last long. Soon I erupted inside her. 
Slowly withdrawing, I lay beside her. Releasing her bonds I drew the covers over us and cuddled her to me. “What if you have made me pregnant?” she asked.
“Unlikely, you have only just finished your period.”
“How do you know that?”
“When I removed your knickers to spank you there was a panty liner inside. Now be quiet and try and sleep for a couple of hours.”

Chapter 5. Shopping
The seats of the old Landrover were rather hard and Louise suffered as she bounced on her tender bottom. Fortunately she suffered in comparative silence. We visited the family planning clinic in Shrewsbury first and they prescribed contraceptive pills and then on to the lingerie shop Ernie suggested. Here I was in for a surprise.
Seeing the shop, Louise didn’t want to enter. Outside it looked like an ordinary shop that sold women’s underwear. Louise did not know of the other gear it sold so why the reluctance to enter? I pushed her through the door. The shop assistant went pale and reached down below the counter and pressed the alarm button. We heard it ring in the back room.
Still holding Louise by the hand I asked the girl if Janet was available. 
“I’m Janet.” A middle aged woman appeared. “Miss Redman, I didn’t expect to see you again so soon. I do hope you have come to pay your bill and not cause the more trouble. Avril was so upset yesterday after your visit that I had to give her the rest of the day off.”
“Janet, (I’m sorry I don’t know your surname), I’m Eric Laxley and Louise is now in my charge for the next two months. You were recommended by a friend as being able to supply certain items of restraint equipment. I didn’t know she had been here before. Perhaps you would like to explain.”
“I’m Janet Cousins. Miss Redman comes in fairly regularly and always causes some sort of problem and generally leaves the shop in disarray. She has run up a bill of £142 and yesterday when my assistant Avril would not let her have further credit she was treated to such a torrent of abuse that when I returned to the shop a few minutes later she was sobbing and shaking and quite unfit to serve any customers.”
“Louise I think the least you can do for starters is to apologise to both Avril and Mrs. Cousins then we will see what else is required to recompense them.”
Louise raised her head and rather defiantly said, “I’m sorry.”
“That didn’t sound as if you meant it but we will leave that for the moment. Mrs. Cousins do you have wrist and ankle restraints please. I will be paying for them straight away and then we will sort out Louise’s debt.” We adjourned to a back room where I described what I wanted. She found soft leather cuffs that laced on but could also be locked with small padlocks. Around each cuff were four small stainless steel rings and each was fitted with a spring clasp like those found on dog leads but much smaller. Being a practical man I liked the way the clasps fitted in small pockets in the leather when not being used so they didn’t dangle and were less obvious.
Janet (which is how I thought of her except when talking), fitted them to Louise and I found them not too intrusive. During the fitting, Mrs. Cousins described Louise’s behaviour in graphic detail. It was a long liturgy, a catalogue of abuse and disruption. Several times Louise tried to interrupt but was quickly silenced. At the end I asked her, “Is what Mrs. Cousins has said, completely true, nearly all true, half true or completely false? And before you answer remember I will find out one way or another.”
“They are there to serve the customers! Its not up to us to make their job too easy for them,” uttered Louise.
“I take it then, that what Mrs. Cousins say is true.” Louise nodded slightly.
“Is there anything else you require Sir? Body belt? Collar?”
“Will I need them Mrs. Cousins?”
“You might.” Janet brought out further samples. The body belt and collar were from the same range as the cuffs and similarly well made. We decided to try them on. The collar fitted nicely. It was only an inch wide and at first sight could be mistaken for a choker. To fit the body belt, I had to undo the top button of Louise’s trousers and lower the waist a little. Janet caught a glimpse of Louise’s bruised bottom and commented, “I see you have started to take her in hand.” Pulling the trousers down a little further, “What did you use? Strap? Cane?” 
“Slipper and riding crop.”
“Slipper is pretty safe and the bruises should go in a few days but you have to be very careful with the crop otherwise the marks may well be permanent. Not too bad if used on the fleshy part of the buttocks where in any case the welts are not generally seen but elsewhere both the crop and the cane can be dangerous. On less well protected parts of the body, the crop can even damage the bone.”
“There was a special reason for using the riding crop, wasn’t there Louise?” Louise looked downcast and pleaded, “Please, don’t tell her.”
“It's okay, I won’t. That is a personal matter. Just make sure you understand what Mrs. Cousins said about permanent damage.” Turning to Janet I enquired as to what she recommended.
From another box she produced a suede flogger with a plaited leather handle and five strips of soft leather a little under an inch wide and about fifteen inches long. “This,” she said, “Can be used on the most sensitive parts of the body. It is very painful and will redden the flesh but the marks fade fairly quickly. In BDSM circles it is often used on the breasts and between a woman’s legs. Do you wish to try it?”
“You wouldn’t dare!” Louise exploded. “Don’t listen to that bitch! You’ve done enough to make me your slave! She only wants to take your money!” The words came out with her old vehemence and hatred.
Grabbing her by the wrists I asked Janet to help me clip them behind her head to the neck collar. Despite her struggles the clips held fast. “Bastards!” Her temper was running high and out of control.
“You need a further lesson in control Louise and I think the staff here need some recompense for your behaviour. Mrs. Cousins, if I gave you this flogger how would you use it on her?”
“As you have already tended to her backside, I would give her a dozen between her legs and a dozen on her breasts. That should give her something to think about for a while.”
“That seems a bit extreme.”
“I belong to a BDSM group and have seen women, and men too, take far more punishment than that. And they do it voluntarily and for sexual pleasure.” Mrs. Cousins explained she got into the supply of these items through her interest in the group.
I thought for a minute. “If she isn’t busy, could you ask Avril to join us. She has been hurt too.”
Louise started screaming and hurling abuse. Janet took another box from the shelf and produced a ball gag with a bright red ball. Without asking permission she inserted it into Louise’s mouth silencing her very effectively. “Control, Louise, learn to control yourself,” I chided. “This wouldn’t be happening if it wasn’t for you latest outburst.”
Avril came through to the back room and stopped in her tracks with her mouth open. The situation was quickly explained to her. She seemed delighted that Louise was helpless in front of her.
“Mrs. Cousins you suggested a dozen strokes with the flogger on her breasts and between her legs. She may very well deserve that but feel inclined to reduce the punishment to six on her breasts and give Avril the choice as to where to place the another six but not between the legs. I want that area available for my use and not on her backside as that has been punished enough.” A hint of a smile appeared on the faces of the two staff.
We sat Louise on a hard chair and lifted her Tee shirt over her head. The cuffs and collar prevented it coming all the way off but her tits were bare. I had not allowed the wearing of any underwear that morning.
Janet flicked and cracked the flogger in the air and almost immediately laid it across both breasts with a resounding slap. Louise almost jerked out of the chair. Had my hands not been on her shoulders she certainly would have ended on the floor. A fan of five stripes radiated across the top of both tits. Another crack and the underside of her breasts were caught and marked by the lash. Almost without pause the flogger made its marks over the nipples. Mrs. Cousins was obviously an expert.
She changed sides. The lash repeated it performance. Louise’s tits were covered with very red stripes and she was sobbing uncontrollably.
“She could easily take another half a dozen,” Janet suggested. 
“No,” I said firmly, “Six is enough. I do not want them spoilt.”
We gave Louise a little time to recover. Louise winced when I carefully lowered her Tee shirt over the tender flesh. 
Avril had stood watching all the time with her eyes wide open and slightly moist. She must have known what the stock in this back room was but had never seen it in use. “Now Avril, its your pay-back time. Where would you like to place your six strokes? Across her back or across the front of her legs?”
“I don’t ... er... know,” she stuttered.
“Tops of her thighs and lower belly,” suggested Janet. Avril agreed.
We stood Louise with her back against the end of a rack of shelving, lowered her trousers and again raised her Tee shirt. Gagged and with her hands cuffed behind her neck, Louise could do little to protest. Mrs. Cousins tried to give the girl a quick run down on the proper use of the flogger but the girl wasn’t really interested. She just wanted to lay it on hard and teach the woman who had caused her so much grief, a significant lesson. 
Gripping the flogger by the handle, Avril just swung it back and brought it down as hard as she was able on the flesh visible at the top of the thighs. Louise almost doubled over but we held her up. Avril swung the lash again catching Louise a little lower on the thighs. The third strokes crossed the first. Had it not been for the gag, Louise’s screams would have filled the shop. Two more lashes increased the tortured area above and below. The last one fell over ones applied to the upper thighs. A wide expanse of her navel and lower frontal flesh were covered with angry red stripes. However, there were no raised welts like there would have been from a crop. For a novice, Avril had done a pretty good job. 
Returning Louise to a chair, I adjusted her clothing and released the cuffs from her collar but waited until she calmed down a little before removing the gag. She was still sobbing and gently touching the sore flesh. “It's all over, Louise. We’ll rest a little while and then continue with our shopping. No more BDSM stuff though, just general outdoor clothing.” I turned to the shopkeeper, “Mrs. Cousins, could we use your toilet and then perhaps while you make out my bill we could have a cup of tea? Add what Louise owes to the bill please.” 
“Of course, Sir. Toilet is through there and we will have tea in my office across the hallway. It's been a pleasure to do business with you.” 
I helped Louise clean her face but her eyes were still red but today’s lack of make-up helped in that there was no mascara to run. Mrs. Cousins provided tea and biscuits in her office and as we left Louise begged, “Please, please, No more beatings. I think prison would have been a better option.”
“Don’t you believe it young lady,” Mrs. Cousins piped in, “An arrogant girl like you would not have come out unscathed.” She continued. “One of the women in our local group was sent to prison for six months. On her very first night she was told to have lesbian sex with a hardened criminal. She told them in no uncertain terms what they could do. Next morning they found her in the laundry room with a battered face, broken ribs and multiple bruises. She spent the first month of her term in the prison hospital. When she returned to the cells, she was again told to perform lesbian sex and when she reluctantly agreed they made her do the most debased things imaginable or perhaps not imaginable. Your punishments are only skin deep and will disappear in a few days without hospital treatment and except possibly the crop marks on your rear, there will be no permanent reminders of it. My friend not only bears physical scars the mental scars are there too. She has become a lesbian and submits herself to chastisements from her dyke mistress. Think yourself very lucky you have someone to look after you and to help you change your ways. I don’t know what you could have gone to prison for, but I can assure you what you have received is quite minor by comparison.”
I think Louise at least half realised what she was told true but the pain in her body still rejected much of it. It would take more time for the truth to sink in.
“Where are we going now?” Louise enquired as she walked stiffly through the town. I guessed why she was asking. “You are unlikely to be known in any of the shops we are visiting.”
At a health shop we bought a couple of bottles of arnica, which I knew was good for bruises, and then on to Camping and Outdoor Life. “Hi, Eric,” Tom greeted me in the shop, “What can we do for you today?”
“Morn’n Tom. This is Louise my new sound assistant. She’s a townie and I want her kitted out to spend a couple of months on the island.” Tom seemed surprised I was taking a woman with me but said nothing. A couple of hours went by while Louise tried on wax coats, camouflage trousers, woolly hats, sweaters a pair of walking boots and a pair of Wellington’s. Finding a sailor’s hat that fitted her I bought that too just because it seemed to look good on her. The whole outfit cost a bomb but it would last a while and I secretly hoped she would stay on after her indenture period.
Time for a late lunch. Our next and last stop was to a chandler on the outskirts of Shrewsbury. We returned to the Landrover and drove there. I suggested a meal at a nearby working men’s cafe where she wouldn’t be known suggesting that if we had our main meal now, we wouldn’t have to cook when we returned home. Being almost the only woman in the cafe caused some attention and comments but she ignored them and we ate almost in silence. 
At the chandlers I needed to change my order for supplies. Again I introduced Louise as my sound assistant and again got the look that said, “Alright if that’s what you call it but we know what she is really there for.” We almost doubled up on the food and added extra gas and fuel oil. All to be delivered in two days time to the quay at Llannryn where Rory McDonald kept his boat. Rory was a renegade Scotsman who had lived in Wales for a good number of years. Our family had used his boat service to get to and from Bornholm for as far back as I could remember. We were friends as well and often went fishing together. 
By the time we arrived home I was pretty sick of being in the town. I much preferred the open countryside but towns did have a necessary purpose. After unloading, I took Louise over to see her mother. May’s face looked awful even when partially hidden behind a headscarf. Her features were somewhat distorted a both cheeks were extremely sore to touch. I gave May the arnica and removed her scarf to apply it. Louise burst into tears at the sight possibly remembering Janet’s words about damaging the bone with a crop. “I’m sorry, Mum. Really I am.” Perhaps she also realised her punishment would not be anywhere near as long lasting.
“Being sorry doesn’t ease the pain,” replied her mother, “But still it is nice to hear you say it.”
Despite the soreness of her face and her half closed eyes, May bustled around making a pot of tea and we sat talking about what we had done in Shrewsbury. We didn’t mention the whipping at Janet’s but showed her the cuffs and collar. I asked if she needed anything from the village and was told Ernie had been in a got what she needed. Ernie was good to her and would keep an eye out while we were away. 
Once in our own home, I stripped Louise and examined her whip marks. They were still very red and I guess chafing from her pants and Tee shirt had kept them a little raw. Filling the bath we bathed together and I fondled her sex parts but received little in the way of a response. Perhaps her flesh was just too sore. Afterwards I applied arnica to her bruises. For the time being I allowed her to wear my bathrobe. It was loose and light and would not chafe her breasts and belly too badly.
Bedtime and I wondered if I should replace the cuffs on Louise or to leave her free in the bed. For tonight I decided on the cuffs at least for a while. The four cuffs allowed me to spread her in the bed giving me easy access to her body. “Are you going to rape me again?” she enquired.
“If that’s what you want to call it.” For a while I just lay with my arms behind her head and around her shoulders and spent a half-hour just talking about what life would be like on the island. It's much more primitive I had told her. No running next door or down to the shops. You have to make do with what you have and your own resourcefulness. Eventually though my erection got the better of me and I climbed between her legs and trying to keep my weight of her sore flesh, I sated myself. Perhaps just a little reaction from her this time. There was more afterwards when I spent a time rubbing the sperm oozing from her cunt into the surrounding hair and over her clit whilst at the same time kissing fully on the mouth. Her hips moved and I heard murmuring from her lips. She was still trying to suppress her enjoyment. 
After a while I drifted off to sleep. Louise it seems did too but as on the previous night she awoke in the early hours, this time with cramped muscles. 
“Eric, are you awake?”
“I am now. What is the problem?”
She explained about the cramps and I released the cuffs. I massaged the affected muscles and she had a walk around the room, which seemed to cure the problem. I was pleased to notice the whipping marks from the flogger were fading and even those from the slipper didn’t look so fierce. “Would you like to make us a pot of tea?” That was one that we have in common; a love of tea.
Laying back and resting with the light still on after finishing the tea I again pulled her close and gently played with her tits. They were tender but not so painfully sore. Taking her nipples in my mouth I sucked them hard and then allowed my lips to trail down her body into the crotch area. Her clit hardened from my attentions. My cock stirred.
Swinging my legs over her head so my cock was pointing to her face I commanded, “Suck it.” She shook her head. “Look young lady, I can see that my sucking you is giving you pleasure despite what you might say. Your body is giving you away. So far with me you have found that pain given means pain received. Now its time for he reverse side of the coin. I give you pleasure, you return the favour.”
“I’ve never done it before.”
“No, but you’ve read about it often enough. Haven’t you?”
“But its been in my..."
“It's been where I am cleaning at the moment. Now get to it. Open your mouth and start sucking.” She did just that. Hesitantly at first and then with more abandon. I knew I wouldn’t hold back for long and told her so. Surprisingly her mouth continued its motions around my prick and when I did spurt forth she kept her mouth there. Her climax from my ministrations had come a little before so we were both sated.
Returning to my position alongside I kissed her again and whispered, “Thank you darling, that was really nice. Was it nice for you?” She just nodded and kissed me. Perhaps I was getting through to her but it was early days yet.

Chapter 6. The Island
The next two days were hectic. Packing gear, getting last minute supplies (like sanitary towels which I hadn’t needed before), checking filming equipment and giving Louise some basic instruction on use the sound recording equipment. I kept Louise busy. In general she worked with an aloof acceptance if not with enthusiasm. It was as if she was an employee doing a job she was paid to do. 
On the second full day I sent her into the kitchen to make an omelette for lunch. How she managed to make it I don’t know, but the result was a sticky awful mess. Totally uneatable. “What a disaster. We can’t eat that,” I said. I could see tears and fear in her eyes. “Now come here.” I made my voice sound stern. 
“Please, please.... it just wouldn’t go right.”
I bent her over my lap and pulled her trousers down to bare the top of her arse. “Please, no. I couldn’t help it.” My hand descended and gave her flesh two very gentle pats. I pulled her trousers up again and gave her a cuddle. 
May popped in at that moment. “I’m not interrupting anything am I? She tried to laugh when she saw the apology for an omelette. “It still hurts when I laugh,” she said.
“Bin it,” I told Louise. “Would you like to stay for lunch?” I asked May, “Take pot luck, Louise is going to try and make us another omelette.” 
I’ll make you one offered May but I insisted Louise learn to do it. Between us we instructed her and ended with a successful meal. “I think that is the first time ever, you have made me a meal,” commented May.
“If I have my way it won’t be the last but she will need more practice at cooking before that happens.” 
During those two days I made Louise wear her ‘island’ clothes and her new walking boots. Although soft leather, they still needed breaking in. A good soaking in the rain would help but here the weather remained fine. Louise of course thought the clothes ‘disgusting’, ‘prison wear’ but never-the-less wore them. She didn’t have much choice seeing we had disposed of most of her other stuff. 
Finally we were on the road to Wales. The day was bright and we reached the quay at Llannryn and met Rory who was already loading his fishing boat with what seemed a mountain of boxes, cylinders and packages. Again I introduced Louise as my sound assistant.
“Aye, Ay’ll believe yer,” her answered, “Morn’n Louise.”
With Louise unloading the Landrover, myself passing the packages to Rory on the boat, the loading went quickly. “We need to get away as soon as we can. The wind is getting up later and we may have trouble unloading if it gets too bad,” Roy explained. 
Leaving Louise with Rory on the boat, I drove the Landrover to Rory’s house and parked it behind his garage out of the way, said a quick “Hello” to Nancy his wife and hurried back. The wind had already started to rise however the hour-long trip to the island went without problems and we were able to tie up against the small jetty and unload the stores. With the aid of a sack barrow from the boathouse we ferried the heavier items to the house. Rory helped for a time but as the wind increased he decided her had best get back. 
Before the last items were safely up the path and into the house, rain began to fall, lightly at first and then very heavily indeed. By the time we finished both of us were thoroughly wet and Louise’s boots had their much needed soaking. She was miserable and tired and understandably a little grumpy. The work had been hard, far harder than anything she had done previously and I knew she just wanted to sit down in the comfort of her own home and watch TV. Here that wasn't an option.
Despite it still being only late afternoon the overcast sky and the small windows made it quite dark inside the house. I suggested she move some of the boxes that littered the floor to one side so we had room to move about. She flipped the light switch and nothing happened, “There’s no electricity...” I started to say. Just why the remark caused the reaction it did, I would never know. Louse picked up a tin of vegetables that were on the table and flew at me in temper. Before I realised what was happening, a right hook with the tin caught me on the chin and shoulder and was immediately followed by her left fist beating at my face. “Bastard, bastard, bastard,” she yelled. “You bring me to this Alcatraz of an island, you force me to work in the cold and wet....!”
Slipping quickly out of her way, I managed to get behind her, grab her wrists and fasten the cuffs together. “Control yourself Lou.” She still struggled and tried to kick with her feet. I dragged to the centre post of the room, a post that had been left for structural reasons when two rooms were made into one. Taking her ankles I fastened the ankle cuffs so the post was between her legs. I felt a trickle of blood running down my neck but it didn’t seem too serious.
“Lou, I know you are tired, I know you are cold, I know you are wet. I am too but that is no reason to lose control of yourself. You should know by now what to expect from that outburst and they way you will be warmed up. I am going to leave you there while I complete the rest of the necessary chores. It would have been much quicker if there were two of us doing them but it just means you will be cold and wet a little longer.”
“I hate you for bringing me to this godforsaken place! I want to go home!”
“This is your home for now. Once I am able to get the fire lit, the generator going and the gas cylinder hooked up, you will find it quite cozy. Now just sit still and let me do what I have to do to get the place warm and habitable.” 
The fire in the old black range was ready laid and quickly started to burn when a match was put to it. It was something my father instilled in me. Before you leave, clean the grate, lay the fire and get in a stock of fuel ready for next time. This was one time I was very grateful I heeded his advice. The cast iron of the stove soon heated and its warmth began to be felt throughout the room.
Meanwhile I filled and started the generator kept in a lean-to outside and turned on the Calor gas cylinder and lit the pilot lights to the fridge, freezer, and water heaters over the sink and bath. The generator wouldn’t be kept running all the time, hence the gas operated fridge and freezer. Once the generator was going I switched on the water pump to fill the header tank in the roof. All this took half an hour or so during which time Louise sat uncomfortably on the floor.
“Are you calmed down a bit now Lou?” She muttered something. “Are you?” She nodded affirmatively. “Can I release you without a torrent of fisty-cuffs?”
“Yes,” she murmured, her head hung, “I’m sorry. I just couldn’t help it. I just saw red. Please don’t beat me again.”
“Lou, I will take into consideration the circumstances but you are not getting away scott-free. If I don’t punish you this time you will expect the same the next.” I released her ankles from the post. She said she needed to pee and started towards the bathroom, her hands still fastened behind her back. Finding no toilet there she cried out, “Don’t they have loos in Alcatraz?”
Leading her down a wooden passageway beside the generator room I showed her the three-hole privy. “I thought these went out with the bloody ark,” she exclaimed, “I would have thought there was enough water here for flush toilets.” Lowering her trousers I seated her on the centre hole and myself beside her. She had become somewhat accustomed to performing with me in the same room but never before had we peed together at the same time. There was something erotic about the sound of piss splattering its way on the long drop to the privy base.
Returning to the main room I released her wrists and told her to get her wet clothes off. I did the same. The room was warming nicely. Removing my sweater I found both the shirt and vest red with blood and it has begun to dry in my beard. It looked as if an artery had been cut but it was mostly the way the blood had run into the rain soaked clothing. A bruise was beginning to show on the left shoulder where the tin had hit. The bleeding had more or less stopped but it gave Louise a shock when she saw the results of her blow and she was now very apprehensive as to her likely punishment. 
After drying ourselves off I gave Louise her new thick dressing gown and slippers and donned mine. The kettle on the stove was now boiling so we made tea. Louise’s hands were shaking and she was sobbing almost uncontrollably as she sipped the tea from her mug.
“We may as well get it over with before we start cooking.”
“Please. Can’t we postpone it? Wait until tomorrow.” She thought I would be more inclined for tolerance if I slept on it.
“If we do that, Lou, you will just be worrying about what I was going to do all night long. We will get it over with now.” Removing her robe I took her to the table. She struggled a bit but after being warned it would only lead to extra punishment submitted without much resistance.
Using the wrist cuffs and some oddments of rope I bent her over the end of the table and tied her arms to two of the legs. Finding the flogger I proceeded to apply it vigorously to her backside. I noted the crop marks were still very visible and the whole area was not fully healed. Nevertheless I decided it was better to be cruel in order to be kind and laid the flogger on quite hard. Soon the area was again very pink. She yelled and screamed but there was no one within many miles to hear her. 
Watching her arse bucking as each blow fell produced stirrings in my cock. Running my hands over the warm flesh I massaged between her legs until she started to respond then plunged my cock deeply in to her. Somehow I almost lost control and rammed it in fast and hard until I spurted right up into her. Louise quietened a little during the fuck although it must have been painful as my pubic hair rammed against her tender backside. Slowly I withdrew, I kissed the sore bum flesh and sucked her clit until she had an organism after all I wanted her to get a little pleasure from the experience, not just all pain.
Releasing her still sobbing from the table she started to say, “You bloody bas....” but a quick slap to her backside even though it was light caused her to stop in mid sentence. “Sorry, but that really was rape that time.”
“Just remember why you were punished. It is to try and make you think twice or even thrice before you fly into a temper and cause others pain. I didn’t use the flogger anywhere near as hard as I might have because I know the circumstances were rather extreme but that was no excuse for the attack.”
I took her to the bathroom and started to run the water. At first it came through very brown from having settled in the pipe work. Louise seemed disgusted. She thought we were going to bath in water from the privy! I flushed the first lot of water away and the main flow came through a pale ale colour and I explained the water here was always that colour because it was filtered by the peat bogs on the hillside. There was nothing wrong with it, in fact it was very soft and would need little soap or shampoo to get a good lather. Turning the geyser on the bath slowly filled with a mixture of hot and cold water.
“Lou, I have punished you for you outburst earlier. Like before the slate is rubbed clean. If I remove all your cuffs and collars, will you at least try and co-operate and keep you temper under control? We have to live together for the next six weeks at least so shall we try and live peaceably? I know you are not here because you want to be. I know the life style is totally different to anything you have known before. I know there will be times like today when you will have to work very hard and be tired, wet and unhappy but there will, I promise you, be times when life will be more relaxed and enjoyable. What do you say? Peace and co-operation or war and punishment?”
“I don’t think my bottom can stand anymore punishment,” she snivelled, “So I will try and do what you say and I will try to control my temper.” This seemed a good start so I removed all her restraints and helped her into the bath. She knelt and I climbed in with her. Again something she was becoming accustomed to so no objections were made. Soaping my beard caused the cut to open again and Louise suggested putting plaster on it but I was reluctant because getting it off the hair later. 
“Look Eric,” she said whilst trying to stop the blood flow with a dry sponge, “I am sorry I did this, not just because of the thrashing you gave me but because I did it without being able to help myself. I know you say to control myself but at times something just snaps and I let go without thinking.” 
“I know that, Lou. I am hoping that a sore arse afterwards will remind you to control yourself the next time.”
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After a meal of soup and a couple of mackerel Rory had left with us we felt a little better and started to clear the place a little. I lit the Tilley lamp, which gave far more light than the small electric bulbs we could run from the generator. The light and heat from the paraffin lamp made the place seem that much cosier. Lou was surprised when I took four house bricks from under the stove and put them in the oven. “You don’t feed us brick for breakfast here, do you?”
“No, but we will use them later. You’ll see.”
Midway through the evening we decided enough was enough. Anything that wasn’t put away could wait until tomorrow. We sat round the stove, made fire toast and talked till bedtime. Louise had to add more cushions to her chair but otherwise didn’t seem too uncomfortable and she was certainly in a better mood than earlier.
Around 9 o’clock I took the now hot bricks from the oven, wrapped them each in an old blanket and put them in the bed. An old fashioned but effective water bottle. Louise of course had never heard of such a thing. “Not only do I have to sleep with you, I have to sleep with bricks in the bed!” But I saw the hint of a smile on her face.
The bricks aired and warmed the bed so that when we retired and the bricks were removed, it was nice and warm. Despite our day’s exertions were didn’t fall asleep immediately but lay there watching the flickering of the flame light on the ceiling where the rays came through the open door. We cuddled, fucked and cuddled some more before finally drifting off to sleep.

Chapter 7. Escape
For three weeks life on the island was almost routine, as far as living alone on an island can be. On fine days we walked over the hills and did a little filming of birds on their nests. When it was calm, we took the inflatable rubber dinghy around the coast to visit sites or film the seals. On the pre-visits to sites we used the petrol outboard engine to power the boat. The petrol engine is faster and has a longer range than the quiet electric motor we used when creeping up to the seal colony for filming. Louise learned to control the boat as part of her ‘sound assistant’ duties and became quite competent. On one particularly nice calm day we went all the way round the island, spent some time fishing and had a picnic lunch.
Wet days were spent doing chores around the house, mending gear and doing some improvements to the living conditions. On occasion I went out alone and left Louise in the house cooking or cleaning. Our sex life became varied both in times and techniques. Wet days when we were in the house we fucked at anytime. On filming or walking days when we arrived home tired we waited until bedtime. At first she just permitted me to fuck her; just lying there, accepting what happened but showing no enthusiasm. Later she began to respond positively although she never initiated anything.
One thing that spiced our technique. Unbeknown to Louise I had brought along her library of Black Lace books and about a week after our arrival I brought them out and made her read the first one out loud while we lay in bed. This off course had the effect of making us hornier and we tried some of the positions the heroines had been forced to. Sub-consciously I think Louise wanted to be made to do these things. Things she wouldn’t do of her own violation.
One evening it took a new turn. Louise was a bit upset with something that wasn’t going right. She was only trying to mend a tear but the material just tore more. In the end she threw it across the room. Realising what she had done she turned to me with open mouth. “Ooops. Sorry. That wasn’t serious enough for punishment was it?”
“Oh, yes,” I smiled, “Not very serious but definitely deserves a spanking.”
“No, please, no.”
I cleared the table and told her to lean over it. Again she pleaded to be excused this time. “Get over the table or it will be the flogger and not my hand, Lou.” Reluctantly she moved to comply with my instructions. She hadn’t worn any of the restraints since the first day so I just fastened her wrists to the table legs with lengths of cloth. I didn’t tie them tightly so she could have freed herself if she wished. They were only token restraints. Baring her arse, I began to spank her first with rapid strokes then as the blush on her flesh increased slowed the pace and would have concentrated more on her sex organs had it not been for her period and it was rather messy around that area. Even so the spanking seemed to have provoked some response within her and certainly it had provoked me. We had read about anal sex in her books. Usually the heroine was forced to submit to a prick 12 inches long and 3 thick. Mine was more normal being only 7 inches and only 1-1/4 thick. Having her bend over the table with her arsehole in full view, I decided now was the time to find out what anal sex was like. Taking a jar of Vaseline from the medicine cabinet, I greased her hole and my cock. 
As soon as she had an inkling of my intentions Louise started to struggle vigorously. I whacked her arse again. “Stay still. It is time we at least tried this. Relax, it is not supposed to hurt as much that way. I’ll take it easy and see how it goes. Gay’s do it all the time so it can’t be that bad.”
Slowly I pushed my cock at her entrance. Gradually she relaxed and I was able to enter. Once past the opening, I was able to push all the way in and began slowly to fuck her and at the same time massaged her clit to stimulate her too. I found it an enjoyable experience but Lou said that while it wasn’t too painful she didn’t really enjoy it. Given time perhaps she would.
We had been on the island about three weeks when it happened. The weather was dry if overcast, with a little breeze. We’d had a long, tiring trip out in the inflatable the previous day so when I decided to take a walk to the top of the cliffs to see how a couple of nests were faring, Louise pleaded to be left behind to do a few chores around the house. I was a little surprised at the request but we had begun to trust each other so I agreed.
Reaching a sheltered spot near the cliff top I settled down with my binoculars to watch the nests and also the diving gannets. Rory’s boat was a few miles away and I could see him paying out his long fishing lines. It would take nearly an hour to get the several miles of baited line into the water. I had been there only about 45 minutes when I heard the faint sounds of an outboard motor. Puzzled I scanned the sea with the binoculars and picked up the unmistakable sight of my inflatable with Louise aboard wearing her red life jacket. She was trying to escape.
I began to panic. I doubted if she had filled the petrol tank after our long trip yesterday so there would only be enough fuel for part way to the mainland and secondly I knew she would have difficulty in controlling the boat once it was clear of the island and out if its lea. Fortunately I had the mobile phone with me. Did Rory have his? Dialling his number the phone rang and I noticed him look towards the cabin but carried on paying out line. I guessed he wouldn’t answer it until all the line was out.
Concentrating on watching Louise she was making good progress shorewards. The water was choppier and the inflatable was bouncing more but she seemed in control. In a way I was pleased with the way she had learned to handle the boat. But did she remember to fill the petrol tank? The boat had now gone further than I expected. Perhaps she had, but somehow I doubted it. Five minutes later I knew she hadn’t.
I saw her trying unsuccessfully to re-start the engine. The boat was now at the mercy of the wind and waves and was being thrown about like a balloon. I dialled and re-dialled Rory’s number. Still it went unanswered. Louise was now in rough water and being blown to the open water of the Bristol Channel. At last Rory answered the phone. I explained the situation. “I’m on my way lad. Aye guess you haven’t been treating her right if she wants to escape this badly!”
The two boats were several miles apart but at least from my vantage point I could see both and direct Rory. It was half an hour later that I saw him alongside the inflatable. I was surprised he didn’t take Louise on board the boat but just took the inflatable in tow. It would be a very rough trip for Louise. The small dinghy bounced alarmingly. Louise struggled to hold on to the safety straps and I could see she was being sick.
Making my way back to the jetty, I awaited their arrival. The wind had increased so instead of tying up Rory threw me the painter from the inflatable and then backed away. “We’re quits now,” he yelled. I gave him the thumbs up sign.
Waiting until the dinghy was on the crest of a wave, I pulled it on the beach and helped Lou out. She was shivering and could not stand. Her legs were like jelly. Tying the boat to the pier, I lifted Louise over my shoulder and carried her to the house. She was now shivering uncontrollably. She couldn’t talk coherently. Hypothermia. I must get her warm I thought. In the house I stoked the fire, put the bricks in the oven and took off her soaked clothing. This took considerable effort as she couldn’t do anything for herself and was shivering violently. After giving her a hard rub with dry towels, I managed to get her into the bed. I had to get her warm. Two of the bricks were warm enough to heat the bed a little. Her condition had me very worried. Should I call 999 and get the emergency helicopter? At that moment Louise’s eyes opened and she whispered. “Sorry,” before drifting off again. I decided to wait a few minutes. 
Stripping off myself, I climbed on top of her hoping to use some of my body heat to revive her. Cuddling her I kept talking in her ear in case she could hear. Gradually the shaking eased and her eyes opened. She tried to speak but I put a finger across her lips and then kissed her. “Lie still for a while, Lou and let yourself warm up.” 
For a while she did just that. After another half-hour or so I needed to tend the fire and at the same time exchanged the bricks for warmer ones. She seemed nearer to normal when I got back in bed and again lay naked on top of her. The warmth now from our bodies had the inevitable effect of giving me a hard-on but I made no attempt to have sex with her. I kissed her and as I withdrew she put a hand round my neck and pulled my lips back to hers. She then slid her hand down to my cock and inserted it in her vagina. That was a real surprise. This was the first time ever that she had taken the initiative. Was she actually attracted to me or was this a move to mitigate her punishment? After a gentle fuck we lay side by side arms wrapped around each other.
“Why Lou? You had me really worried - I thought you were a goner. Why? Why? Why? I thought you had begun to enjoy life here. I thought we had at least become used to each other and had begun to live together without too many problems.”
“I’m sorry Eric. Very sorry. I wasn’t trying to escape from Alcatraz as you probably think. I was coming back. I know I didn’t work it all out and caused you a lot of agro and heartache as well as causing myself a lot of pain and unpleasantness. I’m so sorry, I expect you will want to whip me again.”
“Lou, I don’t WANT to whip you but you did cause a great deal of trouble not only to me but to Rory as well. He had to leave his fishing just to find you and bring you back. I nearly called out the search and rescue helicopter but luckily I had stopped on the cliff top instead of going right across the island and the visibility was good so I could see you and direct Rory to your position. Had that not been the case you could have been blown right out to sea and gone forever. I didn’t want to lose you. I’ve become very attached to having you here not as an indentured servant but as a friend and companion. In fact Lou, I love you.”
Lou began sobbing again. “I did it for you,” she cried, “I did it for you. I planned it but it seems not well enough. I deliberately didn’t go with you this morning as I thought you would be out all day and I could slip to Llannryn and return before you came back.”
“Why, Lou? Why?”
“Oh well, I guess I’ll be whipped anyway so you might as well know the whole story. I found out it was your birthday in three days time so I thought I would get you a present. You have never given me any money of my own but I knew there was some in your old jacket pocket so I borrowed it. I intended to pay it back later and I will. Today the sea seemed fairly calm and I thought I could handle the boat well enough for the distance between here and Llannryn. I just assumed there was enough petrol in the tank to get me there and back. I don’t know what I was going to buy but I wanted it to be a surprise. So there you have it. I stole money, I stole the boat, I caused you a lot of pain, and I caused Rory a great inconvenience. I was punished for it by the journey back so please take that in consideration when deciding how much to whip me.”
“Lou, I am not going to whip you. Before your punishments have always been because you lost control of yourself. This time you made a conscious decision to do something. Something you thought was a good idea, something you thought would please me. It went badly wrong because you thought you knew more than you did. It was your lack of knowledge. In a way I cannot blame you for that. You were punished by the sea but I will punish you too tomorrow. You will have to clean the inside of the inflatable of all the mess you made in it! I wonder why Rory didn’t get you into his boat?”
As if to answer my question the mobile phone rang. It was Rory. “How’s the lass then?” he enquired, “Was she trying to escape your clutches?”
“No, Rory, she’s seems to be recovering but she was so cold when she came in I couldn’t stop her shivering. Shivering has stopped now and she is awake again. And, no, she wasn’t trying to get away, she was heading for Llannryn to get me a birthday present. Can you believe that?” She didn’t check the fuel before she left. Why didn’t you take her onboard your boat?
“Och aye, I tried well enough but she was too afeared to let go of the safety straps. Mind you there was a wee swell on oot there.”
Louise tapped my arm and indicated she wanted a word. She thanked Rory which I thought was something she would not have done a few weeks ago and then went on to apologise to him for the trouble she had caused. I was amazed. I hadn’t asked her to do it.
Rory said, “It’s okay lass, now him and me are quits. You ask him later. When’s his birthday then?”
“Two days time, Thursday.”
“Can he hear what I am saying?”
“No.”
“I’ll see if Nancy will bake a cake and if the weather’s not too bad we’ll bring it over as a surprise. See yer then. Bye.”
“What did he say?” I enquired.
“He said to say, that you’re now quits. What’s that all about?”
“Oh, I saved his life a while back when his foot got caught in the long line and he was pulled over board. Now he saved yours in return. We are now quits.
“I have to pee,” Louise murmured. 
Louise slid her legs to the floor and then found she was still too shaky to stand. I helped her to the loo and sat beside her. One again our piss mingled on its way to the heap below. Louise spoke. “Eric, while I was in the boat and again as I lay here shivering in the bed, I too thought I was going to die and my mind wandered to through my life, my past life of trying to dominate and control everyone to my wishes. On being unpleasant and rude. I thought I was on top but in reality I was lonely and unhappy. No one liked me. No one did things for me because they wanted to. When you first took charge of me I hated it. Apart from being a very painful experience, I had lost control of my life. When we came here, I did think of it as a prison but in the past few weeks I have learned there is a freedom here. I don’t have to keep up appearances and I don’t have to put on a show. I have had to work to live and make life more comfortable. If I didn’t get fuel in, there would be no fire, if I didn’t prepare food we wouldn’t eat. I know you help with those things too so it has been a partnership. Even though I am an indentured servant, for the last week or two it hasn’t felt like it. You allowed me to go off on my own, to choose what we would eat and all sorts of little things like that. You were right just now when you said we were living together more harmoniously. I was happier than I have been all my life. That is why I wanted to get you a gift, even if it was just a token one. Eric, can I ask you a favour?”
“Go ahead, Lou.”
“Will you extend my indenture period indefinitely?”
“Lou, that sounds like a marriage contract. Are you proposing to me? Here while we piss together?”
“Yes, I suppose I am.”
“Lou, provisionally I will say yes. I do love you but I don’t want it to be that you were forced to make this proposal because of the circumstances. It is one thing to live together on an island like this, quite another in the ‘real world’ where we have to interact with other people. People will know you for what you were. I know it is an odd way round by what most people would consider normal, but then our relationship hasn’t fallen into that category all along. What I suggest is that I provisionally say yes now and you ask me again two months after your indenture period ends to confirm it. I know I have made you to do a lot of things but this is for life and I don’t want you even to feel forced into it.”
Tears welled in Louise’s eyes again. “You don’t really want me do you? You think I will go back to being my old self.”
“Lou, I would like nothing better than to marry you and I think we could make a go of it. It is just I want you to have a real choice not one made because of circumstances. And you know that if you were with me and you started to return to your old bad tempered ways, how you would be treated. Contract or no, your arse would be sore.”
She kissed me. “Okay, I will ask again on September 4th.”
“I guess that must be one of the strangest situations for a marriage proposal,“ I said, “The pair of us sitting here pissing naked in a smelly bog. Can’t be many couples like us. Come, let me help you back to bed while I cook some food.”
Soon after 6 o’clock the phone rang again. It was May. She usually phoned at weekends when the rates were cheaper and while she always enquired about Louise she never spoke directly to her. “How is she?” she said.
“Oh you know Louise, she’s lying in bed expecting me to wait on her.” Louise picked up a pillow and made as if to throw it at me. “Actually you don’t know Louise she's..." 
“Rory phoned,” May cut in.
“Oh, right. She is in bed as I said and although she seems very tired, she’s okay. Look, I think it is time for you to talk to her.”
“I don’t know if she or I are ready for that,” she said.
“We’ll soon find out.” I gave the phone to Louise.
“Hello Mum, how are you?”
They talked pleasantries for a few minutes and then Louise asked me to leave the room, as she wanted to talk to her mother in private. I continued to cook the tea out of earshot. Five minutes later Louise called out, “We’re done now.”
“What was all that about,” I enquired.
“Just wanted to try and make things up a bit.” I suspected that wasn’t the whole truth but I didn’t say anything.
Thursday came. Overcast but calm. Lou wakened me with her rendition of Happy Birthday Old Man. The big three oooh day etc. At midday I heard a motor boat and was surprised when Rory turned up with Nancy, May and Ernie. Not only did they arrive but brought all sorts of goodies so instead of our ordinary midday lunch we had a real birthday party. Louise had part organised it with Rory, and Rory called May who got Ernie to drive her over. 
They were all amazed at the difference in Louise. She hugged her mother and begged her to forgive what she had done. May’s face was still a little swollen and she had an odd slant to her mouth but was no longer in too much pain and as able to do her cleaning job again. She told us Ernie had been a great help while we were away and I gathered he spent a lot of time at her house. 
All too soon it seemed they had to leave and we were left to our own devices again. It is at such times when the atmosphere goes flat after a high, that depression can set in. Louise was quiet. 
“Thanks, Louise that was the best birthday I’ve had for a long while.”
“I didn’t do much,” she said, “You have to thank Nancy for most of the organisation.”
“Come here,” I said.
“Is that an order master?”
“Yes.”
We kissed. Went to bed tired but happy.

Epilogue
We left Bornholm on July 6th. I had given Louise her indenture papers on the 4th but the weather was too bad to return to Shropshire. Life was a little difficult for her particularly during the first few weeks at home. All the people she met knew her old self and treated her as the person she was but we had expected that and I tried to be with her as much as possible. She joined the naturalist’s club and found that just from the few weeks observations and reading on the island, she could converse with and understand other members on animal and bird life. She was especially keen on sea birds. 
We returned to Bornholm towards the end of August to film the final stages of the chicks we'd seen hatch earlier. One morning she was up early even though it was raining hard. After making a pot of tea she dragged me out of bed and down to the loo. We sat, as we often did these days, side by side on the seat. She said, “Do you know what today is?”
Puzzled, I struggled to think whether it was the day of the week or the day of the month she was asking. I shook my head.
“Its September 4th.” The date started to ring a bell but I couldn’t remember why.
“You said that two months after my indenture finished I could ask you again to marry me, so as we sat here last time I am asking you again. Will you marry me?”
“Of course dear.” Naked we kissed, fondled and returned to bed to consummate our agreement.

Finis