Synopsis

Homeless after being thrown out by her parents, Penny is caught stealing and spanked instead of being handed over to the police. To avoid her complaining to the authorities she has to stay with the family until the marks have gone. Her stay is extended indefinitely.


Green Haired Thief

by obohobo


Warnings

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The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly written for adults only. 

MF Rom Spanking 

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This 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. 

(C) obohobo 2011

Caught

"I'm sorry to disturb you at breakfast, Sir, but I found this girl sleeping in the barn, or rather, Griff and Kella, did."

"Penelope? Penelope St. Carmichael?" Randolph Rankin looked with distaste at me standing there, dirty, dishevelled and struggling, held by Jake, one of the farm workers who'd dragged me into the main house. Two sheep dogs stood close by. "I heard you'd given up being a lady and become a punk girl and your green hair and the stud in your nose confirms it. You used to be a pretty young thing, but it looks like you've come down in the world since I last saw you." I didn't answer but looked defiantly at the pair sitting at the breakfast table.

"And it looks and smells like she could do with a wash," commented his wife, Evelyn, smiling and wrinkling her nose.

"She also had these, Sir. I think they are Master Michael's." Jake offered the plastic carrier bag to his employer, "I also found a piece of half eaten cake that looked like one of yours Ma'am."

"Bloody hell! Thank God you caught her, Jake, that's my father's gold pocket watch, Michael would have been furious if he'd lost that and the other stuff in here is valuable too. You're just a petty thief, Penny St. Carmichael, perhaps not so petty when we consider the value of this lot. Your father is a wealthy man and you had plenty of opportunity to take your place in the social world your mother and her friends move in, but I heard you'd rebelled against them. We ought to turn you over to the police but first I'll phone your father and see what he has to say. He hasn't mentioned you lately when I've met him at business meetings." Angrily he picked up his mobile and then stomped into the hall to check the phone number when I refused to give it to him.

Seizing a brief, if futile opportunity, I turned a made a dash for the door but before I'd gone two steps, Jake grabbed my arm and I landed on the hard floor not daring to move when the two dogs growled and showed their teeth until ordered to cease.

"Good morning, Gregory, Randolph Rankin here. We've picked up your daughter..." He explained the circumstances.

I could see father's reply shocked him and he gave us the gist of the conversation. "Penny, he said that he no longer considers you as his daughter and says you are just a punk whore he doesn't know and whom he threw out of the house a month ago and never wants to see again. He told me to tell the police and because you are now an adult, they'll put you away for good this time and he wouldn't do anything to save you and thought a spell inside might sort you out. He also suggested that I could take matters into my own hands and spare myself the hassle of court appearances by giving you a good hiding, and he pointed out that you're are in no position to go to the authorities if you end up with a sore arse. Whatever I decide to do, he doesn't wish to know about it."

"Go to hell, if you think I'll let you hit me, think again. You've got your stuff back, so you can let me get on my way," I snarled, but doubted he would let me go. 

"So you can try and rob someone else? A poor pensioner perhaps? An old lady too infirm to resist and gets hurt? No Penny, you are not getting away with it but as the stuff belongs to my son and he is the one you robbed, I'll let him decide what to do with you when he comes home from college this afternoon." Using his mobile again he made another call this time I found out later, to Peter Firmin, the other worker on his estate, "Pete can you find the hobble we used on the horses when we had them and bring it to the house please? Soon as you can please."

Hobble for horses? Did they intend keeping me prisoner? For a while I kicked and struggled but my feeble efforts were no match for Jake's strength and fearing the dogs teeth, I sat still, but told them to go to hell when they probed into my life.

A quarter of an hour later Peter arrived, "Sorry, Sir, we haven't used it for a while and I had to search for it." Realising they had the upper hand, I'd quietened down and remained sitting on the floor, head bowed but at times I looked defiantly at my captors but saying nothing. From past experience of questioning at police stations, I learned keeping quiet got me into less trouble.

"Put them on her." Peter looked enquiringly at his boss, "Hobble her, she's a thief and we don't want her doing a runner." Despite my kicking and struggling, Jake and Peter fastened the hobbles to my ankles and bound my wrists in front of me with a plastic plant tie. They certainly intended to keep me a prisoner. "Take her to the cellar, she can stay there until Mike gets in and while she's in there she can contemplate what he might do with her," Randolph, my jailer, ordered.  "Make yourself at home, Penny, Mike used this room whilst still at school, as his den, the room in which he made model aeroplanes, read books and brought his friends but I doubt you'll feel much like his friend. Much of the furniture remains so you shouldn't be too uncomfortable, not that it should worry a tough punk like you. He now has his own apartment above the stables as you found out."

I peered down into the windowless cellar and at the top of the stone steps, sat down and yelled, "I'm not going down there, it's a dungeon, I'd rather go to prison."

Jake didn't stand for that nonsense, tossing me under his arm like a sack of corn, he carried me kicking and screaming into the room and dumped me on a rather decrepit, musty smelling, settee. "Sit there, bitch and think about what you did and maybe what he'll do with you. It's really disgusting that a girl who had everything tries to steal from a boy who has been through so much pain and agony. Have a good look round cuz it's going to be pretty dark in here when I turn the light out."

"No! Leave the light on!"

"It's a dungeon, remember, that's what you called it and dungeons don't have lights." I yelled, cursed and pleaded with him but it made no difference, bound and hobbled I couldn't follow him and soon an all-pervading blackness encompassed me. Fortunately they'd fastened my hands in front and having had little sleep in the barn, I lay down and closed my eyes in an effort to shut out the eerie almost total darkness of the room. I opened them again but even when they'd become accustomed to the gloom, the few shards of light from under the door, only vaguely silhouetted the larger items of furniture and I knew that with all the other rubbish in the room, I didn't dare move far. I cried and before dozing off, my mind went through the events leading to my being in this predicament, blaming everyone except myself. "It's my bloody parent's fault, they were never there for me or showed any interest in what I did unless I got into trouble. So I got into trouble. I rebelled and deliberately kicked against every authority, the authority at school, the police and my parents. The head suspended me from school a few times, so what? Even then they didn't get the message and I started shoplifting and the police picked me up. Why should I worry? Daddy's money would buy my way out of trouble, and in the beginning it did. Yeah, I overstepped the mark when I stole that expensive skirt and was caught on CCTV. That was stupid and on this occasion, bloody Daddy decided he'd had enough and let justice take its course. By then I'd been taken to court three times and the bitchy-faced judge gave a hefty fine and a community service order. I did thirty days of that, cleaning some old folks homes. Ughh! Sodden Daddy insisted I pay the fine out of my own money and I didn't have enough and still hadn't paid it all when the final demand came so when I saw him pay the housekeeper's her wages, I stole it from her purse. Another stupid move because she easily guessed where the money had gone, and immediately came into my room without knocking and caught me with the money still in the envelope. Daddy went berserk and I almost laughed when his face went bright red and he spluttered and said he was absolutely disgusted and fed up with me. I didn't laugh when he gave me half an hour to pack and then threw me out of the house. "I'll pay off your fine but that it the last thing I will do for you. You are no longer my daughter and at twenty years old you should either be at college or working at a full-time job." Mother gave me a few pounds to `tide me over' but none of my friends wanted to know and I had to go on the road."

My mind turned to Michael and what he might do to me. "I've only seen him a few times since his motorbike accident several years ago and I taunted him about the beard he grew to cover the scars on his face and the way he limped along with a funny rolling gait. I heard he now has one leg shorter than the other, and after the way I treated him, I doubt he'll show me any sympathy. I wonder what prison would be like? Sarah found it pretty awful and wouldn't join me when I wanted to burgle an old man's house on the estate. She seemed very fearful of going back inside but wouldn't say much about what happened to her. Perhaps he'll want to punish me like father suggested by giving me a good hiding, but he daren't do that otherwise he'd be in trouble. No, they were right, I couldn't go to the authorities and complain, not without being in more trouble than I was already. Maybe if I offer him a couple of fucks, he'll let me go. But where will I go? I've no money left, no home and only the clothes I'm wearing and probably the only work I can do is as a prostitute. Don't really want that." 

Slowly I dozed off only to be wakened a few hours later by the light coming on and Evelyn descending the stairs. "I've brought you a cup of tea and a couple of biscuits, I wasn't told not to give you anything but I mustn't untie you. Even with your wrists tied you should be able to hold a mug."

"I need to use a toilet."

"Please?"

"I need to use a toilet please," I repeated like a young child, knowing that if I didn't go soon, I'd have wet trousers and feel even more uncomfortable, but having to say it made me feel like a three years old child. At least she didn't seem as hostile as the others.

"I think the one down here still works but it hasn't been used for a while, not since Michael used this room. Would you like the light left on? I can accidentally forget to switch it off. Michael's due in about 3:30 so you've several hours to wait. I'll bring you a sandwich at lunchtime."

"What will he do with me?" I had the feeling that Evelyn was at least partially on my side. 

"I really don't know dear, had it been anything but that pocket watch, you'd have got away lightly, but apart from its rarity value, it has a great sentimental value to him. Sorry, I have no idea what he'll do."


Punished

"So not only do you mock me, you try to steal my stuff and then sleep in a barn. I presume you're homeless and you smell, quite a drop in status for Miss Penelope St. Carmichael." Michael paused on each step as he came into room accompanied by his border collie, Griff, one of the dogs that found me earlier, and confronted me. Griff stood a few feet away and growled until Michael's command silenced him.

"What are you going to do with me?" I feared the worst when I heard the anger in his voice.

"Dad only told me a few minutes ago so I've yet to think it through. First though, I'll put you in the bath or perhaps the sheep-dip might be more appropriate." He gave a little grin, "Come with me, I'll cut your wrist ties when we get up to the kitchen and don't even think of running even if with hobbles, you may well be faster then I am, but Griff will have your ankles before you've gone more than a few paces."

"Can you fit another one in for dinner tonight, Mum?" Mike asked when he saw her preparing food in the kitchen when we passed through.

"Will she be in a fit state to sit?"

"Yes, I'm only going to get her clean enough to handle for now."

"Have you any clean clothes?" he asked when we arrived in his room,

"All my things were stolen day the before yesterday, that's why I took your stuff. I didn't know it was your place until I saw you leave this morning. I spent the night in the barn and peeped through the crack when I heard you lock the door and saw you put the key under the shrub. At that time I intended to look for some food and then I saw the watches and thought I could sell them but I didn't really know where. What are you going to do with me?" I asked again.

Again no answer to my question. "Get undressed while I run the bath, no need to be shy, you've shown your body to many others, I'm sure. I'll run your clothes through the washing machine but we'll have to find something else for you to wear when we go to dinner." Of course I'd been fucked but my pills were taken with the rest of my stuff and I'd only a couple left anyway. He unlocked my hobbles and when he stood I noticed his trousers were tented in front and wondered again if seducing him might be a way out of my predicament. "Stay Griff," Michael ordered when he went downstairs with the load of washing.

"Surely he doesn't expect me to run without anything to wear?" I smiled but kept an eye on the dog. At least he obeyed his master. The tub filled and I added bath salts intended for men but better than nothing and they created a covering of foam on the water. For the first time in ages I'd get myself clean and for a little while I relaxed in the water.

"Will the green dye come out of your hair with the shampoo and the hot water?" Mike asked when he returned and sat in a chair alongside the bath and watched me rub the soap and bubbles over my body.

Continuing with my seduction idea, several times I flashed my tits at him but he seemed unmoved. "It shouldn't do, it's supposed to be permanent but a little comes out each time. It's lighter now than it was a month ago. Are you another one of those buggers who think I should bleach it all out, one of those who believe green hair makes a girl a criminal?"

"Not necessarily, but in your case it probably did. It could be that is the impression you wish to create and uphold, a statement to everyone that you are tough and not to be messed with, but underneath the facade maybe you are not so tough and a little uncertain of yourself, a little unloved by your parents and others perhaps?" His comments were unusually perceptive.

Hobbled and clothed in one of his dressing gowns and wearing a pair of his mother's slippers, he led me across the courtyard into the main house for dinner, the first decent meal I'd had for over a week. All eyes were embarrassingly on me as we went into the kitchen and Randolph asked his son, "Well, what are you going to do with her?"

To my surprise, Mike dismissed his father's demand and answered, "You said it was up to me to do what I thought necessary with her and I will do that but what I do will be between me and her." I could feel the tension between the two but I interpreted his answer as being the punishment one. But what form would it take? Evelyn tried to diffuse the atmosphere with mundane talk and plying me with food, and once more I felt she might take my side but in the event of a conflict, though I doubted she would openly oppose her husband and son. 

In many ways I wanted the dinner to end and find out what my punishment would be and in other ways I wanted to delay the inevitable. Could I play the seduction card? Apart from getting an erection, his lack of reaction to watching me in the bath led me to suspect he wouldn't allow sex to stop him doing what he intended to do. Again and again, I pondered what form that would take. Would he spank me? Whip me? Rape me? In his room he could do anything and they could keep me prisoner in the cellar afterwards but somehow, I doubted he would go that far. His controlled manner and outward calm hiding his anger, could mean he'd be lenient but once he started it could unleash a rage that I would feel and suffer. And would they let me go afterwards? They could keep me indefinitely and no one would know and father, the only outsider to know my whereabouts, wouldn't bother to find out. My mind returned to the food. If they punish me, they'll have to look after me for a while and at least I'll have a roof over my head and I think Evelyn will see that I have food in my belly and maybe if he fucks me, I'll get better treatment. I'll need to get back on the pill in a few days if I don't want to have his baby.

Eventually the meal ended and in his room, I repeated my earlier question, this time he replied, "I'm going to punish you with a hard spanking on your bare bum. This is not because I hate you but more because unless someone takes a real interest in your behaviour and welfare, you will end up on the streets, soliciting to pay for a drug habit. That's how most prostitutes end up. The spanking will be a punishment for stealing Granddad's watch and other things. I will hit hard and it will hurt." I looked around for a way to escape but hobbled and wearing only a gown and slippers and with Griff on the floor by the door, I wouldn't get far before he caught me and then his strength would certainly be greater than mine. I'd have to submit but he'd only said a spanking so it shouldn't be that bad. "Afterwards," he went on, "You will stay here until all signs of your spanking have disappeared."

"And be kept locked up in the cellar?"

"No, except perhaps on Thursdays when I attend the day course at college, at other times you will be with me, here or out in the old barn I am converting or doing clearance work in the woods. We'll eat and sleep together until you are free to go." So he'd certainly been thinking about sex with me and I wondered about playing a rape card, but this wasn't a game, it was reality. "Take the gown off and let's get it over with."

"No!" I yelled. Griff sprang to his feet and growling slowly approached and on command he herded me like a sheep around the room until Mike grabbed my arm and pulled me over his lap. "If you get away, you'd have two dogs herding you, Griff and Kella, Jake's dog," Mike laughed at my antics. He threw the gown back and with my bum exposed, hit first one cheek and then the other with considerable force. My screams, hollering and cursing must have been heard in the house but no one came and the spanking continued until I thought I couldn't take any more and my swollen arse felt like it would burst. Suddenly it stopped. My swearing and cursing didn't, nor did my crying but he held me there for a while, so long that I wondered if he would start again but eventually he carried me to his bed and laid me face down on the bedspread. I could see and feel his erection against my body when he lifted me from his lap and I expected him for fuck me there and then, but he didn't and allowed the gown to fall into place and cover my arse.

"Your punishment is over, Penny, lie there for a bit and think about why I did it. I owe everything I own to grandfather; those woods you may have seen the other side of the barn, two more fields nearby and the old barn I'm converting into my new home so your taking of some of the things he valued most, really upset me. He was awarded that watch for many years of service on the railway and he only inherited the property late in life from his brother. I don't think I was being overly severe with the spanking but I'm sure you won't agree and you needed to be taught a lesson that you'd remember for a long while, probably for the rest of your life." 

"Bastard," I interrupted. 

"Don't make it worse, Penny, I could so easily repeat the dose. Remember the punishment has saved you from a term in prison that would go on for far longer than being with me and while you are here I will care for you. Of course, I will expect a little in return but nothing too onerous, some help when I'm working and I'm sure you guessed, sex."

So there it was, out in the open, he wanted to fuck me and I wondered whether or not to resist or use my wiles to get myself away as soon as possible. I couldn't get away at least until the morning when, hopefully I'd get my clothes back. He left me alone for a while but the bloody sheepdog sat by the door and I knew I dared not try to move even if my arse muscles allowed me to. Gradually the pain eased to a dull ache but I felt it every time I tried to find a more comfortable position. Half an hour later, he came back, "It's raining a bit so I've hung your clothes in one of the stables and left the top door open so they should be dry in the morning. I told Mother to expect an extra for meals for a day or two and she's a bit concerned about you and even said she'd look through her stuff to see if she had anything that would fit you. Dad wasn't in." As a minor act of defiance, I turned my head to face away from him but he ignored it and went on, "I'm going to remove the hobbles and the dressing gown and then you can use the loo and we'll have a shower and an early night." Obviously his idea of an early night was not to get more sleep!

While I gingerly lowered my tender arse on to the toilet seat, he went to a cabinet and shook a couple of Ibuprophen pills from a bottle and gave them to me with a glass of water. "They'll help ease your pain," he told me and started to undress. So far I'd only seen his bearded face and in a way I suppose he could be thought of as ruggedly handsome with his mop of dark hair and large brown eyes but I only saw him as my warder. He sat on a chair to remove his boots and realised his having one leg shorter than the other wasn't a myth because his left boot had soles over an inch thick whereas the right one was of normal thickness. I watched somewhat morbidly fascinated, when he removed his shirt and saw the scars across his chest and when he stood and lowered his trousers, I wondered what his prick looked like. Not only was it already hard and ready, but also of a size rather larger than I'd be used to, but as he stepped out of them, my eyes were drawn to his horribly scarred leg and I knew he'd been through far more pain than my spanking. The spanking I'd received from his hands muted my sympathy.

Some of my hate left when he played with me in the shower and got me so worked up that I couldn't have resisted if he'd fucked me under the running water and perhaps some of the warmth from his spanking had worked through to my cunt because I almost forced him to stuff his prick inside me. He resisted until we dried each other and were in bed. I pretended my painful arse prevented me from lying on my back but he ignored my protests and slid his hard prick slowly in my vagina and fucked me with forceful strokes. At each one I felt a stab of pain in my bum but the sensations were such that I thrust back at him and climaxed well before he did, a most unusual happening if my past experiences were anything to go by.

Afterwards he held me close and, while I had many questions I wanted to ask, I lay silently basking in the afterglow. We woke early the next morning and when he pulled me to the middle of the bed and rolled on top, I complained, "I'm not your sex slave."

"No, you're not, if you were I'd make you do things other than opening your legs."

"You'd want a blowjob I suppose?"

"Yeah, but it would be a two-way thing. That's how I had to do it before the accident, when Lisa wasn't on the pill." Later I found out that Lisa, his girlfriend, left him soon after he came out of hospital.

His statement surprised me. Only one boy had sucked me off. I actually enjoyed the fuck Mike gave me but I continued to pretend he was forcing me into sexual slavery. I think he knew I wasn't serious but afterwards I pointed out that I wasn't on the pill and if we continued for more than another day or two, I would be ovulating and could get pregnant. "If you go to the clinic, they'll probably want to examine you and from the colour of your arse, we could all be in trouble. I'll have to get condoms," he commented, "I'll get enough to last until you are fit to leave, if you decide to leave." That last comment made me wonder if he had feelings for me or if I he saw me as a fuck toy, a sex slave, a girl forced to be with him when no others would think about it because of his disability.


Disaster

We made a simple breakfast of cereals and toast and explained his plans for the day. "I need to go into town to pick up some hardware I need for the barn and then I'll take you to see it and you can help with the work. Do I need to hobble you?" I shook my head. "There's not much point in you trying to escape at the moment and I doubt you'd try and steal my watch and things a second time. Maybe while I'm gone you might like to clear this pigsty up a bit?" 

The room wasn't filthy, more untidy with cups and crockery left out and magazines on chairs, but it certainly wasn't as spick and span as the maid kept our house. "Aren't you going to order your slave to do it?" I asked cheekily.

"Nope, it's your home as well as mine for the next few days, so you'll live in the mess as well. I'm going to pop in a see if Mother wants anything from town and then I'm off. Griff will come with me so you won't need to worry about him." I'd already noticed the dog now treated me as part of the home when I went into the kitchen that morning and wanted me to scratch the back of his ears. Mike came back a short while later and said his mother had sorted out some clothes and I should go and see her and decide if they were suitable. Did he say that to prevent my escape? I didn't think so. 

Evelyn had a pile of clothing on the kitchen table and a pair of green Wellington's on the floor. Randolph complained, "I don't see why you are giving her all those clothes when she'll only be here for a few days."

"I'm never going to wear these and I intended to take them to a charity shop one of these days, she's been the prod I needed to sort through them."

"They would have gone to a good cause instead of to a criminal, someone who tried to steal from us. I'm surprised Michael left the hobbles off."

Moisture filled my eyes and I wanted to flee but Evelyn came to my rescue and rebuffed him, "Oh don't be so uncharitable, Randy, she's a young girl and not a horse and when she gets back on her feet, I daresay she'll pass on the clothes she doesn't need. In any case it is time you were off to the office."

"Make sure you keep an eye on her, we don't want her robbing Michael again." With that parting remark, he stomped off to his office in another part of the building and Evelyn showed me the clothes and I tried some on. Of course, they weren't the latest fashion and I wouldn't have even looked at them a month ago, but now, with owning only the clothes I wore, I accepted them and thanked her. No knickers or bras and I wondered if Mike would buy me some or if I would have to wash them each night until they wore out. Our conversation turned to how I got on with Mike and I knew she wanted to know if we'd had sex but I kept that to myself.

Before Mike returned I made a start on clearing the room but the magazines sidetracked me, the farming ones I stacked in neat piles but I looked at several of the home improvements ones and wondered if the inside of `the old barn' would look anything like the conversions shown in the photographs. With nearly three-quarters of an hour gone, I decided I'd better make an effort to clear the kitchen. Me, doing housework! My mind rationalised it, "For the time being at least or until you can find a better alternative, you are better off staying with Mike and not taking off on your own. Here you have food, warmth and a roof over your head, and the sex isn't bad either," I told myself.

"Ah, that looks tidier, thanks," Mike commented when he returned. Praise? For me? "Were the clothes suitable?"

"They'll do until I can afford to buy more, they are on the bed at the moment." We went into the room and he quietly put a couple of boxes of Durex on the bedside table while I showed him the clothing and explained about the bras and knickers. "Perhaps I won't let my slave wear them," he grinned at me but then went on, "Maybe I'll take you on my next trip into town and I expect you'll need to give your change of address to the employment office." Turning to the pile of clothes, he went on, "I'll clear some space in my wardrobe and chest of drawers later but I want to get down to the old barn now." 

Change of address? Space in his wardrobe? My stay began to look like being permanent. Did I want that?

Wearing the green wellies and carrying my trainers to wear inside the barn, we walked on the wide track that skirted the wood and met Jake driving a tractor. Griff ran ahead, barked at Kella and the pair chased each other. I had to laugh at them but Jake drew my attention when he commented that Mike hadn't been able to scrub the green from my hair and asked if my `other hair' was green too. To my embarrassment he answered, "No, dirty blonde." 

The `old barn' looked anything but old. Resplendent in newly painted black cladding, light brown window frames and red tiles on the roof, it looked newly built and Mike told me that only the main structural posts and beams were original and even these were much repaired and strengthened. The inside impressed me even more. From the entrance foyer, I could look right up to the rafters far above and ahead of me, an oak staircase led to a mezzanine floor with the bedrooms and above that, an attic floor. "I had professional help with the larger work but much of the interior fitting, I've done. Today I want to fit the doors to the bedrooms and you can help with that. Another week or two and I can move in although it won't be finished. Do you like it?"

"Beautiful and different to anything I've seen, and I've been in a few posh houses." He let me explore the odd rooms and a quaint set of stairs at the back that were part of the original structure, all so different to a formally designed house. Would I be able to stay long enough to live there?

He did make me help and I like to think that my holding the doors in place, speeded his hanging them and getting them to fit. One end of the barn he'd kept as a small machine shop and we used it several times to trim the doors to size. We made lunch in the kitchen so I knew all the services were laid on and continued working until we returned to the stables to clean up ready for dinner with his parents. 

Randolph glowered at me when we entered and Mike gripped my hand to reassure me. I'd dressed as nicely as I could with my limited wardrobe, with a greenish plaid skirt and flower-patterned blouse in which Mike said I looked lovely. Evelyn approved too and gave me a hug and made us welcome and wanted to know how things had progressed in the barn and what I had done but for the most part, her husband studiously kept quiet except for a snide comment on my hair. Mike squeezed my hand and I toned down my reply, "No, I didn't choose the skirt to colour coordinate with my hair. To be in keeping with my personality, I should have dyed my hair red as a vibrant contrast with the skirt and to make the statement that I don't conform to the norm."

Later, while we cleared part of his wardrobe, I asked Mike if he really disliked my hair and if he wanted me to change it. His reply surprised me. "As you said at dinner, your hair makes a personality statement. I don't believe that having green hair made you a criminal, circumstances did that, and a bit of rebelliousness helped it along but I'm trying to see beyond the statement to what's underneath the surface, the real personality. Until yesterday, you saw my limping as something to laugh at but now you've begun to see me as a person, I think you may have changed your mind, likewise, my initial reaction to seeing a punk girl in the cellar was one of disgust but now I know there's a different girl beneath the colour wash. If you want to get rid of the colour, do so, but don't do it to please me, do it because you want to change, or even to change it to red." We laughed and the seriousness of the conversation ended.

In the shower Mike noted the redness of my arse had faded, "We should be able to take you to the clinic sometime next week, unless I have to renew the colour there too." I knew he joked and threw a mock punch at him which led to a wrestling match and under the water we slid in to a heap and Mike cried out in pain. "Turn the water off and phone for an ambulance, one of the joints in my leg has broken apart." His face had turned ashen white and the bottom part of his leg lay at an odd angle and I knew immediately our play had seriously injured him. Stifling my tears, I phoned the ambulance, quickly dried myself and tended to Michael as best I could without moving him. To keep him warm, I wrapped a bathrobe around his shoulders and I hurriedly dressed before phoning the main house hoping Evelyn would answer. No such luck. Randolph treated it as my deliberate attempt to attack his son and started to harangue me until I shouted, "Shut up until you know the facts, I need to get back to Mike," and slammed the phone down.

I'd put a pile of towels on the floor of the shower and eased them under Mike's bum and had my arms around him when his parents arrived. Fortunately I had little time to answer their questions before the ambulance arrived and the medics stretchered him out. Randolph ordered me to remain behind while Evelyn went in the ambulance and he followed in the car. "You'd better start thinking about leaving, you've been nothing but trouble in the few days you've been here. Maybe I should have called the police."

Seeing the condoms on the table, I cried and lay down on the bed, debating what I should do. Should I obey bloody Randolph or should I keep with Mike? Even after only two days, I liked him; I liked him a lot. To hell with his father, he believes I'm a punk rebel, so I'll rebel against him. 

About 3 a.m. Evelyn came in with a little good news, the surgeons were able to repair the joint but he'd be in hospital for several days, probably a week. "Don't you dare leave before he comes back," Evelyn went on, "I know what my husband said and I told him not to be so stupid. You are the first girl he's had a liking for since his accident and he'll need you when he comes home and is on crutches again for a while. How did it happen? I know you told the medics that he slipped but I guess there was more than that." She glanced at the condoms still on the bedside table and I cried and we hugged until I blurted out our playing in the shower and how we liked each other. "I'll make sure you get to see him when we go tomorrow, sorry, that's this afternoon now. Do you know how to look after Griff? He'll miss his master too, you'll see."

Having Griff and learning to look after him, helped to while away the time and provided a little companionship. Evelyn was right. Several times that morning, Griff came into the bedroom and looked and whined and lay down by the door. I'd seen Mike put some pellets in a bowl for him and change the water so I did that but the poor dog just sat there. Jake came and said he would look after him but I refused and asked him to tell me what to do. "You'll have to take him out and learn the commands he understands. Put your boots on and we'll take him and Kella out together and perhaps show you how they work the sheep. By the time we came back, I think Griff had begun to think of me as his master. I could make him sit and come to me but hadn't any grasp of the complexities of getting a pair of dogs to cut a number of sheep from a flock and drive them into a corner. Still being out in the fresh air helped to push the thoughts of Mike's injury to the back of my mind, if only temporarily.

Randolph categorically refused to allow me to travel with them to see Mike that afternoon but Evelyn insisted on taking me to the evening visiting time, especially when Mike was so upset they hadn't brought me in the afternoon. In front of his father I hugged and kissed him and for most of the time I sat holding his hand and we talked and he laughed at my efforts at training Griff.

"I want you off my property by this time tomorrow," Randolph ordered when we got into the car for he journey back, "I don't want him associating with a criminal like you and I'm sure you're only using him to further your own ends. There's no love between you, like you tried to make out in the hospital."

"No, Randy, I'm not letting that happen. She stays. Do you want Michael to return to the depression he had when he came out of the hospital last time? You saw how he looked at her and wanted to be with her and I'm sure she'll be okay with him and will look after him when he gets home without him having to move back into the house again," Evelyn spoke fiercely in my defence.

"You can look after him, Evelyn."

"But not in ways that she can."

The argument went back and forth and I wept in the back seat until I burst out, "You said I was Michael's and he could deal with me, which he did, and now I am his. If he tells me to go, then I'll go but until then, I'm staying."

Early next morning, the phone rang, "On Sundays we all have a cooked breakfast here and you are invited as part of this family," Evelyn stated.

"Is that wise?"

"Randy has to get used to you being here with us and I suspect that could be for a long while. No need to dress up, just be here at 8:30." 

What a disaster! I'd hardly entered the kitchen when Randolph swore and told me to get myself out and off his estate and while Evelyn tried to calm him I left and returned to my room over the stables. Evelyn let herself in soon after and apologised for her husband and convinced me to stay, not that I had anywhere to go, but her next words that caused me some concern, "Please stay Penny, Mike has taken a real liking to you, too early to say if it is love, but he speaks as though it is. Randy will get over his hate eventually, although it may take a while. Stay, Penny, Mike will need you more than ever when they discharge him from the hospital and he has to get about on crutches and lug a plaster cast around."

The situation went from bad to worse and a definite rift opened between Evelyn and her husband. Despite her quiet way, Evelyn had a stubborn streak and absolutely refused to condone Randolph's attitude towards me. I never went into the house while he was there but Evelyn brought food over for me for dinner and made sure I had bread and milk and other foods for my lunches and breakfasts. Each afternoon, when Randy worked in the estate office, I went with her to the hospital and my attachment to Mike grew stronger and I knew there were more reasons to stay other than having a roof over my head. 

My attachment to Griff also grew. Each morning I walked with him and often met Jake or Jake and Peter working the fields. They always seemed to have time to stop and talk while the two dogs played and I learned a few more commands to keep them under control. 


Forced to leave

If anything, Randolph's hatred of me increased and every time he saw me he demanded I clear out and go back to living on the streets and not sponging on them. It came to a head when we learned the doctors would discharge Mike on the Friday morning. Before they left to pick him up he came to my room and ordered me to pack and to leave immediately. "If you're still here when we come back, I call the police to evict you. You're on my property, you're on my land, so I can do that. Michael will be living in the house for the time being and it will give him a chance to get over this silly crush he has on you." He emphasised several times, that my stay with Mike had come to an abrupt end and that I had no future as part of his family." He left when we heard Evelyn get the car from the garage.

Dearest Mike,

You already know that I am a thief, well I've stolen some more of your things. I took the money you kept in the tin at the back of the kitchen cupboard so I can buy food. I've also stolen the keys to the Old Barn and will take up residence there. It won't be comfortable without a bed but it is your property and your father will not have the authority to evict me, only you can do that. That decision will be yours to make.

I love you,

Penny

I sealed the note in an envelope and left it on top of the condoms with the drawer partly open and took my bundle of clothes and headed down the track. Griff followed.

For two hours nothing happened and I spent the time moping around and sitting in one of the two old armchairs left in the kitchen and trying to find a suitable place to sleep, all the while hoping Mike would come and take me in his arms. Griff sensed the sombre mood and lay quietly on a rug by the door and he provided the first indication that I had a visitor; Randolph! Foolishly I'd left the door unlocked expecting Mike to come, possibly with his mother, Randolph burst in and would have hit me if Griff, growling, hadn't blocked his passage. In the week I'd looked after and trained him, or he'd trained me, I'd become his master and even though he knew Randolph, he had a duty to protect me. Randolph swore and cursed me and ordered me out but I stubbornly refused to accede and ordered him to leave because I wasn't on his property. He continued to rant about Mike not really loving me or I him and that I was only here because of what I could take from them.

By then I'd had enough and tried the few sheep herding commands I'd learned and had Griff guide him to the door but he still refused to leave and tried kick Griff. Bad move. Quick as a flash, Griff caught his ankle and Randolph toppled to the floor. Fortunately the arrival of Evelyn saved the situation. Puffing slightly, she apologised unnecessarily, "Sorry I came as soon as I found the note. Get out Randy, you've done nothing to help and only made things worse. If you don't soon get over this prejudice for a girl with coloured hair, you'll be living on your own. Mike is the one you should be concerned about. Get off home and leave me the Landrover and then I can bring Mike here."

Turning to me, we hugged and cried, "You must like Mike a lot more than we thought if you were prepared to live in this unfinished house. Where would you have slept?" I didn't answer and she went on to explain what happened. When we returned from the hospital and had Mike inside the house, Mike wanted to see you and Randy went to the stables and shortly after we heard the Landrover start. I went to look and found your note torn in two, gave it to Mike and hurried here. I doubt Mike is up to walking this far so I'll pick him up and bring him, you'd better stay here for the time being."

Only a few minutes later, I heard the car return. "This silly boy had started to walk along the track." Evelyn laughed and helped her son from the cab. He came to me, we hugged, I cried, we laughed, my mind a whirlpool of emotions. Griff barked and to Mike's surprise, I quietened him with a command. Evelyn parted us, "Go inside and rest that leg, Mike and decide what you want to do. I'll try and sort your father out and come back later to pick you both up. Look after him, Penny, and don't let him hurt his leg."

We sat and discussed what to do while I made sandwiches with the bread and tinned meat I'd brought and brewed a pot of tea but we couldn't finalise anything until we knew if his father would rescind my being in the stables. "If you stay there, so will I," Mike declared, "I'll manage to get up and down the steps even if it takes a long time. Dad's so mad he certainly won't let you into the house." This proved true.

"He finally agreed to your staying in the stable rooms, Penny, but he refuses have you in the house and says he never wants to see that `green haired bitch' again," Evelyn looked unhappy, "I presume you'll want to sleep with her Mike?" He nodded. "I'll bring dinner over for you but you'll have to learn to cook, Penny, especially when you move into this place."

Visions of becoming a `normal' housewife crossed my mind.

"And you'll have to help with the woodland management and fix this place up and look after the sheep and look after me..." Mike grinned.

"Sounds like I'll still be your slave. How am I going to learn to cook? I've never had to do that."

"We'll find a way. Tomorrow, I'll take you shopping." I suspected Evelyn had a plan.

"Would you like a blow job seeing that you can't fuck me properly?" I asked when we readied ourselves for bed.

"Now there's an offer I can't refuse but to make it clear that you are not a slave, I'll give you one as well, we'll do it in the sixty-nine position." Only one boy and a couple of girls I'd slept over with had ever sucked me so this would be a novel experience. Soon I had him fully erect and rubbed and sucked on his cock and knowing he wouldn't have had any sex in hospital, I fully expected him to explode and blast his spunk into my mouth at any moment. He did but with the sensations of his tongue lapping my slit and clitoris and the tickling of his beard on the inside of my thighs, I didn't want to move and spit it out and for he first time, almost without thinking, I swallowed it. I carried on gently massaging his prick until it hardened again and even after I'd climaxed continued to wank and suck him to a second emission before we cuddled and went to sleep. 


A new woman

"How do you like it?"

"My God, is that really you Penny? You're beautiful." Even Griff looked at me in askance.

"Your mother suggested it as we drove into town. She didn't force me to change it but we hope it is one way of getting around your father's ruling that he does want to see a green haired bitch in his house. We're invited to dinner tonight and you're to introduce me as your new girlfriend. We had to try three hairdressers before we found one that had a cancellation and would bleach and style my hair. I gather you like it."

"As long as the girl underneath it hasn't changed."

Randolph stood ready to throw me out when we entered the kitchen and Mike introduced me as `the new Penny' but his wife cut in before he said a word. "Don't say anything Randy. Accept that it was a brave decision to change her hair and with it her lifestyle. Accept her as she is now, not as she was and forget her past." Resignedly, he sat down and, at times, even partook in the conversation.


Six weeks later and we've moved into The Old Barn as we have now formally named it on a board over the main door, but much still needs doing and some rooms are bare walls. Nevertheless, I feel it is my home and we work together to make it so. Mike's leg has healed and he can now drive and I'm taking lessons again to try and pass the licence I failed to pass a year or two ago. We've invited Randolph and Evelyn to Sunday lunch this coming weekend so I'm hoping it will be another test that I will pass after all the time I've spent in their kitchen leaning things mother should have taught me. I did actually get to see my parents a fortnight ago through Randy's intervention. He'd mentioned my living with Mike to father at a business meeting and asked if my stuff was still at his house. It was, all boxed and bagged up and stored at the back of the garage out of the way. Mike actually arranged it and my appearance certainly shocked my parents, perhaps more than my green hair did, but they really didn't wish to acknowledge me as their daughter and only spoke formally to Mike and me and we stayed only long enough to load my stuff in the car. At least they spoke cordially and didn't comment on my hair or remark on my career as a thief.


Finis


