Arranged Marriages

Synopsis

Elizabeth finds herself more involved with, (or rather, controlled by), the brother of the man she is supposed to arrange a marriage with.

Arranged Marriages

by obohobo

Warnings

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

MF NC Punishment

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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental, etc.

Copyright 2001

Chapter 1 A week in the country

"You must try and get him to marry you. Our future and yours could depend on it."

"But mother, I don’t like him. He’s a jerk. We have nothing in common."

"Elizabeth, if Aaron doesn’t put his money into our company, we will be ruined. Bankrupt, then where will you be?" Elizabeth’s father added his voice to the argument raging in the DeCoult household. "If Savron’s takes a controlling interest in Vistaelectric then our company goes to the wall and we lose everything including the house. You can save us. If you seduce him into marrying you, he won’t sell to Savron’s."

"You don’t have to like him, dear. Just marry him and after a bit get a good divorce settlement."

"But mother, how could you arrange for me to go away with him into the wilderness of Wales for a week without consulting me? It's disgusting. Most likely he’ll spend his time watching birds or something. You know what he’s like."

"Darling I know he’s shy but I talked with his mother and she’s concerned that he doesn’t even have a girlfriend. I know you’re no virgin but you haven’t had a boy friend that has lasted more than a month or two. It’s time you settled down. Curb your temper and try and be less irritable and you might get into a long-term relationship. Once you get him alone you might find him quite likable."

"Mother you know he never attends any of the social functions. Always dresses like a slob, never goes to good restaurants...."

"No more argument, Elizabeth," her father interjected, "You are going and you will do your best to persuade him to like you enough to ask for your hand. It’s for your good as well as ours."

******

"Elizabeth, I don’t know why our parents arranged this but I guess it has to do with money or business. I doubt they just want to marry us off so they can have lots of little grandchildren. I am sure you have no liking for me and your way of life is abhorrent to me. So why don’t we just call a truce to the bickering and try to get along for the week? I think we both know as a relationship, this isn’t going to work, despite what our parents think or want." Elizabeth just nodded. They had been driving in the 4x4 Landrover Discovery through Shropshire and had now crossed the border into Wales. Elizabeth was still fuming that he hadn’t brought the luxurious BMW but Aaron was adamant the Discovery was more practical on the gravel roads to the cottage.

For some time there was an uneasy silence until Aaron pulled off at a small roadside cafe. "Surely you aren’t going to eat in a place like this? It’s for truck drivers and the like." Elizabeth started bitching again.

"And it has the best food around. In any case there is no where else for miles. You can sit in the car if you wish."

Elizabeth decided she had better appear a little sociable. She needed a coffee to lift her spirits a little. Two groups of truck drivers sat with steaming mugs of tea eating eggs and bacon. Feeling very out of place in her bright flowery dress and heeled shoes, Elizabeth sat at a table. It was clean enough but she turned her nose up at the fact there was no tablecloth. Only a plastic imitation wood surface.

"What would you like to eat? The menu is on the board." Aaron pointed to the list printed in chalk. "The steak and kidney pie is usually very good." She decided to just have a ham sandwich. It wasn’t the delicate quartered triangles she expected but despite her reservations and snide comments, it tasted good. The instant coffee though was not good and even Aaron had to admit, they were better at making tea than the bitter dark brew they called coffee.

Further on, at a small village supermarket, Aaron bought supplies to last them most of the week. When asked about her cooking skills, Elizabeth tartly replied, "I don’t cook. We have a person to do that."

"Well you will just have to rely on my skills then and they are pretty basic. No cafes or hotels nearby."

A light drizzle had descended by the time they arrived at the cottage and the low cloud gave a sense of gloom and foreboding to Elizabeth as she entered the cottage. It was one of a pair that stood a hundred yards apart but otherwise isolated from their nearest neighbours by two miles of moorland. It was however warm inside, the wood stove had been lit but was now burning low. Perhaps the neighbours lit it she thought but only commented on the gloom and the spartan furnishings. Aaron rekindled the dying fire and soon had a simple bacon and eggs meal sizzling in the pan. He was hungry after the long drive.

"Elizabeth, I know you don’t want to be here or sleep with me. That’s okay with me too. You can have the back bedroom but we will have to share the bathroom and toilet facilities. As you have already seen, they too are pretty basic and not designed for spending hours face painting. It will have to do though."

Complaining bitterly about being brought to such a hovel, about the state of the bed, about everything, Elizabeth finally went to bed. She couldn’t sleep. What was she going to do? How could she even consider marrying such a man? A man who seemed to enjoy living in this godforsaken place. She silently cursed the lumpy mattress and the hard pillow. She cursed her parents for their crazy scheme. They might need the money but would she ever be able to put up with this?

Near midnight she heard the outside door open. Footsteps, obviously trying to be quiet. A burglar? Surely not in such a remote hole? Listening intently she discerned the opening of Aaron’s bedroom door and then quietly whispered voices. One a woman’s. A bed creaked, then a pause before a more continuous creaking of bedsprings. She knew exactly what was going on. But who was the visitor? Aaron obviously must know her. Maybe they have been lovers in the past. Maybe she is a long time girlfriend. But his mother had said he didn’t have a girlfriend. Perhaps she didn’t know about this one? Was she a rival for his hand in marriage? Jealousy stirred in her mind. She didn’t want him but she didn’t want anyone else to have him either. The creaking quietened. Muffled voices, then nothing. No footsteps. She must still be in there. Eventually Elizabeth fell into a troubled sleep.

The creaking started again. Elizabeth looked at her watch. 5.30 a.m. She lay awake listening. Again she debated what to do. Quietly she sat up and put on her dressing gown. Even in summer, the nights on the hillside were a little chilly. Opening the door a crack, she listened and waited. The creaking stopped. Whispered words, then rustling sounds. Dressing? At this hour of the morning?

"I’ve got to go." Faint words drifted through as Aaron’s bedroom door was opened. Boldly Elizabeth stepped out to confront the woman she now saw as her enemy. A woman who must be stopped at all costs. Without warning she threw a tight fisted punch at the woman’s head and caught her full in the eye. A ring on her finger caught a cheekbone causing a small cut to bleed copiously. The woman tried to retaliate but Aaron intervened. From the woman’s stature, Elizabeth would have come off worst.

"Go home Dawn. I’ll deal with Elizabeth."

"To hell you will Aaron. You’ll just be nice to her. I know you. You're too nice to everyone. That means you’ll do what your bloody parents and she wants and marry her. Well if that’s the way it is, I’ll say good bye. If you want to see me again, you’ll have to ask ME to marry you first." Dawn ran from the cottage, tears mingling with the blood on her face. Aaron started after her but she just told him to ‘Go to hell’. "I don’t want to see you again," she added.

Aaron turned on Elizabeth. "That was the worst thing or maybe the best thing you could have done. At least now, I know I won’t kow-tow to my parents, your parents or your wishes. Dawn is the nicest woman I know and I will marry her despite everything."

"Not while your father has anything to do with it, you won’t. He still runs the firm. You are only a junior partner."

The heated argument raged on. ".... I love her and I will marry her, not a bitch like you." With the noise from the argument, they had not heard the door open and a well-built man enter.

"So this is the bitch that hurt my sister."

"I’m sorry, David. It happened too quickly to stop her. How is Dawn?"

Ignoring the question, David grabbed Elizabeth and carried her to the back bedroom. Despite her struggles, David kicked the door shut, placed the back of a chair against it and sat down with Elizabeth kicking and screaming over his lap. She suspected what he was about to do but couldn’t believe anyone would have the audacity to spank her. Aaron tried to open the door but with the chair back under the knob and the combined weight of David and Elizabeth on the seat, there was no way it was going to open.

Unceremoniously David pulled the hem of Elizabeth’s robe up to reveal her lacy pink knickers. They didn’t cover her bottom for long. A swift pull and the material parted at the sides to reveal a pair of taut white globes. "From what I’ve heard, your parents should have done this years ago." David spoke through gritted teeth, anger in his voice. As the word came out so his hard hand descended on the unprotected flesh with a loud "Slaapp!" Before Elizabeth could scream, the hand had forcefully landed again. Her arse was no longer white.

Finding her voice, Elizabeth cried out and started to call him the vilest things that came into her head but these were soon replaced by pleas for him to stop. Her struggles and kicks had little effect and soon she was reduced to a sobbing, pleading wreck. The spanking stopped as suddenly as it had begun. David stood and tossed his victim on her bed, removed the chair from the door and left the house without a further word.

When Aaron tried to enter the room to comfort Elizabeth, she swore at him in a most unladylike manner. He left her, dressed and walked to the neighbouring cottage. Unusually the door was locked. David answered his knock and informed him Dawn wouldn’t see him. "You have to get rid of the bitch first." Elizabeth was in no better mood when he returned. As soon as he entered the house she threw a plate at him. It missed but he decided to leave things to quieten down for a while and drive over to the next valley and watch his beloved red kites. They at least didn’t seem to have problems. They were free to soar and glide in the updrafts.

Sulkiness had replaced venom when Aaron returned in the afternoon. He made a meal, which Elizabeth silently picked at and for the rest of the day she adamantly refused to speak to him. She turned the radio on full to a pop station that she knew Aaron wouldn’t like and gingerly sat on extra cushions in the armchair by the fire. Aaron tried twice to see and speak with Dawn. Both times he was denied entry. Despondent, he went to bed early.

Chapter 2 A midnight raid

Anger and fury still burning in her breast, Elizabeth made her way to way in the pale moonlight to David’s house. She had no plan but would think of something when she got there. Under her feet the ground was soggy and her unsuitable heels dug deeply into the soft soil, slowing her progress. A window was cracked open. Slowly she opened it further and peered in. With eyes now accustomed to low light levels she could make out Dawn’s sleeping form lying on the bed beneath the window. It was warm enough inside for her to sleep with only a sheet and thin blanket covering and the blanket had been pushed partway down. What should she do? Looking around outside she saw a watering can. It was full.

"Yeeeck!" Dawn’s shriek pierced the still night air as cold water flooded her body and bed. The sound brought two collie dogs bounding into the bedroom closely followed by David. Elizabeth dropped the watering can and fled but in heels her progress was slow.

"Bitch!" muttered Dawn as she indicated to Mo and Dring they should leap through the window. Using their training as sheep dogs, Dawn gave commands in Welsh that herded Elizabeth through the wettest, boggiest part of the field. Each time she tried to escape, one or other of the dogs would nip at her ankles but never quite touching them. Twice she tripped and fell losing a shoe the second time. Sobbing now, the unfortunate girl was brought towards the bedroom.

"Bring her to the back door." For the first time, Dawn realised her naked brother was in the bedroom beside her. His nakedness didn’t bother her, nor did the fact that her wet nightdress effectively made her naked. They had seen each other’s bodies frequently but there was no incestuous relationship between them. "Let me know when she is at the door and I’ll grab her."

"She’s there."

David quickly opened the door and pulled Elizabeth inside. "So my last spanking wasn’t enough for you. I’ll have to do a better job this time. Now get those filthy clothes off before you go into the kitchen. Mo, Dring, watch her."

"No, please, I’m sorry."

"You will be. Now get undressed and into the kitchen while I see to Dawn. Don’t think about making a run for it, the dogs will get you before you get out of the door." Through eyes streaming with tears, Elizabeth looked pleadingly at David. His face only showed anger. Looking down at his powerfully built body she took in his semi-hard cock. It was bigger than any she had seen before. Would he try and....? Before she could formulate an answer David left the porch area with "When you are ready go and stand by the warmth of the Aga in the kitchen."

Dawn had shed her nightdress and was drying herself when he returned to her room. "What are we going to do with that bitch? She’s been nothing but trouble since she came here and she only arrived yesterday."

"You’re going to do nothing. Get dressed and go to Aaron and stay there. I’ll deal with her."

"I can’t go to him. I said I wouldn’t speak to him until he asked me to marry him."

"You love him don’t you?" Dawn nodded. "Then don’t put silly barriers up. Get dressed and go."

"But...."

"Dress and go!"

Dawn slipped into her working clothes and walked to the neighbouring cottage. All was quiet. For some minutes she waited at the back door debating whether or not to enter. Starting to return to her own home she faintly she heard a scream and then a cry of "No." She guessed David would be dealing with Elizabeth. How she didn’t want to imagine but knew he wouldn’t want her in the way. David would pay her back for the painful eye. Perhaps Aaron’s would be the best idea. Stealthily entering, she undressed in the kitchen and slipped into Aaron’s bed. Silencing any questions with a deep kiss Dawn cuddled up to him before working his cock to full hardness and taking it inside her.

Elizabeth meanwhile was not in such a happy frame of mind. David returned to the porch. "I told you to get your clothes off. Now do it."

"No!" David took a couple of steps towards her. Mo growled. "Okay, get out. I don’t want you watching."

David didn’t move. "Get undressed now. My seeing you is the least of your problems." Slowly Elizabeth took off her sweater, the one shoe that was still in place, socks and trousers and stood in her knickers and bra. David’s cock began to rise. Elizabeth noticed it too.

"What are you going to do to me? Spank me again? Rape me?"

"Get into the kitchen, Liz." David motioned to the door. Out of the corner of her eye, Elizabeth saw him take a riding crop from the peg by the back door. He wouldn’t use that on a girl surely, she thought. Elizabeth hesitated, but a gentle touch with the crop urged her on.

"Liz,..."

"Don’t call me that, I’m Elizabeth."

"Liz," David repeated, deliberately ignoring the remark, "My previous spanking doesn’t seem to have had enough effect so tougher action is required. Besides giving her a nasty black eye, you have almost wrecked Dawn’s life and now you’re going to pay the price."

"You’re not going to hit me with that!" she exclaimed eyeing the crop. Sensing that he was, she flew at him with fists flying and feet kicking in all directions. Not having any experience in fighting she soon found herself off balance and on the floor without having struck a noticeable blow to David. "You bugger! You bastard! You sod!" she shouted in a high pitched voice. David laughed as she continued with the invective. Effortlessly he picked her up under his arms and carried her still swearing and kicking into his room and unceremoniously dumped her face down on the bed.

"I’ll sue you! I’ll have you put in jail! You’ll pay for this!"

"No, I don’t think you will. You are here to trick Aaron out of his money, right?" Elizabeth didn’t answer. "If my whipping you gets into court, your underhand dealing gets into the press."

"You bloody sod!" Elizabeth sent yet another kick at his groin. Aimed at his erect prick it fell short of its target.

Reaching for one of the few ties he owned David proceeded to bind Elizabeth’s wrists behind her back. "That’s my wedding’s tie. I wonder if that is an omen?"

"Let me go you bastard! I don’t deserve to be whipped just for pouring a little water over your bitch of a sister."

"Oh but you do deserve it, Liz. The water was only the last straw." Picking her up again, David pulled her knickers off and placed the wriggling woman over the bottom board of the bed, feet touching the floor, breasts pressed to the mattress. However, Elizabeth’s spirited struggles did not keep her in that position for long and David was forced to use the remaining two ties from his wardrobe to fasten her ankles to the bedposts. Spread-eagled, helpless and now well displayed Elizabeth changed her tune from spiteful reprimands to pleading, then to begging when she saw David pick up the crop again.

The first crack brought a terrible scream. A vivid red weal appeared right across both buttocks. Not having any experience at whipping a person the blow was heavier than he expected. David allowed the initial pain to subside a little. "I think a dozen like that should do the trick. You would remember them for very long time."

"Nooo! Noo! Please no. I couldn’t stand a dozen," sobbed Elizabeth, "It would kill me."

"I’m sure it wouldn’t. You might be sore for a month and you wouldn’t want to flaunt your body in a tight bathing suit, but it wouldn’t kill you. Mind you it has made an impressive welt." David ran his fingers over the sore area. "It will be very impressive indeed when the whole area is covered."

"Please, please, David, don’t do it. I really can’t take any more."

"But you’ve only had one. Lets see what effect the second has." Bringing the crop down sharply again brought another ear piercing scream from the unfortunate girl. Sobbing piteously, she again pleaded for mercy. David himself wondered if she really could take a full dozen but didn’t want to back down from his earlier statement. He gave Elizabeth several minutes to compose herself a little.

"Lizzie, I’ll bargain with you. I give you four strokes now and hold eight in reserve against your good behaviour. In re...."

"Yes, yes, I’ll be good. Please two is enough. Please David don’t hit me any more."

"You didn’t let me finish. I give you four strokes now and hold eight in reserve against your good behaviour. In return," David paused, "You will live here as my mistress for the rest of your stay and...and do the work Dawn would normally do, as far as that is possible for someone with no experience of farm work."

"You can’t be serious! You want to fuck me and make me do labouring. You can’t be serious."

"I’m very serious. Two more strokes and stay here as my ‘guest’ or ten more strokes and go back to the other cottage. Which?"

"It’s an inhuman choice."

"But one you have to make Lizzie. You either live here with me with a sore bum or hobble back to the other cottage in extreme pain. I’ll give you five minutes."

At the end of five minutes the pain had subsided a little and Elizabeth began to think she could possibly take two more but not another ten. Why should she have to take any? She also wondered what it would be like to have that cock he so blatantly displayed, inside her. Could she take it? Would it hurt her too. Would he just rape her or would he be kinder?

"Well Lizzie?"

"Won’t you just let me go? Please?"

"Ten strokes it is then?"

"No! No! I can’t take ten more."

"Then it’s two and subservience? That’s the only other choice."

"Bastard! Yes, damn you, yes."

Twice more the crop came down on the already marked arse but David didn’t put the same vigour into the strokes. Even so they hurt and left a line of fire but even Elizabeth realised they were not as fierce as the first two."

"Remember Lizzie, I will hold the other eight on account for your good behaviour, and that will also mean the way you conduct yourself here. First though I must relieve myself of a load that is in my balls." Feeling around her cunt he massaged the clit for a few minutes until he felt moisture flowing and then slowly inserted his rampant manhood. Elizabeth felt her vagina forcefully filled and stretched as four inches of solid cock entered. The stretching in itself wasn’t really painful but he was only halfway in and the skin of her bottom sent vicious bolts of pain to her brain at every movement. He began a steady in and out motion gradually deepening his thrusts until fully entering her. Realising how sore her arse was, he tried to stop short of pushing his pelvis into the sore weals but only partially succeeded. Each time their flesh collided she screamed.

All too soon for David he climaxed. He had felt some reactions within the girl under him but knew she couldn’t have cum in the short time. "Damn! Sorry," he swore, "I’ll control myself better next time."

"Rapist! You sodden rapist!" Elizabeth sobbingly spat the words but they lacked her usual venom. "Now you’ve had your fun how about untying me?"

"Maybe I will, maybe I won’t. Depends on if I think you are going to behave yourself. Otherwise you might just as well spend the night like that and be ready for me any time I feel like it."

"David, please. It hurts like hell. Please let me up. I’ll be good. I promise."

"And just how much are your promises worth, Lizzie? Not much I would guess, but I will free you and then perhaps we can get some sleep. Farmers start early you know." Standing unsteadily, Elizabeth carefully rubbed her arse. "Come into the bathroom and I’ll put some cream on. First though I am going to remove your bra. You look a bit comical with that as the only piece of clothing on you and I want to get a good look at my new mistress’s tits."

Elizabeth was a little humiliated at having him apply the cream but it did ease the pain a little. She crawled reluctantly into bed and lay face down alongside David. Both lay awake for a while but soon David began to snore gently. Biding her time, Elizabeth decided to try and escape. Ever so slowly she eased out of the bed. The snoring continued. She’d get some clothes from Dawn’s room and then get away. Silently she left the bedroom and into Dawn’s room.

"Woof! Woof! Grrrrr!"

"Damn your bloody dogs."

Almost instantly it seemed, David was alongside her and applying his hand forcefully on her already sore rear. "So much for your promises of good behaviour." Again the tears flowed as he carried her back to bed.

Chapter 3 A farmer’s work

5.30 a.m. and David was awake. He needed no alarm. He awoke at that time every morning. Elizabeth had only drifted off into sleep an hour previously but his movements woke her. She groaned.

"Time for farm workers to get up." Elizabeth groaned and protested again. "But I think this morning, I ought to have a little fun first. Feel this." Taking Elizabeth’s hand, he placed it around his piss hard cock.

"Oh no, not again," Elizabeth protested, "I’m too tired and too sore."

"This’ll wake you and you’ll be very much sorer if you don’t start to cooperate," David growled. "Is it another spanking you want?"

"No." Elizabeth knew any protest would be futile. He was strong. She had nowhere to run and no clothes.

"Turn over." As her arse came in contact with the mattress, Elizabeth felt the pain double but after a minute or two it subsided a little. David pulled her legs apart and felt along the crack of her sex. Sliding a finger into the opening he manipulated her clit between it and his thumb. Elizabeth tried not to get aroused but soon her juices were flowing. Climbing on top but trying to keep the bulk of his weight off the girl, David thrust his prick halfway in. Unlike the previous attempt he didn’t even try to stop there but forcibly pushed it deeper with every thrust until at full depth his pubic hair mashed with hers. The pain in her buttocks not only sent fire to her brain it seemed to warm her cunt from the inside. Unwillingly she responded to his thrusts and despite herself, came like she had never cum with anyone before. But David wasn’t done. His cock kept up its thrusts and gyrations inside the tight walls without spending its seed. Elizabeth came noisily a second time. A minute later David loosed his load.

"You bastard!" The words came out not with venom but with a kind of reverence she had not expected. David kissed her fully on the mouth and the pair lay back for ten minutes to recover.

"Time to get up! It's gone six. Make some tea and then we’ll see if we can find some working clothes of Dawn’s that will fit you."

*****

Aaron and Dawn rose at 5.30. Aaron because he had intended to make an early start to the next valley to watch the red kites; Dawn because she always woke at that time ready to work on the farm. Her eye was very black and made worse by the cut becoming painfully infected.

"You can’t work like that," Aaron remarked, "You can’t open one eye. When David gets up we’ll go and pick up some clothes and have a run out in the car and come back here for lunch. No one will see you if we stay in the car."

"And you can get to see your beloved kites!" Dawn laughed. "Yes, okay, I’m sure David can do without me for one day."

6.30 they saw lights were on in the cottage. Walking in they heard voices from Dawn’s room.

"I can’t wear that. It’s gross!"

"Dawn’s about your height but she does have a bit more flesh on her bones than you. It will cover you up and you have nothing else suitable for mucking out the barn"

Dawn rushed into her room and was confronted by the naked back view of Elizabeth. She was surprised that she was up at this hour but even more surprised by the stripes and colour of her arse. "God, David, did you do that to her?"

"Yep, colourful isn’t it? Looks like your eye is too so we are all square. Hope you don’t mind but I was trying to find some suitable clothing from Liz to work in. She’s volunteered to take your place for a week." Elizabeth blushed scarlet when she realised both Dawn and Aaron were looking at her. Grabbing the blanket from the bed she wrapped it around herself and then winced as she felt the wet cloth on the bare skin.

"That wet cover is the reason you are here, Lizzie dear. Remember?"

"She’ll never stand up to farm work, even at this time of year when there isn’t all that much that needs doing. She hasn’t the strength for it."

Elizabeth bridled at the remark. "I had enough strength to black your eye!" she retorted.

"Now ladies, don’t start squabbling. We only came to pick up some clothes for Dawn to go out in. Obviously she can’t do much work with her eye closed so I thought to take her for a ride. If the eye doesn’t improve I may have to call in at a doctors." Aaron tried to defuse the situation.

"Do you mind if I find some overalls, socks and boots of yours for Liz?" asked David.

"There’s clean overalls and socks in the airing cupboard. She’s welcome to wear them if she will."

"I can do anything you can bitch!" Elizabeth didn’t believe or even want to find out but she wasn’t going to admit it to anyone. "Now find what you want and leave me to get dressed in peace."

"Fine Lizzie." Dawn imitated her brother’s use of the diminutive term.

"Don’t you call me that!"

"You're a farm worker now, so you don’t need a high-falutin title." Dawn smiled and added, "David, perhaps the first job for your new farm worker should be to wash the bedclothes and dry the mattress. Or is she sleeping in your bed at night?"

After Dawn and Aaron left, Lizzie broke down and sobbed. She wasn’t used to others poking fun at her and after all she had been through the previous evening it all seemed overpowering. On the surface David showed little sympathy. He found clean overalls and overrode Elizabeth’s complaints concerning the bagginess of the fit and the roughness of the material especially as she had no wearable knickers or bra. "We’ll pick some up later from Aaron’s but first we will have to do something with this bed before it starts to smell."

Elizabeth’s shoe size was smaller than Dawn’s but they overcame the problem with extra woollen socks again to complaints of their roughness. The green wellies would be far more suited to outside work than any of the other shoes she had.

When farm work was mentioned she had ideas of tractor driving and herding sheep, it was thus a shock when her first job was mucking out the now vacant pig sty. "Pig’s went to market, last week and we have to get some new ones day after tomorrow so this is a job that needs doing now."

"It stinks! I feel faint! I can’t go in there! I won’t go in there!" David didn’t wait to hear any more. Picking Elizabeth up he tossed her face down across the low wall that formed the boundary of the sty. "Whop, whop." His hand fell on Elizabeth’s already sore backside. Even covered with the denim material, she felt the pain each time his hand struck. Ten times, he spanked her before she cried out she would do it.

"Bloody fucking sadistic bastard!" Sobs enveloped her.

"Was that a request for a further dose?" enquired David.

"No, please, you’ve hurt me enough."

"Then take the other fork and work from that corner towards me. Watch what I do and how I do it." After half an hour she had begun to ignore the smell but had only moved a fraction of the dung compared to David. He knew not to push her more. She had difficulty in moving and certainly wasn’t used to manual work. When the material was all in the open David did get the tractor and forklift to move the bulk of it to the manure heap.

"Breakfast time," he announced. Normally Elizabeth wouldn’t have eaten until lunchtime at the earliest but this morning she felt ravenous. Some of the pain in her arse had eased but she found a new source of discomfort when she washed her hands. There were blisters on her fingers. David found some cream. "They’ll go in a day or two when the skin hardens a bit."

"We’re going on the top moor to see how the lambs are," David stated when breakfast was over. "We can take the Jeep part way but it's a goodly climb so make sure you have enough socks to fill your boots properly." It was an exhausting but exhilarating experience. The weather was bright but with a keen strong wind. Combined with the soft boggy land, it made walking tiring but the views from the top were fantastic. With the clear air they could see for miles. Mo and Dring were in their element. They ran free most of the time but at David’s commands, quickly herded any sheep he wished to have a look at. Dring even came to Elizabeth when she called him and licked her face before plonking himself on her lap for the drive home. Mo though totally ignored her.

Elizabeth was thoroughly tired by the time she arrived back at the cottage. She had complained bitterly during the climb to the moor but once at the top she remained more or less silent. It seemed the wild grandeur had made an impression even on her. Back in the cottage all she wanted to do was lie down and rest. Her arse was also sore from the denim chafing; her feet were sore from the walking, but no, she had to help cook dinner. Once it was all on the AGA David suggested, "Okay, you’ve had a hard day for your first one, lets go over to Aaron’s and find some clothes for you to get comfortable in and when we come back and I’ll put salve on your arse and you can relax."

"Relax? Does that mean lying on my back with you on top fucking the hell out of me?"

"Probably," David grinned.

Aaron and Dawn were eating when they arrived. Leaving their boots in the porch they went inside without invitation. Dawn’s eye still looked awful and was painful. "I’ve phoned the doctor and have an appointment in the morning," Aaron informed them. Dawn commented on the way Elizabeth walked in her thick socks, "Been out for a long walk have we?" she quipped.

"Stoppit Sis," ordered David, "She’s worked and walked well for her first day. We’ve had a look at the stock on top moor."

"Oooh, taking her side now are we?" retorted his sister. The phone interrupted their banter. Aaron answered.

"Good evening Mrs. DeCoult.... Yes, we are getting along fine here. Do you wish to speak with Elizabeth?" He handed her the phone. The others waited to see if she would reveal what the situation really was.

"Good evening mother.... Yes, things are fine. We haven’t quarrelled yet and we are not coming back early."

"You sound a little tired Elizabeth."

"Must be the country air mother."

"Don’t overdo things then dear.

They talked trivialities for a short while until Elizabeth ended the conversation by saying, "We have the neighbours in at the moment so I will call you back tomorrow evening."

Aaron said, "Thank you, Elizabeth. I am glad we are not cutting our holiday break but I will understand if you want to. It must be hell for you."

Just as Elizabeth opened her mouth to reply, David jumped in with, "Yes, but it is all part of her continuing education!"

Chapter 4. Market day

Weather changed for the worse on the following day. Wet, windy and cold. David, spent time in the barn shifting bales of hay. Elizabeth helped where she could but she was really suffering with sore hands and feet and a bad back as well as a sore arse. That evening David laid her naked on the settee and massaged her back but probably nullified any good he may have done with the rubbing by climbing on top of her afterwards and vigorously fucking her from the rear. While Elizabeth did groan a bit she was fast becoming used to having his cock inside her. Not having made up her mind what to tell her mother, she decided to leave the phone call for another day.

Wednesday was market day and David wanted to see if there were any pigs that he fancied. Weather still wet and windy. "I suggest we go early and get a pair of wellies that fit you Liz and a warmer coat, one that is suitable for the weather here and not for a fashion show."

It was again only 5.30 a.m. Elizabeth, still sore from her beatings and from the exertions of the previous two days, didn’t want to move, let alone get up and go to a farmer’s market. "You’re not really suggesting I go to a bloody cattle market and buy pigs are you?" Her voice was bitter and full of resentment. She was still tired and didn’t want to get up at this early hour. Besides that she could hear rain battering the window. "I’m tired of being your slave. Go on your own and leave me to rest in peace. I don’t want to go to a market where there are other uncouth men. You just want to show off your new whore."

For some moments there was silence. "Is he going to spank me again?" she thought. "Have I gone too far? Surely he won’t force me to go to the market?" In her heart though she knew he would - and she was right.

When David spoke his voice was low and menacing. "Did I just hear you ask for the rest of your punishment with the crop? Or perhaps just a portion of it, say another four strokes?"

"No, no David, please no. I can’t take any more. But please don’t take me where there are other people when I can’t dress properly. I’d be so embarrassed."

"Okay, four more strokes tonight when we get back. Being embarrassed is the least of your worries. While you’re here you’ll do what I say or suffer the consequences. I am certainly not asking you to do anything unreasonable. I’d give you the thrashing now except you wouldn’t walk too well afterwards and that might be really embarrassing for both of us."

"If I behave myself will you let me off?"

"I doubt it," David replied, "If I let you off this time, then you will expect me to again. No, I’ll keep my word."

"Bastard." It was followed by another yelp as David’s hand slapped her arse yet again.

"Enough of this nonsense. Time for my morning fuck and then we’ll get dressed." Reluctantly Elizabeth opened her legs and allowed him to enter. David was too annoyed with her to bother giving her pleasure. He rammed away until he came and then climbed further along her body. Holding his sticky prick close to her mouth, he ordered her to suck him clean. Elizabeth closed her mouth tightly until the nipple of her right breast was painfully squeezed between a strong finger in thumb. As she cried out so David’s cock went in. Her first thought was to bite but she knew that would result in even more punishment. She tried to pull back but with her head on the pillow it wasn’t possible.

"I’ll just leave it there and do nothing," she thought to herself but David had other ideas. Rubbing it first on her tongue and then the roof of her mouth, he removed most of the stickiness and then commanded her to suck. Her left nipple suffered when she hesitated. Elizabeth sucked, not with any great power but enough to satisfy David.

"Haven’t you given anyone a blowjob before?"

"No, my other boyfriends have treated me with respect but they weren’t common farm workers."

"Well while your living as a common farm worker’s slut, you’ll have to learn to like it! Now get ready. We’ll have breakfast before we go and its time you did some cooking."

Anger seethed within her but Elizabeth kept it in check. Her arse was sore enough and if she behaved herself he might forget about the whipping tonight. Perhaps she might be able to escape while he was at the market. Her purse and credit cards were still at Aaron’s so she would have to get them first.

Breakfast over she started to walk to Aaron’s, "I’m just getting my purse," she called back.

"You won’t need it. I’ve money enough for the pigs!"

"But I may want to buy some women’s stuff." David decided to let her go.

Dring again sat on Elizabeth’s lap and she fondled his ears as they drove along the winding country lanes. At least Dring didn’t treat her as an inferior. With the sky now brightening, the forecast of a dry morning seemed to be correct.

The cattle market was at one end of the town with a service lane separated from the main road into town by a couple of fields. Always on a Wednesday there was a good crowd of people most of whom knew each other. All were either bringing animals for sale, buying them or just seeing how the market sales went. It was a get together day not just for humans but their dogs too. Mo and Dring tagged along behind their owner. Elizabeth was introduced as a guest from London who was spending a week on the farm. This was largely accepted albeit with some good humoured if somewhat raucous comments and suggestions as to the work she might be doing. Much of the humour faded when Di Jones asked, "Is she the one that cut Dawn’s face and blacked her eye?" Di had been in the doctor’s when Dawn was there the previous day. Finding he was correct he added, "I hope you are making sure the bitch pays for that!" Di turned and spat on the ground. Dawn was well liked.

"That’s why she is doing Dawn’s work" countered David.

Knowing it would be an hour or so before the pigs sale commenced, David took Lizzie to the shops and bought a pair of wellington boots and then looked for a warm coat. Elizabeth spotted a bright red anorak. It was waterproof and warm but not the subdued colour David would have chosen. "Well I can still wear it when I get back home," Elizabeth argued. In the end they bought it. Dumping her own coat in the Landrover she put on her new bright anorak. Again it caused some snide remarks when they returned to the market but Elizabeth ignored them. At least she was getting some attention. A few other women were around, mostly in the horse section but she definitely stood out.

For a while Elizabeth quietly trailed David as he visited each pen of pigs. She could hardly bear the smell but forced herself, all the while looking for an escape route. As the first lot of pigs came up for auction, David paid less and less attention to her. By the third lot, he was bidding and Elizabeth saw her chance. The main road was two fields away separated from the market by three stone walls. Pallets from a market trader were stacked against the nearest on so it would be easy to get over and then while everyone was engrossed in the bidding, she could make it to the road and into town and get a bus. There was only one problem. Being a townie she hadn’t checked the field was empty. It wasn’t!

Three quarters of the way across she saw it. A bull. A large bull. She stopped. It stopped and stared at her. It stamped its feet. Elizabeth was scared. She didn’t know whether to run or stay still. The bull came towards her. Should she run forwards or back the way she came? The wall forwards was nearer but the bull was closer to that too. Hesitantly she started to trot forward. Almost mimicking her movements the bull came forward too. Elizabeth started running; the bull picked up speed.

Di Jones didn’t keep pigs so he stood outside the beer tent, glass in hand and chatted with some of his cronies. The girl in the bright red anorak caught their attention. What was she doing behind those stalls? For a while she was obscured from view by a parked horse box then they spotted her again walking along the foot of the wall until she again was hidden by a couple of parked lorries. She appeared a few seconds later, looked around rather furtively and then climbed on the pallets and was over the wall.

"Get Davy quick!" Di spoke to a younger lad beside him. As one the others moved to the wall and peered over.

Elizabeth heard some shouting but couldn’t make out the words. In any case some were in the Welsh language. By now she was shaking with fear. The bull was coming at her with increasing speed. She would never reach the wall. Should she stop and try to dodge the beast? Well she couldn’t run much further anyway. If only her heart would stop thumping and her sore arse muscles didn’t help.

Woof! Woof! Mo and Dring dashed between her and the bull. Bravely they nipped and snapped at the bull’s flying ankles. It hesitated. Elizabeth started back towards the market but the bull had other ideas and was now increasingly annoyed at the dogs. He lowered his head and charged at them. They jumped out of the way. Sliding to a halt he turned and focused his attention on the red anorak now running. Again he charged, the dogs still barking and nipping. Only at the last moment did their sharp teeth have the desired effect and yards short of Elizabeth he bellowed and suddenly turned on Dring. Although he was quick, the brave dog was unable to avoid the tip of one horn catching his under belly and tossing him high in the air. He landed with an ominous thud and didn’t move. Four more dogs and men appeared and the snorting bull eventually retreated to the far corner of the field.

Crying bitterly, Elizabeth went to Dring. His eyes were closed. David arrived a second or two later and gently picked up his dog. His eyes too were filled with tears. Blood streamed from Dring’s stomach. Dring hardly moved except briefly to open one eye. All cattle markets had a vet on duty, today it was Roger Hargreaves. Having seen the action, he was ready when David arrived. His examination was quick but thorough.

"I’m sorry, David, there isn’t much hope. There are many broken bones and I can only guess what injuries there are to his internal organs. The only kind thing to do is for me to end his suffering."

"Oh, no, Dawn will kill me."

Elizabeth blanched when she heard this. Dring belonged to Dawn. That would increase her hatred to her. Still sobbing she again and again said how sorry she was but David roughly told her to shut up, while he considered his decision. In his heart though, he knew there could be only one choice although he would rather have had Dawn make it.

"Is there really nothing you can do, Roger?"

"Sorry, David, even if he was in my surgery I doubt if I could do anything for him. Out here in the caravan, there is no chance." However, in the end David was spared the decision. Dring died on the table. "All I can say David, is he was a very brave dog." Turning to Elizabeth he went on, "Had it not been for him, you could have been in a similar state on the mortuary table. Remember that when you get home. That bull has one of the fieriest tempers of any bull I know. I don’t go near it unless it is well fastened down. However, it is a good stud, which is why he is still alive."

The vet and David wrapped Dring in a plastic sheet and took him to the Landrover. All the locals they passed gave David their commiseration’s but gave Elizabeth very short shrift. To farmers, the loss of the dog was of more concern than the loss of the townie woman would have been. Several made that very clear to her.

Before setting off, David in a voice low with emotion, said "Lizzie, I guess you know what to expect if you come home with me. I’m going for a piss. If you’re still around when I come back I will take it as now you agree to pay back some of the guilt for the loss of Dring. If though you are not brave enough for that, then walk along the road to the shops and continue on to the bus station. I’ll know if you’re not here which choice you have made."

Elizabeth decided she needed to pee too so went to the Ladies which was a separate building from the Gents. As usual there was a queue and even though she hurried, David was not in sight when she came out.

"I knew the bitch would disappear," muttered David as he started the engine of the Landrover. Di Jones stopped him at the entrance to the car park. "You’re not taking the snooty red coat back with yer then?" Di was always after the latest bit of gossip. He went on to give his opinion of the woman and eventually as David wanted to pull away, suggested that it was good riddens to bad rubbish. Both men were astonished to see Elizabeth, still with tears running down her face, running towards them waving her arms to catch their attention. David drove to her and she jumped in. Neither spoke for the whole journey home.

Chapter 5. Retribution

Donald Reagan had been a reporter for the Mid Wales Farmers Weekly for many years and always covered the dealings done at the various cattle markets in the area. Usually they resulted in a few column centimetres of text in the paper giving the main details of prices paid. Occasionally the paper would use a photograph of a particularly fine animal or one that made a high price so he always carried a camera even if it wasn’t used too often. Today though would be different. He had a story that would make the parent paper, The Mid Wales Gazette that would be sent out that evening. For once he was on the scene at the right time and with the right equipment. He photographically captured the two dogs holding the bull at bay. He captured the fright on Elizabeth’s face. He captured Dring as he hung on the bull’s horn. All the terrible details were on film. Di Jones supplied the ‘facts’ so he was able to piece together a very readable if not too factual story to go with the pictures.

It didn’t take long for his editor to find out Elizabeth’s surname was DeCoult and to learn she came from a well-known family in London. He wired the story through to their sister paper the North London Gazette. Both papers printed it in their evening editions.

*****

Heavy rain had arrived by the time the pair arrived home. They were still not speaking. Elizabeth tried saying sorry several times but David ignored her. Even Mo was depressed and slunk down by the stove. Dring’s body was placed in an outhouse to await Dawn’s decision on where to bury it. David filled the kettle.

"Bang, bang, bang." The iron doorknocker resounded through the kitchen. Two hikers stood at the door. David, still in a bad mood, said, "The right of way is over there and Llan...."

"We know where we are," the woman said, "We’ve just come over the hill there and found one of your lambs has its foot in a baked beans can and cannot get it out. We tried but the lid is biting into its leg. It's bleeding quite a lot. Is it one of yours?"

"That’s all I need," muttered David, louder he said, "Yes, thanks for telling me. Where exactly is it." They told him as near as they could. He thanked them and apologised for not being able to offer them tea but he knew he had to get to the lamb quickly and he would have to take the bitch with him otherwise who knows what she might do.

"Get your coat on again. This weather will test its waterproofness." Elizabeth had heard the story and knew why they had to go immediately. Mo was reluctant to move but a gentle tap from David’s boot got him moving. Even so he didn’t run with his usual vigour and definitely missed his mate. It took them half an hour of hard walking to reach the lamb. Seeing he couldn’t do anything in the field, David shouldered the frightened lamb and they made their way back to the house.

Outside stood a BBC TV van. Seeing them approach the cameraman lowered the window and started filming. Glynis Mehan, a presenter they recognised from her appearances on the news programs, jumped out and asked about the bull story. "Come in the dry. I must deal with this lamb first." To the cameraman he said, "This is what you should be filming. The perils of tourists leaving litter."

"Get the blanket from the workroom, Lizzie and spread it on the kitchen table." Elizabeth did so. "Now get a tin opener. Okay now hold the lamb still while I cut the lid off."

Rainwater dripping from her hair somewhat disguised the tears running down her cheeks as she tried to hold the lamb still. Although small the animal proved quite strong and it took all Elizabeth’s strength to hold it. David removed the remains of the tin lid. It was a delicate operation, as he had to allow the opener to move round the tin, without the tin moving. Quite the opposite to the normal operation. Fortunately the cut went very obliquely into the foot so although it was over an inch long, it didn’t penetrate far below the skin. It left a U-shaped flap of skin that David was able to bandage back.

Dawn and Aaron entered while he performed the bandaging. They had seen the TV van on their return from a day out at Aberystwyth. It was only when Glynis started to question them about the bull they learned of the death of Dring. Dawn went pale and then burst into tears. "No! No!" she cried, "He can’t be dead!" Aaron held her tightly, knowing full well that if he didn’t she might do something to Elizabeth that would be caught by the camera and broadcast. Even so and with a lot of editing, it made a very emotional five minutes spot on national news.

Once the TV crew had left and the lamb put in a pen in the barn, they all sat down. David had to relate the full story. Anger, full livid anger filled Dawn’s mind. She had raised Dring from a puppy, trained him, loved him and now because of this stupid girl’s foolishness, he was dead. She should have died. The world would not have mourned her. Grief, sorrow and hatred all combined as she flew into a verbal assault on Elizabeth. Again, it was only Aaron holding her that prevented a physical attack on Elizabeth.

When able to get a word in, Elizabeth spoke quietly but with great feeling in her voice. "Dawn, I cannot tell you how much I wish I could turn back the clock. I too liked Dring and would not for the world have done him any harm. You might not believe that but its true. I have no idea when I started across that field there would be any danger. Dring saved my life I know, and in many ways I wish he hadn’t. So many at the market told me the dog was worth far more that I am. Again, perhaps they are right. Davy gave me a choice when he left the market. Either I could get the bus home or come back here and take my punishment. It was to be a further eight strokes of the riding crop. Perhaps I deserve more for what happened but I don’t know if I could take more but Dawn. If Davy agrees, perhaps you should carry out the punishment instead of him."

Aaron stepped in. "Elizabeth, do you know what you are asking. With Dawn as upset as she is, she wouldn’t spare you."

"No, I wouldn’t spare her. She deserves all she gets. After all Dring gave his life. She is only going to get a few stripes that will disappear in a week or two. After what she did to me, and you can all still see the results of that, now getting Dring killed I would love to paste her hide. Will you let me do it David?"

"Dawn, I really don’t think you are in a fit state of mind to punish anyone. You just want to take out your vengeance on her. If you are to do it, wait until the morning."

"No!" Elizabeth spoke sharply, "Which ever of you is to do it, do it now. Get it over with. I know Dawn is out for my blood but," and she said this hesitantly, "the offer is still open." Davy reluctantly nodded his agreement.

"It’s okay Davy, you can get your cock away afterwards if you wish. And I will try and calm myself and not inflict any permanent damage although I don’t really see why she shouldn’t have a few scars as a reminder for the rest of her life."

"Go to the bedroom, and undress ready for me," Dawn ordered. She gave her a few minutes and then, crop in hand, entered the bedroom. Elizabeth was shaking. Now that reality had come she didn’t know if she could go through with it. She had only half undressed.

For a second time that week, the chair was placed under the doorknob. "Get undressed," Dawn ordered in a calmer voice that she used for her earlier arguments. "Were you tied down last time?" Elizabeth nodded. "Then I had better do the same. Get into position." Seeing her arse still showed the earlier stripes overlaid with reddening from spankings, Dawn remarked, "Lizzie, it does seem as if it takes a lot for you to learn. Perhaps this will help. One thing that really is in your favour is you came back and didn’t run away. I think that surprised everyone. It took a lot of courage. This won’t you’ll have to take the thrashing and you now have no choice." With those words she viciously brought the crop down. It left a very vivid stripe and brought forth a tremendous cry. Without a pause Dawn struck again and then again. There was no nicety of trying for parallel stripes. Dawn just brought the crop down on any part of the rump that seemed available. Some strokes crossed and raised blisters. Dawn didn’t care, the girl would have to take them. Vaguely she heard the phone ring.

"Hello Mrs DeCoult.... Yes Elizabeth is here but she won’t be available for a while. Oh they broadcast the interview in London. Yes, that is your daughter screaming. Well if you saw the broadcast you might understand why. I will get her to call you later or more likely in the morning. You’ll send for the police? I don’t think that would be a good idea after the way you have tried to trick Aaron. Your daughter may be a little sore but you could end up in jail."

"That’s the eight you expected," Dawn stated, "but I gather they were only for misbehavior and four were for before you went to the market."

"Dawn, please, please, I beg you, no more. I’ve learned my lesson. I really have."

"Have you? We’ll see." She emphasised the point with a ninth stroke. "Why did you come here? We know it was to get at Aaron’s money. Did you expect him to marry you? And then for you to clean up with a divorce or what?"

No answer. Whap! No answer. Whap!

"Alright, no more please. I’ll tell you."

"I want the whole truth this time Lizzie." Lizzie told of the plan. How her father was nearly bankrupt and only if Aaron and his father’s company invested in his firm would he be saved from liquidation. They thought if I could marry Aaron, he wouldn’t sell to Savron’s who would then put us out of business."

Whap! "It’s the truth. Please believe me. No more please Dawn."

"I just gave you the last one to make it unlucky 13." Elizabeth just lay sobbing and still screaming with the pain, when the ties were removed. She tried to touch her arse but didn’t dare. In her mind she just knew it was a bloody mess. In reality, it was a large very painful area but only where two cuts crossed was there any blood.

A knock on the bedroom door, "Is everything okay in there?"

"Yes, we’ll be out in a minute." For the first time Dawn looked and the girl with some pity. She looked at the state of her arse and wondered what possessed her to beat another like that. It wasn’t like her to be cruel. Perhaps Elizabeth deserved punishing but she really had gone too far. "Lizzie, lie there for a while until the fire goes down a bit and then I’ll help you to the bathroom and we’ll see if we can soothe it more. I am sorry I hit you so hard but the loss of a dog is almost more unbearable than the loss of a relative. A dog is a constant companion, a relative is someone you see on occasions. I know you didn’t intend Dring to die but he did. Thrashing you hasn’t brought him back or eased my pain." Dawn broke down too and sobbed.

Ten minutes later, the sobbing pair emerged holding each other and headed for the bathroom. Aaron and David saw the state of Elizabeth’s rear and wondered how she took such a beating without passing out. "She must be tougher than I thought," Aaron remarked.

Dawn had Elizabeth bend over and hold the sides of the bath while she applied cold wet towels. She didn’t dare touch the flesh to apply cream. From the medicine cabinet she opened a box of analgesic tablets David had prescribed to kill the pain after a fall had cracked a couple of ribs. They helped but it was fully half an hour before she felt Elizabeth was able to walk into the room. "Shall I get a dressing gown for you, Lizzie?" she asked. Elizabeth nodded.

Later, when they had eaten or picked at some food, Dawn told them the reason why Elizabeth was here. Aaron laughed. "The ruse was too late. Had your father kept up with developments he would have known I sold all my shares to Savron’s for a very good price several days before we left. The offer they made for father’s was less because once they had mine they had a controlling interest but still the offer for his shares was a good one and I expect he has sold by now. If what Elizabeth says is true, your family could be bankrupt by now or at least in the very near future. Sorry I didn’t know they were that insolvent."

"Your father phoned while you and Dawn were in the bedroom," David announced, "They’ve seen the broadcast of the event and heard your screaming so they sortta know how things are here so we don’t have to worry about keeping secrets from them. You have to phone them Lizzie either now or in the morning."

Dawn and Aaron left soon after. David lifted Elizabeth’s dressing gown to see just how bad the thrashing had been. As he suspected it was worse than he would have given her. Lizzie thought he wanted to fuck her and began to plead that she wouldn’t be able to take it for a while.

"Lizzie, I can see that but while that hole is out of action, we’ll have to concentrate on a blow jobs." A groan escaped Elizabeth’s lips. "I hope that wasn’t a sign of refusal because you know what that means." Elizabeth nodded.

It was a very restless night for both of them. Elizabeth couldn’t find a spot to get comfort from the pain and kept seeing Dring on the bull’s horns. David also grieved for the loss of the dog and Lizzie’s moving about didn’t help. In the early hours of the morning he got up and treated her arse again and prescribed another two tablets. The welts were really deep and fiery but she cried out when he tried to apply a cream. Morning came and he had his usual hard on. He showed it to her. She knew what he wanted. She would have to do it. She couldn’t take even a small swat with his hand. An idea came. Why shouldn’t she get some pleasure from it too? She hadn’t done it that way since a girl in college seduced her.

"I’ll do it to you, if you’ll do it to me but you'll have to be gentle." At first David was puzzled and then realised what she wanted. He lay face up on the bed while she slowly climbed on top of him. Carefully parting her thighs he kissed her cunt and started to tongue the opening. Elizabeth for her part held his cock for a while and just massaged the shaft before putting her mouth over the head. Gradually as David’s ministrations built her towards a climax, so she allowed the cock deeper into her mouth. After having tasted his sperm the previous day and deciding any humiliation was preferable to a spanking, she kept working on it knowing he was about to come. It did and she swallowed. David was still working on her so she left it there until her climax came and she shuddered with release.

David brought the lamb into the kitchen, made up a bottle of special milk and gave it to Lizzie to feed. She would have liked to cuddle it on her lap but had to be content to stand by the table and hold it close. Sitting was still a no-no.

Dawn and Aaron came by. Dawn was obviously sad and her face fell further when she saw the pain Elizabeth was in as she fed the lamb. Guilt overwhelmed her. "Oh, Liz, I am so sorry. I really got carried away. Have you put anything on it?" Finding she couldn’t take cream she offered to use some lotion she had. Elizabeth lay on the bed. She was getting used to showing her arse.

"Oh my God, Liz. I can’t believe I did this to you. I’m sorry."

"I guess I deserved it after what I did."

Dawn very gently applied the lotion. It felt cool and cold. Dawn noticed the swollen labia. Surely David hadn’t forced fucked her this morning? "Is David behaving himself?" she enquired.

Elizabeth knew why she asked. "Very well. Very well indeed!" Elizabeth replied leaving Dawn to wonder exactly what she meant.

"Lay there and let it soak in. I’ve got to decide on a plot for Dring’s burial.

The ‘funeral’ was a sombre affair, which brought more tears from both Dawn and Elizabeth. Afterwards life had to go on and there are always things that must be attended to on a farm. Knowing Lizzie wouldn’t be of any help except for feeding the lamb, Dawn helped her brother. Aaron pottered in his cottage for a while and then came and stayed with Elizabeth.

"Have you phoned home yet? My parents are furious."

"I keep putting it off but. I’ll do it now. You might as well stay and hear it. There’s an extension in the bedroom."

Her parents too were furious. To put it mildly. The receivers had been called in and as they had used the house as collateral for the business it would have to be sold as would all their possessions. They of course blamed her and even suggested she had done it deliberately because her things were not included in the business and she would be able to keep them. However, neither she nor they would have a home in a few weeks.

"What will I do?" she tearfully asked Aaron. "I don’t have a job, no money to speak of and no place to go."

The decided to discus the matter with Dawn and David that evening.

*****

Aaron started with an announcement. "Dawn and I went into town this afternoon and I bought her an engagement ring. She has agreed to marry me. Although I am no longer a junior partner in my father’s firm, I earned enough from the stocks I sold and can get enough other work to keep her. We will live in my cottage." Dawn showed the ring on her finger. It was neat but not glitzy. Nor was it expensive but it was one of the best the country town jeweller's had in stock.

Lizzie was more of a problem. David agreed to let her stay on until she was fit enough to go back to London. He didn’t mention she would have to be his ‘wife’ until then but they all knew it was implied. After that she would be on her own. She would have to fend for herself.

Aaron extended his stay until Elizabeth was able to sit without too much discomfort and took her back to London. Her parents were still in the house but had been given notice to quit in two weeks. They gave her a very stormy reception and just wouldn’t agree she couldn’t have prevented it or that Aaron had sold out before she went away with him. Two days later she went to Aaron and asked if she could stay at his house until she found somewhere. Much to his parent’s disgust, he agreed to her having the spare room.

A week later as Aaron was deciding to move his stuff to Wales she asked if he would take her too.

"Do you know what you are asking? I don’t think Dawn will want you in with us and do you think David will want you except for one thing. Sex. Will that be enough. You were a bit of a liability on the farm."

"Aaron, I think I will have to take that risk. Please don’t mention it when you talk to Dawn. I want don’t want Davy to think about it. Then he won’t weigh up all the bad things about me. Perhaps he will accept me as I am now."

*****

Dawn was at Aaron’s when they arrived. She was astounded at Elizabeth’s arrival but quietened when was told of Lizzie’s plan.

David was on the high moor. The day was dull, grey but dry. Mo still followed him but still missed his companion and it was more difficult to work sheep with only one dog. David too missed his companion but for different reasons. She might have been a pain in the butt but he missed her, not just for the sex but just having her around. Now Dawn had moved out, the house seemed lonely. He’d have to find another girl friend soon. Immediately on opening the backdoor he knew something was strange. Mo immediately rushed to the bedroom and barked. On the stove a hot stew was gently cooking (Dawn had helped with that), and places were laid for two. David followed Mo. Lizzie lay on the bed, naked and with legs spread invitingly.

*****

Nearly a year later, both couples were married on the same day at the same ceremony in the local church. Elizabeth slowly became used to farm life and farm ways although not without some traumatic days but none that came close to the bull day as it became known. Both girls bought border collie puppies from the same litter and trained them together. It was these training sessions that finally convinced Elizabeth to give up all thoughts of returning to London. They also brought the girls into close contact with each other and they grew to be friends.

Finis