Chapter 4. Rebelliousness gets punished
Mary sat uneasily on the seat of the Landrover as it sped northwards along the
M1, her backside still tender from the spanking it received the previous
evening. She knew she shouldn't have tried to change her mind and stay at
Stockman's House. Nor should she have let her temper get the better of her and
thrown a tantrum when he refused to allow it. Still it was only a spanking and
he didn't use the belt. Even so, it was painful. His hand was hard and the
spanking prolonged because of her struggles. Glancing at Michael's forehead and
at the Elastoplast fastened there, she half dozed to the buzz of the traffic
noise as it blurred by and recalled the events that led to her getting her first
real hiding from him.
"Mike, I'm not going with you tomorrow," Mary stated somewhat forcibly. "I've
thought it over and decided it would be better for me to stay here and earn
enough money to make my own way to Carlisle and meanwhile write and find out her
situation. I am certainly capable of staying here on my own and looking after
myself. I changed my mind. I won't wreck the place or damage any of your
precious computers."
"Well you can change it back again, young lady. You agreed to go last night and
go you will." Michael spoke the words in his normal quiet way which Mary
mistakenly took as a sign he might give in.
"No, I won't. You can't make me!" Mary yelled, the pent up frustrations of being
his slave in all but name for the last week coming to the fore. "I don't want to
end up staying with that whore of yours, or with the birching bitch. I only do
it here because I'm forced to."
"You are coming with me, Mary and that's final." Still no hint of anger in his
voice. Mary hurled the nearest book to hand at him. Michael failed to duck in
time. The corner of the book, a heavy paperback text book, caught his forehead
and gouged quite a deep groove in the skin about two inches long. It bled
profusely.
Mary, her temper immediately vanishing, apologised and got a damp cloth the try
and staunch the blood flow. "Sorry Michael," Mary kept repeating, "I didn't
intend to hit you. Michael made no reply which Mary found ominous. Half an hour
later when the blood flow had more or less stopped, Mary put a large plaster
over the wound. Michael went to the bathroom, removed his blood stained shirt
and returned wearing a bathrobe and carrying two towels.
"Come here Mary," he ordered. She backed away but not quickly enough. His hand
grabbed hers and pulled her to him. Despite still being a little dizzy from the
blow, Michael quickly overpowered her and in short order she found herself laid
along the sofa with her body bent at the waist over the arm and her wrists bound
with the towels to each leg.
"No Mike, please don't hit me. I haven't recovered from Mum's bloody belting.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I've said that so many times and I mean it." Her repeated
pleas went unheeded. Michael slid himself on the sofa so she lay with her thighs
over his lap. While his left hand constrained her legs, the right would provide
the pain. It also pulled the shirt of his she was wearing, up over her back,
baring her bum.
"Be quiet Mary." The words were given with the same quiet forcefulness he always
used with her, "Be quiet and listen, you will have chance to scream later." He
paused while Mary did indeed quieten herself. "I believe your mother gave me the
belt for just such an occasion as this, however I am not going to use it this
time. I can see your arse is still brightly coloured from her use, but don't
think you are going to get away lightly. I think you will find that my hand is
quite a painful instrument and I shall use it until I think you have been
punished sufficiently to make up for your disobedience, the pain you have caused
me, the ruined shirt and the damage to the expensive text book that still lies
on the floor with its back broken. You must learn I will not tolerate this sort
of behaviour and temper tantrums such as this will always earn you a good
hiding. I had thought we beginning to live together fairly amicably but I guess
I was wrong."
"Please Mike, please.......OOOOWCH!!" The palm of the strong right hand
connected with her arse and silenced her pleas for a few moments. Thereafter
there came a steady succession of SLAAAPP!! SLAAAPP!! SLAAAPP!! SLAAAPP!!
SLAAAPP!! SLAAAPP!! sounds interspersed with yells, screams and cries from the
recipient. After about fifty smacks Michael tired and he also realised any more
would have little effect. Mary just lay there sobbing. She could not only feel
the pain but his erection prodding her stomach. Her squirming had an undesirable
effect as far as she was concerned.
Michael just held her still for several minutes until his head cleared. The
spanking movements had made it throb again but he wasn't about to let that deter
him. Feeling between her legs he noticed her juices had started to flow but her
cunt was still a little dry. "Get up on your knees Mary."
"No, please no. You surely don't intend to?...... After such a hard spanking?"
"Any time, any place, any way. That was the terms I took you in on. Now get that
arse up unless you want another dose." Mary lifted her hips but he had to help
her into position. Opening her legs as wide as the sofa allowed, Michael tongued
her slit until her juices flowed properly. Carefully he inserted his cock and
thrust slowly in before starting a gentle to and from motion. Mary winced every
time his cocked bottomed in her cunt and his loins hit her tender buttocks but
this only went on for about a dozen strokes. Worse, for her, was to come.
Seeing his cock was slick with his and her juices, Michael decided this was the
time to try anal sex with her. She was more or less helpless, tied by her wrists
to the sofa legs. Her arse was high and held in position by his body. He tongued
and then poked his cock at her brown entrance. "NNNOOOO!!" Mary screamed.
"Relax your muscles. It will go in easier." Michael replied.
"Nnnooo!! You'll split me."
"Calm down. No it won't. Relax." Michael pushed his prick steadily at her moist
puckered hole. After a few moments the head started to enter and a short while
later it was fully in. Thereafter, with the head past her sphincter muscles, his
cock slid in much easier. Not that Mary did not still find it a painful and
humiliating experience. Again Michael took his time shafting her slowly and
deliberately until lust took over and his thrusts became more forceful.
Inevitably he ejaculated forcefully into her bowels.
*****
"Service station one mile. I think we'll stop there for a pee break and lunch."
Michael's voice roused her but she didn't acknowledge him. She had been like
that ever since her spanking and anal rape. Only speaking when absolutely
required to do so and then with monosyllabic words. Mary went into the Ladies
and had to queue for a few minutes before a stall was free. Gingerly she sat
down and wondered if she should try and make her escape from there. In the end
she decided it would be better to wait until she arrived at her sister's. At
least he seemed to be keeping his word over that. She just hoped and prayed she
could stay with her but she had a gut feeling that something would go wrong like
everything else these last few days. Unfortunately for her, she was right.
They checked into a Travellodge on the outskirts of Carlisle about 4 p.m. and
bought a local map. Mary now had this spread on her lap as she tried to navigate
them to her sister's address. It turned out to be an old Victorian house
converted into flats.
"We'll have time for a quick bite to eat and then get away," Chris said to Ray
her partner. "We should get to your parents in Lincoln by 8.30 if the traffic
isn't too bad."
"I'll put the put the bags in the car while you make the tea," Ray replied "And
we'll get away as soon as we can. Never know what the weather is going to do at
this time of year especially over the Pennines."
"Ding dong! Ding dong!" "Damn, hope that's not visitors to delay us. You
expecting anyone, Chris?"
"No. Our usual friends know we're going away." Chris opened the door. "Mary? Oh
my god. Ray it's my sister." Tears were streaming from both girls eyes as they
hugged and kissed. "Come on in. Mary, this is my boyfriend Ray. You only just
caught us in," she explained as Mary eyed to suitcases. "We're invited to spend
Christmas at Ray's parents place. Who's your friend? What are you doing up here?
How have you managed to leave home?" Mary introduced Michael without making any
references to their relationship other than their mother and father had made her
leave home and become a housekeeper for him.
Over tea Mary knew she couldn't ask her sister to allow her to stay. Chris
seemed so excited at the prospect of meeting Ray's parents for the first time,
so she just said they were going to spend Christmas with a friend of Michael's
near Loch Lomond. After only an hour together, they parted again tearfully.
Throughout the meal Chris and Mary talked of old times and how each other had
faired during the intervening years but Mary never gave away her true
relationship with Michael.
"When are you travelling back?" enquired Ray.
"Boxing day," replied Michael.
"We will be back lunchtime or around two o'clock on Boxing day too. Why not stop
at the same Travellodge and come over and the girls can have a longer talk. We'd
offer you a bed but there is only one bedroom and this sitting room come kitchen
in these diddy little places. We'll afford something better soon, we hope."
Back in the Landrover, Mary sat and cried. Michael just let her and drove back
to the lodging. Still Mary sobbed although the tears were beginning to dry up.
"Mary," he said soothingly, "I know you are very disappointed and I can
understand that. It was supposed to be a joyous reunion and in a way it was, but
it turned out to be a very short one. We will stop on our way back."
"After you've turned me into a real whore," Mary spat the words.
"Calm yourself Mary." She glanced at him, saw the plaster still on his forehead
and remembered. "Come and have shower and clean yourself up a bit." They
showered together but Mary continued with cold indifference to him. She allowed
him to wash her and reciprocated but her effort was a clinical one, while he
tried to arouse some passion in her albeit without success.
In bed, both naked as usual, Mary lay with her back to him. Michael spoke
gently, "Turn over Mary"
"Is that an order Sir?" Mary asked sullenly.
"Yes, and you know you don't Sir me."
"I suppose you want to fuck, no matter how sore I am?"
"Not for the moment Mary. Neither of us are in the mood at the moment. I just
want you to lie on top of me so I can give you a cuddle." Mary did as requested.
She felt the warmth of his body against hers and the gentle rubbing of his hands
on her back did tend to soothe some of her malice away. Still she wanted hate
him.
After half an hour of just cuddling, Michael kissed her cheek. A gentle but
passionate kiss. "Mary, if you wish, I will try and find a hotel for you near to
Prude's place."
"While you fuck around with her and her friends!"
"Have you another solution? Apart from staying with me?"
Mary shook her head disconsolately. "I thought we could go back to our cottage
but then I wouldn't get to talk with Chrissie again for a long while and now I
have done it once, I really do want to see her again. Doubt if it would be much
fun to stay in this place either so it looks as if I will have to go with you. I
don't really want to be more of a whore than you've made me now."
"Mary I think perhaps you are afraid of what you don't know. Has the sex we've
had together been so bad?"
"The arse fuck was," Mary pointed out bluntly.
"Yes, I agree. I wanted to work up to that more slowly but I couldn't resist
when you were helpless. We will do it again and it will get much easier. I
promise. I am sure you will like it once you're a little more open."
"But I am not sure I want to be more open. It hurt you know. And I don't expect
to stay with you forever and you've said you've no intention of marrying me. Nor
I you, for that matter. So why go to this trouble for a few weeks?"
"Well I think it might be for more than a few weeks, unless your sister can
offer you a job and a place to stay. I do like you. I like you a lot, but I
can't say I love you or want to make you my wife but you could be a great help
to me doing my project. I know you are interested in what I am doing and when
the weather improves we'll be able to get out on the marshes much more. I had
hoped you would become as interested in sex as you know I am but that doesn't
seem so likely. If you come with me to Prude's I will try to protect you as much
as I can but probably you will have to take some part in the events there. You
will be in the middle of a sex party. You will see other men and women naked.
You almost certainly will experience other men inside you. Do you think you
could put up with that? Or do you still want to stay at a hotel nearby?"
"I really don't know Mike. I really don't. I am too confused. Living alone in a
strange hotel doesn't sound great and I have read how lone women in such
situations are preyed on, but to knowingly go to a orgy party that is more than
I can understand too."
"Mary, why not look at it this way? If it doesn't hurt, try it. Maybe you'll
enjoy it and maybe want do it again. If you don't, then avoid it next time."
