Chapter 6. Sarah's story
"I'll go and collect the table decorations from Betsy, shall I Miss?" Sarah
asked her employer. "Betsy said they would be finished by lunchtime and it's 2
o'clock now."
"Yes, thank you Sarah," Prude replied. Turning to Mary she suggested she might
like to go with Sarah. "You'll see a little more of scenery around Loch Lomond
and it's only about eight miles, it's just this side of Tarbet." In reality,
Prude wanted to get Mary out of the way so she could discus with Michael what
they could do with her that evening. Mary wasn't too sure about going with the
rather stony faced woman but was pressured into agreeing.
Away from the house, Sarah was surprisingly cheerful and chatty, her mask as
maid lifted and she became her normal self. At first Sarah only pointed out the
sights to Mary but then asked, "You haven't been to one of these parties before
have you?" When Mary replied "No," she went on, "I thought so and you don't seem
very keen either." Again Mary replied negatively. "And your not one of the rich
set like Michael MacFarlaine either." Again another 'no' from Mary and although
she wondered what Sarah meant by Michael being rich, Sarah had continued with
her questioning before she thought to ask. "How come you and Mr. MacFarlaine are
together then?"
"Michael is using the Stockman's House near us as a base for his Ph.D. studies.
My mother wanted me out of the house so she gave me to Michael as his live in
housekeeper on a month's trial."
"Does live in housekeeper really mean 'lover' cum sex toy?" When Mary just
blushed and didn't answer, Sarah went on, "And includes giving you a good
hiding? I couldn't help but see the state of your arse, Mary."
Mary thinking she ought to try and defend Michael replied, "Well he did give me
a spanking because I cut his forehead by throwing a book at him but that wasn't
as bad as the belting my mother gave me to force me to go to him."
"Well it's good to know you have a bit of fight in you. You may need it
tonight." Sarah paused, "So you are really only a housekeeper like me?"
"Perhaps not quite like you. In the week I lived at Stockman's House, I did cook
and clean but I was almost a wife in my other duties. To be fair Michael didn't
want me there and I didn't want to be but I had nowhere else to go."
"We're nearly there. Betsy's is just down this lane." Betsy was friendly, in her
thirties and spoke with such a broad accent, Mary found very difficult to follow
but she got the gist of the conversation with Sarah though. There were still two
decorations to finish which would take about an hour and they could wait in the
kitchen, help themselves to tea and scones and make themselves at home. Betsy
showed them the finished dried flower and heather arrangements and Mary praised
them highly. Indeed the woman was skilled at her craft.
By now Mary had begun to bond with Sarah enough to ask, "How did you get
involved with these parties and Prude?"
"Oh that's a long story, Mary, or do you prefer Mary Jane?"
"Prude and Michael have decided on Mary Jane. At home they only used both names
when I was in trouble. Use which you are happy with but I prefer plain Mary. But
tell me please how you came into this."
"At first I was in a maid in an Edinburgh hotel. The hours were long and the pay
not very good although in season I made out on tips. It was a low period when I
was asked if I would like a weekend job at a mansion a few miles out of the
city, I took it. I was dressed in a short black dress which showed most of my
legs but as miniskirts were in at the time, that didn't bother me too much. Nor
did it when a few of the men pinched my bum or felt under my skirt when I was
serving them. We got that all the time in the hotel and occasionally even then I
would earn a little extra bedding one of the guests. Everything else at the
table seemed very discreet but I did notice one couple feeling each other under
the table cloth. It was afterwards when the wine and brandy was taking effect
that things became less discreet. Couples began fondling each other and some
went away to find an empty room or a darkish corner. A middle aged man asked me
if I would come to his room for the night, hinting he would make it worth my
while so I agreed. Not long after I was invited to do maid duties at another
party at a hunting lodge. This was more openly sexual and one of the maids got
her arse publicly spanked for breaking a glass. I ended up being screwed twice
and was given a good bonus so I felt quite pleased with the weekend. Of course I
was more attractive then. A bit on the plump side but some men like that."
"You didn't mind them doing things like that to you and then getting paid for
it?" Mary asked
"Lord no. I was always hard up and I earned more in one weekend than I did in a
couple of months at the hotel. And I enjoyed myself too, not just the sex part.
Through one of the guests at the party I got a job with Lord Barracluphe. I knew
before I started the job, he used to organise small orgies and I would be
expected to assist, which I did. Again I enjoyed being there waiting on people
who had money and liked expensive things and gave me expensive presents.
Roderick joined the staff later and we got on well particularly after we had to
play a mock rape scene together at one of the orgies. Later I married him. I
stayed with Lord Barracluphe for over ten years and when he became infirm Rod
and I moved to the Farleigh's place which was further into the highlands near
Braemar. Miss Prudence was only a young girl then and we had to try and keep her
away from what happened on party nights but I am sure we didn't succeed. I
caught her in bed with one of the guests when she was only fourteen. After that
everyone seemed to turn a blind eye to her provided she didn't do it openly in
the hall with the others. That kept up until she was sixteen and on her
sixteenth birthday party she was initiated at a special orgy party. Three years
ago, her father and mother were killed in a car smash and Prudence sold the
place in the Highlands and bought the lodge at Lomond."
"Were you ever spanked at a party?" Mary still had the feeling she would again
have to bare her bottom for chastisement this evening.
"Of course I was. Not just spanked. Caned and given the tawse, that's a Scottish
version of the belt but it is split along part of its length to make it sting
more. That hurts like hell. Even had the birch."
"And you let them do it?"
"Well yes. It was either that or lose the job and I always had a bonus
afterwards. And I didn't get it everytime and when I did there wasn't much I
could do about it. Usually I was held down by several men or strapped down to a
bench or such like. Like the vaulting horse or the frame we put in the hall this
morning."
"I can't understand people beating others for pleasure. I didn't get any
pleasure from the two beatings I had last week and it is still difficult to sit
properly or at least comfortably. I think mummy and daddy may have got off on it
though by the way they rushed to screw afterwards."
"I had noticed how carefully you sat Mary," Sarah laughed and Mary blushed. "But
some people do like it or at least find it stimulates them. Some go too far, men
and women. I remember at one party there was a buxom lady, a Mrs. Rosenby, they
never used her first name and I can't remember it now. She was in her late
forties. I had just started working for Mr. Farleigh so its a good few years
back. She had asked to be given a good birching. Now the birch is a fearsome
instrument especially when used with force. I only had it once and I thought my
skin had been peeled off my arse. This woman though, had read that a prostitute
in seventeen hundred and something had been given three dozen strokes with it so
she asked Mr. Farleigh if he would organise it as a scene for her and not to
take notice of any pleas she made for mercy and afterwards to be available to
any man who wanted to take her. Even though it was said she had taken pretty
severe canings before, she really didn't have any idea of the pain the birch
caused. I'd seen her take a dozen with the cane and I heard that her husband
regularly gave her a good hiding before bedding down for the night but I
wondered if she could actually take that many. My eight was bad enough and they
weren't laid on all that hard."
"I would have thought three dozen would have killed her." Mary grimaced at the
thought.
"No, but she didn't sit for a very long while. She was also pretty broad across
the bum so there was plenty of area for the birch. Anyway they set up this scene
with a mock courtroom. One of the guests was a doctor and he publicly examined
her before they started and then she had to repeat her request for the three
dozen strokes without let up before every one present. Her voice was pretty
shaky when she spoke but it was clear enough, then she went on, "I understand
that after a birching, the women were left strapped down and the bailiff
collected a small fee from any man who wanted to use her afterwards. I likewise
wish to be left strapped down and both my holes made available to all men
present provided they give their fee, which I trust will not be a small one, to
the local cat protection league." Everyone gasped and then was silent. I
remember that well." Sarah paused recalling the scene.
"Go on Sarah. What happened?" Although the whole idea of a birching appalled
Mary, nevertheless the story intrigued her.
"After her statement she was taken out and brought back a few minutes later
dressed in rags and taken to the 'dock' where she was formally accused. She
pleaded, 'Not guilty'. Her husband gave evidence that he'd found his wife in a
back street near their home, being fucked by a rough looking man who gave her a
few coins afterwards and she had called to him "See you again next week sailor?"
The 'sailor' was then brought in and testified he had fucked her regularly for a
shilling a time. "Sometimes I hes ta wait for another to finish though," he
remarked. Mrs. Rosenby was quickly found guilty and sentenced to be birched."
"And the woman had acquiesced to all this?"
"She was shaking, I don't know whether it was fear or excitement now the
punishment was becoming an actuality but she had publicly said no one was to
take any notice of her pleas. She had said she would beg for mercy just like the
woman of old would have done but the punishment should go ahead regardless. They
stripped her torn dress off and strapped and tied her to the whipping bench so
her arse was well up and ready for the birch. I was stood near the front with a
bowl and sponge to wash her bum at intervals and clean away any remains of the
twigs. From where I was I could easily see she was sexually excited and her
cunnie was dripping. In comes the bailiff wearing a hood and a monk's type of
robe to cover his features. I never found out who actually did the whipping.
Three birches stood in a pot to one side, he selected one and swished it in the
air. Drops of brine fell on me. I was that close. The second swish landed
straight across her bum and left a livid series of fine lines. Mrs. Rosenby gave
a small cry and the called out "Oh my God." I think it was then she realised she
had bitten off more than she wanted. By then the second stroke had landed and
her cry was even more piercing. After six strokes the bailiff changed sides,
Mrs. Rosenby was now sobbing. Her bum a mass of fine welts and a few drops of
blood. I knew what her arse must have felt like and yet she had many more to
come. By the twelfth stroke her cries were becoming pathetic. I was ordered to
sponge her rear and could see clearly the welts the birch had produced. The
bailiff changed to a new birch and the second dozen were given. During the
respite I again washed her bum, hardly daring to touch it. I also washed her
face. She pleaded to her husband to stop them giving her any more but when he
was consulted he just said, "She's taken this many, I don't think she will
forgive us if she doesn't have the full amount. The account of the prostitute's
whipping does mention they had to use smelling salts to revive her several
times. So far this modern day one hasn't passed out once."
"My God how cruel a man he was. He must have wanted his wife to really suffer."
Poor Mary was nearly in tears just hearing the story.
"We heard later that the wife had been a bit of a bitch with him over the
previous week so he was sort of getting his own back by doing what she had said
to do. Ignore her pleas. So the birching went on. She did pass out after the
twenty-sixth and was revived. After that the strokes didn't seemed to be so
forceful. When the final one was laid on, Mrs. Rosenby slumped down almost
delirious. I very gently sponged her, more pouring water over the welts rather
than touching them. I too had tears in my eyes. Without being told I gave her
some juice to drink through a straw but she wasn't released until five men had
fucked her, three in her cunnie and two in her bum. Guess the cat league did all
right out of that. Afterwards she was carried in a makeshift stretcher to a
bedroom. Five days later when I happened to go in as a nurse was changing the
dressing on her bum, I saw it was still one big blister. I don't think she ever
came to one of our parties again and soon after divorced her husband."
"You don't take part in the parties now?" asked Mary.
"Not so much. Being a bit older and having lost some of my figure, I am not so
attractive to men. Even the older ones tend to want a younger bit of stuff. I do
get an extra bit of cock now and again. Rod seems to do better. Some women seem
to like to bed the butler." Their conversation was interrupted by Betsy
announcing the table decorations were ready.
Mary was quiet for much of the drive home. He mind roamed over what Sarah had
told her and what she might be expected to do that evening. Would she be beaten
again? Birched by Bella? Caned? Raped? For a while she thought of trying to
escape but where to? She couldn't get out of the car anyway. Suddenly she
remembered Sarah's earlier remark. "Is Michael really rich?" she asked, "He
isn't just a hard up student?"
Sarah glanced across at her. "You didn't know?" When Mary shook her head she
went on, "Well of course I don't know just how wealthy he is but I can say he's
worth more than what you and I and Rod will earn in our lifetimes. That's for
certain. He has a small estate in the Highlands not too far from where the
Farleigh's place was. That's how he first met Miss Prudence."
"No wonder he took offense when my mother foisted me on to him," Mary muttered.
