Ghost of Bledgemoor Hall

Chapter 6. Real life sex

'It was in the winter of 1782 that I, Rebecca Morton, came to work at Bledgemoor Hall being persuaded to do so by one of the maids whom I knew slightly. I didn't then know what the job entailed or that the staff at the hall were paid a half a crown if they introduced a young girl to the masters and a full crown if the girl was a virgin. At fourteen years old I was both. My virginity lasted hardly a day.' Veronica started typing her story. It had taken longer than she anticipated getting the computer up and running. Sparkie was the first obstacle.

"I won't be wiring that floor for another week at least Veronica," he told he when she asked.

"But can't you just run a lead up so that I can plug in a six-way socket?"

"I suppose I could miss, but there are safety issues with loose leads and I've my reputation to consider. Besides Miss Gloria expects me to finish the big room by tomorrow."

"Please, it would only take a few minutes," Veronica pleaded.

"Perhaps if you made it worth my while, I could do it in my lunch hour or better still, after I finish this evening."

"I don't have much money and I haven't been paid for this month yet." Veronica had a feeling she knew what he was after but didn't want to admit it to herself.

"It wasn't your money I was thinking of. You have bodily assets that you could utilise."

Veronica now knew exactly what he wanted and stalled until the following day when she asked again, receiving the same answer. For a while she hesitated but then thought, "Why not? I'm not a virgin and surely he won't be worse than Edward. It might be fun to find out what it is like to have real sex on my own and not through Becky." Out loud she blushingly replied, "Okay but you've got to use a condom and Gloria mustn't know." Although she thought Sparkie would be clean she decided to be cautious and have condom protection against disease. She'd been on the pill long enough now for it to be effective.

Sparkie actually did most of the wiring during the working day. "I need power on that floor now to use my drill to pierce holes through the ceilings below," he informed Gloria before she left on a shopping trip to Leeds and a dental appointment at 4:45. Veronica knew it would be nearly six before she returned. Sparkie fixed a double socket on the landing of the top floor. From there a standard extension lead, went to Veronica's room. For most of the day, to keep out of Sparkie's way, Veronica cleared more of the old carriage house but she left the chest she knew contained Becky's bones undisturbed. "I will give them a proper burial later," she told Becky.

"And if you do, we may lose contact with each other," Becky replied.

"I'll have to find somewhere to hide you then. You should be safe here for a while."

At three o'clock she returned to the house to make tea for the workers. As she handed Sparkie his mug he whispered, "Only got to put a fuse in the main box and you'll have power, at least you will when you've paid for the supply. Be in your room at 4:30." Most of the workers left about that time, to get back to town and their homes before five. Only a few stayed on to complete work started. Sparkie had done so for several days in a row and being single and his own boss had even worked once at a weekend. No one would be suspicious if he worked late that day.

"How you've changed me Becky," she remarked as she fidgeted on the edge of the bed awaiting Sparkie's arrival, "A few days ago I would never have done this. I would still have been a virgin. Now I sit here waiting for a man I hardly know to come and fuck me. Will you feel him like I feel it when you have sex?"

"Unfortunately no. I shall see it but not feel it. At least I don't feel anything when you and Gloria do it. I'm not inside you, just an outsider looking in." Becky sounded sad but they had no time for further conversation before Sparkie entered.

If Veronica expected to just drop her trousers and open her legs for a quick bang-bang, she was soon disillusioned. "We've got a good hour and a half Vera..."

"Ronnie, not Vera. I hate that name."

"Okay Ronnie, as I was saying we've got a good hour and a half so we've time for a little foreplay. First I'm going to undress you and then you can do the same for me."

"No! That's not part of it." Veronica quickly thought about her bruises. They were fading but still showed clearly.

"Oh yes it is. I want to see and play with those tits of yours and see the body I am fucking. Either you cooperate or I'll have to do it the hard way and I don't think you're strong enough to resist." Again Veronica shook her head, no, but soon found the truth of his words as she found herself pinned to the bed by his knees while his hands pulled the hem of her sweater up and over her head. Despite further struggles she could not prevent his unbuttoning her blouse and this soon followed the sweater on to the nearby chair.

Cursing the front fastening bra Gloria liked her to wear because of the easier access it gave to her charge's breasts, Veronica lost all hope she could keep the marks on her body a secret. "Oh it looks as if you like it rough Ronnie. Is this what you and your lezzie boss get up to? Or have you been having it away with those builders?"

Veronica shook her head, "Noooo! You don't understand! Just do it and get it over with."

"Perhaps it was those two girl decorators?" Sparkie went on, "Marge likes a good fuck. Maybe she's into women too. Sadie is. At least that's what Marge told me." All the while he was talking, Sparkie mauled and suckled Veronica's tits. Gradually she quietened down and allowed him to play with them as he wished. In any case she could feel her cunt was becoming moist and she was almost sorry when his hands left them alone to undo the stud on her jeans. She resigned herself to him seeing the bruises on her bottom and cunt lips.

"It must be that butch dyke Gloria," commented Sparkie when he saw and gently touched them, "Some are quite old. Still a bit tender I guess. That's not stopping me though. Time you undressed me, girl. My cock's ready and waiting to get into your tight little hole."

Reluctantly and with apprehension tinged with a little excitement, Veronica undid Sparkie's belt. Already the jeans were bulging at the front. Trembling she opened his flies and lowered his trousers but his prick was still hidden by his underpants although they were well tented out. "Shoes off first gal," Sparkie ordered, "You can't take trousers off with shoes on!"

Eventually Veronica undressed him till only his pants were left. Before lowering these she mused, "Will he be as big as Peter or Edward or Reggie?" Kneeling she pulled them down and Sparkie's prick stood out at her face. It wasn't quite as large as those she'd seen and felt previously. "What do I do now?" she thought and decided to caress it with her hands as she'd seen Kathryn do. Sparkie however, took the decision away from her.

"Suck it while I find the condom," he demanded grabbing her hair and pulling her face to his crotch. Having experienced pricks far less clean, Veronica opened her mouth and took it in. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him remove a foil packet from his wallet and remove the rubber. The prick withdrew. "Put it on me." Sparkie handed her the condom and assisted her to roll it down his hard shaft.

"How do you want to do it?" she asked.

"On your back, knees up against your ears Ronnie girl. Then you can see and feel it go in."

"This is my first real fuck," thought Veronica now thoroughly aroused as Sparkie rubbed his prick at her entrance and then pushed in. Compared to the rather painful entrances of Peter and Edward made with their pricks, this felt rather nice. Her cunt pleasantly full and she began to respond to his thrusts with counter thrusts of her own until Sparkie's movements slowed and he jerked a few times as he loosed his seed into the rubber teat. Disappointed when he withdrew without satisfying her, and disappointed at not feeling the flood of juice inside her, Veronica used her hand to try and bring herself to a climax. "Perhaps I do need it rougher," she told herself. Out loud she murmured, "Thanks," but Sparkie knew he hadn't performed like he should have.

"I'll be hard enough again to give you a longer one before Gloria comes back," Sparkie told her as he lay down and cuddled her.

Veronica tried unsuccessfully to push him away. "I've paid for the electric now. Go and put it on." Sparkie laughed at her struggles as it gave him further opportunities to handle her body. Eventually he tired of it, turned her face down on the bed and gave her buttocks half a dozen hard bare hand slaps. The pain caused Veronica to squeal but it was nowhere near as bad as the hairbrush Gloria used. She continued to fight.

"So you do like it rough," laughed Sparkie as he leaned over and picked his belt from the floor. "Guess you're more used to something harder than a hand." Before she had understood what Sparkie had done, Veronica felt the leather crash across her already tender arse.

"No! Nooo!!" she screamed. "No! That's hurts too much. Gloria will..." Another scream cut her short as the belt descended again. Before the third stroke she moved and the lash caught the top of her thighs.

"Sorry," Sparkie apologised, "But you need to keep still. Perhaps I should tie you down? Or would you like it across your titties Ronnie?" After further pleading proved fruitless, she agreed to lie still and take three more across the buttocks. The alternative was to be tied and have six with the end of the strap on her mound. Her poor arse blazed with a fiery heat when the strapping was done but her ordeal was not over. Sparkie flipped her on to her back, opened her legs and knelt between them. His prick was hard again and still covered with the condom.

"Surely he isn't going to?" But Sparkie hadn't taken the time to change it. He plunged in and jack hammered into her opening. The spanking had aroused him but more so Veronica and again she wondered if she was a freak that needed pain foreplay before sex. Veronica responded to his thrusts with enthusiasm and soon she climaxed and then again before Sparkie finally shot a second load of semen into the condom teat. Fortunately it held.

Time was running short as Sparkie dressed and left with only a brief kiss and a final suckle of her tits.

"You're really beginning to enjoy this sex business, aren't you Ronnie?" Becky asked when they were alone again.

"Perhaps. That last time was enjoyable except my arse is sore again and moving forward in your time won't help that. At least he didn't make me remove the condom and he wiped himself. He didn't make me suck him clean. Perhaps I should have offered? No, he'd think I really was a slut then wouldn't he Becky?" Veronica replied.

"Maybe so. After a while you get used to it. From what I've seen, they did it more in my time than now. How are you going to explain the whipping to Gloria?"

"Dunno yet. Might just have to say more or less what happened. She can't give Sparkie the sack. He's too good at his job. He might get the rough edge of her tongue though!" She paused. "Becky? You saw how the belting aroused me. Do you...?"

"Ronnie, we both know each other's feelings now. You can ask any questions you want and I won't be embarrassed because I know how you feel. I saw what happened when Sparkie belted you. You got very wet. Was it the same for me? In the days when I had a real body, sometimes a light spanking would get me in the mood but generally a hard one is just more pain. I've seen others though virtually ask for a hiding before being fucked. One was an aristocrat too."