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Ring of Truth Blog 6

by obohobo

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MF MM FF NC. Spanking WS

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

Copyright 2005

Prologue

After finding the Ring of Truth and learning a little of its properties, I, Dr. Derek Meeks, decided to keep a sort of diary, a 'blog' of events surrounding its use in my life. At the same time I added excerpts from the leather book that came with the ring so they would be readily readable. For the time being I am keeping the information in a protected file on my computer and, for reasons that will become obvious to anyone privileged to view them, I do not intend to print them out until I, like the previous owner, decide to put the ring in some safe place. That may not be for many years hence.

Dr. Derek Meeks.

P.S. (Later). I have now decided to anonymously publish an edited version of the blog together with the excerpts from the book on a site I visit frequently and get much pleasure from reading the stories it contains. Names of people (including my own), and places have been changed but otherwise this is an honest account of my experiences with the ring. I have tried to write each blog as a readable narrative and have concentrated on the sexual aspects mainly because I know that it what readers visit this site for and because they brought me the greatest pleasure. I hope it will do the same for you.

Blog 6. Joshua gets a mistress

20th July 2004

Sarah trembled slightly as we walked hand in hand into the kitchen on Sunday morning. Jenny sat at the table looking through the paper and drinking her coffee. She looked up and grinned mischievously when we she saw us. "Oh, has my big brother been a naughty boy and spent the night with his girlfriend? I hope you made him sleep on the couch Sarah," she teased.

"Certainly not Jenny. Did you think I would pass up the chance to cuddle a teddy bear in bed?" I was glad Sarah could respond in kind to Jenny's remark.

"Where's mother?" I mouthed silently in case she was within earshot. I expected her to be getting ready for church at this time.

"They're both in their bedroom," Jenny replied, still smiling. "They came down about half past eight in their dressing gowns and made a pot of tea and some toast then went back to bed again. Mum's bum is still tender. She forgot herself and sat down a bit hard and had to jump up again and rub herself. Sounded as if Dad was doing it again a bit later." Sarah looked a bit puzzled by Jenny's remark but I didn't enlighten her until we were alone. "It's all quiet again now. What you up to today?"

"Going to Sandswick. Would you mind chatting to Sarah while I shave and change?" I suddenly remembered that it was a question. Luckily her honest answer was more or less what she would have given without the ring's influence.

"Sure brother dear. Perhaps I can find out what you got up to last night, as if I can't guess!" They were deep in conversation when I came back into the room but I resisted asking them what it was all about. From Sarah's thoughts it didn't appear she had been told about Friday nights episode but had discussed wedding dresses.

"Jenny asked me if I could make her wedding gown. Would your mother mind if I did?" Sarah asked.

"Probably but I daresay we can handle it. Mother's buying the dress and has been getting anxious that Jenny hasn't found one she liked that was within mother's budget but let's forget mother for the time being and enjoy a day at Sandswick. We can watch them fishing from the pier and the boats coming in to the dock and they have the finest fish and chips in the whole county at Martha's hut."

We spent two very enjoyable days together. Sunday at the seaside town and Monday, which was her day off, by going to Braithwick market where Jenny bought a load of material for dressmaking. "Good job we came by car," she laughed, "I would have only been able to carry half of this stuff if I'd gone by bus."

"And you'd only have spent half the money."

"But I saved on bus fares and had a strong lad to carry things for me."

We arrived at my home about five and I kept hold of Sarah's hand as we walked in. Mother was the only one home and she was bustling about in the kitchen making the meal so there was no avoiding her. She eyed me warily and then looked at Sarah with some disdain. <<"How did he make me tell all those things? Will he make me do it again? In front of her?">> Despite her reservations as to my ability mother still tried to make a snide remark about Sarah. "Was it necessary to bring that shop girl here Derek?"

Before I could reply Sarah answered. "Miriam, I am not my father. I am his daughter. Just because he chucked you doesn't mean you have to take it out on me and in any case it all happened twenty-seven years ago and I'm sure you've done worse things since." For a few moments there was complete silence in the room. Mother's thoughts came through. <<"Did he tell her all about the bridge club or perhaps her father told her of some of the things I did with him after marrying Ray.>> I only told Sarah the barest details of what happened on Friday. Sarah went on, "I came here because Derek invited me to and I came here to talk with Jenny about the design for her wedding dress that I am going to make." For once mother was at a loss for words. Jenny hadn't told her about ordering her dress from Sarah. "Miriam, Derek and I have been together for less than a week but we seem to get on well together. We enjoy each other's company. I like him a lot and I think he likes me too but after one failed marriage I am not going to rush into another one. I'm sure Derek wouldn't wish that either and I'll try and make damned sure I find a person who I can live with for the rest of my life before committing myself again. When we've known each other for six months or a year or more, then we can think about marriage. Certainly I am not going to try and get pregnant and trap him."

Mother went bright red and fled upstairs. When I explained to Sarah about my being conceived before mum and dad married, she was most upset at her unwitting faux pas but once again took charge and went upstairs and into mother's room. They were there for some little time before both came down together and mother put the kettle on. There seemed to be a sort of truce between them. "Would you all like to stay for dinner?" mother asked, "Jenny and father will be in shortly." <<"Dyslexia, she has dyslexia, word blindness,">> came from mother's mind and suddenly I also knew why Sarah had dropped out of school. Dyslexia made reading difficult but would not affect her natural intelligence or her practical ability.

It was this afternoon before I could scan a few more pages of the book. Sarah was at work, the builders had started to move into Jean's and mother was shopping so I had the house to myself.

*****

The New Maid

The accounts I write here give only tiny vignettes of events in my life that the ring helped to bring about. It was largely as a result of my being able to ascertain the thoughts of others that I became very successful in business and in turn became moderately wealthy. I resolved therefore to sell the inn and purchase a house more suited to my status in better area than the docklands. Eventually I found a modest six-bedroom house known as 'Beaumont House' in Poplar a little apart from the village with stables at the rear for my horse. It was still near enough to the West India Docks where I conducted much of my business that I could ride there in less than an hour. A regular stagecoach passed through the village that I could take should the weather be inclement so it was quite ideally suited to me.

The new owner of the inn seemed a friendly enough man and all the younger girls agreed to stay. They could earn far more by selling their bodies than they could in service to me. Only Naomi, the cook, decided she would prefer a quieter life in Poplar. Naomi was a rotund, jovial woman in her late forties and an excellent cook. At the inn I rarely spent the nights with her but in the quietness at 'Beaumont House' we did so more frequently. In many ways I enjoyed having Naomi's voluptuous thighs around me but I also yearned for a younger and leaner girl's body. "You need to look for a wife," Naomi told me candidly after I had fucked her one night and we lay resting. "A wife or a mistress, a girl that could help with the housework during the day and keep you warm and see to your needs at night." I knew she was right in that we did need more domestic help especially if I entertained guests. I'd made-do with a couple of girls from the village on the two occasions when I had visitors but Naomi really needed a more permanent assistant. However I needed to be careful that any girl I hired and also took to my bed, wasn't after my money but again the ring came to me aid.

Elizabeth Canwell was one such girl. We first hired her as a temporary maid for an evening when I had two friends to dinner. She was attractive and agreeable and at some point in the evening, asked Naomi if there might be the chance of a position with me. I agreed to interview her the following weekend. She arrived wearing a low-cut dress and a pleasant smile and several times tried to flirt with me. Before the interview proper though, I asked Naomi to show the girl around the house and explain her duties and when they returned to the parlour I poured each of us a glass of wine. While Elizabeth told of her experience in service I was more interested in Naomi's thoughts. <<"Little hussy. Trying to get into his breeches. She'll try and twist him round her finger and act like the mistress of the house. She'll want to lord it over me in no time at all. Hope he doesn't take her on.">> Elizabeth's own thoughts confirmed much of this and <<"I'll not need to tell him that I got the push from the squire's house for not working hard enough or that the mistress found me in bed with her son. He ain't much to look at but perhaps if I get old Josh here in bed, I can get myself a better position. Seems as if he has enough money to employ more servants and I could have my own maid. Fat old Naomi shouldn't be a problem. He can't fancy her.">>

I agreed to take her on a week's trial. "At the end of the week it will be up to Naomi whether or not we employ you permanently," I told her.

"Thank you sir," she replied. <<"After I've bedded him a couple of times, Naomi's opinion won't count for anything.">> I knew it would! She'd been with me a long while and I valued her down to earth opinion.

On the second night, Elizabeth came to my room and asked if there was anything else that I required. She was a passable fuck but I'd had better from the maids in the inn. I pretended to be delighted with her and her thoughts told me that she believed she was almost mistress of the house already. She played very coy for a couple of days and then came to my bed again where we had an enjoyable fuck but without being it anything special. I had already spoken quietly to Naomi and learned that Elizabeth was quite a lazy girl and had frequently to be chided into doing the work. I wondered if this would give me just cause to chastise her but decided against it for the short period she was with us. When I called the pair together on the last day of the trial week, I asked Naomi if we should employ Elizabeth. The answer was, as I expected, a vehement no, and she gave a full list of reasons why. Elizabeth tried to argue with us but I concurred with Naomi much to the vexation of Elizabeth.

It was only a few days later that I got my maid and the woman who became my mistress. It happened in a most unusual way.

Whilst conducting dealings down at the dockside close by the inn I heard a bit of a commotion but didn't think too much of it at the time. There is always something going on there. Shortly afterwards I saw a lighterman and his boy frantically sculling their small boat to someone floundering in the water. They got there just in time. The person turned out to be a woman and from what I could hear she didn't want to be rescued. She'd jumped from the bridge into the swirling ebb tide. However, the lightermen unceremoniously rolled her into their boat. When they brought her to the quay and helped her up the steps and into the inn, I gave them a shilling for their trouble for I could see the bedraggled woman, not much more than a girl really, was not too unpleasant in her features. The new innkeeper hustled her into the kitchen and Fanny undressed her and then found some dry clothes she could wear. The girl's thoughts were such a jumble of contradictions, vacillating between wanting to be warm and wanting to be left to die in peace that I could determine little about her. Eventually the warmth won but she refused to say anything about herself or the wicked looking and festering birch marks we'd seen across her buttocks or the bruises on her face and breasts. Charles Frederick, the new innkeeper didn't think her a suitable maid for the inn so I decided I would keep the wench. At the time I still had business to conclude at the dock but I waited until the next coach was due and, knowing the driver, paid him to put her off at my house. "When you get there," I told her, "Knock on the back door and when Naomi my housekeeper comes say, 'Master Joshua says to look after me until he gets home.'" In fact the coachman pulled his team up outside my house and blew his horn until Naomi came out and he delivered the girl and the message. She was slumped in the coach and had to be half carried into the house.

When I arrived home late in the afternoon, Naomi and the girl were sitting in the kitchen and the girl had a soft cushion on her chair. She looked much more presentable and had more colour in her cheeks than earlier. I guessed Naomi had spent some time cleaning and feeding her. "This is Beatrice Carter sir," Naomi informed me, "She answers to Beatie but that's all she's told me. In any case I thought it best to leave any questioning till you came home sir and perhaps after we've had our dinner. It's all ready. Shall I serve it here or in the dining room?" Unless we had guests I always ate in the kitchen with Naomi. It was warmer and she would keep a lively conversation even if twas on trivial subjects. That evening she prattled on about Beatie's arrival, what she had done for her and how she'd cleaned and tried to treat the birch marks on her arse. Through it all Beatie remained silent apart from the obligatory please and thank-you's and hardly looked up from her plate. She ate well, seemingly not having eaten for some time. While Naomi was attending to the pudding course, I tried to concentrate on Beatie's thoughts. They were clearer now but still a jumble. <<"Will I be safe here? What will he want as payment for what he has done? I have no money, none at all. They took it all. They'll tell everyone that I am a thief.">> I saw a tear run down her face but she didn't wipe it and didn't look up. <<"It was Ruth who stole that broach. Ruth put it in my apron. Will he want to take me to his bed? Will he beat me if I don't? I suppose I will have to let him like I had to the masters. Will he keep me here? Make me work? I wouldn't mind that. Naomi seems nice. Like Auntie Mabel. Oh my arse still hurts. Rogers really laid that birch on hard and I am innocent. And then what they did after…">> Her reminiscences were interrupted by the arrival of the pudding.

At the end of the meal I suggested Beatie might help with clearing the table and cleaning the dishes which she did without complaint although both Naomi and I could see she was stiff and very tired, probably a reaction to her ordeal. She winced as she stood and put some weight on her feet and limped to the sink. I put a few more logs on the fire in the parlour and waited for the two women to finish cleaning up and to join me. Beatie's thoughts still showed concern for what might happen to her and Naomi's kept wandering to how the girl came to be in the river but she knew better than to ask.

Soon we were settled with Naomi next to me at one side of the fireplace and Beatie across from us so I could look her directly in the face. Deciding to take the bull by the horns I spoke directly. "Beatie, I expect you are wondering what is going to happen to you here. Whether I will let you stay; whether I will wish to take you to my bed; whether I will thrash you and perhaps you are worried about other things too, things that caused you to try and drown yourself." I could tell this was the case although I only received a slight nod by way of acknowledgement. I went on, "I can answer some of those things. Yes, you can stay here, if you wish, at least for the time being, unless you have done something seriously wrong and the constables come for you." She shook her head. "I have been looking for a maid to assist Naomi and she seems to have taken you under her wing already. You will get your board and lodging and a maid's dress to wear and a small wage. Yes, I will wish to take you to my bed. You are an attractive young wench and I am a man who is used to having a woman in bed with him. I will certainly look forward to feeling you alongside me and getting my prick into your cunnie." She blushed at my forthright statement but again only gave a slight nod of her head to affirm she understood. "As to whether you will be thrashed. It is very unlikely you will receive a birching such as you've had recently. I can only recall one girl in my employ having a severe thrashing and she definitely stole a gold watch. That is not to say you won't be punished. Even Naomi gets he arse tanned sometimes." In truth it had been a goodly number of months since I'd bared her bum for the strap but I felt I might need to chastise this woman more for pleasure than punishment. "Now that is as straight and honest answer as I can give you as to your future here. I trust that in turn you will give us a straight and honest account of the circumstances that led to your jumping off the bridge."

Beatrice just hung her head and didn't speak but tears drifted down her face. "You'll have to use your powers sir," Naomi commented. She'd seen me do my supposedly mesmerism trick on a number of occasions. I hadn't wished to use the ring but that now seemed unavoidable. Theatrically I pulled my chair close to Beatie's and looked straight into her eyes. She turned her head but I turned it back again with my hands.

"Look at me Beatrice," I ordered and somewhat reluctantly she obeyed. "Beatrice, I need to know about you and what you have been up to. I need to know in order that I might help you and in order to protect myself from any wrongs you may have done. In a moment when I ask, you will tell me all the details of your life, going back as far as is necessary and in particular I wish to know of the events that led to your jumping from the bridge. You will tell me truthfully even if you are ashamed of the things you have done." I paused. <<"I can't tell him everything. I can miss out some of the things I had to do.">> She closed her eyes but opened them when I ordered. Finally I asked, "Where do you come from? Where have you been working? And what made you decide to take you own life?" Her face had that faraway look that I knew so well when a person was under the ring's influence. "Take your time Beatrice. There is no hurry. The evening is young and your story will help to pass the time."

Beatrice's story

"My father is a farrier who works in the City of Westminster and he services the horses of many of the gentry there. I was brought up in a cottage that adjoined the forge. Father is a big strong man and scrupulously honest but he treats and dominates all women like he does the metal under his hammer. Mother and I obey him completely otherwise we get beaten. Nearly always he uses his hand, only once did I see him use a leather belt on mother and she couldn't walk properly for a week, but his big hand and an arm that is used to wielding a hammer is almost as bad. Our cottage is small, made smaller by the way the forge has taken over the main room so we lived in the kitchen and slept in one room. I had a small bed in one corner and they have a larger one in the other. From an early age I saw him fuck my mother most nights, especially in the summer when it was still light and they did it on top of the bed because of the heat. It was only later when I was in service that I found out that some of the things they did were not considered normal by many people. He frequently used all three of mother's openings. However, never once did he touch me in that way even though he often saw me naked, and I was completely without clothes when he spanked me. Mother was too." Tears streamed down Beatie's face as she visualised both her mother and her being spanked over her father's knee. Through her mental imagery, I could see how badly bruised and beaten was her mothers arse and from the pain she was experiencing, I guessed that Beatie's was in a similar state.

"One morning when I was thirteen, father came into the kitchen and hauled me into the forge and stood me in front of a well dressed man. 'Here she is Sir, good lass, hard working and honest if you don't mind my saying so of my own daughter.' The man looked me over for a minute or so before say, 'She looks a little thin Carter, but I'll give her a try. Send her to the Masquets in Walthamstow tomorrow.' I was horrified partly because I had no idea where Walthamstow was but I guessed it was a long way and I would be leaving the safety of my home. 'That was Sir Cecil Coburn,' my father informed me and you are going into service in his house.' He managed to get me a ride on a cart for about eight miles but I still had to walk a dozen miles or more to the house. It was a splendid place and for the first year I worked there without any problems. I was a tall, skinny girl then with no breasts. I had a few hidings but they were less serious than I had at home and they were mainly because I didn't always understand the instructions I was given and was too shy to ask. The trouble started when I was fifteen and my breasts began to develop and I began to fill out. I knew the master's sons often took the maids to bed and occasionally Sir Cecil did as well when his wife was away. Some of the maids looked forward to it as it usually meant an extra coin or two in their pocket. At that time the eldest son, Richard, came back from a trip abroad and he took a maid to bed every night and in the morning they would tell of what he'd done to them. They were all things my father did with mother like taking her in the back hole but which some of the girls thought disgusting and painful."

My prick was beginning to rise as I could see the images of some of the maids, one showing off her red bottom hole. Beatie didn't seem to notice but continued in a flat tone of voice.

"He'd been back about a month when one evening I almost bumped into him in a passageway. 'Where has a pretty thing like you been hiding then?' he asked and then pulled me to him and kissed me. I pushed him away but he quickly seized me again and said, 'You will come and warm my bed tonight.' When I pleaded that I wasn't one of the maids that did that he dragged me to the butler and ordered him to give me a dozen with the strap for my insolence. I suppose it was part of my father's training that I just accepted it but I didn't go to his room later. I thought the punishment had absolved me from it. Hardly had I got to my bed when two footmen came in. "Sorry Beatie,' one of them said, 'We've to take you to Master Richard.' So they did. I only had my nightshirt on and Master Richard had that off as soon as I was in the room. I was sobbing and pleading with him but he told me to shut up or he would send me to the butler again to get my front strapped. He ravished me hard and tore away my maidenhead while I lay there passively. He swore at me for being a lousy fuck and threatened me with the strap again if I didn't improve. Later in the night he fucked me again and despite the pain I tried to respond but I know he was disgusted with my performance. The chambermaid wasn't pleased either because she'd had to change the sheets and wash my blood off them. A week later he had me again and this time I wasn't as sore and I really did try to please him but still he wasn't thrilled with my efforts."

From her recital I began to wonder if she would be any good in my bed but she went on, "He must have talked about me to his two brothers, James the middle son and Herbert the youngest who was twenty. James had me quite a few times and introduced me to having it in my bottom and mouth. If he rated my service at all, it would have been passable. I didn't mind warming his bed but I didn't really enjoy his company. There seemed to be a pecking order between the brothers that was related to their age. Richard had first choice of the maids but I was very rarely chosen, James had the next pick and for a while I seemed to be his favourite mainly because he wanted to initiate me into having it in various ways and positions. Like my father, he liked variety. It was several months after Richard had taken my virginity that Herbert asked me to warm his bed. Up to then he'd mostly bedded Janet but she became pregnant and disappeared mysteriously from the house. It was soon after that he asked me to take her place. He had me every night for the first week and I grew to like him and at last began to enjoy being fucked by a man. He was more gentle and considerate than the others were and I did my very best to please him. In some ways he took after James because he liked it in a variety of places and ways and I encouraged him. You may wonder that I too did not become pregnant but cook made every girl drink a mug of bitter liquid each morning at breakfast. It was a concoction of herbs to her secret recipe, which usually seemed to work. Why it didn't for my predecessor Janet, I don't know."

Most cooks knew these 'secret' recipes. Naomi did and made the girls at the inn drink a similar liquid each day. Now she deemed herself too old to become with child but I resolved she should start making the drink for Beatie.

"I suppose I must have started to fall in love with Herbert although I knew nothing would come of it especially when he started to court Lady Alice Billington but he still wanted me in his bed most nights. Infrequently another young girl, Ruth, went to his room and it was she that was the cause of my ills. She tried to win Herbert's heart but I was too deeply entrenched and I believed that even when he wed Lady Alice I would be a maid in their house and would service him when required. Ruth though sort out the means to oust me. Somehow she managed to steal a broach from Lady Coburn and secrete it in my apron. Cook discovered it and I was accused of the theft. No matter how hard I pleaded my innocence, no one seemed to believe me, except perhaps Sir Cecil himself and Herbert. The majority agreed I was guilty and should be punished and sent to prison. Sir Cecil stepped in and said they would deal with the matter at the house and it would not go further. He sentenced me to twenty strokes of the birch. I knew it was useless to plead and just let them tie me down naked to the frame they used for the punishments and the butler laid them on real hard. He said he hated thieves. Each time I passed out so they revived me and carried on. My arse was a bloodied mess by the time he had finished but I wasn't released although my wounds were cleaned and dried. That was only to allow Richard and James to fuck me, and James insisted on using my bottom hole, which caused me so much pain that I passed out again. After that I was given a cheap, coarse dress and told to leave and not return. Sir Cecil said he would inform my father of my actions so I knew I daren't go back there. Herbert met me near the gate and gave me a shilling's worth of copper coins so as not to arouse suspicion by my having a silver shilling. He said he didn't believe I stole the broach but there was nothing he could do. I really didn't know what to do or where to go. I'd been unjustly and terribly thrashed and then raped. I wanted to die. I almost did throw myself under a wagon but hadn't the courage to do it."

"I'm glad she didn't, poor thing," whispered Naomi.

That was three days ago. I have no idea where I went and I could only walk with the greatest difficulty so I made slow progress. Without knowing why I headed towards the midday sun. Last night I spent sheltering in a doorway where two dirty old men came upon me and hit me until I gave them the coins I had. It was then that I decided life was no longer worth living and I would find a means to end it. In the morning I came to the river and knowing I could not swim decided to throw myself in. I think you know the rest."

I nodded, appalled at her story. "Do you believe that I did not take the broach?" she asked with a voice filled with emotion now that she had answered my question.

"I certainly do. You cannot lie when I look into your eyes and ask a question," I stated forcibly. Naomi agreed.

I did take her to my bed that night and we fucked gently for her arse was still inflamed and sore. After that she slept with me most nights for thirty-three years although I never married her.