Chapter 3. Retribution
Monday evening, Vernon again summoned Mary to his office and after first
enquiring if she had changed her mind and then about her visit to the clinic.
Mary blushingly and hesitatingly told him that although the pills took a
fortnight to be effective she expected her monthlies at the end of the week so
the nurse said she would be 'safe' for some days following that and by then the
pills should be working.
Vernon then gave her instructions for the trip. "Tomorrow week you will pack a
rucsac with all you would normally take on a walking holiday to the remoter
parts of the country. No need to worry about food, there will be plenty in the
house. You will need boots and wet weather gear. That shouldn't be a problem
because I know you are used to walking. On Wednesday you will catch the 7.35 bus
to Bury and then the 8.30 train to Cambridge. I will pick you up at the station
there at 9.15. If there are any problems phone me on my mobile. He gave her the
number and a small mobile phone of her own to use. "I'm trusting you not to
misuse it Mary, just phone if the bus or train is delayed." Vernon peeled three
£20 notes from a wad in his pocket. "These are for your fare and anything else
you may need. Sorry, we need to be devious but I don't think it would be wise
for the village to see you going on holiday with me. You can tell others you are
going to Cambridge for a few days walking and looking for work or whatever other
excuse you like to think up."
All day and every day of that week Mary wondered what would happen to her. Would
he be really cruel? He seemed very bitter with her. Could she take the thrashing
he promised? Should she take the £60 and go to London? No, that wasn't an
option. They would get a court order to sell the house even if she wasn't there.
Would he forcibly rape her? What would sex with a man be like? With all these
and many more questions running through her mind she didn't sleep much at nights
and was up on the final Wednesday ready long before it was time to catch the
bus.
Owing to a minor signal problem, the train was eight minutes late arriving at
Cambridge. Would he wait? Should she use the phone? Would he believe she had
chickened out? Surely he would know from announcements at the station the train
was late. Grabbing her rucsac as soon as the train stopped Mary ran along the
platform and over the bridge to the exit. Vernon was there. "Thank goodness for
that," she murmured.
"You're late," Vernon snapped.
"The train was ......."
"Throw your stuff in the back and get in alongside me."
Her legs felt rubbery and her hands shook so much she couldn't fasten the seat
belt. Vernon had to do it. Outwardly he complained but inwardly he was pleased
she was so helpless. He began to feel he had control of her.
They drove across country on the A14 and then sped up the M1 stopping only for a
quick snack at a motorway service station. Bypassing Leeds they travelled to
Settle and stopped at a fish and chip shop for lunch. Conversation during the
journey was minimal but sitting doing nothing calmed Mary's nerves a little and
her limbs began acting normally although there was a growing fear in the pit of
her stomach as she guessed they were nearing their destination.
Lunch over, they left the main roads and drove along narrow stonewalled lanes
and over open moorland to the small village of Arncliffe were they parked
outside a stone house. It was only early afternoon but the weather had become
murky with blustery showers. Lights were on in the house. "Surely there are not
going to be others in the house too," thought Mary.
"Come in a meet Mrs. Harris, she looks after the cottage for me and keeps the
key."
Mrs. Harris ushered them in and sat them in front of the fire. Tea and home made
scones were produced which Mrs. Harris accompanied with cheery and somewhat
blunt humorous conversation in a broad if Yorkshire accent.
"She doesn't look like the usual girls you bring up here," she remarked then
added, "This one looks as if she can actually walk a mile or two without
breaking her high heels!"
All too soon it was time to leave. Vernon pocketed the key, paid for the
supplies Mrs. Harris had put in the house and drove along a steep track to an
isolated farm cottage only about half a mile from the village itself. During
their short stay at the Harris house, the rain and wind had increased and
rivulets of water ran down the centre of the track. Once inside, Vernon checked
the bottled gas supply and started the central heating going. Both removed their
outdoor shoes, left them in a rack by the door and donned slippers. On his
instructions, Mary, lit a fire in the main room which served as kitchen and
living space. Soon the place was cozily warm and the supplies Mrs. Harris had
not already put in the refrigerator were stored in various cupboards. When
Vernon led Mary to the bedroom she wondered if now was to be the time but he
only told which side of the bed she would be sleeping and which drawers she
could use to store her clothes.
Returning to the main room, Vernon checked the door was locked and the curtains
drawn so no one could peep in even if there was anyone around in this remote
spot. "Right then Mary, retribution time. You are going to get what you deserve
and I will get my revenge. Come here."
"Please, please, don't hurt me too much. Vernon please. I've never been spanked
before." Her pitiful pleas went ignored.
"No Mary, you are going to get what I think you deserve and at my pleasure. We
have plenty of time so I will take things slowly but by the time you go to bed
you will not be able to sit comfortably. That's a promise."
Mary looked round towards the door but before she could even think of moving,
Vernon gripped her arm. "I told you to come here. If you are going to be
disobedient then that will merit further punishment."
"Sit on this chair," her ordered then, "Arms up over your head." Holding the hem
of her thick woolen sweater he pulled the garment up and off over her head in
one movement. He threw it on to the nearby settee. Mary instinctively went to
fold her arms over her breasts but was curtly told to keep her hands up above
her head. Vernon started to unbutton her khaki shirt and after loosening the
tails from her pants pulled that off in the same way. Only a cotton bra covered
her breasts. "Keep your hands UP!" After unfastening the clasp, the bra followed
the other clothing to the heap on the settee. None of his previous ladies had
ever blushed as frequently or as deeply red as did Mary. Tears streamed down her
face as she quietly sobbed in her humiliation. Vernon squeezed her breasts,
played with her nipples and then kissed them. "You've nice tits, Mary, real nice
tits." Mary winced at the words and yet underlying her repulsion she felt
pleased he thought them nice when he must have seen so many. "Yes, Mary, while
you are here we will use the common or garden terms for our body parts. Breasts
is too clinical. Tits is much more emotive. And it seems, more embarrassing to
you."
"Okay, you can put your arms down now but don't cover your tits." Vernon removed
her slippers but left her thick walking socks in place. The lino floor covering
was still a little chilly. He smiled at himself for being considerate over that
when in a short while he was going inflict considerable pain.
"Stand up." Vernon undid the top button and unzipped her flies. Mary still
pleaded with him to allow her to keep the trousers on even though she knew it
would be to no avail. "Don't be silly Mary," Vernon snapped, "I shall be seeing,
feeling and fucking you many times in the coming two weeks and in any case I
want to see the stripes appear on your bare arse." He knelt and slowly pulled
the pants down revealing a pair of plain white cotton knickers. Pushing the
pants down as far as they would go to her ankles, Vernon slowly peeled down the
cotton knickers. Placing his hand under her crotch her rubbed her hairy mound
and tried to enter a finger in the vagina but with the knickers holding her
thighs closed and tightness of her opening, he was unable to gain entry. "Nice
tight cunt Mary. It will give me great pleasure to force my prick in there and
open you up. Sit down again so I can get rid of these pants." Apart from the
socks, Mary was completely naked. Vernon opened her legs to get a better look at
her sex and then fingered the opening some more. Still no moisture that would
help him gain entry. Her fear was holding her back.
"Stand up again," This time Vernon inspected and felt all over her body,
remarking on the texture and colour of her skin. When he came to her arse he
gave it a gentle smack and remarked it was white now but would very soon be
covered with purple blotches.
"Now it's your turn, Mary. Undress me and examine me as closely as I did you and
you may comment on what you see too." Poor Mary thought the world must end,
hoped the floor itself would open and swallow her.
"I can't," she stuttered, "Please don't make me!"
"Of course you can, girl. Nothing so far has caused you any pain. Only
embarrassment. In the next two weeks you will get to know all of my body as I
will yours so the sooner you start the better. Stop this childish shyness and
get on with it. I told you earlier disobedience would mean further punishment
and if your arse is too badly marked to punish further then there is always the
thighs, the belly and tits that can feel the effects of the lash."
Her ears pricked up at the word 'lash'. Was he going to whip her? She wasn't
expecting that. No he wouldn't do that to a woman would he? It was too barbaric.
Shakingly Mary slowly removed Vernon's clothing but even when pressed made few
remarks. It took a great effort to even look at his prick and when he first took
her hand and placed it around his erect tool she pulled her hand back as though
it had been burned. After a hard slap on the arse, she did grip his prick and
eventually gently massaged it. "That is what will take your virginity tonight so
you had better get used to the feel of it," Vernon growled.
Mary thought she would never be able to take a prick of that size into her body
without tearing her apart but in reality Vernon's tool wasn't abnormally large
or thick. He was well made at 7 inches long and about 1-1/2 inches thick but to
Mary it seemed huge. Her novels often delighted in descriptions of the sex act
but now having seen a man's organ erect for the first time, she was very
uncertain as to whether fact lived up to fiction. Still shaking with fear she
began to doubt the wisdom of her choice. Too late now though. Even if she
changed her mind she could never get away. She prayed she would survive.
"Time to move on Mary." Vernon didn't want to cum just yet. He wanted
retribution first and the ruthless top business man in him held him on course.
He lifted Mary and gave her a hug. "Remember Mary, I said I wouldn't do any
permanent damage to you and I keep my word but I do also intend to keep my word
regarding your punishment." During the hug Mary felt his prick press against her
belly and shuddered at the thought it would not be long before it was inside.
Would it be painful? Would it be enjoyable as in the stories? She would soon
know.
Vernon lifted a long cardboard box he had brought in from the car when they
first arrived. "Unpack that while I stoke up the fire." Slitting the tape and
opening the flaps revealed an assortment of items some of which she recognised
as the instruments he was to punish her with. A long rattan cane lay along one
side together with a tawse and a suede flogger. Packed between them were
unfamiliar leather items.
"Do you know what they are, Mary?"
"No, but I guess they are all to do with holding me," she quietly replied.
"You are of course right. They are for restraining you. In a way they are for
your protection so that I don't hit the wrong places because you are moving
about." He fastened the leather ankle and wrist cuffs in place, then a neck
collar, all fitted with external clasp rings. Around her waist he buckled a 5
inch wide belt. "The belt is wide so that it protects the kidneys but I can also
fasten your wrists to the rings or put you on a leash." Standing back and
looking at Mary he remarked, "Now you look like a proper slave girl. It was
worth the trip to London on Monday just to see you in this gear. I could look at
you for hours but I mustn't forget the important business of the evening."
Vernon removed the box from the table. There were still a few items left in it
including four pairs of handcuffs and a length of soft cotton rope. Taking out
the rope he cut four short lengths and led Mary to the table. "Try and be brave.
You know we have to go through with it," he whispered in her ear. Mary though,
felt anything but brave. Tears streamed down her face, sobs came from her lips.
After tying her ankle cuffs to two end table legs he leaned her down until her
breasts pressed on the wooden surface before fastening her wrist cuffs the legs
at the opposite end. Seeing her lying there absolutely helpless he wondered if
he was doing the right thing after all. She was a pitiful sight.
"I'm going to start with the tawse Mary and once your arse is nicely warm I'll
stripe it with the cane. When that is over your punishment beating will be
finished and we can get to the more intimate part of the retribution." With that
he grasped the leather tawse, swung it in a wide arc and brought it down with a
loud impact across both cheeks. Mary screamed with the pain. The tawse fell for
the second time followed by a second ear piercing yell. "Sorry, Mary, I didn't
want to use this but even in this isolated place with the wind howling outside,
screams that loud might be heard."
"I can't help it. You're killing me! I'll be cut to ribbons."
"No you won't but it will feel like the fires of hell for a while which is of
course why you are here."
Vernon inserted the gag and noted how effective it was. After the next stroke
the screams were reduced to muffled groans. Twelve strokes of the tawse brought
Mary's arse to the colour of beetroot mixed with purple splotches. Mary
struggled and writhed as much as her bonds would allow but could not evade the
pounding leather. Placing the tawse on the table alongside Mary's body, Vernon
rubbed her arse, feeling the fire he had created in her tender flesh.
Now for the cane. He had never used one before but the man in the shop had given
him a little advice and made him understand that it was a dangerous implement.
He swished it in the air and debated whether or not to use it. Her poor arse had
already taken more than enough punishment. Still he had said the cane would
follow the tawse so he had to keep his word. He mustn't chicken out now.
Bringing the cane down with what he thought was moderate force produced a wicked
welt deeper on the left cheek than the right. "I can't give her twelve with
this," he thought, "Good job I didn't mention the number of strokes. But it
looks as if I mustn't use it any harder than the first stroke otherwise I will
break the skin. And I must try not to hit the same place twice."
In his efforts not to cross the strokes he kept the stripes well apart and
consequently the final one was laid on low down near to the tops of the thighs.
He noted Mary leaped fiercely as far as her bonds held. It must have been
extremely painful.
Walking to her head end of the table so that she could see his rampant prick, he
spoke quietly, "Mary, your whipping is over but as you can see, the sight of
your lovely body as given me a raging hard on so I am going straight on and give
you your first fuck." However, I did bring some aloe vera cream and will coat
your bum and cunt with it first to ease the burning somewhat."
From the cardboard box he produced a pot of a soothing cream recommended by the
shop and spread it liberally over the sore area. With Mary still gagged he
couldn't tell if she appreciated it or not. Continuing to spread the ointment he
worked his fingers into the opening of her vagina. It was still fairly dry but
after a gentle massage his finger gained entry. His cock was now so rampant he
knew once inside her body it would quickly explode.
Applying cream to the tip of his cock he pushed the knob inside her cunt hole.
It was tight but gradually it eased in. A few short strokes followed to get her
to open up a little and then a deep thrust, his cock forcing its way through her
hymen and up towards her womb. Stopping for a few moments to allow her to get
used to him, he started thrusting again. As he had predicted, it wasn't long
before he shot his load deep inside her. Slowly he pulled out, his cock lightly
splattered with her blood. "Sorry," he muttered, "That was a poor performance on
my part. I guess the sight of your quivering arse has over stimulated me."
Walking round to Mary's head he started to untie the gag. "Mary, I am going to
remove you gag but if you start screaming I will have to replace it. Do you
understand?" Mary nodded. Her crying and sobbing became louder once her mouth
was clear but she didn't scream.
Between sobs she blubbered, "You bastard. That was cruel. I doubt I have any
flesh left."
"Oh you do Mary. I did what I promised. That part of your debt is paid in full.
I will not thrash you again for it but of course I still have you as my
plaything for another thirteen days and if you misbehave or are disobedient then
I am sure you will earn some more discipline but it will not be as severe unless
you do something really terrible." He brought his hand down to lightly pat her
arse which brought a loader cry from Mary's lips. "I may also spank you just for
my pleasure."
"I'm going to untie you now. Remain lying on the table until I help you up."
Vernon released the rope ties from her wrists. "Lie still for a moment while I
undo the ankles," he ordered as she immediately began to writhe across the table
top. Kneeling to undo the remaining ropes his face was again at the level of her
burning arse. He couldn't resist the temptation to kiss it and then to plant one
deeply on her cum seeping cunt. Mary, now utterly inured to what was happening
to her, did nothing, said nothing, she just continued sobbing.
With her ankles now free Vernon put is arms around her shoulders and helped her
to rise and stand. She winced as the movement brought further pain to her
buttocks. He held her upright for some moments with her breasts squashed tightly
against his chest. She cried against his shoulder until it seemed no more tears
would come, only a low sobbing noise from her throat. Her hands carefully
explored her sore flesh and finding it wet and sticky cried in alarm, "I am
bleeding! You did strip my skin."
"No, that is the aloe vera cream. Look at your hands."
She did and found he was correct. Still holding her tightly, Vernon kissed her
forehead. Then planted one on the tip of her nose. After a few seconds pause he
kissed her again fully and hard on her lips. Mary tried to draw back but was
held by Vernon's arms. "Don't resist me. Kiss back. We will do this a lot during
the next two weeks so get used to it. You may even enjoy the feeling. It doesn't
hurt." He kissed her again and this time she didn't try pull away but stayed
passively still. "Mary, I am sorry your first fuck wasn't as good or as
fulfilling as I would have liked but it may have been for the best. Your
virginity is out of the way and your backside didn't have to withstand a long
pounding. There will be plenty of other times and by then you may begin to get
the pleasure from it like your romantic novels lead you to believe.
Still holding her to his body, her head on his shoulder he spoke quietly in her
ear. "Mary, you had your punishment and I don't want to prolong your pain
although I cannot take it away. What I am going to do now is to give you a
couple of Anadin's to help relieve the pain and take you into the shower and
clean us both up. Maybe the warm water will take a little of the fire from your
arse. Then I will spray the area with the same type of spray used to treat
severe burns which should help further. I don't expect you will wish to go out
for dinner so we'll knock up some soup. After that we will do whatever comes.
Anyway that is the plan. We will see what develops as we go along."
It would take a little while for the analgesic tablets to kick in and even then
perhaps the amount they would reduce the pain might be minimal. Maybe their help
would be more psychological than real. Vernon didn't know but decided to assume
they would. He removed all the cuffs, belt and collar ready for the short walk
to the shower but even that was a painful experience. By now though she was
becoming used to being naked alongside and equally naked man, in fact with the
hell fire pain in her arse, that seemed the least of her worries.
With warm water running over her Mary began to relax a little but was
apprehensive when Vernon started to apply soap and to sponge her face. Gradually
he washed down her back and then turned his attention to the breast area,
massaging her tits until the nipples stood firm. After the thrashing, this felt
good even though just a few hours ago she would have strongly rejected the
attention.
Vernon continued to wash down the front of her body, paying special attention to
cleaning the hymeneal blood and his cum from her cuntal area. He kissed her clit
and sucked it until that too became rigid. At last a little response. Turning
Mary around he started washing the backs of her legs. She went rigid as he
reached the top of her thighs. "No, please, please do touch me there," she
cried.
"It's okay Mary, I don't intend to hurt you further. I told you that. Just bend
forward a little more so the water runs over it freely."
"Now its your turn." Passing the sponge to Mary he knelt so that she could wash
his face and then stood so to give her access to his body. "Let me help you to
kneel," he offered, "Then you will be able to wash my arse and cock and
afterwards to kiss and suck it like I did to you."
Very hesitantly Mary started to wash his legs and then after further
encouragement, she reached for his cock. At first Mary handled it like a piece
of fragile porcelain and while she did kiss it, she was very reluctant to put
more than the very tip in her mouth. "You will have to do better than that," he
told her, "By tomorrow evening I want you taking it right in to the back of your
throat."
"But Vernon, bending like this stretches the skin on my bottom and it hurts
terribly."
"Sorry, dear, we'll try it another way later." He helped her up, turned the
water off and dried gave her a large towel. After giving himself a brisk
toweling he left the shower and returned a few moments later wearing a dressing
gown and slippers. He brought an expensive looking dressing gown for her. "Here,
see if this fits. Much as I would like to keep you completely naked the whole
time, its not practical in this old farmhouse. I'll get your slippers?"
He returned with them in one hand and a can of spray in the other. "It seems to
fit you well enough, Mary but I should have used this before you put it on."
Vernon lifted the back hem of the gown and had Mary hold it up above waist
height. "I am told the spray should be very soothing. Say if it isn't. In any
case it should help the skin to heal."
He sprayed her buttocks area liberally and as she didn't cry out or even
complain he assumed it was soothing. "Okay?"
"Yes, thank you. It's just feels a little cold."
"Keep holding the clothing up until the spray dries." Understanding the reasons
for doing so, she complied. "You know something, Mary? That is a very
provocative pose!" grinned Vernon.
