Chapter 10 Reminiscences
"Lets spend a few days and relax in my cottage," Violet suggested. By now it had
become accepted that the term 'my cottage' used by Violet meant the house in
1866 and when Eric used it, he referred to the 2001 house. They had been back a
week from their sojourn to her wedding night. Eric spent long hours at the
computer, writing and re-writing the episode. It had been a nerve racking
experience, especially for him. Each line typed brought back vivid pictures and
sounds to his senses as he struggled to find words that graphically expressed
these sensations.
Twice Freida had been round and surreptitiously tried to get more information on
Violet's background. She did it in a friendly way and was put out by the evasive
answers. The last time she came when Eric was emotionally drained with the
writing and he told her quite bluntly that Violet's past was none of Frieda's
business. He's apologised afterwards but suspected it had only reinforced
Frieda's belief that Violet was an illegal immigrant. She still spoke in an old
fashioned way as though she was someone who had learned English from a textbook.
Combined with the fact she had arrived without any spare clothes and the fact
that she had supposedly lived for a long while in Cornwall, she didn't know the
Cornish word 'tiddlyoggie'. Frieda added two and two and made five.
"I don't know if it will be more restful," Eric replied, "it just brings me
nearer to what happened to you."
"Yes, but it will get you away from the computer screen dear and into the fresh
air, air not poluted from all the fumes from your cars."
Violet had provided some clothing for him at the cottage but nothing fitted very
well so she suggested he asked the seamstress in the village to make him some.
"I mustn't show myself much because my face is so easily recognised. Perhaps we
should say you bought the house from me and are the new owner but you will only
be using it on occasions when you can get away from Town."
"But what about money?"
"I've plenty for things like that, even after buying the house."
"How? Did you have to steal it? Could you carry it as a ghost?"
Violet laughed, "It was easier than that. I knew father kept a good deal of
money in boxes hidden in the house but he never told anyone including me where
it was and in fact he had several hiding places for them. When he died, we
couldn't find any and as there were plenty of other funds we gave up looking.
After I became a wandering soul I went back in time and watched him over a
period of several weeks until I finally saw him go through the boxes and put
them away. They were all in his study behind sprung panels. I then forwarded
myself to a time when I was solid, opened the panels and brought them here."
"But how did you buy this place before you were a spirit and had the money?"
"Chance. I was half afraid Geoffrey might send men to my house and catch me off
guard and forcibly bring me back even though I did have several men on duty at
the house to try and prevent it. However, I also knew there were a number of
escape routes from the mansion and thought I could get away to a remote place
and hide out there for a bit. This place seemed isolated enough and yet was
quite close to the railway should I want to get to London and lose myself there.
All father's bank accounts were in my name by then so I used an agent to do the
buying. Nobody local saw my face."
"Wasn't it a bit embarrassing to watch your father without him knowing?"
"After all I had been through by then, nothing was really embarrassing but I did
learn things about him I never suspected. Of course by then I hadn't lived at
home for about five years. Five years I suffered at Geoffrey's hands before I
could flee. No doubt you want all the sordid sexual details so that you can add
it to the story, although it isn't relevant until later. I had to go back many
times before I pieced together the story. It starts about ten months before he
died...."
"Mother caught a chill one November soon after their return from Italy. The
chill turned to bronchitis and then pneumonia. The doctors could do nothing and
within days she was dead. Father was distraught. They had been together for
thirty years and were devoted to each other. I don't believe father ever had
anyone else while she was alive. Geoffrey and I attended the funeral but he
wouldn't let me stay with father afterwards to comfort him. He knew only too
well I would never have returned.
Father moped about doing nothing, seeing no one except the servants who brought
him food and whiskey. About a week after the funeral, he'd had far too much of
the whiskey and was staggering to his bed and almost fell. Sylvia, one of the
maids about forty-five years old was passing and caught him. She had lost her
husband in a farming accident a year previously and still felt the effects of
her loss. Sylvia undressed father, helped him pee in the pot under the bed and
got him into bed. There he lay crying and calling out for Bertha, my mother. On
impulse it seemed to me, Sylvia undressed too and climbed into bed and put her
arms around him and held him close until they both fell asleep. Both awoke in
the morning still holding the other.
"Sylvia, what are you doing in here? How did I get to bed last night? Did
we.....?"
"It's alright Sir. You had a little too much of the whiskey so I put you to bed
but you were in such a state for missing your wife, and I was missing my hubby
so I climbed in with you and we comforted each other. And no Sir, we didn't do
anything but if you feel like it, then I won't mind either. It's been a year
since I last felt a cock in me."
"Sylvie, oh Sylvie, I shouldn't. It's too soon since Bertha......" He broke off
crying again. Sylvia held him close to her breasts and the smell of them must
have stimulated his cock although I couldn't see under the blankets, because I
could tell they slowly rolled into a position where he was on top and was
fucking her.
When the motions finished Sylvia held father tight for some time until he
started to apologise for what he had done and to show some remorse as if it was
his fault. Sylvia chided him saying, "Lord no, Sir. No need to apologise. It did
us both good. Still I'd better be getting on with me work." She showed her buxom
naked body as she got up, peed in the pot and then dressed in front of the
mirror. I saw father watching with interest but could tell he was fighting with
his conscience.
Next evening he was sitting in his study and had a glass of whiskey in front of
him. Sylvia knocked and boldly went in. "Sir," she said, "There is no needs for
you to get yourself blind drunk each night in the hope that what happened will
go away. It won't. That part of your life had gone. You have to move on and
booze don't help. It holds you back. Let me take this bottle away while you
savour the flavour of what's in the glass and then I'll come back and talk with
you for as long as you want, about anything you want. Jest for the company you
understand and then if you want some comfort in bed too, then I'll supply that
too." And she did that. That sat and talked and talked. Sylvia was a bit of a
gossip and the conversation flowed. And she did comfort him in bed that night
and for several more nights after that. She was a bit conservative by the
standards at Studenhall but she freely sucked him until he was hard enough to
get it in.
After a month or so, father began taking more interest in things around him
again and even eyed up some of the younger maids. One, Kathleen, a vivacious
redhead, openly eyed him too but it wasn't for love. She shared a room having
only one large bed with another young maid and was whispering to her one night
when I followed her in. "It will be one up on old Sylvie if I can get into his
bed and if I can get him to marry me then I shan't have to work no more and ..."
she giggled, "Maybe I shall get to boss you about." The pair then romped on the
bed and then disappeared under the blankets still giggling and playing with each
other.
She did get into his bed one night and turned in a very creditable performance.
She sucked his cock and allowed him to service her cunt. Then vigorously rode
him to a climax. I am sure it made father feel young again. I saw him have her
in his study on one occasion and believe he had her at other times but in the
end it was Sylvia who he would have wed had he lived.
"Did you ever have to make love to women?" Eric asked his curiosity peeked after
hearing about Kathleen and her friend.
"Of course. Many times." Violet answered, "And I might have taken to lesbianism
naturally and even enjoyed it if the circumstances had been similar to Kathleen
and the other maid, Margie. As was Geoffrey's wont, I was forced into it
although he didn't directly order it at least not the first time, but must have
known it would happen."
I had been married about a month when Geoffrey had to go away for a few days. By
then I could walk reasonably well and my breasts, although still showing some
colouring, could touched gently without pain. Since the first thrashing I was
careful not to anger him and had only received a couple of hand spankings which,
because my bottom was still tender hurt badly, and one session with the tawse.
The tawse was the favourite instrument for general punishment of servants in
that household. It hurt like Hell when it hit but didn't bruise or leave bad
marks for more than a day or two and if the number given wasn't too large, a
girl could continue work shortly after.
The general punishment tawses, and there were many scattered strategically
around the house, were a little over eighteen inches long by about two wide and
a quarter of an inch thick with the end nine inches split into two tongues. It
was the bootboy's job to ensure they were well oiled and ready for use. I
received the 'standard' twelve strokes from Flora who happened to be Geoffrey's
other bed partner that night. I was accused of not putting enough effort in
sucking him and Flora was ordered to lay on the punishment while I kept my lips
around his cock. There was of course the threat of further punishment if there
were any signs of teeth marks on his flesh afterwards.
Flora of course knew she had to lay the strokes on hard enough to satisfy her
master or she would receive a dose herself. I was soon squirming and desperately
trying to keep in position and not bite. Fortunately I managed it, even though
my bottom was still very tender from my first day.
Anyway, when Geoffrey was about to leave and I had begun to wonder if I could
get away from his house, he summoned Grace and Martha. "I charge the two of you
with looking after my wife while I am away. One of you at least must keep her in
sight at all times. No matter what she does, or where she is, one of you must be
present." I noticed smug smiles on their faces when they heard this. "And make
sure she behaves herself. Use the tawse freely if she doesn't."
Martha had to go to a nearby farm soon after so Grace was in charge of me. For
an hour or so she made me work alongside her cleaning one of the rooms and then
she dragged me into a lavatory. Servants were supposed to use an outside privy
but because I was there she decided to upgrade herself. As soon as she'd sat
down she ordered me to lift my skirt. After a month in that house I had no
problem showing her my sex until she pulled me close and started to tongue my
slit. At first I just stood and allowed it but after some minutes of her sucking
my clit, I became very aroused and pushed myself at her. "Oooh," she said, "The
Mistress likes women as well as men. Martha will be pleased." I just thought,
"if it doesn't hurt, let them do it."
I heard Grace start peeing but the flow was short and then she stood and we
reversed places. When she lifted her skirt and pushed her vagina at me I knew
what she expected. "Open your mouth Violet, I know you have learned to do this
for master and others so you can do it for me." My first thought was how
disrespectful she was to use my name. Servants should only address me as 'Ma'am'
or 'M'lady'. Grace was getting above her station but by now she had her pee hole
pressed over my mouth and I had to swallow. Afterwards she surprised me further
by kissing me open mouthed. I am certain she could taste her piss in my mouth.
Later, when Martha was in charge of me, she did exactly the same thing. It was
the first time I had seen her cunt close to. She was a well built woman and had
a dense growth of pubic hair which smelled somewhat of stale urine but, as I
said, by now I wasn't bothered by it. When it is a choice between a taste or a
smell and a thrashing, I knew which to choose. For the whole day I was made to
work like a servant with them and to eat my meals in the kitchen. I didn't mind
that part as it was far less formal and much friendlier than in the dining hall.
Mind you I was the butt of many jokes from them, but they were generally good
humoured and not nasty. They knew I was as much or more of a servant than they
were. They also knew Grace and Martha were lovers and there were giggles when
Grace announced the only way to keep and eye on me during the night was for me
to sleep between her and Martha.
When bedtime came, Martha brought a pan of hot water to their room and added it
to the cold in the washbowl. It was the first warm water for washing I had since
arriving at Studenhall. It surprised me the servants enjoyed luxuries I didn't.
Grace made me wash them from head to toe and to pay special attention to their
sex areas. They did the same for me. In fact when alone with them in their room
I was treated with a warmth and kindness I never expected.
Another surprise came when they gave me a pair of thick socks to wear. I
couldn't figure out why until I was ordered head first into bed and it all
became clear. My feet were out in the cold above the headboard while my head was
under the blankets level with their cunts. For over an hour, I had to lick their
vaginas and suck their clits while they did the same for me. Actually it wasn't
too unpleasant except when Martha farted and I got the full force of the smell
in the confines of the bed. Through their ministrations I climaxed several
times.
Geoffrey was away for a week and each night I had sex with them in one way or
another. Even when Martha had her monthly period, there was no let up. I
certainly didn't get any enjoyment in sucking her then. Grace gave me a dozen
with the tawse the day before Geoffrey returned 'because I was becoming lazy'.
Truth was I thought after our night time sessions I could get away with things
but I found out I couldn't. Mind you, while it hurt she certainly didn't lay it
on as hard as she might.
*****
Eric burst out laughing. "Sorry," he apologised, "The picture it conjured up in
my mind of a pair of bed socks clad feet spread wide on a headboard while two
lezzies play with you just seemed comical."
"Well at least you have lost some of your sombre mood now. Shall we go for a
walk or have a session on the bed?" Violet replied as she kissed him.
