Chapter 6. The Island
The next two days were hectic. Packing gear, getting last minute supplies (like
sanitary towels which I hadn't needed before), checking filming equipment and
giving Louise some basic instruction on use the sound recording equipment. I
kept Louise busy. In general she worked with an aloof acceptance if not with
enthusiasm. It was if she was an employee doing a job she was paid to do.
On the second full day I sent her into the kitchen to make an omelet for lunch.
How she managed to make it I don't know but the result was a sticky awful mess.
Totally uneatable. "What a disaster. We can't eat that" I said. I could see
tears and fear in her eyes. "Now come here." I made my voice sound stern.
"Please, please .... it just wouldn't go right."
I bent her over my lap and pulled her trousers down to bare the top of her arse.
"Please, no. I couldn't help it."
My hand descended and gave her flesh two very gentle pats before pulling her
trousers up again and giving her a cuddle.
May popped in at that moment. "I'm not interrupting anything am I? She tried to
laugh when she saw the apology for an omelet. "It still hurts when I laugh," she
said.
"Bin it," I told Louise. "Would you like to stay for lunch?" I asked May, "Take
pot luck, Louise is going to try and make us another omelet."
I'll make you one offered May but I insisted Louise learn to do it. Between us
we instructed her and ended with a successful meal. "I think that is the first
time ever, you have made me a meal," commented May.
"If I have my way it won't be the last but she will need more practice at
cooking before that happens."
During those two days I made Louise wear her 'island' clothes and her new
walking boots. Although soft leather, they still needed breaking in. A good
soaking in the rain would help but here the weather remained fine. Louise of
course thought the clothes 'disgusting', 'prison wear' but never-the-less wore
them. She didn't have much choice seeing we had disposed of most of her other
stuff.
Finally we were on the road to Wales. The day was bright and we reached the quay
at Llannryn and met Rory who was already loading his fishing boat with what
seemed a mountain of boxes, cylinders and packages. Again I introduced Louise as
my sound assistant.
"Aye, Ay'll believe yer," her answered, "Morn'n Louise."
With Louise unloading the Landrover, myself passing the packages to Rory on the
boat, the loading went quickly. "We need to get away as soon as we can. The wind
is getting up later and we may have trouble unloading if it gets too bad," Rory
explained.
Leaving Louise with Rory on the boat, I drove the Landrover to Rory's house and
parked it behind his garage out of the way, said a quick "Hello" to Nancy his
wife and hurried back. The wind had already started to rise however the hour
long trip to the island went without problems and we were able to tie up against
the small jetty and unload the stores. With the aid of a sack barrow from the
boathouse we ferried the heavier items to the house. Rory helped for a time but
as the wind increased he decided he'd best get back.
Before the last items were safely up the path and into the house, rain began to
fall, lightly at first and then very heavily indeed. By the time we finished
both of us were thoroughly wet and Louise's boots had their much needed soaking.
She was miserable and tired and understandably a little grumpy. The work had
been hard, far harder than anything she had done previously.
Despite it still being only late afternoon the overcast sky and the small
windows made it quite dark inside the house. I suggested she move some of the
boxes that littered the floor to one side so we had room to move about. She
flipped the light switch and nothing happened, "There's no electricity .......,"
I started to say. Just why the remark caused the reaction it did, I would never
know. Louse picked up a tin of vegetables that were on the table and flew at me
in temper. Before I realised what was happening a right hook with the tin caught
me on the chin and shoulder and was immediately followed by her left fist
beating at my face. "Bastard, bastard, bastard," she yelled. "You bring me to
this Alcatraz of an island, you force me to work in the cold and wet ....!"
Slipping quickly out of her way, I managed to get behind her, grab her wrists
and fasten the cuffs together. "Control yourself Lou." She still struggled and
tried to kick with her feet. I dragged to the centre post of the room, a post
that had been left for structural reasons when two rooms were made into one.
Taking her ankles I fastened the ankle cuffs so the post was between her legs. I
felt a trickle of blood running down my neck. It didn't seem too serious.
"Lou, I know you are tired, I know you are cold, I know you are wet. I am too
but that is no reason to lose control of yourself. You should know by now what
to expect from that outburst and they way you will be warmed up. I am going to
leave you there while I complete the rest of the necessary chores. It would have
been much quicker if there were two of us doing them but it just means you will
be cold and wet a little longer."
"I hate you for bringing me to this godforsaken place!"
"Once I am able to get the fire lit, the generator going and the gas cylinder
hooked up, you will find it quite cozy. Now just sit still and let me do what I
have to do to get the place warm and habitable."
The fire in the old black range was ready laid, and quickly started to burn when
a match was put to it. It was something my father instilled in me. Before you
leave, clean the grate, lay the fire and get in a stock of fuel ready for next
time. This was one time I was very grateful I heeded his advice. The cast iron
of the stove soon heated and its warmth began to be felt throughout the room.
Meanwhile I filled and started the generator kept in a lean-to outside and
turned on the Calor gas cylinder and lit the pilot lights to the fridge,
freezer, and water heaters over the sink and bath. The generator wouldn't be
kept running all the time, hence the gas operated fridge and freezer. Once the
generator was going I switched on the water pump to fill the header tank in the
roof. All this took half an hour or so during which time Louise sat
uncomfortably on the floor.
"Are you calmed down a bit now Lou?" She muttered something. "Are you?" She
nodded affirmatively. "Can I release you without a torrent of fisty-cuffs?"
"Yes," she murmured, her hung, "I'm sorry. I just couldn't help it. I just saw
red. Please don't beat me again."
"Lou, I will take into consideration the circumstances but you are not getting
away scot-free. If I don't punish you this time you will expect the same the
next." I released her ankles from the post. She said she needed to pee and
started towards the bathroom, her hands still fastened behind her back. Finding
no toilet there she cried out, "Don't they have loos in Alcatraz?"
Leading her down a wooden passage way beside the generator room I showed her the
three hole privy. "I thought these went out with the ark," she exclaimed, "I
would have thought there was enough water here for flush toilets." Lowering her
trousers I seated her on the centre hole and myself beside her. She had become
somewhat accustomed to performing with me in the same room but never before had
we peed together at the same time. There was something erotic about the sound of
two streams of piss splattering and mingling their way down the long drop to the
privy base.
Returning to the main room I released Louise's wrists and told her to get all
her wet clothes off. I did the same. The room was warming nicely. Removing my
sweater I found both the shirt and vest red with blood and it had begun to dry
in my beard. It looked as if an artery had been cut but it was mostly the way
the blood had run into the rain soaked clothing. A bruise was beginning to show
on the left shoulder where the tin had hit. The bleeding had more or less
stopped but it gave Louise a shock when she saw the results of her blow and she
was now very apprehensive as to her likely punishment.
After drying ourselves off I gave Louise her new thick dressing gown and
slippers and donned mine. The kettle on the stove was now merrily boiling so we
made tea. Louise's hands were shaking and she was sobbing almost uncontrollably
as she sipped the tea from her mug.
"We may as well get it over with before we start cooking."
"Please. Can't we postpone it? Wait until tomorrow." She thought I would be more
inclined for tolerance if I slept on it.
"If we do that, Lou, you will just be worrying about what I was going to do all
night long. We will get it over with now." Removing her robe I took her to the
table. She struggled a bit but after being warned it would only lead to extra
punishment submitted without much resistance.
Using the wrist cuffs and some oddments of rope I bent her over the end of the
table and tied her arms to two of the legs. Finding the flogger I proceeded to
apply it vigorously to her backside. I noted the crop marks were still very
visible and the whole area was not fully healed. Never-the-less I decided it was
better to be cruel in order to be kind and laid the flogger on quite hard. Soon
the area was again very pink. She yelled and screamed but there was no one
within many miles to hear her.
Watching her arse bucking as each blow fell produced stirrings in my cock.
Running my hands over the warn flesh I massaged between her legs until she
started to respond then plunged my cock deeply in to her. I almost lost control
and rammed it in fast and hard until I spurted right up into her. Louise
quietened a little during the fuck although it must have been painful as my
pubic hair rammed against her tender backside. Slowly I withdrew, I kissed the
sore bum flesh and sucked her clit until she had an orgasm after all I wanted
her to get a little pleasure from the experience, not just all pain.
Releasing her still sobbing from the table she started to say, "You bloody
bas...." but a quick slap to her backside even though it was light caused her to
stop in mid sentence. "Sorry, but that really was rape that time."
"Just remember why you were punished. It is to try and make you think twice or
even thrice before you fly into a temper and cause others pain. I didn't use the
flogger anywhere near as hard as I might have because I know the circumstances
were rather extreme but that was no excuse for the attack."
I took her to the bathroom and started to run the water. At first it came
through very brown from having settled in the pipe work. Louise seemed
disgusted. She thought we were going to bath in water from the privy! I flushed
the first lot of water away and the main flow came through a pale ale colour and
I explained the water here was always that colour because it was filtered by the
peat bogs on the hillside. There was nothing wrong with it, in fact it was very
soft and would need little soap or shampoo to get a good lather. Turning the
geyser on the bath slowly filled with a mixture of hot and cold water.
"Lou, I have punished you for you outburst earlier. Like before the slate is
rubbed clean. If I remove all your cuffs and collars, will you at least try and
co-operate and keep you temper under control? We have to live together for the
next six weeks at least so shall we try and live peaceably? I know you are not
here because you want to be. I know the life style is totally different to
anything you have known before. I know there will be times like today when you
will have to work very hard and be tired, wet and unhappy but there will, I
promise you, be times when life will be more relaxed and enjoyable. What do you
say? Peace and co-operation or war and punishment?"
"I don't think my bottom can stand anymore punishment," she snivelled, "So I
will try and do what you say and I will try to control my temper." This seemed a
good start so I removed all her restraints and helped her into the bath. She
knelt and I climbed in with her. Again something she was becoming accustomed to
so no objections were made. Soaping my beard caused the cut to open again and
Louise suggested putting plaster on it but I was reluctant because getting it
off the hair later.
"Look Eric," she said whilst trying to stop the blood flow with a dry sponge, "I
am sorry I did this, not just because of the thrashing you gave me but because I
did it without being able to help myself. I know you say to control myself but
at times something just snaps and I let go without thinking."
"I know that, Lou. I am hoping that a sore arse afterwards will remind you to
control yourself the next time."
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After a meal of soup and a couple of mackerel Rory had left with us, we felt a
little better and started to clear the place a little. I lit the Tilley lamp
which gave far more light than the small electric bulbs we could run from the
generator. The light and heat from the paraffin lamp made the place seem that
much more cozy. Lou was surprised when I took four house bricks from under the
stove and put them in the oven. "You don't feed us brick for breakfast here, do
you?"
"No, but we will use them later. You'll see."
Midway through the evening we decided enough was enough. Anything that wasn't
put away could wait until tomorrow. We sat round the stove, made fire toast and
talked till bedtime. Louise had to add more cushions to her chair but otherwise
didn't seem too uncomfortable and she was certainly in a better mood than
earlier.
Around 9 o'clock I took the now hot bricks from the oven, wrapped them each in
an old blanket and put them in the bed. An old fashioned but effective water
bottle. Louise of course had never heard of such a thing. "Not only do I have to
sleep with you, I have to sleep with bricks in the bed!" But I saw the hint of a
smile on her face.
The bricks aired and warmed the bed so that when we retired and the bricks were
removed, it was nice and warm. Despite our day's exertions were didn't fall
asleep immediately but lay there watching the flickering of the flame light on
the ceiling where the rays came through the open door. We cuddled, fucked and
cuddled some more before finally drifting off to sleep.
