Chapter 3. Punished again
Roger woke the sleeping naked girl in the bed alongside him. "Wake up, time to
get the morning tea and stoke the fire."
"Urrghh! What? What time is it?" Geegee struggled to free herself from his arms.
"Seven o'clock. Up you get housekeeper and put the kettle on then I'll show you
how to make breakfast and see to the fire." He gave Geegee a push to get her out
of bed.
"Ouch," cried Geegee as his hand lightly smacked her still sore behind, "Is that
the evil squire sending the innocent servant girl back to her quarters after
raping and taking her virginity last night?"
At least she's a bit chirpier this morning thought Roger as he replied, "Yes and
she'll get another taste of the squire's belt if she doesn't get a move on!"
He was laughing as he said it and it caused a smile from Geegee too as she got
out of bed. Just out of range of his hand she bent down and showed her arse for
a few seconds before saying, "I'd better be off then. Perhaps I should show this
to the police surgeon, I might get a few pounds compensation. This is grievous
bodily harm."
"And what about your stealing?"
"No sodding witnesses. Your word against mine."
"Yes, but whose word are they likely to believe? Gee your punishment for that is
over. Lets get down to what I expect you to work at today. I'm paying you
remember?"
Over breakfast, Roger discussed plans for the day. "My usual routine is
housework in the morning, writing in the afternoon. When I am writing I hate
being disturbed because it often completely breaks my train of thought. That's
one of the reasons for the notice on the door. First though, your bags had
hardly any clothes in them. Have you any more at home?" Getting a negative
answer, he went on, "We'll go into town first thing this morning, visit the
charity shops and then get some overalls and working clothes because as you saw,
some of the rooms are filthy. And then we'll visit the family planning clinic to
get you on the pill."
By lunch time they were back with more clothes than she ever owned in her life.
His generosity surprised her. She was supposedly only on a month's trial as a
housekeeper and yet she had work clothes, house clothes and going out clothes.
Admittedly much of the clothing was second-hand but even so he had paid out a
considerable amount of money. "Obviously he wants some return on this, but if it
is only a few fucks and not too much belt, why should I worry. I quite enjoyed
last night. No one else has made me cum like that."
"Gee, this afternoon, I want to work on my new novel and I'll try and work
through till 4.30. Make tea and bring it in at 3 o'clock and ..." He went on and
gave instructions for preparing dinner and also set her to sorting out one
corner of the lounge. Before leaving her to get on he said, "If the phone rings,
answer it and take a message, if someone comes to the door, find out what they
want and send them away, if there is anything you don't know what to do about,
use your initiative or ask me at tea break. Absolute rubbish, like rotting
carpet and moth eaten fabric, dump in the old stable at the side of the house if
it is not raining. I'll hire a skip when there is enough. All the other items
and nick-nacks, clean and put to one side. They may look like rubbish but they
may well be valuable as antiques. The main thing to remember is not to disturb
me before three and again not until I come out from the study."
Next morning at breakfast Geegee enquired about the previous owner. "She was an
old spinster lady. Died at 95. She been dead for two weeks when they found her.
Lived alone for years. House had been in her family for generations. A nephew in
the States inherited it and came over but when he saw the state it was in,
appointed an agent to sell it complete as it is. It stood empty for some time
because no one was able to get a mortgage on it. Luckily my last book was a best
seller and was translated into many languages and made a into a film so I had
enough cash to buy it. I wanted a place with atmosphere and was out of the way
so I could work in peace. The original part was built in the thirteen hundreds
as a rectory for the ruined church that is across the fields. At the black death
most of the village moved to the other side of the river and in 1850 or so, they
built the new church close to the new village. Not sure now if buying it was a
good idea as there is so much work to do on the place."
"Do you want me to continue doing the lounge today or start somewhere else?"
enquired Geegee.
"Any suggestions. Just about everywhere needs doing. I shall be helping this
morning. It's too wet to clear any more of the jungle outside."
"On one training scheme we had to clear a building ready for decorating for old
peoples homes. One of the few things I remember is they told us to always work
from the top down. If you clear the bottom first, you cart all the dirt from
upstairs through what you have already done."
"That's education for you," Roger laughed, "You see these training schemes do
have a purpose." Upstairs they debated where to start when Geegee opened a door
to a further set of stairs that led upwards to another locked door. "I think
that is the attic," Roger said, "But I don't seem to have a key for it."
"I bet I do!" Geegee ran down stairs and returned with a bunch of door keys.
"Found these when clearing the lounge yesterday." One did indeed fit the lock
but the door not having been opened for decades, took a great deal of force for
the seized up hinges to open. Neither knew what to expect but even so were
unprepared to find just a blank brick wall. Real disappointment showed on
Geegee's face as she hammered on the herringbone patterned brickwork between
wood uprights.
"Why? Why would they have a door that only opens to a wall?"
"I don't know Gee and we don't know which came first, this paneling with the
door or the wall behind it. Perhaps there is another entrance but there is
definitely a room behind these walls because there are windows in the roof that
weren't sealed up when the window tax came in. They have been there a very long
time." Roger thought for a few minutes while Gee continued to kick and hit the
wall. "I'll tell what we might try. If we climb out of the back bedroom window
on to the flat roof of the kitchen extension, a short ladder will get us on to
the roof and we can see if a roof light will open."
"So you want me to use my burglary skills now do you?"
Entry proved easier than anticipated. The wood holding the catch was fairly
rotten and a quick pull and the light hinged up. Geegee shone her torch inside.
"It's full of stuff like the bedrooms. There is a floor and I think there is a
chest under here to get down on." In fact the chest was to one side but she was
able to lower herself down. "Place is filthy and it's a good job I'm not afraid
of spiders," she called up to him, "Wait a minute I'll move the chest a bit so
an old man like you can get down easier."
"Cheeky bitch! I'm not that much older than you." However, the chest was full
and the strap broke when Geegee tried to pull on it and in the end Roger had to
lower himself down the same as she had but she did clear a space on the floor to
put his feet.
Clambering over boxes and other junk for the short distance to the wall, they
discovered the brick wall was only a foot wider than the doorway and it was on a
slideway with a wood bar at floor level at one end that prevented it moving.
Access to the bar from the other side was by a secret sliding panel. With the
mechanism visible from the back it was easy to work out how it should be
operated from the other side but it took a considerable amount of effort before
they were able to get the wall to slide. "I'm sure," Roger commented, "If we
apply plenty of oil or grease to the slides, we can move it from the other side.
I bet it's the first time it's been moved for hundreds of years." For now they
left it in the open position. Geegee was thrilled to have found a secret room, a
room no one had entered for many lifetimes.
As their eyes became accustomed to the dim light level penetrating through the
roof windows and from the small open door, it allowed them to see that like the
rest of the house, the whole space was packed with boxes and chests. Several
very old dresses were on stands and in one corner, Geegee found a very old gun.
"Wow!" She picked it up and pointed it at Roger, "Stand and deliver! Your money
or your life."
Roger gently pushed it aside. "Careful Gee, it might have been loaded and it
might even have worked after all these years."
"Perhaps after last night I might want to blow your balls off," laughed Gee, "I
could always plead that I didn't know the gun was loaded!"
"Think of the pleasure you'd miss out on Gee," Roger quipped back.
Roger found a couple of fine swords all wrapped in oiled cloth, then a Chinese
figure.
"Here's another one of those leather tubes like I found in the back of the
lounge," Geegee stated but this one has sticks in. Sorta like a golf thing."
"Perhaps that is something I should restore ready for use. You don't know what
it is, do you?" Gee shook her head. "The sticks would have been birch rods and
they would have been tied in bundles like an old fashioned broom. The leather
tube would have contained brine or vinegar or some such which would have kept
the birch rods supple ready for chastising naughty girls like you!"
"Well it's a good job it's too decrepid to use now. You belt is bad enough.
There's no telling what a sadist like you would do with bloody birch rods."
Gee's laughter took the sting from her words.
Geegee was darting around looking in boxes and opening drawers until Roger
called a halt. They couldn't get far into the attic without climbing over stuff
and they were creating a great amount of dust which was beginning to cause them
to sneeze.
"Gee, my guess is that there is a lot of what is now valuable stuff in here so I
think we had better close the roof window and examine the room in a better light
before we do some expensive damage and we'll need a vacuum cleaner to remove the
dust as we go along."
Reluctantly Geegee agreed. While Roger drove to town and bought a long extension
lead and a pair of floodlights, Geegee took a few of the smaller items
downstairs to clean them. The Chinese figure a little over a foot high
particularly interested her and on their Thursday shopping trip, Roger took her
with it to a local auction house where they suggested it was carved from jade
and might be four hundred years old. Possibly it might fetch ?20,000 or more at
auction but as it was a specialist thing it might be better to use one of the
bigger London auctioneers. Even some of the smaller items they suggested could
be worth several hundred pounds each. Learning there was much more to be found,
they wanted to send a buyer in and catalogue it all. Seeing Geegee looking very
disappointed, Roger declined saying they wanted the fun of looking and finding
out what was there and asked for advise on where to find information. "We are
going to have to sell the stuff or at least most of it partly to clear it out of
the way and partly to pay for repairs to the place. You've been very helpful and
are local so we will be using you, but we do want to do the job in our own
time." The dealer suggested several books and a couple of Internet sites where
they might learn more about what they had. He also gave some general advise on
cleaning the items so they did not lose their valuable patina.
For the next three days, Geegee worked in the attic when other duties allowed.
Roger was able to get two of the books suggested and set up his old computer so
she could access the Internet but she was not allowed to use it in the
afternoons when he was working. He also set up an Access document for her to
catalogue the stuff she found in the house. She became engrossed in finding out
what the items were and when they were made and a little of the history behind
them. "Gee," Roger remarked, "For someone with no exam qualifications you are
very bright." However, it was her enthusiasm for finding the information that
led to her second spanking.
Roger had given her strict instructions to put the casserole in the bottom of
the oven at 2:30. By 3:30 when his tea hadn't arrived he went to check and found
her with her nose in a book and a silver bracelet in her hand.
"Oh my God! Sod! I didn't notice the time." Geegee swore. Roger did not like
having his routine upset. Tea in the afternoon was at three, dinner at five. Not
3:05 or 5:05. Today dinner would be at least an hour late. Picking up Geegee he
placed her over his knee and, despite her struggles, slid her jeans down and
pasted her bare backside with his hand. It wasn't a seriously hard spanking but
it reddened and warmed her arse. Geegee wriggled and squealed but Roger held her
firmly and didn't stop until both bum cheeks were rosy red and tender. Roger's
cock not unsurprisingly grew as her pelvis moved and wriggled over it. She
squirmed and tears ran down her face but didn't make too much noise. Squeals
turned to moans as his hand smoothed over the warm flesh and felt the wetness
between her legs.
"Fuck me Rog. Fuck me please," she begged.
Roger wasted no time. Pulling her jeans and knickers right off, he bent her over
the end of the settee and took her doggie style. By now she knew what to expect
as they had made love every night in bed and elsewhere but this was the first
time he'd had her from the back. Groaning and encouraging him to thrust deeper
she pushed back hard at each of his thrusts and cried out as she climaxed inside
her.
"Let that be a lesson to you," Roger exclaimed laughingly when he pulled out.
"Umm! Yes, thank you! Sorry Rog. I was just trying to find a date for this
silver bracelet thing. Do you know everything I have been able to identify seems
to date before 1750," replied Geegee as she put the kettle on.
"You need to find out who the vicar was at that time. They weren't all celibate
God-fearing men. Some just bought their way into the benefice for the money and
prestige."
*****
"It would have been the Reverend Christopher Winterton," Mark Faurs the present
incumbent of the new vicarage unformed them looking up from the old book he was
studying. "He was the vicar here from 1740 to 1751. I think he was a bit of a
character from what I remember my predecessor told me before he died. He was
more of a historian than me. From my recollection, Winterton was shot when the
excise men surprised them smuggling. You might try the public records office and
Miss Fairchild who is the village historian now."
Both sources were very helpful and the records office produced the report of the
shooting incident from the excise office and an account by Nathaniel Dickson.
"We had information from a fishing vessel the Emma May that cargo from a known
smuggling cutter Martha Jean was to be landed on the beach off Northfield Sands
on the night of May 21st 1751. We waited behind the seawall until the contraband
was being loaded on to carts to be taken inland. When challenged several of the
smugglers drew pistols but us excise men had rifles and shot five and arrested
the others." Later accounts told of those arrested being publicly hanged and the
siezure of the vessel by a naval ship. The Rev. Winterton was one of those shot.
While in town, they visited the Job Centre. "So you've brought her back then!"
Miss Matthews smirked.
"Not so," Roger replied, "She's an excellent worker. I've just come to find out
what forms I need to fill in to keep her in my employ."
"Sorry, I didn't think she had the skills needed for housekeeping - perhaps she
has other qualities she didn't mention to us." Miss Matthews smiled knowingly.
"Yes," Roger went on, "Yes she has. Housekeeping is now auxiliary to her main
job as my research assistant."
Continuing to smile as if she knew all along Geegee would be doing most of her
work on her back, she asked "And what sort of research is she doing, Sir?"
"Local history," Geegee interrupted. She pushed the photocopied excise documents
and two library books in front of the woman. "I just needed the incentive of
something more than the crap training schemes you were offering me. Now I have
it and I am sticking with it."
The next stop was the Probation Office where she had to file a change of address
and her employment. Again they were surprised. Her particular Officer said he
would drop in sometime and see how she was getting on. Everyone knew it was to
check that her employment wasn't prostitution. "Come round anytime. Roger won't
give you his phone number so just take pot luck but we seem to be in most days
except for shopping trips a couple of mornings a week."
