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  ‘I’m really sorry; it won’t happen again, I promise. Next time...’ she trailed off as Adams looked like he was about to explode with rage, his face flushed red. He let out a guttural roar and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her further into the dark stable.

  ‘Next time?’ he bellowed at her. ‘Next time? There won’t be a next time,’ he fumed as Bunnie tried to pull away from him. ‘You stupid child, with all your money and privileges yet not one ounce of commonsense.’ He glared at her for what felt like an eternity. She sensed he was waiting for a response, but she had no idea what she could have done to make him so angry.

  Adams released her from his grip and Bunnie shrank back against the hay bales, cowering as he drew closer to her, his large grease-stained hands balled into fists. He stopped a few paces away and reached down to pick up Bunnie’s discarded cigarette stub.

  ‘Where did you smoke this?’ he asked, moving closer, thrusting it in front of her face for inspection.

  Bunnie couldn’t answer; she was too scared to speak. She was visibly shaking and her bladder felt weak. If it made him this angry when she smoked a cigarette she could only imagine the trouble she would be in if she wet herself in front of him!

  Adams continued to glare at her. ‘All it would have taken was one stray spark, one glowing ember or a gust of wind and in seconds the whole stable would have gone up in flames. You stupid little girl. You could have killed every single horse; you may even have been killed yourself.’ He paused and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. ‘You will learn your lesson, young lady.’

  Bunnie could barely support herself on watery legs, her heart beating furiously in her chest. Again he bent down, this time to retrieve her riding crop, and swished it experimentally through the air. Despite her fear Bunnie felt the stirring of something else, and a shiver of excitement she couldn’t explain ran through her.

  Adams approached her slowly, absentmindedly picking up a rope horse lead, still swinging the crop by his side. ‘Hold out your hands, in front of you,’ he ordered.

  Bunnie hesitated, her arms like a dead weight by her sides. Adams suddenly brought the crop down on the hay bale next to her, the impact causing her to scream.

  ‘Do as I say, girl. Do not make this worse for yourself.’

  Bunnie quickly brought her hands together in front of her, scared of angering the brutish monster any further. He bound her wrists together with one end of the rope and fed the other through a loop on the wall normally used for tethering horses. Pulling the rope tight through it Adams spun Bunnie round to face the wall and secured her with her arms above her head, and she had to bend over the hay bale to avoid losing her balance. Even if she had not been frozen with fear she couldn’t have moved.

  She briefly wondered why she didn’t struggle or scream, but what use would that be; there was no one else around. At least that’s what she was telling herself; it had nothing to do with her growing arousal.

  She didn’t have long to consider her options; the crop whistled through the air behind her and a sharp pain spread across her right buttock. Bunnie sucked in a sharp breath. She was determined not to let Adams see any response; she simply refused to give him the satisfaction. Although her bottom was stinging from the first strike she was grateful she was wearing jeans and that the tough denim was affording her some sort of protection.

  There was another terrible whistle and she felt the fire spread across her left buttock, but again she fought the urge to cry. She tensed and waited for the next blow, feeling humiliated and trapped. From behind she heard Adams’ low laughter and a cold shiver ran down her spine. Bunnie had never so much as seen Adams smile before, so the normally innocent sound seemed sinister coming from his gravelly vocal cords.

  ‘You think you can outsmart me, girl?’ Adams said with menace. ‘I know all the tricks. You can try with all your might to keep your tongue but I know I can make you grovel. You have to learn your lesson.’

  Strong hands reached around her and fumbled with her zip. Desperately she clenched her thighs together, trying in vain to hold on to the only barrier between her flesh and the harsh leather of the crop. Oblivious to her efforts he easily yanked down her jeans and knickers. The denim gathered around her ankles, both her legs and arms now restrained.

  ‘Now let’s see how many lashes you can take on your bare arse.’

  She flinched at his touch as he slowly stroked her exposed buttocks. His rough skin scratched her as it moved slowly over her rump, and the curve of her flanks towards her thighs.

  ‘Don’t you touch me like that, you have no right, I’ll report you to the police, you’re nothing but a pervert!’ Bunnie gabbled, and immediately regretted it. He slapped her thigh hard with the palm of his hand, the sudden impact causing her to gasp.

  ‘I know what you lot get up to at the house. Tarts and whores the lot of ya. I’ve been working these grounds for forty years, man and boy, and I know what goes on behind closed doors. By the time I’m finished you’ll be begging for more, you’ll be begging me to fuck you.’

  She couldn’t speak, she couldn’t move and she couldn’t deny that what he said was true. An explosive burst of pain seared her rear as Adams landed another blow. Behind her she could hear the horses getting agitated, grunting and snorting, picking up on the heightened tension in the barn.

  Bunnie so badly wanted to put her hands over her hot bottom, but had no choice but to struggle against her restraints in the few seconds before the next blow landed. This time a scream escaped her lips and she could feel the welt begin to swell and glow. Tears sprang to her eyes and she bit her lip in an effort to stop herself from sobbing.

  Her humiliation grew as she felt Adams run a rough finger over the tramlines on her buttocks, admiring his handiwork. Bunnie heard his guttural panting, that could have been mistaken for one of the stabled animals if it hadn’t been coming from directly behind her.

  Unable to control himself any longer he dropped the whip and slapped her hard with his plate-like hand. After the burning pain of the riding crop Bunnie was almost relieved to feel the wider area of his palm spreading the warmth across her sore bottom. Bunnie felt her pussy pulse and her gasps of pain turned into moans of pleasure as she felt Adams apply a firm smack to her rapidly moistening pussy.

  She was ashamed to find herself lifting her bottom to meet the punishment, her desire growing and her juices flowing. She could feel her swollen lips opening. Still hampered by her jeans around her ankles she opened her legs as wide as she could. Adams would be able to see the physical signs of her arousal, she must be visibly wet and her inner pinkness would surely be irresistible to touch. Still Adams spanked her, a blow landing squarely between her legs, causing her to cry out.

  ‘Well, well,’ Adams said, his voice hoarse with need. ‘If I didn’t know any better I’d say you liked a good spanking.’

  Bunnie screwed her eyes up in shame, but couldn’t help arching her back and pushing her punished bottom further in the air, aching for him to touch her. Reading her signals he moved his thick finger slowly between the cleft of her buttocks, teasing her little hole before moving slowly down between her wet pussy lips. His finger slid easily along her swollen cleft, gently moving over the little nub of her clitoris. With surprising gentleness Adams circled her sensitive area, Bunnie not caring that her juices were flowing freely over his hand. All she felt were the sensations building in intensity. The sudden shock of pain as he slapped her tender bottom once more caused her to flinch and cry out, his finger continuing to stir and stroke her burning inner button, the agony and ecstasy blurring. She was soon climbing towards her orgasm.

  Aching for release she began to move her hips in time with his fingers, but his touch was too slight. In desperation she tried to trap his hand between her pussy and the hay bale. Understanding her intention Adams gave her a hard smack on the rear, causing her body to slacken and freeing his hand.

/>   ‘If you could see yourself now,’ he said. ‘Look at the state you’re in. Jeans down, arse in the air, tied to the wall in a filthy stable like an animal. You posh girls are all the same. Underneath all your expensive designer clothes you’re just dirty little sluts. You’re all just dying for a bit of rough.’

  His words should have shamed her, but Bunnie found that he was only turning her on more. As he continued to speak she gently rotated her hips, pressing her delicate mound into the rough hay.

  ‘All you want,’ he continued, ‘is a big hard cock buried inside you.’

  Bunnie was almost delirious. His words had created an ache deep inside her and she needed it to be filled. ‘Please, fuck me,’ she breathed.

  He laughed again, but underneath she could hear the unmistakeable sound of Adams unbuckling his belt. Fresh excitement flooded her body as she heard his trousers drop to the dirt floor. Then he was behind her, his hands roughly on her buttocks, spreading her cheeks wide. She knew how she must look in her position and secretly took pleasure in being on display for him. He squeezed her buttocks and pressed his hard thick cock along the crevice between her rosy-red globes. Bunnie wiggled against him and felt him grow even larger, taking satisfaction in his surprised grunt.

  ‘You really are a bad girl, aren’t you?’ he sneered, positioning the flared tip of his penis against her opening. ‘This is what you really want, isn’t it?’

  In wordless agreement Bunnie tried to impale herself on the warm flesh teasing between her legs. Adams placed his hand flat on her back, pinning her down against the hay and very slowly moved the head of his member lower, along the hot swollen cleft of her pussy, coating his engorged shaft with her juices before finally bringing it to rest just inside her opening.

  Bunnie moaned in frustration. ‘Please,’ she begged.

  At last, with one hard thrust she felt him push easily into her hot channel, his rigid flesh filling and stretching her until he was embedded to the hilt. In a steady rhythm that knocked Bunnie’s breath from her he thrust his hips, his heavy testicles bouncing against her thighs. His motion was hard and fast, penetrating her and pinning her down on the hay, thrusting furiously again and again so her legs turned to jelly and she was left panting for more. Then without warning Adams tensed and jerked and Bunnie felt him spurt his warm seed inside her.

  ‘No...’ she moaned, her whole body screaming for the same satisfaction, but he withdrew his quickly softening cock from her pussy with a wet sucking sound, leaving her tied up as he silently got dressed.

  ‘You can finish yourself off if you need it so bad,’ he muttered, not even meeting her eye.

  He untied her right hand and sat her on top of the pile of hay. Oblivious to everything except the demands of her body she filled herself with two fingers, wishing she had something bigger still inside her. She used the palm of her hand to rub her tingling clitoris as she plunged her fingers in and out of her dripping pussy, her breath now coming in short gasps as she rubbed herself in circular movements. The sensations were building again deep inside, spreading from her thighs into her tummy. She was almost there, chasing, chasing and finally catching a thunderous orgasm which racked her body, sending glorious relief through every cell.

  Bunnie opened her eyes and saw Adams watching her from the door.

  ‘Look at you; just a dirty little slut.’ He laughed as he walked out, leaving her tied to the wall with her clothes scattered over the floor, feeling horribly used.

  Chapter Two

  ‘Georgie!’ her mother’s voice carried from downstairs. ‘Hurry up darling, they’ll be here soon.’

  Georgie gave herself one last glance in the mirror and her reflection shot a dazzling smile back. Her pearlescent gown clung to her elegant frame and her shining chestnut hair fell over bare shoulders. She turned slightly to check her bottom in the mirror, and satisfied there was no visible panty line, she stubbed out her cigarette and stepped out onto the landing.

  Leaning over the balustrade she could see the top of her parents’ heads close together in conversation, their voices not loud enough for her to hear what they were saying. Unnoticed, she made her way down the grand staircase to the hallway below.

  Always impeccably turned out her parents were a handsome couple. Etiquette seemed to come naturally to them, but they were far from austere as some of their acquaintances could be. There was a warmth that flowed from them and filled any room they were in. It wasn’t until she reached the last couple of steps that they both looked up. Her father beamed and embraced her as she reached them.

  ‘Our guest of honour! Happy birthday, Pumpkin.’

  He released her and stepped back, putting an arm around her mother, and they both eyed Georgie appraisingly. Her father’s usually clear blue eyes were a little teary. ‘Can you believe it, Evie, our little girl all grown up?’

  Tears glistened in her mother’s eyes too. ‘You look beautiful, Georgina. Happy birthday darling.’ Georgie kissed her mother on both cheeks and they left the hall together to await the arrival of their guests.

  It was as Georgie predicted; her mother had invited all the usual suspects. Father Williams and his wife were the first to arrive. He was the vicar of the church on the estate. Tall and thin with only a few grey strands of hair left curling on his head, Georgie couldn’t remember him ever looking any different. He and his wife had lived in one of the estate cottages come vicarage for over forty years, and had christened both Georgie and Lily when they reached their first birthdays. It was strange to think that twenty years ago today he held her in his arms and indoctrinated her into the Christian faith. His wife was a wispy old lady but with a kind manner that was equalled by her husband.

  They spent the first few minutes after their arrival telling Georgie and her mother about the trip they’d be taking at the end of the month up to the Scottish Highlands to visit Mrs Williams’ relatives. Georgie watched her mother embrace the topic with her usual vigour, rhapsodising over the Scottish landscapes, artists and cuisine. She was always in awe of her mother’s poise and grace, the way she was able to engage anyone in conversation and put them at ease. She was a born hostess.

  They were interrupted as the next guests arrived, friends of her parents from London.

  Bunnie arrived only a few moments later so Georgie was able to slope off and speak to her friend. She didn’t seem to have inherited her mother’s flare or interest for small talk.

  ‘I’m so sorry for running off on you earlier. I don’t think I’ve seen Nurse that angry since she caught us smoking that joint in the greenhouse,’ Bunnie said, and both girls had to suppress a fit of giggles.

  Georgie lit a cigarette, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. ‘Oh my God, I’d forgotten about that. That must have been at least ten years ago,’ she said, smiling fondly at the memory. ‘Nurse is a big softy really. Her bark is much worse than her bite.’

  ‘Did she let you off then?’ Bunnie asked.

  Georgie grimaced. ‘Let’s just say I won’t be sitting comfortably through dinner.’

  Bunnie smiled sympathetically and blushed. ‘Well, maybe we can compare war wounds later. I had a run in with Adams.’ Georgie looked at her friend quizzically. ‘I’ll tell you about it later,’ Bunnie whispered as Georgie’s mother approached.

  ‘Hello Beatrice, dear,’ Eve said. ‘It’s a shame your mother couldn’t be here tonight. Tell her I send my love.’ She turned to her daughter. ‘Georgie darling, come and mingle with your guests, they’re all here for your birthday, after all.’

  Georgie smiled apologetically at Bunnie and bit back the urge to point out that they were not her guests at all, but her parents’ acquaintances. But she sighed and allowed her mother to guide her into the crowd, a smile firmly fixed on her face.

  The conservatory looked much busier now that most of the guests had arrived. The men were talking about business and the women competing about wher
e they would be holidaying next year, the unmistakable hum of upper class conversation. By the time Georgie completed a circuit of the conservatory she was exhausted, but she had also received a number of very generous gifts which certainly helped sugar the pill, and had always been a sure way to appease her.

  As she was thanking one of her dad’s friends for a pair of beautiful and very expensive diamond earrings, her mother gracefully approached and slipped an arm around her daughter’s waist. ‘Could I just steal the birthday girl away for a moment?’ she said apologetically.

  Georgie followed her mother into the hall, surprised by the unusual break from etiquette. ‘Have you seen Lily this evening?’ Eve asked.

  ‘Isn’t she back yet?’ Georgie said, confused.

  ‘Back from where? Where did she go?’

  ‘I was with her this afternoon. She said she had to go to Coxham Marsh village for a while, but she promised she’d be back for the party.’

  ‘Well she’s late,’ Eve said angrily.

  ‘Don’t worry, Mum, she’ll be here. Why don’t we just start without her?’

  Georgie was a little upset that Lily was late, but she was more concerned about keeping her mother calm. Eve liked her parties to go off without a hitch and tonight was no exception.

  ‘You’re right,’ Eve conceded, ‘the show must go on.’

  Together they walked back into the conservatory, but before they could join in any of the conversation the gong sounded for dinner and they all made their way to the dining room.

  Happily, Georgie found herself sitting between her father and a young man she had never met before. She was surprised that both she and Bunnie had missed him slipping in, and she wondered how he knew her parents. Other than Bunnie he was the only person in the room who was anywhere near her own age. He had short brown hair and deep-set hazel eyes. With unremarkable but serious features he smiled politely as she took her seat.