Jeremy lay in his bed gently massaging his hard on and wondered about the woman in the next room. She was quite a find. "Yes, quite a find. Not that I expected a woman like that when I invited her here. I expected a really old hag. It was really only my better nature that asked her to stay. Had to do something to spite that fat shopkeeper. I couldn't see her spend the night in the open in that filthy weather either. If she'll stay she may be better than getting someone from the Job Centre. No youngster but not bad looking and definitely experienced in taking punishment." He rubbed his cock harder. "I wonder what her typing skills are like? Perhaps her fingers will be better employed around my cock but if she can type then maybe I can get this damned journal translated."

The journal he referred to was an old leather bound book and started in 1831 by one Josiah Winsberly. "Damn that man," Jeremy mused, "Why did he have to write it in code? Did he think he was Samuel Pepys? Bad enough the writing is faded." However, he already knew the answer to that question, if the contents had been read while he was still alive he would almost certainly have been imprisoned or even hanged. So far he had only cracked the code and started on the first few pages but it was laborious to do it by hand. It was only a simple transposition of characters where A had become N and B transferred to O etc. It had taken him longer to crack than it should have because Josiah had added the numbers 0 to 9, the ampersand and the word 'the' written as /, as characters at the end of the alphabet. It was made a little more difficult as it was not always easy to distinguish between the numeral 0 and a capital letter O. Jeremy wondered at the education of the man and why he didn't rise to a position higher than warden at a workhouse. "I guess there were other compensations," Jeremy mused, "Maybe I'll find out when I get the this book translated. Jack Shearer said he could write me a computer programme for it once he had the code."

Margaret lay awake for only a short time. Not having slept properly for a week or more and being in a warm soft bed with a full belly, exhaustion overcame her and she slept through to near daybreak. Pulling the loaned robe around her she quietly went to the bathroom and peed. For while she sat on the loo thinking of the man and what he might do to or with her. He seemed straight enough but he had spanked her and she could still feel the effects as she sat on the seat. Returning to the bedroom she debated whether or not to get up and get away from this somewhat gloomy house but the wind driven rain on the window quickly quashed that idea. The bedroom might be a little chilly but under the covers on, lying on a mattress she was snug and warm. "He said he would give me the choice of staying or leaving in the morning. I'll wait until then and hear what he says," she told herself.



"My proposition is this, Margaret." They had finished breakfast. Margaret now dressed in her own clean clothes, sat in the old wooden Windsor chair by the stove. There was no cushion so she moved around a little to make herself as comfortable as she could with a tender behind. "I've had much worse," she told herself as she waited for Colonel Jeremy to begin. Rain still beat against the glass of the windows. Since her spanking the Colonel had kept his word and behaved as a perfect gentleman. True to his word, she'd had a room to herself for the night. It may not have been luxurious. Just an iron frame bed, but the mattress was clean and he had provided fresh sheets and blankets. Margaret for her part, tried to put her fear of him aside and behave as if the situation was a normal one.

"I need someone to help clean this place up. Two local women have already been to look at the job and turned it down as being far too big for the wages I sort to pay. A cleaning firm quoted an astronomical price to make a start on the downstairs rooms. If you are prepared to help with the work, I will provide board and lodging and we can negotiate wages at around minimum rate."

"Sir, it is not the work I am afraid of and it would be nice to have a roof over my head at nights but after last night, I am fearful you might punish me more and more. I have had enough of that sort of life. Living here alone with you, I fear also that you will want to do more than look at me."

"You are of course right in that respect. Last night I gave you my word I wouldn't attempt to fuck you and you would be free to go in the morning. You can go immediately if you wish. However, if you stay, yes, I will expect to have sex you. You are an attractive woman and living alone with you, I know I would find the temptation to bed you, rather overwhelming. So you must take that into consideration when you make your decision." Margaret nodded. "From the stripes on your body, I doubt if my punishment last night was very significant." Margaret again nodded affirmatively. "Do you know what it is like to sleep with a man? Or have you kept yourself all these years for Mr. Right?" Margaret hung her head, blushing furiously. This puzzled the Colonel but he went on, "Yes I do get very horny and would make demands on your body but it would never be rape. If you stoutly refuse me, then you will have your way but I guess your stay here will be short. To be blunt and brutally honest, I will expect you to agree to share my bed for at least a semi permanent job. As to any punishments, they would be commensurate with the crime. Attacks on my character will, like last night, always demand retribution. Other faults such as laziness, would be dealt with on the severity of the offense. I may also wish to spank you to warm you up ready for sex. That was something I learned in the India where I was provided with a young woman for my enjoyment but it was only after her arse was well warmed, that she responded with great alacrity in bed. Since then I have found many other women respond in that way. Most punishments would be a hand spanking but I do have a variety of straps and canes for the more serious offenses."

"So you actually want a whore housekeeper? Bet you didn't put that in your advert for a house cleaner."

The Colonel looked at her sharply and then noticed the smile on her face. "No, I didn't use those exact words." He too smiled and then turned more serious. "You said last night, you had worked as a secretary. Does that mean you can type?"

"Yes Sir, but I'm a bit rusty now and I haven't had anything much to do with computers except on a couple of my temporary jobs. I had an electric typewriter at home but lately didn't get to use it much."

"You may have to brush up on those skills as well if you stay. I need someone who ideally is, in the parlance of today, multi-skilled. Someone who is prepared to muck in with whatever needs doing. In this old place it could be anything from changing a light bulb to cooking to cleaning to ."

"Lying on a bed with legs wide open?" interrupted Margaret.

"That would be a bonus," smiled Jeremy. "No need for a rush decision though. My car is due to be returned at noon. You have until then to make up your mind. Wander around the house and grounds if the weather allows. See what you might be expected to do. See the extent of the cleaning. If we do it all, it will be a mammoth task but I guess the further rooms will be left until I decide if and how the place with be converted. For now I want to get the living spaces clean and modernised without looking modern and a few spare rooms for guests if any come here. Feel free to look anywhere except in my study where I will be working. I'll make coffee at ten-thirty and you can ask questions then. If you decide to leave, you can either walk out of the door or I will drive you to town. At least you will have a full belly and clean clothes. If you decide to stay, I will still take you to town for a check up at the clinic, and to get whatever else you would need to stay here. I'll leave you alone for the time being to think about what I have said."

Had Colonel Saunders-Smythe been a religious man he would have prayed she would decide to stay but he'd given his word that she was free to go and would hold himself to it however much his fantasy mind wanted her captive, chained and ready for him to whip and rape. Margaret might no longer be young but she still had some fire in her and with the right persuasion she might be able to satisfy his desire not just for sex, but his love of tenderising a woman and warming her body with a cane or strap before taking her unmercifully.



Margaret sat in the passenger seat of the Mitsubishi 4x4 and peered through the windscreen at the puddles that still littered the road and glinted in the headlights. The rain had ceased for the time being but it could start again at any moment. She wondered if she had made the right decision by accepting the position of 'whore housekeeper'. It was not the decision she wanted to make but the other option was far worse. How long would she live outside in this weather? She was no stranger to sex, even forced sex but how much force would be use? He'd said be wouldn't rape her, she could refuse him but her time in the warm and dry would be limited. With winter fast approaching she would have to acquiesce. Would the man who seemed to have experienced sex in various countries make her do things that might be abhorrent to her? Would he thrash her often? They had agreed on a fortnight's trial, with each having the option to terminate the agreement at that time. In her mind she looked at it as a fourteen day prison sentence but would that be any worse than the life she had led till now? Perhaps if she stayed a month at the end she would have a reference and enough money to pay her lodging.

At the clinic her tests revealed a clean bill of health, as she knew it would and they gave her a prescription for contraceptive pills. She had been taking them all the time she was with her father and she didn't want to start a family now, certainly not with this strange military man. They had done the rounds of the charity shops and bought a few clothes that fitted her and on to a work outfitters where they obtained overalls and other necessary clothing for cleaning in a dirty environment. Now they were nearly back 'home'. The workhouse that was to be her home for at least a fortnight. A huge monstrosity of a house, three storeys high but solidly built of red brick with a slate roof. So far she hadn't seen but a fraction of it and only glimpsed its real size when she left in the car. Now again they were arriving back to the gloomy tomb in the dark.

They cooked a meal, washed up and then sat in front of a coal and wood fire supping a glass of wine. To Margaret this all seemed too good to be true. He'd not made any advances to her and treated her like a lady when they were in town. She chose the clothes she wanted for outside the house, but he had made it clear at the outset, the cost would come out of her wage packet although not in one lump sum. It was because of this she'd spent so much time in the charity shops. He bought and paid for her work clothes and she guessed she would be wearing them most of the time. They had visited a small computer shop and there was the rather odd conversation about ciphers and him ordering an old computer with the codes set up. What was that all about? Questions kept coming to her mind. Would he allow her out on her own? Would she get time off? How much say would she get in the running of things? How often would she have to submit to him. Would she be punished? How badly? How severe would the warming before sex be?. As they sat comfortably in front of the fire she decided now perhaps was the time to ask.

"Colonel? Jeremy? What is my position here really going to be? Whore? Housekeeper? Slave worker? General dog's body? Secretary? Or what? Sitting here like a woman of leisure, I'm confused."

"I can rule out some of those. You won't be a whore because as I understand it a whore has sex with anyone. I shall keep you to myself. Slave worker? No. I shall expect a good days work done but you won't be worked from early morning to late at night but the hours will have to be flexible. As we agreed I will pay you by the week and not by the hour so there wont be a set starting or finishing time. General dog's body? In some ways yes. I shall expect you to try and tackle whatever tasks come along that are within your capabilities. Housekeeper obviously but perhaps the best description for you will be unmarried wife. We'll do things like a married couple except it may be more like a Victorian couple where the man was the master. Has that made it any clearer for you?"

Margaret nodded and muttered that it seemed not much different to her life at home. Tears came to her eyes. Jeremy noticed this and said, "Perhaps, perhaps not." For a while he sat and stared at her until she began to feel uncomfortable. "Take off you clothes Margaret." It was an order. An order from an officer, "I want to have a good look at you."

"This is it," she thought. "Might as well get it over with." Starting to peel off her clothes she asked, "Jeremy, wouldn't you like to put some music on and make me do a strip tease dance?"

"Not this time. Just get them off." It wasn't long before Margaret stood naked before him, half hiding her breasts and pubic area with her arms. "Put your hands behind your neck. I said I wanted a good look at you woman." From the tone of his voice Margaret knew he was in military mode and hastened to obey. "Come closer." As soon as she was close enough, Jeremy started fondling her breasts and then thrust his hand between her legs. It took only a short massage before Margaret's juices were flowing.

"At least he's waited until I am wet," she thought, "That's more than father ever did." Shortly afterward she found herself leaning over the arm of the settee while Jeremy's cock thrust into her, doggie style. Although he did his best to give Margaret some satisfaction by playing with her clit as he fucked, he climaxed and shed his seed in her before her orgasm. "That's nothing new," Margaret said to herself but was surprised and pleased when her partner never left her in this unsatisfied state but continued to masturbate her until she came as well. "Thank you Sir," she muttered when they parted and once again sat side by side. "Do you wish me to clean you Sir?"

"That would be nice, Margaret." The Colonel had reverted to what Margaret now called his civilian mode, "That is if you don't mind." She didn't. It was a task she had performed almost daily for many years. Kneeling between his legs she opened his flies as wide as possible and sucked on his soft, sticky member until it was clean.

"Thank you Margaret. I think I ought to perform the same service on you now." The statement shook her. Only once, when she was very young had her father done this. The surprise must have shown in her face because the Colonel went on, "You're not used to that?" Margaret shook her head. "Well we'll just have to see how you like it. Where I was in India, sex was almost part of their religion and it was considered a duty to make sure both partners were well and truly satisfied. I learned a lot from the woman they gave me as a temporary wife."

"Is that what you want me to be? Just temporary?" For a few moments Jeremy thought he had offended her but then saw her smile.

"Just change places with me and we'll worry about job descriptions later," Jeremy smiled too as he laved her cunt and sucked her clit.