During his usual Thursday visit to town, Roger called in at the Job Centre and asked for Miss Matthews. "She's off sick," he was told but the girl wouldn't give any more details. That same afternoon Roger took Milly to her house and not receiving any reply to their knock, went in and collected her stuff. Roger admired and praised some of her paintings that adorned the walls. Mostly they were of scenes and buildings but there was a particularly good likeness of Jessica. It was fortunate Roger had a large car for Milly had over the years, accumulated a considerable amount of clothing and other stuff. Eventually they packed it all without sorting and returned to the Old Rectory. Milly brought most of her pictures except for ones she said she had specifically given to Jessica as presents and of course, the portrait.

Over the next two days, Milly rearranged her room to her liking. A table was found in another room and put under the window where the light was good and Milly made that area her 'studio'.

Saturday evening Roger spoke to them over dinner. "Ladies, you are both now able to get around quite well and although I know you are not fully fit, I think the time has come when we should once again start working on the house. Gee that was the prime reason I employed you but now as you know there are other considerations. I know you are both keen to get on with this book and I am keen for you to do it but I do want to get this place in a little better shape. To get some of the other rooms cleared and the whole place decorated. So what I suggest is this. From Monday you will spend at least four hours in the morning working on the house or house work. In the afternoon you do the work you want to do provided dinner is not neglected. We can be flexible about this, if you wish to work on your stuff in the morning and the house in the afternoon or evening, that's fine. Or even a whole day on the house and a day on the book. As I said, we can be flexible but I do want to see some work being done to make this place a little more presentable."

"Thank you Prime Minister!" laughed Gee. "I think we can agree to that can't we Milly?"

"We have to live her too, so yes we should try and smarten things up for our own benefit," Milly agreed.

Sunday was to be a free day. A day for doing whatever they wanted. All were relaxing in lounge, Milly sketching, Roger reading a novel and Gee pecking at a typing exercise, when "Boom, Boom Boom". Someone was at the door. Gee answered it. Jessica stood on the step with a taxi waiting behind her.

"What do you want, bitch?" Gee greeted the woman, "I don't think you will be very welcome here."

"I know and I won't stay. I've come to apologise and to give you this." Jessica spoke quietly. Gee noticed she was shaking and there were tears in her eyes. Her face seemed markedly paler and there was now an air of uncertainly about her, an air of blankness. She handed over a long box which from its label had originally held a billiard cue.

Seeing how Jessica now looked Gee relented and suggested, "If you are going to apologise, you had better come in. We are going to make some tea shortly so if you wish to stay send your taxi away."

Milly's face went white when Jessica entered the room and she noticed the box in Gee's hand. "NO!" She cried out in alarm.

"I'm sorry Mildred, I didn't intend to frighten you. I came to say how sorry I was for what I had done. I am getting treatment through my work's medical scheme. They said I had a medical condition not unlike schizophrenia whereby I change character completely when something triggers it. In my case it was having someone helpless. I know it got worse over the previous months. Each time you were helpless I had to go further than I had before until last." Jessica's voiced trailed off and then picked up again, "I could have killed you and Gertrude if Roger hadn't arrived. My treatments are making me remember and that is very painful, mentally and physically."

"But why have you brought the box? Surely you don't expect to use it again?" Milly asked. She obviously knew what it contained, although the others could guess."

"I brought it for Roger to use. You quite liked it when I used it on you at first and Gee has experimented a little in that direction too. Roger would, I believe, be able to control its use much better than I did. First though, I want it used on me." Jessica opened the box and produced a long cane. "It was the most expensive one in the catalogue," she went on as she stroked its smooth polished surface shining in the light and showed them the intricate rope work on the handle. "It's much better than a twig," Jessica added as she handed the cane to Roger.

Roger, who had been dumbfounded until now, thanked her for it saying, "It will probably be safer in my hands although I doubt if it will get much use. Certainly I won't be using it on the girls for a while. And no, I won't be using it on you either. I've seen the suffering Gee and Milly have gone through. I might lose control and then regret the suffering I cause."

"I understand, but it might help my rehabilitation if I felt some of the suffering I inflicted. Before I ask you to call a taxi for me, please let me explain a little of what my psychologist drew out of my background." Roger nodded, Gee and Milly were not sure they wanted to know and said so.

"Jessica is sick in the sense that it means 'ill'. Getting the story off her chest may help her recover, so I think we should hear it," Roger told them. Somewhat reluctantly the others agreed to listen.

"When I was about twelve years old," Jessica began her story, "I had a girl friend whose mother and father were very strict with her. One day we were out playing in the fields and didn't notice the time and when we realized we would be late for tea we rushed back but she fell on the way and got her clothes very muddy. Her mother and father were very angry at us and told my friend, Mary, to take her dress off. Mary was crying as she had some idea she was to be punished. In my innocence I thought it was to get her dress washed. Mary's mother then ordered her to lie over her lap which she did. Her father pulled her knickers right off and said to me. "I cannot punish you but you must watch her get hers." I admit I was fascinated by the sight of my friend's bottom and open hairless sex. Father handed his wife a hairbrush and she spanked Mary's bottom hard until the poor girl was sobbing and her flesh was red all over. I had a strange tingling inside my thighs and even at that age had some idea what it was. When I thought her punishment was over she was passed to her father who proceeded to overlay her redness with stripes from his belt. Poor Mary then had to sit naked alongside me at the table while we ate tea. Afterwards her mother suggested I should put cream on Mary's bottom. I did this in the privacy of her bedroom and even played with her pussy which she seemed to like. This was the start of my liking for punishing girls and of my lesbian tendencies. My relationship with Mary continued for some years and I got to punish her myself and we made love many times.

At university, I found another girl who I could dominate and punish and eventually we were able to share a room together and even for a while afterwards. She did all the house chores and I punished her if they weren't up to standard. At that time I had a nice leather tawse. Later Mildred came along. I treated her the same but then bought the cane. Every time I wielded the cane or strap I left my real world and became a mistress with a slave who had to be punished severely. Sometimes I was a plantation owner, sometimes Cleopatra or Katherine the Great or a Roman empress and the girl under my control was just there for punishment and my pleasure. And I did get great pleasure from seeing the seeing the stripes appear and hearing the squeals and screams knowing I was in control, knowing I had power, power to cause pain and suffering just for my pleasure. Afterwards I made love with the girls and gave them some pleasure too. It was also why I liked my job. I had power there too. Power to withhold money or cause people to do things they really didn't want to do, especially girls." Jessica paused and looked at Gee. "Sorry," she said, "I knew you didn't want most of the schemes I sent you on."

"Sodding Bitch," was Gee's succinct reply.

"Now, although my psychologist hasn't said so, I feel that the only way for me to get better and off the drugs I have to take now, is to submit myself to the same sort of punishment and humiliation as I have been dishing out. Submitting to a man would be even worse. Roger, will you tie me to the post and punish me like I punished the girls? Punish me hard and cruelly and make me submit to you in any way you wish as a helpless slave."

Everyone was taken aback by the request particularly Roger. "Jessica, let me get this clear. You are asking me to strip you naked, tie you up, thrash you with this cane as hard as I want anywhere I want and afterwards to fuck you?"

"Y.e.s," Jessica said slowly and quietly, "It's not that I want to feel the pain and yet in a way, I do. It is more than that. I believe until I have been on the receiving end and know what it is like to fully be at the mercy of another and have to take all the pain he or she can give, then I will keep reverting to my second self."

"Jessica, you have never allowed a man to fuck you," Milly piped up.

"Just too afraid of losing control." Jessica hung her head again.

There was silence for a few moments Then Roger spoke. "Girls, how about making us a pot of tea while I consider this. I don't want to make a snap decision that I will regret and possibly you will regret too. Tea came and they all made awkward conversation all wondering what Roger would say. Gee dearly wanted to see the biddy bitch get her arse caned but Milly was more circumspect. She wondered if the violence to Jessica would just increase her meanness.

"Jessica, Jess everyone here uses a short version of their name, this is what I have decided to do. I am not going to give you a thrashing today. It is too close to the time you whipped the girls so terribly and I don't think you have thought about it long enough yourself to know if you are correct in your assumptions that it will help cure you. It will also give the treatment you are getting now a chance to work. I suggest you go home until Friday week, four weeks, a month after you beat the girls. If you still believe being at our mercy as a slave then on that day, come here with an overnight bag and the few things you might need for a weekend stay. You will only need clothes to arrive and leave in. Once you enter our door on that day you will come under our control, the girls and mine. They will be your mistresses just as I will be your master. Whether you decide to come here is your choice. We will not influence you either way. Understood?" Jessica nodded.

Roger continued, "Today, to give you a foretaste of what might be in store for you, you are going to strip naked except for your shoes and socks, the stone floors are not good for bare feet, and lie over the back of the armchair and take ten bare hand smacks on your backside from each of us. Afterwards you are to help the girls prepare our evening meal. If there is a risk of hot fat splashing on you, then you can wear an apron, otherwise you will remain naked. The girls are your mistresses and are allowed to do as they will with you however humiliating. They are not allowed to use the cane on you though. And I will not fuck you. Understood?" Jessica again nodded "I'll give you ten minutes to make up your mind. If you are in this room when the clock strikes 3:30 you will undress and prepare to have your bum smacked and allow your body to be played with by us all. If you decide not to undertake this trial, go to the porch and I will drive you home." Roger took the girls into the kitchen closing the door behind them. They washed the teacups and waited anxiously. It seemed a long ten minutes.

Ding, dong ding dong. The trio filed back into the lounge. Jessica was unbuttoning her dress.

They watched in silence as she peeled her matronly clothing from her plump figure. No one would have called her a beauty queen even twenty years ago, but she had what is sometimes called a cuddly figure. Full breasts, full arse and plenty of flesh in between. She hesitated momentarily when down to bra and knickers, but went on to remove them without being told.

"Turn round Jess," Roger commanded. She did. "Again." Again she complied. "Good, now over the armchair." Without a murmur she did as she was told. Gee tied her wrists to the front legs of the chair while Roger tied her ankles at the back.

"She's not going far now Rog," Gee laughed, "And there is plenty of spanking space on her bum. Can I go first?" Roger told her to carry on. "Is it ten total or ten per cheek," Gee asked knowing full well what the answer was but it made Jess realise just how much at their mercy she was.

"Why don't we just do ten total to start with Gee and then if we think it is necessary repeat it again. That way our hands will have a rest." Gee spanked her hardest and succeeded in making Jess cry out. Roger rubbed his hands over the warmed flesh and into her crack. Jess flinched knowing it was the first time a man's finger had felt in that place.

Milly took her place alongside Jess and surprised everyone by asking Gee to kneel down between the woman's legs and force her knees apart as far as possible. "Oh no, Millicent, not there, not with everyone watching. Please."

"Be quiet Jess, you did this to me enough times." Jess's cunt was now well displayed and Milly standing alongside the victims right hip brought her hand down lengthways to the arse crease and landed a smart hard blow right on her vaginal lips. Jess cried and howled but Milly laid all ten on the same place. "Feel how warm she is there now Rog," Milly suggested. He did. Her slit was also moist.

Gee felt her as well and pushed two fingers right inside. "She's no virgin even if she hasn't had a man's cock," she commented.

Roger took his turn and smacked both cheeks very hard, five times. His mind recalled the suffering this woman had caused his loved one and Milly. "Do we get to repeat the performance Rog?" asked Gee.

"Perhaps, but I think we'll wait until we see how she behaves in the kitchen. Untie her now."

"Wait a moment please," Milly chimed in, "There is something I would like to do although I have never done it with others watching." She knelt behind Jess and pushed her face to the woman's cunt and started tonguing the opening. Jess started to respond and was soon half unwillingly moving her bottom on the Milly's face. All who watched could see Jess was building up to a huge climax. Milly pulled her face away, "Let's untie her and start dinner."

"Please Millicent, don't stop, please."

Smack! "You did that to me enough times, biddy bitch." Milly still had some feeling for her late mistress but they were being overridden by remembrance of the whipping she had received.

"I do need to go to the toilet, please," Jess begged.

"And it looks as if Rog needs some relief too," Gee remarked as she felt his hard cock through his trousers, "We all had to pee while he watched after she punished us, lets all watch her and give Roger's cock an airing at the same time."

Despite her protests Jess was taken to the bathroom and sat on the toilet. She cried out as her sore arse hit the wooden seat and again tried to protest as Gee forced her knees apart. "Remember this is only a taste of what you will get if you come back in a couple of weeks," she said, "And taste is going to be the right word." Her hands quickly opened Roger's flies and remove his throbbing cock and pulled it to Jess. "Roger said he wouldn't fuck you but you are going to get his spunk in your belly if by a different route. Open your mouth biddy bitch!" Only when Gee nipped the woman's nipples did she reluctantly comply.

"You had better work that mouth more than that biddy bitch. If he hasn't shot his load in double quick time, I will take his belt and whip your tits and then make you try again."

"It is her first time Gee," Milly pointed out.

Roger assisted by gently holding Jess's head and moving his hips back and forth. He hadn't intended to do this but now the warmth of her mouth around his shaft felt so nice he was going to continue until he shot his load. Something he did a few minutes later. "Lick my cock nice and clean," he ordered the blushing woman, "Swallow it all down." Jess had looked around to see where she spit out the stuff but now she knew they weren't going to let her.

When Roger returned his cock inside his trousers, Jess went to tear a sheet of paper to wipe herself but Gee stopped her. "Roger will do that for you like he did for us after our thrashing."