[This is a serialized story, being published chapter by chapter]

Chapters published till now: 2 / Total chapters: 9

The Lady and the Lesbian (Text + Audio)

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• Chapter 3
• Chapter 4
• Chapter 5
• Chapter 6
• Chapter 7
• Chapter 8
• Chapter 9

 

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As I lay exhausted and aching all over, the blankets draped over me on Maria’s bed, I realised I’d never been this happy or this satisfied. Pressing the bell in the wall above my head would bring servants racing to my room to attend to my every desire. It was all so different to how I thought my life would go.

I was brought up in a tiny village, my childhood spent slaving over our smallholding, tending to father’s animals or weeding his crops, wishing all the while that there might be more to life than farming. I had little hope for the future. The girls in my village either got married and tended to their husband instead of their land, or they remained with their parents forever. I yearned for something more but had no idea how such a thing might be achieved or even what that something might be.

It all changed when I was standing next to the fire at the end of yet another exhausting day not long after turning eighteen, trying to warm my frozen mud coated fingers at the pathetic flickering flame in the grate. Rain dripped from the end of my thin dress, the fabric clinging to my skin and making me even colder.

My father coughed behind me to attract my attention. I turned in time to see him put down his tankard of ale and fold his arms across the ragged woollen jumper covering his chest. His expression scared me, it looked as if he was about to tell me something he knew would upset me.

“Lizzie my girl,” he said, taking a deep breath before continuing. “You’re eighteen now.”

“I am aware of that father,” I replied, pushing my back towards the fire, hoping the ice in my limbs might thaw at least a little. “I thought you were not though.”

“Meaning?”

“No gift for becoming an adult, not even a mention of my birthday.”

“I was at market,” he shrugged. “Tell me Lizzie, do you have any intentions of marrying?”

“No father.”

“No boys who catch your eye? Jonathan perhaps?”

“The baker’s son? He has his interests elsewhere, in the farmyard if rumours are to be believed.”

“No one else?”

“No father.”

“I thought not.” He lapsed into silence for a moment as if trying to decide how to word what he wanted to say. “I have a new wife,” he said at last.

I almost fell backwards into the fire. “Mother’s only been dead for six months. Did you meet her at the funeral?”

The door scraped open and a short figure in black walked in with an umbrella over her head. She shook the raindrops from it before folding it and turning to me, lifting her veil as she did so. She looked little older than me but her eyes had the icy coldness of a woman who has seen much and done much, none of it wholesome. I glanced down at her well fed body and buxom chest, so different to my own undersized and malnourished frame.

“My case is sitting in the rain,” she said bluntly. “Is it to remain there all day?”

“No of course not my love,” father said. “Lizzie, go and fetch it.”

“What? Why can she not bring it in herself?”

“Because I am a weak woman,” she said, her bulky arms betraying her lie. “Do as your father says.”

I opened my mouth to protest but then closed it again. It wasn’t worth the fight. Walking outside into the rain, I found two large and heavy cases dumped in the mud by the driver of a carriage who was already climbing back behind his horses.

“Can you help me?” I asked, heaving at the first case. He laughed in response and whipped the horses into life, the wheels flicking up mud as he rode out of our yard. I grabbed the brass handle of the case and began dragging it through the doorway, setting it down as soon as it was over the threshold.

“It’s covered in filth you wicked child!” the woman snapped. “Have you no common sense?”

“What was I supposed to do?”

“Lift it of course. Go and get the other one at once!”

I turned and headed back outside. The second case was already gone, no doubt greedily being unpacked at that moment by one of the more unsavoury residents of our village.

I walked back inside. My father was nowhere to be seen and nor was the first case but the woman was still there, hurling a week’s worth of coal onto the fire in one heaped shovelful. “Where is the other case?”

“Gone.”

“Gone? You mean you’ve stolen it you little thief. Come here at once!” She grabbed me by the shoulder, twisting my arm painfully as she threw me towards the table, bending me over it so my chest pressed into the rough wood.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

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“Teaching you a lesson long overdue,” she replied, lifting my dress above my buttocks, exposing my posterior to her gaze. I tried to squirm away but she was far too strong for me. There was a whipping sound and then a sudden stinging sensation on my bottom as she smacked me as hard as she could. I again tried to squirm away as a scream of pain escaped me.

My father appeared from the bedroom, taking in the sight before him. “What is all this noise?” he asked, looking from one of us to the other. “Unhand my daughter Maude.

The woman let go of me at last and I stood up, tears running down my cheek as I pushed my dress back down into place. We both spoke at once.

“She stole my case and disrespected me.”

“Father, she struck me.”

He folded his arms and looked at us both. I was hopeful that he would side with me when he met my gaze but then he looked away. “Apologise to Maude for losing her case,” he said quietly.

I opened my mouth to protest but his new wife silenced me. “Go to bed! I shall discuss this with your father and we will speak to you together in the morning.”

There was no discussion in the morning. I awoke to milk the cows and when I returned to the house, father had gone, leaving me alone with the Maude woman who glared at me undisguised contempt as I ate my meagre breakfast of cold porridge.

“Your father has been forced to visit town to replace my missing things,” she said as I spooned the greasy mass into my mouth. “They were not cheap so I hope you are happy with your ill gotten gains.”

I did not answer, hoping she would leave me alone.

“Oh, get out of my sight.”

I left the house and walked into the woods at the far end of the village. Sitting on my favourite tree stump, I pondered on what to do. Maude had to go, that much was obvious. But how to achieve such a thing? By the time I made my way back to the house to feed the chickens, I was no closer to an answer. As I threw the grain to them, I heard a sound through the shuttered window. It sounded like a woman moaning. Was Maude in pain? I hoped so as I put down the bucket and tiptoed through the mud to the shutters, tugging one aside far enough to allow me to peer in at a sight which shocked me to my very core, changing my life forever.

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