It was on March 15, 1932, little Anna was born to Lord and Lady Edgmont. Lord Edgmont was little pained to know that he had had a daughter. The Edgmonts' were one of the oldest families in the history of the Monarchy, serving the empire in the East. Lord Edgmont, knowing that his wife had only one chance at motherhood, would have preferred a son to continue the Edgmont lineage.
Alas, the curse was coming true. He had to pay for his brutal ways. A local mystic had cursed his family. He had "willed" that the Edgmont lineage would end with him and that his daughter would shroud his family in shame for all eternity.
Lord Edgmont looked at his dainty daughter. Was she not the embodiment of what an angel would look like? How could she shame the family? Golden hair, blue eyes and every single delicate feature of beauty had been bestowed on her. The golden stork had indeed brought a beautiful message to their home.
Why him, Lord Edgmont pondered? He had only done what was required of him as a duty. Every practical soul within his social circle admired his guts and conviction. There were some that thought that his ways were "crass." You could not be effective without breeding fear. The lesser souls of the world had to be treated that way. They were created to serve and to obey.
Little Anna grew up in the company of a native nanny and a private English tutor. Apart from the three Rs', she learnt ballet, tennis, and sword fighting. Unlike her father, she showed a clear propensity for art. Politics and other affairs of the state bored her. She could sketch very well on her own. Literature interested her. She loved music too, music of all sorts. She shocked her parents by insisting on going to native concert recitals. To her, native tunes had a sense of intrigue and mystery, as compared to the western tunes that seemed to come from the heart.
She had very little free time, as her days were programmed heavily. During the little break after tea, she would walk down the lush but untamed greens at the back of the Edgmont House, singing tunes spotting birds and generally communing with nature. The little village (where their house was located) had more rainy days than sunny ones, resulting in lush greenery. There was a huge leafy tree in the middle of the woods. A brook (technically a tributary), part of a larger river, flowed by the tree a good 50 miles into the sea. She loved swinging on the vines of the tree or just lazing under it, talking to herself. She was allowed two hours of his.
She grew up a lonely and quite girl. Anna's father was a non-entity to her, by his own doing. He ignored her. He always came late, spent his time with strange women, shouted and barked at everyone. No one liked him. In a way Anna's mother was the same. She was always very sick, and never came out of her room.
It was during one of these outings that she had met Guran. Guran was a strapping young manservant, who did odd jobs at her father's jute fields. He had been with the family for short time. He always bore an expressionless face. It creased into a smile only when he saw Anna. He grew to like the girl genuinely and would often entertain her by telling her stories, imitating animals, making crude toys, or just playing hide and seek.
Over a period of time, Anna and Guran became good friends and even though Guran's English was a little crude and broken (he had a tendency to translate his thoughts into English rather than think in English and sounded quite funny). Anna could understand what he had to say. Both Anna and Guran began to enjoy these afternoons. To Guran, Anna represented freshness and innocence. To Anna, Guran was a great friend, and at a subliminal level, a Man whom she could trust. He submitted to her every whim, breaking the rules of the game whenever Anna deemed it fit.
The other servants and locals liked the fresh white lily that Anna was. Her popularity came at two levels, one at the physical level and the second, her friendly nature. Here is little Lady they thought. Only Guran got to see the naughty and playful side that she otherwise concealed so well. Their afternoons by the leafy tree were a private affair. Guran never talked about it and neither did Anna. Not that anyone significant would have cared!
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Anna's sexual awakening came in an unrefined way. Sex education was not a part of the three Rs'. Her tutor was way too prudish and formal to impart anything as beautiful as that. Even her coming of age had been treated as if it were one more call of nature that had to be answered.
It was her father. Anna had caught her father lustily mounting her nanny. It was not just once or twice. It had happened several times. Of course, her young mind could not comprehend fully. The first time he had seen them, she had come running out. The second time, she had viewed the concert in lust for a little longer. Over repeated encounters, she was able to tell that it brought them both immense pleasures.
It involved the use of what her nanny had called "private parts." It involved a lot of spanking, pinching, and biting. It made her weak in the legs and tight in the stomach. She had even sweat sometimes, trying to comprehend the medley of emotions. There were also the final movements that reminded her of an orchestra reaching the crest of a performance build up. Owing to the fact that it reminded her of music, she associated the act with something that was good and highly pleasurable.
Then came the question of where she fit in. She was girl wasn't she? She was told that he would grow up to be a lady. Was that different from being a nanny? Would she have to do the things her nanny did? Did ladies do different things? She pondered.
Guran noticed a difference in the girl. A girl, who usually skipped her way to the leafy tree, singing and holding her frock wide to allow free movement of her legs, had started walking with a serious expression on her face. Anna looked at Guran differently. She had seen him naked an innumerable number of times before. But these days, her eyes swung downward to observe his sex. The dark brown, limp, shaft dangled between his thighs and swayed from side to side as he walked toward her, akin to an elephant's trunk. An alien emotion crept into her and hit very badly between the legs. She had seen it before of course and couldn't quite tell why she had not absorbed its presence.
Her life being highly programmed, she had always gone down to the leafy tree by the brook when Guran was either starting or finishing his bath. At times he would be completely dressed. At times, he would just be stepping into the brook. Nowadays it was different and she couldn't tell why it had not impacted her before.
One fine day, Anna decided to ask him. Guran had just emerged from the brook and was walking toward the tree, upon whose trunk, his clothes where hanging. He picked his clothes and was about to wear them, when Anna said "Stop. What is this?"
"This is my tool, fair one," he said smiling and wondering what caused her to ask such a question, now. Anna had never been told about tools, she had only heard something pedantic about "private parts."