English Pub Landlady Ep 14

The 7th day of August 1877.

It has been five years since I came to Yew Tree Farm and I have just found out that I am with child. Everyone on the farm is delighted. We never thought that it would happen.

I want to record my life so far. Maybe no-one will read it but I want to write it because I don't get to write much these days.

I was born way up north in the Blackmore Vale part of Dorset. My parents were not good. My father and mother both drank a lot and sometimes they didn't work. I had to fend for myself much of the time. The local parson was a good man. His wife made sure that I had food and simple but clean clothes. She was the teacher at the village school. She saw to it that I had my numbers and letters. I could read some parts of the bible but not all.

At the age of twelve the parson's wife found me a place in the house of an old lady a few villages down the Vale. She was very good to me. I had to work hard but I had time to read and write. She was very keen on girls reading and writing. A lot of people thought that it was odd.

There was a cook and I helped her as well as doing most of the cleaning. I was glad that the washing was done by women in the village.

I had a warm bed and three meals a day as well as clean clothes. I even had a little money to spend on myself. Mostly I would buy little things from the Hawkers who passed through our village: ribbons and other furbelows. I put some coins away each week in the hope that someday I should be wed. It is not good to go into a marriage empty handed.

Years passed and I had every reason to be happy but sometimes a lust would take me. There would be such a feeling between my legs. At night in my bed I would do things to myself that I knew were wrong.

When I was seventeen I heard that my parents had died in a fire. One of them had knocked over a candle while they were having a drunken row. I was sad but not as sad as I thought I would be.

At the age of nineteen my world fell apart; the old lady died. Her family had no reason to take care of me. The old lady left me five pounds in her will. The family didn't know if that would be too much for me so they gave me three sovereigns. I was grateful.

I was also grateful that they found me a place at a big house in the south of the county. I had never travelled that far before.

Nobody was interested in my reading and writing. I had to share a bed with another girl right up at the top of the house. I told her that I had my own room before. She thought that I was a bit snooty. She had never slept alone in her whole life. It made it difficult when the lust hit me. I had to be very quiet in bed. Sometimes I could hear her doing things to herself as well.

After I had been there a week the master asked to see me. He said that it was his duty to make sure that all the new girls were good. He made me bend over a chair while he pulled down my bloomers. He pushed my feet apart and then he pushed his hard pizzle into my muff. I knew that I shouldn't like it but I really did. It was the thing that I had been waiting for all those years.

The master said that he wasn't sure about me so he called his son in from the next room. He tupped me and said that I was good but he wasn't sure. The master pulled a cord to call his butler.

When the butler came and saw me bent over with my bloomers down he said, "Should I fetch the cane M'lord?"

The master told him that they were testing my cunt. I'd never heard it called that before. He wanted the butler's opinion. He tupped me and declared me a little too wet for a really good girl but still satisfactory.

In bed that night I told the other girl about it. She said it was quite normal. She was glad when I arrived as they would give her a rest.

From then on I was tupped regularly. I was a bit worried about getting into baby trouble but nothing happened.

And then one day, when I was nearly twenty-one, disaster struck. I was bent over in the master's study. The young master was tupping me while his lordship was waiting for his turn. He was doing really well. If he didn't push me over the edge I was certain that his father would. They were very considerate like that. I didn't know what it was called but if it didn't happen they would call the butler and one time the under butler to help.

I could feel that I was getting close when her ladyship burst into the room clutching a letter or something.

When she saw me being tupped she was livid. She wanted me dismissed but firstly she wanted the butler to cane my backside raw.

The butler knew it wasn't my fault so he gave me one token stroke with the cane and some money, one sovereign, from his lordship. I thought that he was going to tup me but he didn't so I knew things were pretty serious. He told me that his sister knew of a farmer who was looking for a wife for his son. The girl had to be fond of being tupped. He thought that I fitted the bill. He gave me the address and put me on a cart that was travelling that way.

I had to meet the farmer's wife in a pub in the village near to Yew Tree Farm. She told me that if I married her son, I would have to do it of my own free will. If I didn't want to, she said that she knew of a chicken farm where she could get me a job.

It was a bit funny because her name was Mary and my name is Mary. We both laughed and she said we could get over that. She asked me what my middle name was. She said I could be called Mary Candida or just Candida. It was up to me.

She was very frank and she told me not to be shy. She asked me all about my feelings about being tupped and all that. She didn't judge me. She told me that nobody on the farm would judge me.

She asked me if I liked being tupped. When I said that I did she asked me if I would like to be tupped more or tupped less. I thought for a bit and she told me to be honest so I told her more.

She asked me, if I had the choice, would I like to be tupped by the same man for the rest of my life or by several men. She told me to be honest. I coloured up a little but I told her several.

He explained about the customs and rituals they had on Yew Tree Farm. She said that she enjoyed them and never felt any shame.

She didn't want me to decide straight away. I could stay in the pub overnight and walk out with her son tomorrow.

She asked me if I had any questions. I asked her if there were any books to read on the farm. She was delighted that I could read and even more so when I told her I could write.

She said that she loved to read by candlelight in the evening and that she had at least thirty books. Her husband would bring a second hand book back from Dorchester Market if he thought she would like it.

The next morning Young Edward knocked on the pub door. He was a little shy but smartly dressed. I think that I loved him as soon as I saw him.

We walked and we talked for hours. He told him the things that he liked and I told him most of the things that I liked.

I asked if he would mind not being the only one to tup his wife. He said not at all. It was the way it should be. He said that he would be very proud to know that the farm men would be enjoying his lovely wife just as his father was about his mother. T'was the way it had always been.

He asked if I didn't mind, he would demonstrate why.

He laid me down by the river bank and removed my bloomers and he tupped me for the first time. He said that it was alright to do it like that, away from the farm.

He was very good. He was strong and he had stamina. He pushed me right over the top and I shook like a leaf in a storm.

When he had finished, he laid beside me. He told me to be honest. Did I enjoy that? I told him I did. Then he asked me if I would like another one straight away. I told him that I would very much.

He told me that is why he was happy for me to be tupped lots. No man could do it properly alone.

Then he did what he called 'the next best thing'. He made me raise my knees and spread them as wide as I could. He pushed his thumb into my flue and gripped my buttock with his other fingers. He made pressing and circling movements with his thumb against the bottom of my flue. It felt lovely. After a while, he pulled his thumb out and replaced it with two fingers. This time he made the circling movements against the top of my flue. There was one place that made me feel faint every time his fingers brushed it. Just when I thought that I was about to shake he found the little man in the boat with his thumb. I shook and I shook and I shook.

It wasn't the next best thing. It was the best thing; even better than being tupped.

I asked him where he had learned to do it. He told me that when he first thought about getting married his mother sent him to see a wise woman in the village. Her husband had shown him how to bring a woman pleasure and told Edward to come there everyday for a week to practise on the wise wife.

Edward said I wasn't to tell anyone else about it. It was just for me to know.

I stayed with a village woman, who owned the pub, while the wedding was arranged. The banns had to be read for three weeks.

We walked to the church in the village on the morning of my twenty-first birthday. I had a new floral dress and bonnet. I had heard somewhere that it was becoming the fashion for genteel ladies to marry in white but no country woman could buy a dress to wear it only once. The wedding feast was held at the pub in the village.

In the evening Young Edward, he said I could just call him Edward but as his father was also called Edward it was easier that way, took me to the barn. He showed me the Hoss. This was a big wooden frame with an ancient horse saddle on it. Young Edward strapped me to it. It just felt right. He said he was going to fuck me. And he did. Our first time as man and wife. Each evening he did the same. Every night we played with each other's body but we had to keep our tupping for the Hoss. Somehow it made it more special. Once as we were entering the barn we heard Old Edward tupping Mary. We had to hide behind the barn until they had finished.

The following Saturday, Young Edward took me to see the Wages day ceremony in the barn. We stood to one side slightly out of sight.

Young Edward's mother was brought into the barn by his father. She was strapped to the Hoss. He lifted her skirt to reveal her bare backside. Then the six farm men walked in and formed a line, their ages ranged from about 18 to 50. Old Edward shouted go! The men all ran off.

As the men came back into the barn they formed a line behind Old Edward. They called him Old Edward but he was only about 45 but they did it to tell him from my Edward. Mary, we weren't allowed to call her Old Mary, was about a year younger.

I told Young Edward that it didn't seem fair. The younger men got there first. He laughed and said that the older men preferred it that way. The young men stoked the fire and old men got the heat.

I stepped forward. Edward said I could stay hidden. I told him that if I was going to take part in the ceremony eventually, they should all see that I wasn't afraid of it.

Old Edward went up to the Hoss. He unbuttoned his breeches and a rather magnificent pizzle flopped out. I'm sure that he held it outwards for a while so that I could get a good view of it.

He buried it in Mary and humped her hard like a prize bull.

He stood back and covered himself.

The first field workers stepped up and did his best to do what his master had just done. All the time he was tupping Mary he was staring straight at me. I think he wanted me to know that he would be doing it to me someday soon. My Edward was so proud.

As he finished he buttoned his breeches and thanked Old Edward for the use of his Hoss. He received a small bag that contained his wages and then he left the barn.

Each man did the same until they had all been given their pay. Often Mary would cry out in pleasure. In the end Old Edward marched out of the barn leaving Mary where she was.

I asked Edward what happens now. He said that usually he collected his wages that his father had left on the table. Then it was his job to unstrap Mary.

I asked him if he got the same bonus as the men. He knew what I meant.

It was never spoken about but usually he did. I made him take his wages while I watched. I thought it important that he got no less than the others.

For the next month or so the same thing happened. Each Saturday the men would gather and they would receive their wages and the bonus. Every sennight I would edge a little closer so that the men could see me and I could stare straight into their eyes.

Finally one day, as Old Edward left the barn I told Young Edward to release his mother without taking his bonus. Mary smiled at me as she walked out.

I got him to strap me down. As he fucked me I told him that I would be taking my turn on the Hoss at next week's ceremony. Edward let his seed flow into me straight away.

Every night that week my Edward took me to the barn. Everynight in bed, as he played with my bubbies, I told him how much I was looking forward to Saturday.

Mary, Young Edward's mother, consulted the farm book to remind herself how it should be conducted. She had been instructing me about the farm ways for some time. The traditions had been written down. She smiled at me and told me that, as we are the only ones to see the book and we are both its keeper, we were free to change anything that didn't suit us. As far as the men knew everything was set in stone. We giggled together.

I was happy with the ceremony as it was so we agreed on it. Obviously, my Edward would go first.

On the Saturday, I was so nervous but I didn't let it show. Mary stood slightly hidden in the barn. Young Edward kissed me tenderly before strapping me gently to the Hoss.

The field workers entered the barn. They didn't speak but I could hear them breath in.

Old Edward must have lined them up because I heard him shout Go! It wasn't long before the first man was back. They must have been keen to get as close to the front of the line as they could.

Young Edward stepped up to the Hoss and put his hands on my hips and entered me. It wasn't long before I started the shaking. I stopped myself from screaming out loud.

When he had finished I heard him thank his father for the use of his Hoss and then he stood to the side of the barn.

Then each of the six farm men took a turn with me. I didn't know the exact order but I could guess. Every one of them thanked Old Edward for the use of the Hoss before they left the barn. Then my Edward marched towards the door.

Soon, I was left alone with Old Edward.

He placed his hands on my hips and said, "It is my right but I decline it."

Then he released my bonds.

He left the barn. Mary was concerned to see if all was right with me. The smile on my face gave my answer.

She had a small white enamel bowl filled with warm water and some herbs. She dipped a sponge in it and handed it to me. She smiled and called me a minx and told me to clean my cunny.

We agreed that we would mostly take a week about on the Hoss. The other would watch and make ready the bowl and sponge.

This worked well. When it was my turn I always shook when Young Edward tupped me and usually once or twice more when the workers took their bonus.

Each time Old Edward would place his hands on my hips and say, "It is my right but I decline it."

On the fourth time he stepped up and said, "I am sorry lass but I think I must partake." His cock was wonderful. I shook from start to finish.

When he was done he apologised again. I said, "No need to be sorry. It is your right and my pleasure."

He unstrapped me and left. Mary came forward with the bowl. She said, "He is very good, isn't he? He didn't want to do it but I made him."

"He says that he is happy with me but I told him it was his right and he should take it. More than that I was showing him off."

I replied, "I'm glad you did. You have every reason to be proud."

"He's almost as good as my Edward," I said with a smile.

"Yes, I know," she laughed. We both laughed.

I loved my new life at Yew Tree Farm.

By the end of May preparations began for the Feast Day of St Wite on the 1st day of June.

Mary showed me the Book and all that it contained. It was her intent that she should be strapped to the Hoss for most of the day but that I would take over for two hours from noon. I said that I was able to do more but Mary vowed that it was enough for my first time.

On the day Mary was strapped on at first light. She said that the tradition was that she should be left alone but I could watch from the Hay-loft.

Normally we would rarely have many people pass the farm gate but today there were dozens.

Each stranger causally entered the barn and without a word tupped Mary and left. Just before midday, I went down and released Mary. She was a bit of a mess. There was a puddle of the men's seed on the floor. Mary thought two and twenty was the most that she had had in a morning for many a long year. Word must be around that there is a young wife on the farm.

I was shaking as Mary fastened the straps. She said, "Don't be afraid, lass."

"Oh, I'm not in fear," I told her, "just excited."

I counted seven. Two hours of joy. Mary told me that I did well as I strapped her back on the Hoss.

That night as we lay in the dark Edward asked me about each one of them. He would not let me touch his pizzle until I had finished telling him. Since then, I have had five St Wite's Days. Each year I have spent a little longer on the Hoss. The village wise woman is sure that I became with child at this year's celebration.

My first Christmas at Yew Tree Farm was very special. Never before had I known a proper family Yuletide. Some local farming families joined us for the day. There was drinking, dancing and special food.

The day after Christmas, some town people call it Boxing Day, is a great day on the farm. For as long as anyone can remember the farmer would invite his farming friends from around to the farm.

He straps his wife to the Hoss and lays on what is called 'The Entertainment'. Mary says that it is her honour to take part. She says that she will do so for as long as she can then it will be my honour.

The first time I watched her I hoped that it would never be. The second time I hoped it would be many years before it happened but now I long for the day.

I bless the day that my Edward took me for his wife. He has only had to use the paddle on me once, so I have been lucky.

Now that I have committed my testimony to paper I feel pleased. Maybe it will never be read but it is done.

Mary Troy (that was) now Mary Candida.

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Farmer Ted found this document hidden under a floorboard in the Farmhouse in a old biscuit tin. He thought that it had been written by his Great-great-grandmother. Along with some scraps of ribbon there was a small bag which contained a few small items of jewellery and four gold sovereigns and a few old coins.

He asked if I would keep it alongside the book in my bank box.

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AUTHOR'S NOTES

After the Alices suggested that I write down the tales of village life, ancient and modern, I never really found the time. That is until Covid lock-down. The pub was rightly closed and I had time on my hands. Harry couldn't play golf and was a right pain in the ass. There was only a limited number of times he could jet wash the garden or clean the windows.

Even in a small village we lost nine souls and not necessarily the most obvious ones. It puts everything else into perspective.

I hid myself in the office each afternoon and scribbled away. Eventually, just like Mary Candida, I put the papers into a sealed biscuit tin and hid them under the floorboards in my bedroom. After nearly twelve months the fact that they could lay there unread for a hundred years started to bother me. Then I discovered Literotica.Com. It didn't help that much at first. Some of these people could really write. Still, it was too late to change my style and after all it was my style. Short and straightforward.