Sandra’s Story
The wind cut across the river flinging the tall grasses of the marshland to and fro, like an army of rag dolls. Sandra looked across the wild open expanse of Fenland and wondered what lay beyond. In those days her name was still Sarah. It was only in more modern times she had changed it.
The year was 1645 and the Civil war, which had wrecked the whole of England, was drawing to a close.
Sarah was only 22 that summer and was very curious about sex. Of course, it was never spoken of with such an obvious name, but she knew what it was. She had seen village children doing it in the hedgerows from being a small girl, and knew that’s what people did in order to make babies. What really concerned her, was why they did it, even though they did not want any babies.
After seeing one of the kitchen maids being courted by one of the stable hands, Sarah made up her mind to ask some questions on the subject.
“Millie what does that John want from you?” she asked naively one morning as they gathered in the washing from the garden.
“Why Mistress Sarah, fancy asking such a question.” Millie giggled and carried on folding the sheets.
“Please Millie I want to know, I know you make babies that way, but you are not married, so why do you want to go with him?” Sarah asked in such a sincere way, the other girl could only warm to her.
“Well, you know about people doing it then?” Millie gave a wicked smile and looked around to see if anyone had overheard them.
“In away, but I truly do not know why. Would you tell me?”
“Mistress Sarah, that is for your own Mother to tell you.”
“No Millie, I know the sort of lecture my Mother would give me. What I would like from you, is a reason why you enjoy it so?”
“Sarah I would be put out on the streets if I told you that, and with this terrible war coming our way, I do not want to lose the protection of your Father, the Squire.”
“Then how am I to know what the truth is? Oh please, Millie tell me?” Sarah pleaded with the other girl, as this was her last hope.
“Alright Mistress Sarah, but you must promise not to tell anyone that it was I who revealed the secrets to you?”
“On my sacred oath,” replied Sarah with excitement.
“Very well then, have you ever seen a man’s working tool?” Millie whispered the information almost biting her lip as she described the organ in question.
“His working tool?” Sarah looked confused.
“Yes, Miss. What he uses to do his work? You know?”
“Is that the thing he puts inside you?” Sarah thought she had some idea what the parts were, but lacked knowledge of their names.
“That’s right Miss. Well when it’s big and hard, the best thing in the world is to have it slid inside you. You know, right up between your legs? I bet you wondered what it was for, all along didn’t you?”
“Oh, I think I see now. And this is a nice feeling?” Sarah was still confused at this stage but pressed on.
“The best in the world! Especially once it starts going in and out, and once he finds your little button, that is truly the best!” Millie was red with embarrassment but pleased she had got it out in the open.
“I’m not sure where my little button is,” Sarah looked worried.
“You mean, you have never put your finger up yourself to find out?”
“No, should I?”