“Come, boy, sit,” said the one to my left. He had a deep and gravelly voice that had a resounding resonance to it.He looked only a few years older...than me, but there was a weariness in his features that one usually saw on the elders of our town. He was dressed oddly, but I could tell that he was a hunter. He had a crude knife on his belt that looked like a skinning knife. It looked to be made of flint, instead of the metal blades we currently use. The same was true of his spear; it was crude. "Get up and bend over the damn table," she ordered him as she looked down upon him. He got up and bent over the table as she walked to the front of the table and secured his hands so he could not move. He pulled on the restraints and looked at her in shock. He never had anything like this done to him before and expected the worst as she did this. With one quick jerk of her hands she yanked his pants and boxers down. She then slapped his ass cheek with her hand making them a slight red as she. " Why?" Haven't you ever heard a really pretty, tightly closed pussy called a peach?" N ... no." He had definitely caught her off guard. She could recover quickly, though, he found out. "So, if I made you my slave, I could call you 'Pole'?" That sent them both into laughter.When they settled down, he told her "Sorry you got into trouble earlier." Oh, that's all right. It ended up just fine," Peach said with a grin. "Don't tell Auntie, but the paddle gets me really worked up." She knows you blew. ”I did as she asked. The nightgown was long and plain cotton with long sleeves and a high neck. The only concession to femininity was a frill around the neck, and others at the hem and cuffs.“Now, into bed. You will see a chamber pot beneath if you have a need during the night. Your first task in the morning will be to empty it. You will be woken at six o’clock. That is the time the staff start here”I climbed between the sheets. They felt cold, even through the nightgown.“Good night, Meakins,”.