The clenching of his fists was what sent me away in the end. I didn’t know him. I didn’t know what he was capable of. Better not to antagonise him. I could come back when he was in a better mood and ask again. I didn’t want to go back to the drama group and tell them I’d failed. It wasn’t that I felt that they’d mind. It was more that I didn’t want their first impressions of me to be someone who couldn’t keep her promises.
I did a bit of unpacking when I got back to the house but soon lost the motivation to do anymore. I was too angry. It took time to work out what was irritating me so much. It was him. He’d got under my skin. How dare he threaten me like that? He had absolutely no right. I was still furious with him when I climbed into my nest of blankets that night but as I slept, a different thought came to me.
I dreamt of him threatening me on his doorstep again, his chest glistening with sweat as he towered over me, his hands reaching out to send me packing. But he didn’t do that. Instead, he grabbed me, dragging me over to the stump of wood in the middle of the yard. He tossed me over it, my ass in the air, splinters digging into my stomach as he whipped up my skirt and began spanking me, his enormous calloused hand slapping down onto my knickers before he ripped them in two, wanting to spank my bare skin. I wriggled in place to try and free myself but he was far stronger than me, his knee in the small of my back, holding me in place.
I remembered it vividly the next morning. His hand had slid between my legs, finding me wet, grunting that I was a slut, a whore, a dirty little girl who enjoyed what was supposed to punish. He didn’t stop feeling me though despite his words of disgust at my reaction to the spanking. His fingers slid into me as I twisted in place, my hand reaching for his trousers, pulling out the hugest cock I’d ever seen, so big I could barely fit it inside my mouth.
I almost choked on it as he continued to push his fingers into me, the smell of him assailing my nostrils, the sound in the air that of my choking and my wetness as he brought me to a screaming orgasm that woke me up, a sheen of sweat coating my body, my clit throbbing at the memory of the dream. I never wanted to go back to sleep so much in my life.
It was just my luck that as I closed my eyes again, someone knocked on the door. I sat up, wondering whether to answer. But it was too late. The dream had vanished like morning mist when the sun rose and the only sign it had ever been was the wetness I could feel between my legs as I got up, a blanket wrapped around me, making my way to the front door whilst yawning loudly.
“Good morning, dear,” an elderly lady said when I answered it. “Hope I didn’t wake you.”
“No, no,” I replied. “I was already up. Sort of.”
“That’s good. I just thought I’d come and introduce myself. My name’s Susan. I live next door.”
“Oh,” I said, stifling another yawn. “Right, lovely to meet you. I’m Donna.”
I spent a couple of minutes listening to her talk about the garden, the way it had looked before Nancy moved in, how she hoped I had green fingers. Then the conversation moved on to the surrounding area. “There’s a lovely walk that goes right past the end of your garden,” she said. “You must try it. There’s blackberries just ripening in the woods up there. I know you’ll love them.”
“I do, as it happens. How did you guess?”
“Who doesn’t like blackberries? Be careful though, some of them are on Atherton’s land.”
“George Atherton?”
“You’ve heard of him already. That doesn’t surprise me. What’s he done to you?”
“Nothing, I just heard from the drama group that he was a famous playwright.”
“Was is the operative word. All he does now is grumble about people trespassing and race about in that car of his, no consideration for my chickens. He nearly ran over my best cock last week.”
A childish giggle rose up inside me but I stamped on it before it could escape. “Did he?” I squeaked.” Well, I’ll be careful.”
“Just stick to the path and you’ll be fine.”
“I will. Well, I better go get dressed if I’m going to get those blackberries. Lovely to meet you, Susan.”
“And you. Remember, keep to the path unless you want him yelling and shaking his fist at you.”
“I will,” I said, pulling the door closed to begin rummaging in the boxes for something to wear.
I thought I might as well go for a walk, have one last day of freedom before beginning my quest to find a job. The dream floated back up inside me as I dressed, only this time he caught me trespassing. “I warned you,” he said, bending me over his knee to spank me. I got dressed quicker than ever before, heading out the back door and down to the end of my garden. Through a gate was a flower filled meadow with a well worn path skirting the edge of it. I followed the path, ascending slowly towards a group of trees in the distance. When I reached the trees, the path split in two and I took the left fork, coming out into daylight a few minutes later. I could see a row of brambles curling around an old fence and I realised Susan had been right. Breakfast was handfuls of blackberries eaten from hands stained purple.