Box Set: Highland Flings: Scottish Historical Victorian Romance Taboo BDSM Erotica by Bonnie Brand
Authors: Bonnie Brand
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Elgin.
His was a name that I knew well. Indeed, it wouldnae be an overstatement to say that he was quite famous. Or, to be more precise, I should say that he was infamous .
The Laird Of Elgin had a reputation for unbridled cruelty and perversion amongst the landed gentry of Scotland. Scarred in a horrific accident when he’d been but a wee lass, there was no-one in the whole country who lay with more harlots, who drank more liquor, who fought in more duels. There where whispered rumours of his perversions, the sort of thing which those in polite company dare not discuss with each other. I’d overheard the maids talking about him as I bathed one evening.
‘They say he brands his wenches,’ said the older one, cackling like a mad old goat.
‘Aye, and he likes ‘em young an’ all, that filthy auld pervert,’ said the other, as she scraped the laundry along the washboard.
‘Mind you, if what they say about ‘is sausage is true, I wouldnae mind a nibble!’ The two wretched old hags fell about themselves laughing, and I closed the cracked door fully, once more on the verge of tears.
The following day, after begging my forgiveness over and over again, my father had explained to me the terms of the engagement into which I’d been sold. Because the Laird had never seen me, he was going to perform an ‘examination’ on me the following Monday, to ensure that the ‘goods were to his satisfaction’. I could hardly believe the way that everyone seemed to be talking about me, objectifying me as though I were nothing more than a slice o’ haggis. Even my father was involved in the lewdness, in the unbelievably uncouth goings on.
‘Ye are,’ he paused, trying to come up with the right words, ‘ whole , aren’t ye? Ye know, doon there ?’
This time, there was no stopping the tears.
‘If ye mean have I let some nobody take my maidenhood, the answer is no ! But I damn well wish I had, now that I know for whom I’ve been protecting it. I wish I’d laid with the gardener, or the butler, or anyone at…’
My father flung his hand round and skelped me hard across my face. I felt the shock and the shame of it more than the actual pain. He’d never so much as laid a finger on me before.
‘Now listen here, you glaikit lassie, there’s a lot about the world that ye dinnae understand. We’ve fed and raised ye since the day ye were born and all ye’ve ever done is asked fer mair and mair, and got what ye wanted, I might add. It’s time that ye paid yer way, and the only talent ye’ve got for sale is right there, between yer legs!’ His face was a mask of fury. I searched my heart, trying to think of something to say to him, but I knew, deep down, that he was right.
‘Now make sure that ye wear this fer yer meeting with the Laird,’ he said, throwing a slim cardboard box down onto the table in front of me. I saw a lick of pink lace fall out from under the lid. ‘He’s given express instructions that ye must be wearing that dress.’
‘Aye father,’ I said, still feeling the shame of the slap burning my face.
Chapter 17
The arrival of the Laird was the talk of the entire estate. I had everyone from the cook to the stable lad ask me whether I was excited, or nervous to be meeting my new husband. I gave the same answer to everyone who asked: ‘We’re not merrit yet, and he mightnae even like the way I look, so let’s not be too eager to call him my husband, shall we?’
On the morning of his arrival, I sat in my chamber as I always did in the early part of the day. I opened once again the wee box which contained the dress that the Laird had asked me to wear for his inspection. It was a quite ludicrous garment, more befitting of a set of underwear than a proper lady’s attire. It was a short, frilly thing, with wee straps over my shoulders (which would have been on complete display if the dress was the only thing I would be wearing). The skirt of the dress was so short that it barely
His was a name that I knew well. Indeed, it wouldnae be an overstatement to say that he was quite famous. Or, to be more precise, I should say that he was infamous .
The Laird Of Elgin had a reputation for unbridled cruelty and perversion amongst the landed gentry of Scotland. Scarred in a horrific accident when he’d been but a wee lass, there was no-one in the whole country who lay with more harlots, who drank more liquor, who fought in more duels. There where whispered rumours of his perversions, the sort of thing which those in polite company dare not discuss with each other. I’d overheard the maids talking about him as I bathed one evening.
‘They say he brands his wenches,’ said the older one, cackling like a mad old goat.
‘Aye, and he likes ‘em young an’ all, that filthy auld pervert,’ said the other, as she scraped the laundry along the washboard.
‘Mind you, if what they say about ‘is sausage is true, I wouldnae mind a nibble!’ The two wretched old hags fell about themselves laughing, and I closed the cracked door fully, once more on the verge of tears.
The following day, after begging my forgiveness over and over again, my father had explained to me the terms of the engagement into which I’d been sold. Because the Laird had never seen me, he was going to perform an ‘examination’ on me the following Monday, to ensure that the ‘goods were to his satisfaction’. I could hardly believe the way that everyone seemed to be talking about me, objectifying me as though I were nothing more than a slice o’ haggis. Even my father was involved in the lewdness, in the unbelievably uncouth goings on.
‘Ye are,’ he paused, trying to come up with the right words, ‘ whole , aren’t ye? Ye know, doon there ?’
This time, there was no stopping the tears.
‘If ye mean have I let some nobody take my maidenhood, the answer is no ! But I damn well wish I had, now that I know for whom I’ve been protecting it. I wish I’d laid with the gardener, or the butler, or anyone at…’
My father flung his hand round and skelped me hard across my face. I felt the shock and the shame of it more than the actual pain. He’d never so much as laid a finger on me before.
‘Now listen here, you glaikit lassie, there’s a lot about the world that ye dinnae understand. We’ve fed and raised ye since the day ye were born and all ye’ve ever done is asked fer mair and mair, and got what ye wanted, I might add. It’s time that ye paid yer way, and the only talent ye’ve got for sale is right there, between yer legs!’ His face was a mask of fury. I searched my heart, trying to think of something to say to him, but I knew, deep down, that he was right.
‘Now make sure that ye wear this fer yer meeting with the Laird,’ he said, throwing a slim cardboard box down onto the table in front of me. I saw a lick of pink lace fall out from under the lid. ‘He’s given express instructions that ye must be wearing that dress.’
‘Aye father,’ I said, still feeling the shame of the slap burning my face.
Chapter 17
The arrival of the Laird was the talk of the entire estate. I had everyone from the cook to the stable lad ask me whether I was excited, or nervous to be meeting my new husband. I gave the same answer to everyone who asked: ‘We’re not merrit yet, and he mightnae even like the way I look, so let’s not be too eager to call him my husband, shall we?’
On the morning of his arrival, I sat in my chamber as I always did in the early part of the day. I opened once again the wee box which contained the dress that the Laird had asked me to wear for his inspection. It was a quite ludicrous garment, more befitting of a set of underwear than a proper lady’s attire. It was a short, frilly thing, with wee straps over my shoulders (which would have been on complete display if the dress was the only thing I would be wearing). The skirt of the dress was so short that it barely
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