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Authors: Bonnie Brand
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stopped me in mid-sentence. ‘Ye need to dress yer age, Caitlin. Ye are a young lassie, barely out of girlhood, are you not? We need to preserve this youth for as long as possible, do we not?’
I found the certainty and authority with which he spoke to be quite intoxicating. I’d never met a man like this. He made my father seem like a glaikit wee wean.
‘Aye, sir, we do,’ I said, blushing bright under his gaze.
He took a step closer, and looked straight at me, straight into my heart, into my soul.
‘Has any man ever touched ye, Caitlin,’ he asked. ‘Doon there?’ He looked down at my groin and then back up at my eyes. ‘Has anyone deflowered you? It is important that I know. If you lie to me, I will find out.’
‘No, your excellency, no-one. I am a maiden still.’
He bowed deeply, took my hand and kissed it.
‘Thank ye, and I apologise for the coarseness of my questions.’ Then, he turned and left my room. I didnae hear anything from the Laird for a month.
Chapter 18
When the letter finally came that I had been accepted as the new Lady of Elgin, my father’s reaction was rather more positive than mine.
‘Och, that’s braw!’ my father cried, holding the letter above his head like a trophy, ‘Finally, ye’ve done somethin’ good, lassie. Well done!’ I didnae know whether I should feel good about the way my father spoke to me, but I decided to take what little praise I could get.
With a wee bit of help from the house servants, I was packed and ready to go in next to no time. I couldnae believe how quickly my life was changing. All I had to look forward to now was the Laird’s odd way of talking and a strange, loveless marriage.
Of course, I thought a lot of having to lie with the Laird. He was older than me, and I had almost no experience of being with the opposite sex whatsoever. From time to time I found myself thinking of his… sausage. What would it be like? Would he expect me to open up to him straight away? I found the thought of fitting something so big into my tender wee opening to be quite terrifying. Of course I had touched myself there on several occasions, despite the teachings of our chaplain, who was adamant that onanism was a direct route to fire and brimstone.
I’d never gotten much from it, to be quite truthful, and any time I’d ever felt the stirrings of arousal in myself, I’d felt so guilty that I’d had to stop my hand, and think of something to take my mind off matters.
The trip by carriage to Elgin was a long and arduous one, via Perth and up the east coast, with plenty of time for me to become anxious, wring my hands together in fear, fall asleep, worry again about my fate and sleep once more. Finally, after what seemed like days, we arrived at the grounds of the Laird’s house. The carriage boy helped my out from the back of the cab, and I stepped my first footstep onto the grounds of my new home.
It was grand. Grander than anywhere I’d ever been before. The house itself, quite some walk from the front drive, was positively palatial, and must have had individual wings, as well as guest accommodation and banqueting halls. It was built from gleaming white sandstone, and had huge, gold rimmed windows, the glazing of which must have cost a fortune. As I was looking at the house, a figure emerged from the front door. It wasnae the Laird, no this was definitely a woman, a short, rather plump-looking creature, who bustled her way down the front path.
‘Come on, young Caitlin, you’re awful late, an’ the Laird has been waiting eagerly for yer arrival!’ She had a rather rough sounding voice. ‘I’m Agnes, the housekeeper. I’ll be looking after ye from now on. Come on, we have to get you in to the hall. The Laird’s waitin’ for ye, come now, come,’ she said, and she took hold of my arm with an iron-like strength, before virtually dragging me up the entrance path, all the way into the house.
She pulled me to the right, after
I found the certainty and authority with which he spoke to be quite intoxicating. I’d never met a man like this. He made my father seem like a glaikit wee wean.
‘Aye, sir, we do,’ I said, blushing bright under his gaze.
He took a step closer, and looked straight at me, straight into my heart, into my soul.
‘Has any man ever touched ye, Caitlin,’ he asked. ‘Doon there?’ He looked down at my groin and then back up at my eyes. ‘Has anyone deflowered you? It is important that I know. If you lie to me, I will find out.’
‘No, your excellency, no-one. I am a maiden still.’
He bowed deeply, took my hand and kissed it.
‘Thank ye, and I apologise for the coarseness of my questions.’ Then, he turned and left my room. I didnae hear anything from the Laird for a month.
Chapter 18
When the letter finally came that I had been accepted as the new Lady of Elgin, my father’s reaction was rather more positive than mine.
‘Och, that’s braw!’ my father cried, holding the letter above his head like a trophy, ‘Finally, ye’ve done somethin’ good, lassie. Well done!’ I didnae know whether I should feel good about the way my father spoke to me, but I decided to take what little praise I could get.
With a wee bit of help from the house servants, I was packed and ready to go in next to no time. I couldnae believe how quickly my life was changing. All I had to look forward to now was the Laird’s odd way of talking and a strange, loveless marriage.
Of course, I thought a lot of having to lie with the Laird. He was older than me, and I had almost no experience of being with the opposite sex whatsoever. From time to time I found myself thinking of his… sausage. What would it be like? Would he expect me to open up to him straight away? I found the thought of fitting something so big into my tender wee opening to be quite terrifying. Of course I had touched myself there on several occasions, despite the teachings of our chaplain, who was adamant that onanism was a direct route to fire and brimstone.
I’d never gotten much from it, to be quite truthful, and any time I’d ever felt the stirrings of arousal in myself, I’d felt so guilty that I’d had to stop my hand, and think of something to take my mind off matters.
The trip by carriage to Elgin was a long and arduous one, via Perth and up the east coast, with plenty of time for me to become anxious, wring my hands together in fear, fall asleep, worry again about my fate and sleep once more. Finally, after what seemed like days, we arrived at the grounds of the Laird’s house. The carriage boy helped my out from the back of the cab, and I stepped my first footstep onto the grounds of my new home.
It was grand. Grander than anywhere I’d ever been before. The house itself, quite some walk from the front drive, was positively palatial, and must have had individual wings, as well as guest accommodation and banqueting halls. It was built from gleaming white sandstone, and had huge, gold rimmed windows, the glazing of which must have cost a fortune. As I was looking at the house, a figure emerged from the front door. It wasnae the Laird, no this was definitely a woman, a short, rather plump-looking creature, who bustled her way down the front path.
‘Come on, young Caitlin, you’re awful late, an’ the Laird has been waiting eagerly for yer arrival!’ She had a rather rough sounding voice. ‘I’m Agnes, the housekeeper. I’ll be looking after ye from now on. Come on, we have to get you in to the hall. The Laird’s waitin’ for ye, come now, come,’ she said, and she took hold of my arm with an iron-like strength, before virtually dragging me up the entrance path, all the way into the house.
She pulled me to the right, after
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