Stranded On Christmas

by Burns, Rachel

  Gideon went on talking about the community, telling me that they had electricity for the things they felt were important. Most families decided for themselves what they choose to have and what was too modern for them.

  I asked about a washing machine and a dryer.

  I then had to listen to a long speech about the environment.

  When he was finished I suggested that he get solar panels for the roof. He admitted that he was saving up for one.

  Most families had TV's, he told me. He wanted my opinion about getting one.

  I said no. I didn't need one. He read out of the bible or whatever other book he felt was family appropriate in the evening. I loved being read to.

  Besides, watching TV would just show me what I had given up.

  Was anyone looking for me?

  I didn't actually have anyone who would consider me important enough to look for, just my employees. They would have informed the police, but no one was sitting on the edge of their seat worrying about me. My parents had passed away when I was little. I couldn't remember them at all. I grew up with my aunt and uncle, but they were older. They moved to Canada when my uncle inherited some land. They loved me, but they were too old to lead a search troop for me.

  The truth was that I hadn't kept in contact with them. I had concentrated on my job. It was my fault that we had lost touch.

  The quiet life was suiting me, but at church no one liked me. I couldn't really blame them, but it hurt the way the women looked at me. When they had activities after church, I stood off to the side all by myself, waiting for Gideon to take me home.

  Gideon asked me about that once. I told him that was a very unchristian thing for them to do.

  He answered that I was right, saying he would speak to the other women’s husbands.

  I begged him not to.

  Confused by what I was saying, he told me that as the man it was his decision.

  I carefully pointed out that if I were their husbands, I would have forbidden them to talk to me too. It would make both the husbands and wives uncomfortable. The wives being told that they had to talk to me but not to get too close. I told him, I was okay with waiting for him to finish socializing and then to go home.

  I explained that that had been my job. Finding out what people really wanted and making sure that they got it, when they wanted it.

  Wives buying things that they didn't want their husbands to know about was a biggy. You can deliver Thursdays from one to four, while he plays golf. If you’re late, don't try again until Saturday afternoon when the baseball game is on.

  “You helped women deceive their husbands?” he asked, grabbing onto my arm.

  “And their husbands, so their wives didn't know when they bought computer stuff and baseball cards. It went both ways. I helped them avoid fights. They were happier that way.”

  He only took me to the sofa and hand spanked me. It turned out to be a light spanking. I guessed he figured that I was a changed woman now and that without me the deceit would be over anyway.

  I sat on his lap crying afterwards. He held me, and I told him about my worries about my employees.

  Gideon listened, but he didn't share my worries. He didn't understand about things like that.

  Besides, the fact that, I only worked with women, who he felt should be home keeping house, didn't help.

  I had needed him to hold me. It hurt me more than I liked to admit, that the other women in the community didn't like me. If I had known that I wouldn't be leaving here ever, I would have tried to make a better first impression.

  I needed kind words and a soft touch.

  When Gideon kissed me, I kissed him back, pushing him back against the sofa. I straddled him and continued our kissing. His hands moved to my breasts and gave them a light squeeze.

  I got up and went to work on removing my tights and underwear.

  When I saw that he was just watching me undress, I told him to drop his pants and boxers. I felt my forehead wrinkle up, and I scolded him. I needed him now, and I didn't like having to spell everything out.

  “Yes ma'am.” He was grinning from ear to ear as I bossed him around to get naked.

  I was glad to see that he was hard for me already. That would speed things up too.

  As soon as he sat down, I climbed back on top of him. I had never needed sex more in all of my life.

  Gideon's hands took hold of my hips and held me in place while we kissed again.

  I wanted him to open the buttons on the front of my dress and uncover my breasts and play with them, but I still wanted him to hold onto my hips.

  “You need more hands,” I told him.

  His eyes widened. “How many more?” he asked.

  “At least two more, but four would be better.”

  “What should I be doing with those extra hands?”

  “One for each breast, of course, two for my hips and two that like to roam,” I answered.

  “I see. That would be useful for you.”

  I nodded at him and started unbuttoning my dress. I freed up my own breasts and leaned them into his face, hoping that he would suck on my nipples.

  Both of his hands moved to my breasts, cupping them and holding them to his mouth. It looked like he was having a tough time deciding which one to stick into his mouth.

  I reached down and took hold of his penis. I needed this to happen now. I didn't have time to wait for him to decide which one he wanted to suck on.

  I lifted up on my right leg and positioned him. I lowered myself and closed my eyes.

  Gideon had finally chosen a breast. He was circling his tongue around my nipple and then blowing on it to make it stiffen up nicely for him. He moved over to the other nipple while I started to rock on him.

  All to soon that wasn't enough for me again.

  “Gideon,” I cried out. My hands planted themselves on his shoulders and I rocked harder, making sure that my clitoris rubbed against him in a steady rhythm.

  This felt so good. I never wanted it to stop, but at the same time I wanted to come. I never had in the presence of a man. Orgasms were something that I could only achieve when I played with myself. I had never been given one.

  Today it looked like I was going to take one.

  I rocked harder and faster.

  Gideon was no longer sucking, but he held onto my breasts. His head was thrown back, and he was repeating the word 'god'.

  I wasn't sure if he was praying for something he wanted, or if he was thankful for something that he was getting.

  I kept going. My greatest fear was that my muscles would give out before I came. They were already burning in pain.

  “I love you, Jessie. I love you so much.”

  “I love you too, Gideon.” Talking brought me out of my rhythm. We weren't perfectly timed anymore.

  I took a moment to catch my breath. Then I needed to continue. I had to concentrate to get this just right.

  I started the motion again, and it felt so good. I whispered the word ‘please’. I ended up saying it over a hundred times. I wanted the strength to do this right. I knew I was close, but I had been disappointed before. I had often been close, but it had never happened.

  I moved my body faster and pushed down on Gideon harder.

  I gasped loudly. It was starting. I just needed to continue. My body was ignoring the burn and focusing on the pleasure that was almost mine.

  “Gideon!” I screamed out. “Gideon, help me.”

  His hands grabbed onto my hips and continued to move my body.

  I closed my eyes and laid my forehead on his shoulder. I was panting and shaking. Every muscle in my body was pulled together like a rubber band, returning to its original state.

  “Jessie!” Gideon called out, also coming. He thrust upward into me in little jerks. I knew that he was filling me with his seed.

  I was actually surprised that I wasn't pregnant yet. I had been here for over two months now. A child was the logical outcome from all of this sex.
/>   I kissed his shoulder and moved my head to the side, so I could get more air.

  “Jessie, did you really come?” This wasn't something that we had talked about, but I figured that he wanted to make me come.

  I nodded and slowly let my heart settle down. That had been fantastic, but now I was completely drained.

  “Did you really, Jessie?” he whispered in my ear.

  “Yes, I did.” My eyes drooped shut as I cuddled into his chest.

  “Jessie, I have to milk the cows.”

  “Shh, just another minute. I still need a second – or two.”

  “Okay, baby.” He held onto me.

  All too soon, he lifted me up off of him. He sat me down on the sofa beside him and kissed me. “You were amazing.”

  “I’m really tired,” I admitted.

  “That I can believe. You really gave it your all. Why don't you go up to bed and get some sleep? I'll get my own supper.”

  “Are you sure? It's lonely when you eat alone.” I covered my mouth to hide my yawn.

  “I'm sure. Sleep well, baby.”

  I covered my breasts up and picked up my underwear and tights. I went up the stairs and crashed in bed as soon as I was undressed.

  Gideon

  I couldn't believe what had just happened. It was the perfect moment. Jessie had made love to me. She came for the first time, and she worried that I might be lonely.

  I think we had reached that moment when I could relax. I didn't need to watch her constantly anymore. She would stay with me.

  I was still blushing when I reached the barn. It was getting warmer outside. The house would look better in spring. I pictured myself bringing Jessie flowers for our table. Spring was a time for courting anyway. The birds and bees would be active, exactly like we were.

  I had a nice picture of our future in my head. We were happy, both of us were.

  Maybe we would even have a baby. We were definitely on the right track with that. It was hard to keep my hands to myself with such an astonishingly beautiful wife.

  But it had been her hands on me. That made everything even more amazing.

  I looked at my watch to see the time. It was the one my wife gave me. I had a feeling that things were back to the way they had been on Christmas morning.

  I couldn't be happier.

  Chapter 9 - A Chance Taken

  Jessica

  Our lives went on like that for months. The daily routine changed when it got warmer out. He had me working in the garden a little every day. The vegetables that needed to be grown were too important to be left to my sole care, thankfully.

  I worked in his greenhouse and got the beds ready for spring planting. May 15th was going to be the big day. He told me that there would be no more frost after that.

  I found that gardening and cooking were my favorite things. Besides, he didn't watch me constantly while I was outside. Sometimes he worked in the barn.

  Pumpkin was always torn between which one of us to hang out with.

  I knew that one of the cows was hurt. Gideon had the veterinarian come over every day. Gideon was really worried, and he was in the barn a lot.

  We had been getting along very well, but still, I wasn't free to leave. That should be a given in a good marriage. Both parties should have the feeling that they could leave it they wanted to. They would also stay because it was their wish to stay with their partner.

  Today was a rare chance that may not come up anytime soon. He wasn’t watching me. I could take off. Besides, I wanted to leave before I got pregnant. I didn't want to run with a toddler holding onto my hand. This could be a clean break.

  I pulled my courage together and took the chance. The words carpe diem resounded in my head. I started walking the second he turned his back on me.

  I whispered for Pumpkin, so he would follow me and not Gideon. I was relieved when he came running to catch up with me.

  I walked away from our farm and away from the community.

  I wasn't sure which way Gideon had brought me here, but I was trying to find the highway and get away from him. I was prepared to hitchhike, even though I knew that was extremely dangerous.

  I decided not to go to the police. I loved Gideon. I just loved my freedom more.

  I walked for hours and then found myself standing at the side of a lake that was so big I couldn't see the other side.

  At first I was disappointed, but then I figured that people have lake homes in the United States. Maybe they would here too. Maybe even one with a phone.

  I walked until it was dark. Gideon would be flipping out at home.

  I had left after lunch. Now I was cold, hungry and so tired. I hadn't seen any sign of life at all here. No buildings, no people.

  I walked on, thinking that I was closer to finding something going straight on then turning around and heading back to certain punishment.

  I wondered if Gideon had called together a manhunt. Well, in my case it would be a naughty wife hunt. Their way of thinking not mine. My way of thinking, this was me trying to free myself.

  “Jessica,” I heard him call out.

  My heart stood still for a second. I turned and saw him running towards me.

  I took off running too. He was quickly closing the distance. I grabbed onto a thick tree, so I could hide behind it.

  “Jessica, you’re only making it worse. Wait until I get you home.”

  “I'm sorry Gideon, but I’ve chosen to live elsewhere. I'm not going with you.”

  “Do you want to bet?”

  Pumpkin, that traitor, was at Gideon's feet hopping on his hind legs because he was so happy to see him.

  “It isn't right to kidnap people. I have the right to leave.”

  “I was so naïve. I thought we were past this. But I see we aren't. You know I don't have time for this.”

  “What do I care? I saw a chance to leave and I took it. I apparently went the wrong way, but otherwise, the idea was sound.”

  “I’m going to make you pay for that.” He was on the other side of the tree now. He was as mad as could be and trying to get at me. I ducked away before he could grab onto me.

  He tried to grab onto me again and again, but I was desperate to get away from him. He turned around and walked away from me.

  I sighed relieved. He had given up. Now I just had to find my way out of these woods and back to civilization.

  I was hurrying off again. But I could still hear Gideon coming after me. He wasn't giving up as I hoped. He was right behind me, so I darted to the right and duck behind another fat tree. I felt something bite into my leg. I looked down and got another bite.

  I looked up at Gideon. He was smiling now. “No matter what, I win.” He had a long stick in his hand. It was a young and bendy stick, practically a whip and he was aiming at my legs, right above my boots. I wished I had jeans on.

  Of course, I had a dress on. I was only allowed to wear dresses. He had brought home a couple new ones a few months ago on Valentine's Day. I had made him a special meal. After we had cleaned up the kitchen together, we had gone up to our room and made love. It had been a special day. They were simple gifts, but they had come from the heart.

  I had meant it when I said I loved him and that I wanted him to love me.

  He whipped, and I moved away from him. That love was quickly melting away.

  We went around the tree several times while I yelped and scolded him to stop.

  “I want a divorce,” I screamed at the top of my lungs and ran again.

  He ran after me whipping as he ran. My heart felt like it was going to explode, and he was right behind me. If he had time to whip me, then he had time to catch me. There was no way out. I would need a better plan next time.

  My legs were shaking with fear and overexertion. My lungs felt like they were going to burst.

  Gideon was madder than I had ever seen him before, and I had seen him very mad.

  I couldn't go on, and I was too scared to scream decently for help. My voice just
wasn't coming out right anymore. I knew I was going to stumble. It was just a matter of time.

  I darted behind a tree again. I just stood there with my hands covering my face and bawling while he whipped my legs.

  I would lift the leg he had just whipped, and then he would whip the other one. It must have looked like I was doing a dance to him.

  He just whipped on and on without saying anything.

  I couldn't take it anymore. It just stung so. I was screaming out so loud that if anyone other than us were out here, they would have to have heard me.

  If he took me back home, he didn't have to think that I would be so nice to him anymore. I would never cook, clean, wash his dirty clothes or sleep with him again.

  He lifted up the back of my dress, and he held the fabric up high with his hand pressing into the tree next to my head. He was whipping higher now.

  I couldn't think about anything else now. I just wanted this over with. I couldn't take it anymore. “I'm so sorry. Please, I'm begging you, please stop.”

  “You aren't sorry for running away. You’re only sorry that you got caught and that I’m whipping you now.”

  He went on until I was so exhausted that I slid down the tree, slumping at the foot of the tree.

  After I had calmed down enough to walk, he grabbed hold of my hand. He still had the long bendy stick in his other hand.

  I must have been walking in circles because we were home quickly.

  He sent me to our room. I heard him go back out to the barn. He was back in the house ten minutes later.

  He stormed in and told me get undressed.

  “Please, Gideon. Just stop. I already said that I was sorry.”

  His pressed lips together tightly. “You will be sorry if you don't obey me now.” He had murder in his eyes.

  I slowly started to undress. When I was naked, I looked at him.

  “Lay over the bed.” His teeth were clenched together firmly.

  Slowly, I moved. I was scared. I thought he had punished me more than enough for trying to run away.

  Next time, I would make sure that I got away.

  I had been right to leave.