A little black dress

A little black dress is a fantasy novel littered with eroticism and spanking scenes. Unlike the over-used romantic story of “woman falls in love with man with a kinky fetish” this story is a classical fantasy story with interesting characters and a real plot. Spankings are not what this story is about, they are just there to spice things up.

Below you can read the prologue of this novel.
If you are interested in reading the rest of the story, you can now find it as an e-book on amazon for kindle (links below)

Prologue

There were no crops in the fields around her, just some small green weeds that might or might not grow into something later. “But there isn’t even anything here to steal.” She stated the obvious. “I was on my way to the farmhouse.” She had seen it from the road, just past this one field. She had even approached the farmer when she had seen him come out on the field. But as she gave her explanation she raised her dress in obedience to the farmer’s wishes. Her last experience just a week ago had taught her not to delay with excuses. The mud of the field covered her bare feet and splatters of it reached all the way to her knees, but above that she was naked to the waist, nothing marring her soft pale skin. The black dress, hoisted above her hips, was all she was wearing, one of only two items she owned, the dress and the leather strap the farmer held in his hand.

“I don’t know what your plan was, why you decided to walk through my fields and not use the perfectly good path that lies but a few minutes from here and would have led you straight to our front door. Maybe you’re telling me the truth, maybe you’re just a silly girl that made a mistake. But stealing or no stealing, you’re still trespassing and mistakes have to be paid for.” He had walked around her and the small leather strap landed with a loud thwack across her bottom. She clenched her teeth as the farmer positioned himself behind her. He took his time, once more the strap flayed her bottom and she yelped in pain, he let the pain sink in, let the situation sink in as a cool breeze from the open fields stroked her stinging bottom and once more the strap landed replacing the cold with heat. Last week she had tried to hide her pain, too embarrassed and stubborn to cry. She had learned it would only encourage them to continue until they got the result they wanted, but not today, today she yelled.
The farmer handed her the strap after those three strokes and told her to cover herself. She let the dress fall and felt the rough wool chafe against her bottom, only three smacks, but it still hurt, she could almost see the broad red stripe the strap must’ve left behind. But only three, she wondered if showing her pain instead of hiding it had helped, or whether this man was less cruel than the other. She did not have much experience as a gaeth after all.

Being a gaeth was al she knew was true about herself. She had no memories older than two weeks, no recollections of her past before waking up in a stable owned by a cruel farmer. But she was wearing the black dress, cheap wool that fitted her body snugly and the leather strap, hung from a metal ring sewn on her dress at the hip. The dress symbolized what she was, did she really want to remember her past? Did she want to remember who had turned her into this person, her parents who had sold her to the people? They probably had their reasons, no-one would choose this life for their daughter, but sometimes it was the only way to get out of debt.
Selling you to the people they called it, but in reality they sold you to the Perchen. They called themselves a religious order, perhaps they were, but what they definitely were is rich. They offered to pay your debts for you, all of them, if you had a son or daughter to join their order. You didn’t really join them however, instead you became gaeth and you had to serve the people. All your possessions were taken from you and you would be dressed in black and given a small leather strap to hold.
In the religious tales told by the Perchen, gaeth were the children of the gods. They were on earth to serve the people. Their rules were paradoxal; a gaeth is free, they can go where-ever they want, but at the same time they have to serve anyone that asks or sets a task for them; they have no possession that was not given to them by the Perchen, but after finishing a desired task, the one who set it is obliged to offer them food and a place to rest; no harm is allowed to a gaeth by law, yet they are but children and like children they can be punished, the leather strap is a symbol for the only way a gaeth should be punished, they are children and a spanking is the way for them to learn from their mistakes.

She knew all this, yet she didn’t know who or where she was as she followed the farmer to his farmhouse. She wondered what had happened to her, but al she needed now was something to eat and a place to rest. The farmer would offer her that, if she did her share of work. She wondered what he would ask of her. In the previous place she had stayed, there had been two male gaeth, they had done all the heavy work on the fields and had been rewarded with good decent food. The farmer had thought her too weak for the work and had her do some dirty chores and then only gave her some bread to eat. When she had complained he had put her across his lap, the ease with which he had done so still scared her and the spanking he had given her still made her wince. She didn’t remember ever being spanked before, it probably wasn’t her first spanking, but due to her lack of memories, it certainly felt that way. There had been no privacy as the farmhouse was just one big room and everyone had seen her kick and cry, struggling almost naked over his lap as he had punished her. Just remembering the embarrassment almost made her miss a step.
Normally you started your life as a gaeth at an early age, young enough that nudity did not embarrass you and that being punished like a child was fitting as you were still a child. But missing the memories of growing up as a gaeth made her live them anew as a young woman and showed her how embarrassing they really were. All she could hope was that with time her memory returned, and these feelings became normal.

The farm looked remarkably the same as the previous. She had introduced herself as Eve, the name she had adopted for lack of remembering her own; it was a common name, that of the first daughter of the gods, the first female gaeth according to the stories. The farmer had two sons out in the fields and a wife who she was now helping. She felt clumsy with the small knife she was using to peel the potatoes. The small wooden stool felt hard against her sore bottom and she feared she was doing such a bad job with the potatoes that it might get even worse soon.
“You haven’t much experience with potatoes do you?” The wife suddenly said, Miranda her name was.
“No miss.” Eve answered her. She looked as apologetic as she could, hoping she didn’t disappoint too much. “I’m sorry.”
“Oh no, don’t worry, here give them to me, you can go ahead and wash the cabbages.” She took the knife from her hands and took over. “You probably never had to do anything like this before, I’m sorry, we’ve never had a female gaeth here you know, I just don’t know what kind of work you’re used to.”
Eve looked up with a surprised look, the wet cabbage in her hands. She didn’t know what work she was used to either, so she couldn’t talk about that, instead she asked: “Really, I thought you’d see as much girls as men wearing the black.”
“Oh no, not at all, not out here, out on the farms. The girls go to the cities, don’t they. They don’t want to work the fields. Now I’ve never been to the city myself and I don’t like gossip and rumours, but it is said most of those girls serve the people on their backs.” The farmer’s wife seemed to enjoy having someone to talk to while working and despite her distaste of gossip she repeated every story she had heard of the services gaeth girls offered in the city. “Of course you’re not like that, you’re out here among the farms, you know I recognize a good girl when I see one.” She assured Eve when she started looking embarrassed. Of course she couldn’t remember her past, couldn’t remember if she had done any of the things the woman talked about or whether she had come from the city. If she couldn’t remember doing those things, did that make them irrelevant to who she was now, or not?
“I hope Jake – that was her husband – didn’t get angry at you for crossing the field, I heard him curse that someone was out there again, that was you, wasn’t it?” The conversation had taken a sudden turn when she had run out of gossip.
“Oh no, it was fine.” Eve answered, not sure she should tell her about the short punishment she had received, she didn’t want to seem complaining, everything seemed to be going well. “That was me yes, I’m sorry I didn’t know there was a path just ahead.”
The farmer’s wife smiled. “Oh don’t worry about it, I don’t think your small bare feet would do any damage to our crops. It’s just that about a week ago a group of men on horses passed by. They forced their way into our house, not telling us what they were looking for as they turned the place upside down. They came and left on their horses, trampling everything in that field, Jake’s been upset ever since, but what could we do, there were a dozen of them and they had swords.”
The woman had gotten all worked up telling her the story and Eve wanted to calm her down. “Well if they didn’t find what they were looking for they probably won’t come back.” She looked as reassuring as she could and at the same time wondered if this family was so different that she only had gotten punished because of some unfortunate circumstance. When they were ready with the food and the farmer and his boys got back from the fields and they offered her a seat at their table to share their food she was very grateful and hoped she’d meet more families like this one and less like the previous farmer she worked for.

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