Annie's Other Side
It was a lover's holiday! St. Valentines day was many years into the future, but to the fair Lady Ann, it was a day to steal away to the arms of the one who had her heart. He had promised her a day of love and laughter and a chance to see his world. Being a Lady of royal descent, and he being, well, a commoner, their love was forbidden. They were from two different worlds and today she would experience some things only spoken about in hushed tones. Willy, as he was known by the towns folk, was to meet her in the field behind Lord Roscoe's Livery.
As she waited under the old oak near the east corner of the field she looked about. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and she could her the brook on the other side of the hill. She watched apprehensively for her love wondering what was keeping him.
He looked down from the oak tree. Aye! She was beautiful to behold! He wondered what favor had causd her to cast those lovely eyes upon his lowly self in the first place. Her hair, her eyes, her lovely laugh...but nothing could compare to her heart! He enjoyed how she paced about looking here and there for him.
"Aye, m' Lady?...Lookin for someone are ye?" She jumped and screamed quickly clamping her hand over her mouth! "How dare ye..." she started but was suddenly silenced as the lad swung down from the tree and kissed her long and hard.
"Come, we must hurry...they will start without us" he whispered. He grabbed her hand as they crept through the field and tip-toed across the rocks in the brook. "Where are we goin'?" she asked. Without stopping he answered, "Aye, but tis a secret set especially fer this fine day...methinks ye will like it."
They continued on for a while, over one hill, around another, through a thicket, and on they continued. Suddenly, in the distance they could hear a strange sound. It was too far tell what it was but sounded like a woman shrieking! She stopped short almost pulling him off his feet. "What be that?" she demanded a little frightened! He didn't answer; he didn't want to spoil the surprise. He looked down sheepishly...almost with a slight pout on his lips. "Trust me...it will be fine" he said sincerely. She knew he would never hurt her and she just couldn't stand, no, rather resist that little-boy look. "Come on me pretty lass," he assured her, "it twill be fun."
As they began to get closer, more sounds came from beyond the woods. Closer now she realized she had been hearing laughter, punctuated with loud outbursts of hilarity and non stop giggling! "It does sound like they're havin fun, now doesn't it?" she brightened.
When they finally stepped into the clearing, however, she was puzzled indeed at the sights that layed before her! Never had she seen anything of the likes and it frightened her. She felt as if her heart would leap from her chest!
To her right was a young woman in stocks, just like the ones used in the village to punish theives, scroundrels, and other law breakers. But this girl was laughing her fool head off, but what choice did she have? Her shoes and stockings had been removed and and another woman was running a large fluffy feather up and down her bare soles! The poor girl was cackling and she realized this had been the shreiking she had heard earlier. At this range it almost hurt her ears! The woman with the feather was merciless and she shivered at the thought of being on the receiving end! She would surely die!
Looking to her left she saw a sight yet more dreadful. Another poor lassy in ticklish torment, yet so much more unbearable as she did not have the pleasure of screaming her ticklish agony. Her mouth was bound shut but by her muffled squeals one could surely tell she was on the verge of insanity. Her tormenter tickled ever so lightly where her arch met her heels on her left foot. On her right foot he would run an index finger up and down the arch causing her body to jolt within the confines of the stocks. and a scream to escape her muted lips! Over and over, up and down, ever so lightly, yet so deliberate. Her toes were tied back tightly so that her feet were completely immobile...and (gulp!) vunerable. Her hands grasped open and closed grasping at what she could not reach. Annie subconsciously scrunched her own toes within the confines of her soft leather shoes only imagining what this poor soul and bare soles could be experiencing. She stood mesmerized, horrified and yet strangely fascinated almost forgetting everything around her, her eyes glued to the tormented arches of the girl. Then suddenly she was brought back to her senses by an ear shattering hysterical cry!
It was a lover's holiday! St. Valentines day was many years into the future, but to the fair Lady Ann, it was a day to steal away to the arms of the one who had her heart. He had promised her a day of love and laughter and a chance to see his world. Being a Lady of royal descent, and he being, well, a commoner, their love was forbidden. They were from two different worlds and today she would experience some things only spoken about in hushed tones. Willy, as he was known by the towns folk, was to meet her in the field behind Lord Roscoe's Livery.
As she waited under the old oak near the east corner of the field she looked about. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and she could her the brook on the other side of the hill. She watched apprehensively for her love wondering what was keeping him.
He looked down from the oak tree. Aye! She was beautiful to behold! He wondered what favor had causd her to cast those lovely eyes upon his lowly self in the first place. Her hair, her eyes, her lovely laugh...but nothing could compare to her heart! He enjoyed how she paced about looking here and there for him.
"Aye, m' Lady?...Lookin for someone are ye?" She jumped and screamed quickly clamping her hand over her mouth! "How dare ye..." she started but was suddenly silenced as the lad swung down from the tree and kissed her long and hard.
"Come, we must hurry...they will start without us" he whispered. He grabbed her hand as they crept through the field and tip-toed across the rocks in the brook. "Where are we goin'?" she asked. Without stopping he answered, "Aye, but tis a secret set especially fer this fine day...methinks ye will like it."
They continued on for a while, over one hill, around another, through a thicket, and on they continued. Suddenly, in the distance they could hear a strange sound. It was too far tell what it was but sounded like a woman shrieking! She stopped short almost pulling him off his feet. "What be that?" she demanded a little frightened! He didn't answer; he didn't want to spoil the surprise. He looked down sheepishly...almost with a slight pout on his lips. "Trust me...it will be fine" he said sincerely. She knew he would never hurt her and she just couldn't stand, no, rather resist that little-boy look. "Come on me pretty lass," he assured her, "it twill be fun."
As they began to get closer, more sounds came from beyond the woods. Closer now she realized she had been hearing laughter, punctuated with loud outbursts of hilarity and non stop giggling! "It does sound like they're havin fun, now doesn't it?" she brightened.
When they finally stepped into the clearing, however, she was puzzled indeed at the sights that layed before her! Never had she seen anything of the likes and it frightened her. She felt as if her heart would leap from her chest!
To her right was a young woman in stocks, just like the ones used in the village to punish theives, scroundrels, and other law breakers. But this girl was laughing her fool head off, but what choice did she have? Her shoes and stockings had been removed and and another woman was running a large fluffy feather up and down her bare soles! The poor girl was cackling and she realized this had been the shreiking she had heard earlier. At this range it almost hurt her ears! The woman with the feather was merciless and she shivered at the thought of being on the receiving end! She would surely die!
Looking to her left she saw a sight yet more dreadful. Another poor lassy in ticklish torment, yet so much more unbearable as she did not have the pleasure of screaming her ticklish agony. Her mouth was bound shut but by her muffled squeals one could surely tell she was on the verge of insanity. Her tormenter tickled ever so lightly where her arch met her heels on her left foot. On her right foot he would run an index finger up and down the arch causing her body to jolt within the confines of the stocks. and a scream to escape her muted lips! Over and over, up and down, ever so lightly, yet so deliberate. Her toes were tied back tightly so that her feet were completely immobile...and (gulp!) vunerable. Her hands grasped open and closed grasping at what she could not reach. Annie subconsciously scrunched her own toes within the confines of her soft leather shoes only imagining what this poor soul and bare soles could be experiencing. She stood mesmerized, horrified and yet strangely fascinated almost forgetting everything around her, her eyes glued to the tormented arches of the girl. Then suddenly she was brought back to her senses by an ear shattering hysterical cry!
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