The next two days were hectic. Packing gear, getting last minute supplies (like sanitary towels which I hadn't needed before), checking filming equipment and giving Louise some basic instruction on use the sound recording equipment. I kept Louise busy. In general she worked with an aloof acceptance if not with enthusiasm. It was if she was an employee doing a job she was paid to do.

On the second full day I sent her into the kitchen to make an omelet for lunch. How she managed to make it I don't know but the result was a sticky awful mess. Totally uneatable. "What a disaster. We can't eat that" I said. I could see tears and fear in her eyes. "Now come here." I made my voice sound stern.

"Please, please .... it just wouldn't go right."

I bent her over my lap and pulled her trousers down to bare the top of her arse.

"Please, no. I couldn't help it."

My hand descended and gave her flesh two very gentle pats before pulling her trousers up again and giving her a cuddle.

May popped in at that moment. "I'm not interrupting anything am I? She tried to laugh when she saw the apology for an omelet. "It still hurts when I laugh," she said.

"Bin it," I told Louise. "Would you like to stay for lunch?" I asked May, "Take pot luck, Louise is going to try and make us another omelet."

I'll make you one offered May but I insisted Louise learn to do it. Between us we instructed her and ended with a successful meal. "I think that is the first time ever, you have made me a meal," commented May.

"If I have my way it won't be the last but she will need more practice at cooking before that happens."

During those two days I made Louise wear her 'island' clothes and her new walking boots. Although soft leather, they still needed breaking in. A good soaking in the rain would help but here the weather remained fine. Louise of course thought the clothes 'disgusting', 'prison wear' but never-the-less wore them. She didn't have much choice seeing we had disposed of most of her other stuff.

Finally we were on the road to Wales. The day was bright and we reached the quay at Llannryn and met Rory who was already loading his fishing boat with what seemed a mountain of boxes, cylinders and packages. Again I introduced Louise as my sound assistant.

"Aye, Ay'll believe yer," her answered, "Morn'n Louise."

With Louise unloading the Landrover, myself passing the packages to Rory on the boat, the loading went quickly. "We need to get away as soon as we can. The wind is getting up later and we may have trouble unloading if it gets too bad," Rory explained.

Leaving Louise with Rory on the boat, I drove the Landrover to Rory's house and parked it behind his garage out of the way, said a quick "Hello" to Nancy his wife and hurried back. The wind had already started to rise however the hour long trip to the island went without problems and we were able to tie up against the small jetty and unload the stores. With the aid of a sack barrow from the boathouse we ferried the heavier items to the house. Rory helped for a time but as the wind increased he decided he'd best get back.

Before the last items were safely up the path and into the house, rain began to fall, lightly at first and then very heavily indeed. By the time we finished both of us were thoroughly wet and Louise's boots had their much needed soaking. She was miserable and tired and understandably a little grumpy. The work had been hard, far harder than anything she had done previously.

Despite it still being only late afternoon the overcast sky and the small windows made it quite dark inside the house. I suggested she move some of the boxes that littered the floor to one side so we had room to move about. She flipped the light switch and nothing happened, "There's no electricity .......," I started to say. Just why the remark caused the reaction it did, I would never know. Louse picked up a tin of vegetables that were on the table and flew at me in temper. Before I realised what was happening a right hook with the tin caught me on the chin and shoulder and was immediately followed by her left fist beating at my face. "Bastard, bastard, bastard," she yelled. "You bring me to this Alcatraz of an island, you force me to work in the cold and wet ....!"

Slipping quickly out of her way, I managed to get behind her, grab her wrists and fasten the cuffs together. "Control yourself Lou." She still struggled and tried to kick with her feet. I dragged to the centre post of the room, a post that had been left for structural reasons when two rooms were made into one. Taking her ankles I fastened the ankle cuffs so the post was between her legs. I felt a trickle of blood running down my neck. It didn't seem too serious.

"Lou, I know you are tired, I know you are cold, I know you are wet. I am too but that is no reason to lose control of yourself. You should know by now what to expect from that outburst and they way you will be warmed up. I am going to leave you there while I complete the rest of the necessary chores. It would have been much quicker if there were two of us doing them but it just means you will be cold and wet a little longer."

"I hate you for bringing me to this godforsaken place!"

"Once I am able to get the fire lit, the generator going and the gas cylinder hooked up, you will find it quite cozy. Now just sit still and let me do what I have to do to get the place warm and habitable."

The fire in the old black range was ready laid, and quickly started to burn when a match was put to it. It was something my father instilled in me. Before you leave, clean the grate, lay the fire and get in a stock of fuel ready for next time. This was one time I was very grateful I heeded his advice. The cast iron of the stove soon heated and its warmth began to be felt throughout the room.

Meanwhile I filled and started the generator kept in a lean-to outside and turned on the Calor gas cylinder and lit the pilot lights to the fridge, freezer, and water heaters over the sink and bath. The generator wouldn't be kept running all the time, hence the gas operated fridge and freezer. Once the generator was going I switched on the water pump to fill the header tank in the roof. All this took half an hour or so during which time Louise sat uncomfortably on the floor.

"Are you calmed down a bit now Lou?" She muttered something. "Are you?" She nodded affirmatively. "Can I release you without a torrent of fisty-cuffs?"

"Yes," she murmured, her hung, "I'm sorry. I just couldn't help it. I just saw red. Please don't beat me again."

"Lou, I will take into consideration the circumstances but you are not getting away scot-free. If I don't punish you this time you will expect the same the next." I released her ankles from the post. She said she needed to pee and started towards the bathroom, her hands still fastened behind her back. Finding no toilet there she cried out, "Don't they have loos in Alcatraz?"

Leading her down a wooden passage way beside the generator room I showed her the three hole privy. "I thought these went out with the ark," she exclaimed, "I would have thought there was enough water here for flush toilets." Lowering her trousers I seated her on the centre hole and myself beside her. She had become somewhat accustomed to performing with me in the same room but never before had we peed together at the same time. There was something erotic about the sound of two streams of piss splattering and mingling their way down the long drop to the privy base.

Returning to the main room I released Louise's wrists and told her to get all her wet clothes off. I did the same. The room was warming nicely. Removing my sweater I found both the shirt and vest red with blood and it had begun to dry in my beard. It looked as if an artery had been cut but it was mostly the way the blood had run into the rain soaked clothing. A bruise was beginning to show on the left shoulder where the tin had hit. The bleeding had more or less stopped but it gave Louise a shock when she saw the results of her blow and she was now very apprehensive as to her likely punishment.

After drying ourselves off I gave Louise her new thick dressing gown and slippers and donned mine. The kettle on the stove was now merrily boiling so we made tea. Louise's hands were shaking and she was sobbing almost uncontrollably as she sipped the tea from her mug.

"We may as well get it over with before we start cooking."

"Please. Can't we postpone it? Wait until tomorrow." She thought I would be more inclined for tolerance if I slept on it.

"If we do that, Lou, you will just be worrying about what I was going to do all night long. We will get it over with now." Removing her robe I took her to the table. She struggled a bit but after being warned it would only lead to extra punishment submitted without much resistance.

Using the wrist cuffs and some oddments of rope I bent her over the end of the table and tied her arms to two of the legs. Finding the flogger I proceeded to apply it vigorously to her backside. I noted the crop marks were still very visible and the whole area was not fully healed. Never-the-less I decided it was better to be cruel in order to be kind and laid the flogger on quite hard. Soon the area was again very pink. She yelled and screamed but there was no one within many miles to hear her.

Watching her arse bucking as each blow fell produced stirrings in my cock. Running my hands over the warn flesh I massaged between her legs until she started to respond then plunged my cock deeply in to her. I almost lost control and rammed it in fast and hard until I spurted right up into her. Louise quietened a little during the fuck although it must have been painful as my pubic hair rammed against her tender backside. Slowly I withdrew, I kissed the sore bum flesh and sucked her clit until she had an orgasm after all I wanted her to get a little pleasure from the experience, not just all pain.

Releasing her still sobbing from the table she started to say, "You bloody bas...." but a quick slap to her backside even though it was light caused her to stop in mid sentence. "Sorry, but that really was rape that time."

"Just remember why you were punished. It is to try and make you think twice or even thrice before you fly into a temper and cause others pain. I didn't use the flogger anywhere near as hard as I might have because I know the circumstances were rather extreme but that was no excuse for the attack."

I took her to the bathroom and started to run the water. At first it came through very brown from having settled in the pipe work. Louise seemed disgusted. She thought we were going to bath in water from the privy! I flushed the first lot of water away and the main flow came through a pale ale colour and I explained the water here was always that colour because it was filtered by the peat bogs on the hillside. There was nothing wrong with it, in fact it was very soft and would need little soap or shampoo to get a good lather. Turning the geyser on the bath slowly filled with a mixture of hot and cold water.

"Lou, I have punished you for you outburst earlier. Like before the slate is rubbed clean. If I remove all your cuffs and collars, will you at least try and co-operate and keep you temper under control? We have to live together for the next six weeks at least so shall we try and live peaceably? I know you are not here because you want to be. I know the life style is totally different to anything you have known before. I know there will be times like today when you will have to work very hard and be tired, wet and unhappy but there will, I promise you, be times when life will be more relaxed and enjoyable. What do you say? Peace and co-operation or war and punishment?"

"I don't think my bottom can stand anymore punishment," she snivelled, "So I will try and do what you say and I will try to control my temper." This seemed a good start so I removed all her restraints and helped her into the bath. She knelt and I climbed in with her. Again something she was becoming accustomed to so no objections were made. Soaping my beard caused the cut to open again and Louise suggested putting plaster on it but I was reluctant because getting it off the hair later.

"Look Eric," she said whilst trying to stop the blood flow with a dry sponge, "I am sorry I did this, not just because of the thrashing you gave me but because I did it without being able to help myself. I know you say to control myself but at times something just snaps and I let go without thinking."

"I know that, Lou. I am hoping that a sore arse afterwards will remind you to control yourself the next time."

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After a meal of soup and a couple of mackerel Rory had left with us, we felt a little better and started to clear the place a little. I lit the Tilley lamp which gave far more light than the small electric bulbs we could run from the generator. The light and heat from the paraffin lamp made the place seem that much more cozy. Lou was surprised when I took four house bricks from under the stove and put them in the oven. "You don't feed us brick for breakfast here, do you?"

"No, but we will use them later. You'll see."

Midway through the evening we decided enough was enough. Anything that wasn't put away could wait until tomorrow. We sat round the stove, made fire toast and talked till bedtime. Louise had to add more cushions to her chair but otherwise didn't seem too uncomfortable and she was certainly in a better mood than earlier.

Around 9 o'clock I took the now hot bricks from the oven, wrapped them each in an old blanket and put them in the bed. An old fashioned but effective water bottle. Louise of course had never heard of such a thing. "Not only do I have to sleep with you, I have to sleep with bricks in the bed!" But I saw the hint of a smile on her face.

The bricks aired and warmed the bed so that when we retired and the bricks were removed, it was nice and warm. Despite our day's exertions were didn't fall asleep immediately but lay there watching the flickering of the flame light on the ceiling where the rays came through the open door. We cuddled, fucked and cuddled some more before finally drifting off to sleep.