The Milkmaid And Her Pail Novels & Stories

The golden, sunburnt mane was now interloped with black. The creak of the door widening startled me more than it should have as I saw the eager -looking face of a castle maiden, her gray and white smock was pristine, but for the thin film of sweat on her forehead, and the way her milkmaid hat was skewered slightly on the brown plains of her slicked-back hair.

“Yes, Aunt.” Going into the village was worse than any chore. It was a gauntlet of hostile stares, of mothers pulling their children away, of men looking at her with a mixture of pity and fear. An hour later, the porridge had been made and eaten...Griselda getting the thick, creamy portion from the top, Winter getting the watery, burnt scrapings from the bottom. With a small, nearly empty coin purse clutched in her hand, Winter pulled her thin cloak tighter around her shoulders and stepped out into the strengthening daylight.

Her voice is low and quiet. She’s Amanda, 49 years old and our one and only maid, she’s been working with us for 5 years already. “Shhh... just go to Elizabeth’s room. Make sure that she doesn’t come out.” I whisper and waited for her to leave completely. My hands are shaking. I touch the doorknob. I could hear a strange noise as I listen carefully. I swallow nervously. I was surprised when I opened it and saw them both naked. A blonde young woman was on top of him...

But, he is a man. A young man, but still a man. So nothing I’ve done nothing wrong, she thought. Later that day, Davina decided to bake her ‘special’ cakes, but this batch would be even more special. Because she planned to use the milk from her breasts mixed with the cum from her pussy.

I could almost see my breath as I walked down the alley to the outskirts of the town, passing through the alleys, houses and meadows. It was twenty minutes of walking in silence until we reached a big red-brick cabin with a white tile roof over it. Just over the porch, there was a white block letter painted on the wooden wall; The Daily Dairy. Sister Cecilia had moved me here; The Daily Dairy as a milkmaid about two months ago. And I guess it's for the best since I kept getting my tears into the dough at The Daily Bread, and zoned out most of the time that the bread often went either sodden or burned, and in the worst case both.

It was the size of our parlour back home, with white walls and old paintings hung all over the walls. The strangest of them all was a large painting of a half-naked black woman breastfeeding a white child. The white baby appeared to be sucking vigorously at the black hard nipple of the black woman who seemed not to enjoy it. At the left edge of the picture, "For Philomena" was written in faint letters with a pen. Something about the picture kept bringing my eyes to it; plus, I couldn't understand the concept behind the painting. Why would a nude black woman breastfeed a white baby?

The weird one. When she saw the jar of milk she was drinking, her face quickly brightened. She was overjoyed as she sipped the powder milk. Until she went up to her room again she did not stop clapping the milk. When she lay down on the bed she felt drowsy again so she closed her eyes while still holding the jar of milk. DISGUSTED, Hera opened her eyes because of someone had earlier been shaking her shoulder.

I just expected my brothers to finish receiving their curses by our parents, so I would get rid of them and could go back to the village, in order to continue negotiating with the cheesemaker who wanted to pay me a piece of money for the liters of milk that month. In the distance, I heard the cows moulting, and a rooster singing. I turned my gaze to the women just in time to see that this Giulia, who acted like a child, had frowned her face in the direction of the sound. Had she ever been on a farm at some point in her life? It was impossible, I thought. A woman with money could go anywhere and at any time. Unless she considered us so unworthy that she didn't even take the trouble to conside

She put the glass of milk in my mouth "Sorry missus Elena, I am late but you see I have to wait for the young master is out" She said with a sad face "Indeed, your powers are strong enough to withhold this punishment. Some died because of this" She spoke out then lift the glass again into my mouth with a smile I smile back at her without saying anything to her "Thank you" I said but very weak She picks up the glass of milk from the ground and places it on the table, looks over the window

I unbolted the door and yanked it to see a maid standing right there, holding a tray of milk. “I was told to send this over to you,” I examined her from head to toe and left the door open for her to take it in. She took some careful steps in and dropped the milk on the bed stand, right beside my bed. “Do you need anything else ma'am?” She asked, playing with her fingers. Her face was looking innocent and pretty that I had the urge to scratch the beauty away with my nails. “Come here,” I signalled to her and she dragged her leg to my front.