Sandra is a real person, a painfully real one with a terrible problem, a gnawing demanding masochism, one which drives her into depths of debasement, humiliation and pain. Only during such bouts can she experience any real sexual gratification.
During these sessions, she achieves orgasm after orgasm, each producing sheer ecstasy, but later, when she recalls what happened, she is consumed with guilt and shame.
She had repeatedly tried to get professional aid but each time, after one or two visits, she becomes too ashamed to face the doctor again and gives up trying.
Sandra's story is worth being told and told as honestly and accurately as possible, because there are many Sandras in the world. Not all must go to the same desperate lengths to achieve pleasure, some perhaps go farther.
Some masochists are truly happy with their way of sexual life, others, like Sandra, enjoy it only when wallowing in masochism and after each bout, are filled with shame, regret and despair.
In this work we shall not be able to cover all aspects of physical masochism, but we shall cover many. As always, my motivation in producing this work is to contribute to a greater understanding of our fellow creatures.
I ask the reader to keep this in mind in reading this book, to consider that Sandra appears in many forms in many women and men of the world. They need the understanding of those with whom they come in daily contact, but as is so often the case, it is those most in need of understanding who are least likely to receive it.
In this, I am reminded of my bartender friend Tony who, in his plea for greater understanding, has been heard to quip, "take a masochist to the woodshed."
I propose to use in this book the language used by Sandra in telling her story. For this I make no apology and trust that my readers will expect none.
CHAPTER ONE
Sandra was the youngest of four children of not very prosperous farmers. Childhood was a blend of school work and farm work, with little time for play.
Discipline was strict although, for some reason never explained to her, while the boys were punished by switchings, strappings and spankings, the girls were not. Instead, they were punished by being obliged to kneel for long periods on a wooden floor while reciting prayers, and in other equally unpleasant ways.
When Sandra reached the age of thirteen, she came to envy her brothers. When they had punishment coming, they were taken to the parental bedroom or to the woodshed, and she would hear the sounds of beating and pained crying, but then it was all over.
"Aw, it isn't so bad," her brother Ted told her one day. "Sure it stings like mad, especially when it's a switch or Dad's belt, but then it's over and doesn't hurt anymore. In fact, a licking leaves your bum cheeks all sort of tingly, like pins and needles. I don't like getting a licking, but the feeling that stays in my bum afterwards is so nice that it almost makes the licking worth it. While Mom or Dad is laying it on, I try to think of how it will feel later and that helps."
It was the first time Sandra had ever heard that there could be pleasure connected with a beating and it had a considerable effect on her.
The following day, while she was in the kitchen with her mother, preparing dinner, Sandra tried to bring about a change in her style of discipline.
"Mum," she asked, a little timidly, "why is it that when the boys are bad they get lickings, but I don't?"
"That's easy," her mother told her. "It's because you are a girl and girls' bodies are different."
"But our bums are the same as boys', aren't they?"
"Yes, they are, but it's worse for girls to show their bodies as they would have to do for spankings."
Sandra couldn't accept the alleged logic of that and tried to press the matter. She stopped when told that one more word of such evil talk would earn her a one hour session of prayer with her bare knees on the hard floor of the kitchen.
Only Sandra and her brother Ted, then fifteen, remained at home. The older boy and girl had left as soon as they reached the legal age. Sandra's father had died a few years before. By changing to raising chickens, rather than general farming, it was possible for the three of them to run the farm and make a decent living, selling chickens and eggs in a nearby city.
A few evenings after her mother's refusal to discuss changing her method of punishing her, Sandra felt a surge of excitement on hearing her mother tell Ted that she would take him to the woodshed and beat him after he had finished his evening chores.
The excitement kept growing . . . the girl and she went into the woodshed just before supper with an exciting purpose in mind. After checking inside and outside the old building, she convinced herself that there were more than enough cracks through which she could quietly hide outside and watch Ted getting his licking.
In addition to seeing his bare behind, she would also, for the first time in her life, see a penis, something that had been carefully hidden from her up to that point.
She was restless all through the evening meal, then hurried with the dishes and other chores so that she would be finished before Ted and free to sneak to the back of the shed to watch her brother being beaten on the bare bottom.
During the last few minutes preceding the trip to the woodshed, Sandra kept out of her mother's sight, afraid that her excitement would show.
"All right, young man," she heard her mother say to the boy after a little while, "light the lantern now and we'll get to the woodshed for a good bottom warming."
Ted made no protest, but lighted the lantern and, a minute later, walked out the kitchen door, closely followed by his mother. Her heart pounding, Sandra waited until the shed door closed behind them, then hurried toward the building, her bare feet quiet on the dewy grass.
Going to the widest of the many cracks in the wall, Sandra put an eye to it and watched her brother taking his pants off. At the sight of his penis and scrotum, she became so excited that she thought she would faint.
"How are you going to do it, Mum?" she heard her brother ask.
"I'll take you across my lap for a nice spanking first," he was told, "then use the strap to touch you up and make you dance a little. I think that'll learn you a lesson."
The woman sat on the old chair that was kept in the shed and surprised Sandra by pulling the hem of her dress so high up her thighs that the girl could see a lot of her bloomers. She added to the surprise then by pulling the legs of her bloomers higher to show even more of her big, smooth looking thighs.
The woman patted her thighs and the boy walked to her, his penis swaying and further exciting the peeping girl, making her feel a hungry twitching in her crotch, wondering if that was the kind of feeling her brother experienced in his buttocks after a spanking.
"Now don't try to be brave or you'll get a lot more smacking," the woman told the boy as he draped his naked form across the big, white thighs, his behind nicely presented. "I want plenty of squirming and crying," she went on, patting the smooth cheeks all the while.
Sandra saw her mother's face shine with wild excitement as she squeezed both nether cheeks, then raised her right arm high and commenced spanking.
Right from the start, Ted cried and squirmed, his body rubbing across the woman's thighs. As she spanked, she continued to scold him while he cried and rubbed back and forth across her thighs.
Sandra had never seen her mother act or look so excited, the front of her dress rising and falling from her labored breathing as she slapped, scolded and panted.
''Take that on your bare arse . . ..SPANK ... and that. .. SPANK . .. SPANK. . . How does it feel to be getting a good . . . SPANK .. . arse smacking? That's it . . . SPANK . . . plenty of rubbing and squirming . . . SPANK . . ..Your arse is good and red now . . . SPANK . . . and I'm going to make it a lot redder . . . SPANK . . . SPANK . . . SPANK!"
Pausing in the spanking, the woman rubbed Ted's red nether cheeks as she commented on the heat and color of them. After that, she resumed scolding and spanking, using over and over again the two words "bum" and "arse."
Sandra noted, excited by the sound of them as well as the sounds of the slapping hand on the red, smooth looking buttocks of her brother.
When her mother stopped spanking, fondled the hot looking rounds for a little while, then pushed the boy off her lap, Sandra thought of hurrying back to the house. Something about the look on her mother's face made her change her mind.
From her dress pocket the woman took a heavy bonnet. She pulled it over the boy's head, backwards, then pulled it over his eyes and nose, tying it tightly at the back of his head. The purpose was obviously to blindfold him, Sandra reasoned, but she couldn't understand why.
The boy was guided into position so that he was bent a little from the waist, his hands gripping at the top of a half wall, his behind excitingly arched.
Sandra was barely able to hide a gasp of shock as she saw her mother pull her dress up above her waist and pin it there. With that, she pushed her bloomers well down her thighs. As she moved around the room, Sandra felt perspiration run over her body as she viewed her mother, bare, front and back. The sight of the wide triangle of curly hair on her big belly shocked the girl, the sight of the big, white buttocks and the deep crack between thrilled her and filled her with an urge to see that behind getting spanked, the big cheeks being slapped from white to pink to red.
Her eyes wild with excitement, the woman fumbled in her crotch for a minute, then inserted a finger in her vagina and began rubbing. As she did, she picked up the doubled belt and began strapping the boy's red behind.
After the first slap of the belt, she stared at his behind for a full thirty seconds as she fingered her clitoris, then gave him another cut with the leather as she went on fingering. In all, he had received seven or eight slaps with the doubled bent when the woman threw her head back, gave a few more fast rubs in her vagina, and the belt fell from her hands.
For a few seconds, Sandra thought her mother had gone into convulsions, but the wild jerking stopped and a look of ecstasy came over her face. Putting her right hand in her crotch, she gave herself a couple of rubs, then unpinned her dress and allowed it to fall into place. Sandra was struck by the fact that she had not pulled her panties.
Going to the boy, his mother began fondling his buttocks with both hands, commenting on the warmth and smoothness of them.
"There now, that's Mummy's good boy. You took your bum smacking very well, dear, I'm very proud of you. Promise me you won't go away like your no good brother did, that you'll stay with your mum and take your lickings like a good boy. Think of it, you'll be a great big man and you'll still come to the woodshed and strip naked for your mum to spank your bare arse."
"Yes, Mum," the boy sobbed, "I'll always stay with you and I'll take my lickings when you want me to."
"What a dear sweet boy you are, Ted. When you're a bit older, more of a man, you're gonna enjoy life with me a lot more. Later, after Sandra leaves home and we're alone together. I'll give you a few spanks with my hand now to keep your bum warm for a while longer. I'll just hold onto you like this."
Her hand went around the boy and closed around his penis. Holding him that way, she gave him a shower of spanks which made him sob again.
Sandra saw a look of surprise come over her mother's face and when she looked at her brother again, she saw that his penis had grown bigger and that, as he straightened up, it stood straight out instead of dangling as it had earlier.
"I'm sorry, Mum," he sobbed, "I couldn't help it. It just happened."
"That's all right, Ted, dear. You're growing up now. It wasn't your fault. You just go to the toilet now, you know what to do to make yourself feel good all over."
Ted jumped into his pants, closed them and, picking up his shirt, ran from the shed. Sandra heard him go to the toilet and close the door behind him. She wondered what her mother had meant, what he was going to do in the toilet to make himself feel good.
She watched as her mother again pulled her dress up and pinned it, guessing that she was going to finger her vagina again.
Instead, the woman went to the workbench and picked up the candle from the candlestick that had been put there not long after her father died. She had often wondered about it, had asked her mother but had gotten no answer.
Holding the candle lovingly, the woman ran it through her hand then, opening her crotch wide, she guided it to her vagina and pushed it deep inside, sighing so loudly that it was more a groan which caused Sandra to tremble violently with excitement.
With her right hand the woman worked the candle in and out while her left hand fondled her massive white buttocks, sometimes rubbing, sometimes patting as though spanking lightly.
After a little while, her body began jerking again, as violently as it had done when she'd fingered herself. When the jerking stopped, she sighed again and slowly pulled the candle out of her vagina and replaced it in the holder.
When the woman caught her bloomers and pulled them up to cover her behind and crotch, Sandra decided that the show was over and it was time for her to hurry back to the house.
"You don't look so sad," she said to her brother when she talked to him later, after she had more or less composed herself, "for a guy who got a licking."
"No," he grinned, "I'm not sad. Like I told you before, strappings and spankings ain't so bad once you get used to them."
CHAPTER TWO
Sandra went to bed early that night, stripping naked and ignoring the nightie which hung on the post of the old fashioned brass bed.
Her brother and mother were listening to the radio downstairs and she could have stayed with them, but she had too many things on her mind and churning in her body.
At school she had heard other girls giggling as they made references to fingering the vagina. They had spoken of other things too, of the act they called fucking, where the man sticks his thing into the woman's thing and works it in and out.
She understood that her mother had been simulating that act with the candle and wondered how it would feel to have something working in and out of her hole. But that wasn't something she would be able to find out, she told herself and wished her cherry would somehow vanish so that the passage would be free to permit sexual experimentation.
But she could get her finger into her vagina as her mother had done. It was not long before she found the most sensitive part of her, without knowing that it was called a clitoris. She began to rub as her mother had done and was soon squirming in aroused nudity, arousal flooding her innocent young body, her mind filled with images of red buttocks being spanked, of crying and of slapping sounds. She went wild with lust, poised on the brink of orgasm, then went into it, groaning and crying out loudly, not aware that she was making sounds which could be heard easily from the room downstairs.
Climax was just beginning to pass, her hand was still in her crotch and she was still writhing when the door burst open and her mother caught her in the act, emitting a shriek of horror.
"Why you dirty, filthy little beast," she shrieked. "Where did you ever learn such filth?"
Shocked at her mother's attitude, Sandra did not take time to think of her words before she uttered them. "I learned them from you," she flared angrily. "I saw you doing it while you were strapping Ted and later with the candle after you played with his bird."
She had just finished uttering the words when the hand exploded across her cheek, numbing it and making it feel six inches thick.
"You filthy, spying bitch," the woman spat the words. "You just stay where you are and I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget."
There was no fear in Sandra as her mother stormed from the room. She was going to be beaten, she knew, sensed it was going to hurt, and yet, for some reason she couldn't explain, she wanted to scream at her mother to hurry.
When she heard the pounding footsteps returning, she threw herself over on her tummy, her naked behind jerking up and down on the bed, waiting for the fiery kiss of leather.
"What are you doing? Have you gone crazy?" her mother shrieked when she saw the wildly aroused girl raising her bum to be strapped.
"Hurry, hurry, Mum, beat me. Oh, lash my bare arse with the belt. Oh, hurry and give it to me, I'm dying for it."
"Sandra," her mother gasped, grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking her violently, "have you gone crazy? What in hell is the matter with you?"
"Oh, Mummy . . . Mummy," she panted almost incoherently, "please strap my bum the way you strap Ted . . . please, Mum, make me cry!"
Wild with arousal then, no hope of control remaining, Sandra pushed a hand under her tummy, found the little slit of her vulva and began fingering herself, calling over and over for her mother to strap her madly tossing behind.
With a shriek the woman ran from the room and slammed the door loudly behind her.
Her mind seething with erotic images, Sandra continued to finger her clitoris until, with more cries and shrieks, she climaxed again. Ecstasy survived for a few more seconds, then was replaced by the blackest of depressions.
Suddenly, Sandra saw herself as evil and vile, abnormal, unwanted and unloved. For a long time, she cried, wishing she were dead, wondering what method, what weapon she could use to kill herself and end her torment.
In time, she ran out of tears, but the thoughts persisted cruelly. Her mother loved and beat her brother, fondled his bottom and spoke of the fun they would have together when Sandra left home, begged him to stay with her and never leave.
She had so enjoyed spanking and strapping the boy that she had fingered her vagina, then used a candle like a male organ, and yet she refused to spank or strap her daughter.
What, Sandra wondered, had she done wrong to so turn her mother against her that she wanted her to leave home, to leave her alone to enjoy life with Ted? Why did she so enjoy beating Ted and yet so firmly refuse to beat her?
Prior to then, Sandra had never felt particularly loved, but never had she felt so completely unloved, worse, so totally rejected.
Getting out of bed, she picked up her nightie and put it on. She needed to go to the toilet, but that would mean walking through the kitchen and facing her mother. She couldn't do that. Even though it was hurting her, she vowed she would hold back. Maybe, she told herself, her bladder or kidney would explode and she would die. At the moment, it was a beautiful promise which she hoped would come true.
Later, long after her mother and brother had gone to bed, the pain forced her to get up and go to the toilet in the yard. It was cold then, but Sandra was glad. The cold punished her which was something her mother refused to do. It meant that nature loved her enough to punish her.
Having watched the scene between her mother and her brother in the woodshed, remembering how her mother had fondled the boy's buttocks and genitals, how her voice had been soft and gentle when she told him to go to the toilet and make himself feel good, she came to associate punishment and love as equals.
Her life was terribly empty because, she told herself, her mother didn't love or beat her. She had begged her mother to strap her, but instead the woman had heaped abuse on her for having done what she herself had done in the shed. All of life became confusing and ugly.
Her urine burst from her in a joyous rush as she sat on the cold, wooden seat. As the pressure on her bladder was relieved, so was the pressure on her mind. Guilt and shame and evil passed and as she stood, she passed a hand over her bum.
Her buttocks were cool, not hot like Ted's had been after the spanking and strapping, and the skin of them responded excitingly to the touch of her hand.
Standing in the small toilet, her nightie held above her waist, she reached behind and gave herself a hard spank on the right cheek with her right hand.
It stung and yet it was wildly exciting. Her hand touched the place she had spanked, then moved back and came down in another spank.
"There," she said aloud to herself, "you naughty girl, I'll teach you to do dirty things like fingering your little cunt. I'm going to spank the arse off you, like this ... and this .. . and this... " While she continued the fantasy in which a loving mother was spanking her as she lay across her big, smooth thighs, Sandra rained spank after spank on her sensitive nether cheeks. The slaps hurt, and yet they thrilled and delighted at the same time.
After a long time, she stopped spanking and, sitting on the edge of the cold, hard toilet seat, she put a finger into her crotch, found her tender clitoris and rubbed it with the tip of a finger until she climaxed yet again.
Sandra returned to the house after that, but once again, ecstasy had heen a fleeting visitor and left her feeling guilty and ashamed. In the house, she locked the back door behind her and walked very quietly up the stairs to her bedroom.
She had expected she would be able to sleep at last, but it wasn't to be. Instead, she was haunted by thoughts which became more complicated by the minute.
She loved her brother and, to a lesser extent, her mother. And yet, her mother loved and spanked Ted, but became horrified and said ugly things when Sandra asked to be spanked and strapped. Ted, somehow, was a normal., decent boy. She, for some reason she couldn't comprehend, was a dirty, evil person, so sinful that even her own mother couldn't love her.
Sleep was a long time in coming, and when it did, at last, it wasn't good sleep. It was filled with dreams in which her mother spanked Ted and fingered her clitoris while telling him he was a good boy and she loved him.
Time after time, Sandra woke from her ugly dreams hearing herself begging her mother to beat her with the belt while the woman refused, her face ugly and distorted as she hissed, "I spank and strap your brother because I love him. I won't strap you because I hate you and want you to go away and leave us alone so that we can be happy without you around to interfere with our pleasure."
"But why, Mummy, why?" she asked, sitting up, the dream over and wakefulness not helping her. "Why don't you love me? Why don't you want me to live here with you and Ted?"
"Because," came the silent answer within her troubled mind, "you are ugly and stupid and terrible. Because I don't love you, I only love Ted. I hate you and want you to go away where I'll never have to see you again. Nobody could possibly love you, you dirty little girl, now get out of here, I'm going to take Ted to the woodshed and spank him and finger my cunt. Don't you dare spy on me again or I'll send you away to some terrible place."
After that, Sandra cried again and in time, merciful sleep came to her.
CHAPTER THREE
As Sandra was dressing for school the following morning, her mother came into her room and told her not to bother, that she was not going to school that day.
Breakfast was a tense meal for all. There was no conversation and none of the three ate much. Sandra saw that her mother was dressed to go to the city. She knew that it had something to do with her, but couldn't guess what. Instinct told her it was something she wouldn't like, but couldn't do anything about.
After the meal, Sandra learned that Ted wasn't going to school either, that she was to remain in her room and that he was responsible for seeing that she didn't leave it.
As soon as their mother drove out of the yard, Ted came to her door to talk to her.
"Gee, Sandy," he began, sheepishly, "I'm truly sorry about all this. I don't know why she's so mad at you."
"I know why, Ted, she wants to get rid of me so she can be alone here with you. She doesn't love me. I don't know why. Ted, please tell me why she went to the city. It's awful not knowing."
It required a little more pleading, then he told her.
"She's going to," he paused and a tear ran down his face, "have you put in a home."
Ted cried then, but Sandra didn't. It was so obvious a move, she told herself, that she should have guessed it.
"Don't cry, Ted," she said, putting her arms around him and hugging him. "It isn't your fault. I know that you love me, but there's nothing you can do about it now. She wants to get rid of me so she can be alone with you."
Sandra sensed that the boy was holding something back. Later, after they had talked for a while longer, he told her what it was.
"Last night, when she told me, I cried and asked her not to send you away. She told me she had to and it was the best thing for all of us. She told me that I was going to be like her husband, that she'd give me my strappings on her bed and that we're going to sleep together with no clothes on and do exciting things."
"I know, Ted. Did she tell you what things you would do?"
"No."
"I'll tell you. She'll strip bare naked and let you see and feel her big tits and bum. She had a great big, round white bum. You're going to love feeling it. After that, shell he down on her back, open her legs and let you lie down on her belly, stick your dick in her cunt and fuck with her. I guess it will all be pretty exciting."
"I guess it will if you're right, but we could do it while you're here just as well. I'm going to ask her again not to send you away."
"No, Ted, don't bother. Just try to come and visit me when you can. I guess I'll be very lonely without you."
When her mother returned, Sandra already had her things packed. There wasn't that much and it had given her something to do, deciding what she should take with her.
Her mother's tone was unusually gentle when she came into the room.
"You've packed?" she asked. "Did Ted tell you?"
"No, Mother, he didn't have to. I know you want to get rid of me and the best way is to have me put in a home. What time do I go?"
"Please, dear, don't say things like that. It's just that it's best for you. I love you, dear, after all, I am your mother."
"Yes, you are my mother. Aren't I lucky. You're Ted's mother too, but I saw the way you handled his dickie and used the candle in your cunt. Imagine, Mother, you'll be able to use his dick in your cunt after I'm ..."
That was as far as she got as the hand exploded against the side of her face, knocking her back into the bed.
"You dirty little bitch, no wonder I have to have you put away. The sisters will know how to look after your dirty mind and dirty mouth. You'll get plenty of lickings in the home, you can count on that."
The woman left the room and Sandra was surprised that instead of feeling anger or resentment, she felt only sexual arousal. Shutting the door, she closed her eyes and pulled her panties down.
In her mind, she saw a nun in her long, black robe. She had a leather strap in her hand and she was telling Sandra to strip naked and lie on the bed on her tummy to be strapped. And then the nun's robe was gone and she was naked, her body glowing white.
"I'm really going to make that tender little bum burn for you, Sandra," the phantom nun said, a smile of excitement spreading across her face. "I just love strapping girls on the bare arse and making them cry."
There would have been more to the fantasy, but the finger in her vulva triggered climax and she felt the delicious shock waves rocking her body.
When she returned to reality, she heard her mother calling her, angrily, telling her it was time to go.
"I'll carry the bag to the car for you," Ted told her as he came into her room, tears running down his face.
"Don't cry, Ted dear," she told him, hugging him tightly. "I love you, Ted, and some day we'll be able to spend lots of time together. Please don't come to the car with me, it will only make things worse."
She released him and he burst into loud crying as he fled to his room. Tears came into Sandra's eyes then, but they were for her brother, she had none left for herself.
"Now, now, Sandra," her mother said, controlling her anger, "what must be must be. You don't want to get there with your eyes all red from crying."
"I'm not crying for me, Mother, I'm crying for Ted. He loves me, imagine that. The only person in the whole world who loves me. Let him come to visit me often, Mother, and I won't tell a soul what is going on between you and him."
The woman made no reply, but Sandra guessed her bold threat would work.
The car pulled up in front of the big iron gates and a man swung them open. Sandra saw him looking at her. She turned her face away.
There were no statues on the grounds, no crosses anywhere. That struck Sandra as being strange for a religious institution.
There was just a long, two story brick building. It looked plain, starkly so, and very ominous.
CHAPTER FOUR
Sandra had answered a lot of questions, papers had been filled out and then she was being escorted upstairs and down a long series of halls and corridors. Again Sandra was struck by the complete absence of religious artifacts.
"Sister," she asked, wanting to break the cold silence, "why aren't there any crosses and statues and things like that around here?"
"We don't pay much attention to those things here, child," the nun told her. "Here the girls go to school and work and have some time for play. That's enough."
"Are you really nuns?"
"Of course we are, child. We're just different, that's all. Here we are, this is Mother Superior's private suite. She will tell you all about the rules and the way of life here. You needn't be afraid, she isn't going to eat you up."
"Thank you, Sister, but I'm really not afraid," Sandra replied, managing a smile.
The woman rang the bell and after a considerable wait, the big door was opened by a very pretty and shapely girl of about sixteen, Sandra guessed.
The girl took the file from the nun who left, then conducted Sandra through yet another corridor and knocked on a door. A voice called for them to enter. Silently, the girl handed the file to the nun behind the desk, turned and left the room, closing the door behind her.
As she opened the file, the nun looked up and smiled at Sandra as she told her to be seated. She skimmed the file, not reading anything completely.
Sandra was sure that the woman looked like the nun in the erotic fantasy she had experienced a little earlier, then told herself it was only her imagination playing tricks on her. No nun, she told herself, would act as that one had.
Mother Superior asked her many questions about her home life and she answered them all without hesitation.
"I understand your mother caught you fingering yourself, is that true?"
"Yes," Sandra replied, blushing.
"Do you do it often?"
"I just started," Sandra told her.
"That's not really strange. Do you think a lot about sex?"
"Again, I just started, really."
The nun asked more probing questions and Sandra heard herself pouring out a torrent of words as she told of having peeked at the strapping of her brother, what she had seen her mother do later, how she had masturbated in bed, then did it again, while her bare behind bounced as she screamed for her mother to beat her.
"I don't know what came over me," she went on. "It was as though I'd gone crazy."
"Don't be frightened, dear," the nun told her with a warmth which surprised and delighted the girl, "you're not crazy at all. I rather think you are a natural masochist. Do you know what that is?"
"No, is it bad?"
"No, dear," the nun said, reaching out to pat her on the knee, "it isn't bad at all. We'll talk more about it another time. How were you punished at home? Were you beaten?"
"No, never," Sandra went on to tell how her brothers had been beaten, but the girls never were.
"That's just what I expected to hear, Sandra. Here, when girls require punishment, it is in the form of spankings and strappings, always on the bare bum."
Mother Superior went on to describe various forms of corporal punishment. As she talked, Sandra thought she saw excitement flashing in her eyes, thought her voice lowered and became warmer, but she couldn't be sure it wasn't as a result of her own mounting excitement.
"Now, my dear," the nun went on, "I believe you when you say you are a virgin, but I must check. It is a rule. Stand and hold your clothes up to your waist."
Nervously, she did so, wishing she were wearing prettier panties than the plain, white cotton ones she wore.
The nun remained seated, but moved to the edge of her chair and drew Sandra closer so that she was between her legs.
"Don't be afraid, dear," the woman told her, warmly. "I'm not going to hurt you."
Sandra felt her panties being pulled down very gently and slowly, then felt a smooth hand coursing over her nether cheeks, squeezing and patting them.
"You have very pretty and firm bum cheeks, my dear," the nun said as she continued to fondle them. "Have they never been spanked?"
"No."
"Just keep your bum nice and relaxed, Sandra. I'm going to give you one spank to let you know what it feels like. Keep your dress well up, dear."
Holding her around the tummy with her left arm, the woman rubbed a buttock gently with her right hand, drew it back, paused, then slapped, her hand squeezing the cheek as it held there.
"There now, Sandra," she said almost in a whisper, "that wasn't so bad, was it?"
"No, Sister," she replied, her voice quavering. "In fact, dear, you liked it, didn't you?" "Yes."
"It felt good in your bum, but you felt it in your crotch too, didn't you? Right inside your warm little pussy." "Oh yes, Sister."
"I'll check your little cunny now, dear. Just stand still, there, I'll hold your pretty bum and just slip my finger up your little slit to find your cherry. Ah yes," she went on as the finger pushed up into the girl's vagina, "you have a nice tight little cunny. Yes, you do have a cherry too and it isn't too hard. That will make it easier for you when the time comes."
"What do you mean, Sister," Sandra asked, trembling.
"I mean the first time a man sticks a big, strong prick in your little cunt and gives you your very first fuck. You know about fucking, don't you?"
"Not. . . very much .. . Sister."
"Well, in fucking, the man's cock moves in and out of the woman's cunt the way my finger is doing now. If the man is a good fucker, his prick rubs against the woman's clitoris, like this. Doesn't it feel nice?" she asked as she fingered the hardening clitoris and her other hand squeezed a buttock.
When she stopped rubbing and left the finger motionless in Sandra's vagina, the girl was unable to keep her body from riding the finger.
"Yes, dear," the nun said, withdrawing her finger, "I understand. Come, we'll go to another room and continue your education."
She pressed a button on her desk and the girl who had conducted Sandra to the room entered.
"I'm not to be disturbed until further notice," the nun told the girl. "You may read in the outer lobby until I call you."
"Yes, Sister," the girl replied, bowing and closing the door as she left.
Getting up from behind her desk, the nun put an arm around Sandra's waist and led her to another door. As it opened, Sandra saw that it was a beautifully-appointed bedroom, her knees went weak and she had to lean against the black-robed woman.
"It's all right, dear," the sister told her, "I understand. I'll give your bum a nice beating first and then I'll do nice things to make your hot little cunt feel soooo good."
"Oh, Sister," Sandra groaned and dropped to her knees, her face pressed against the front of the robe, her arms wrapped around the big hips. Without realizing what she was doing, Sandra began to feel the plump buttocks of the woman through her robes.
"Wait, dear," the woman said, pushing her away a little and bending to grasp the hem of the robe. She pulled all of her clothing up and Sandra was staring at big white thighs and a white tummy with a wide triangle of thick, curly hair.
"There, dear," the nun said, a hand going behind Sandra's head to pull her face into the warm juncture of thighs and tummy. "There now, you stay there and think of being beaten on your bare bum. Put your hands on my big, smooth bum, that's it."
The nun dropped her clothes and they fell around the girl, enveloping her in exciting darkness, silken skin driving her wild as she fondled the lush buttocks and inhaled the musky odor of woman.
The buttocks under her hands were excitingly firm and so silken in texture that the girl couldn't believe it was skin and not the finest silk ever woven.
Sandra lost track of time, but eventually the nun's garments were raised and she was told to get up and strip naked.
She did so, hurriedly, wanting the promised beating more than she had ever wanted anything in her young life. The nun was gentle and kind and loved her, she would not reject her, but would beat her, thus demonstrating her love, in the girl's mind.
"My, what cute little titties you have, dear," the woman told her as she fondled both. "They look like just enough to fill a mouth. Let me find out."
With that, the nun bent over her and sucked a breast completely into her mouth. When she released it after a little sucking, she tongued Sandra's nipple until it rose, hard and elongated. She did the same to the other.
Stepping back then, her hands worked behind her neck, untying and unhooking, then the upper portion of her clothing was pushed down and she was naked to the waist.
"Oh, Sister," Sandra gasped at the sight of her big, firm, beautifully white breasts, "they're so beautiful."
"Yes, dear, I do have big, beautiful tits. Come feel them, heft them and see how heavy they are."
Sandra reached eagerly for the proffered breasts, finding more silk as she fondled them. After more rubbing and squeezing of the big breasts, the woman showed her how to take a nipple between her lips and cause it to stiffen and elongate. That was followed by her stuffing a breast into Sandra's mouth and whispering urgently for her to suck.
When the girl had sucked both breasts and stood back to stare again at the exciting beauty of the woman, the nun pushed her robes down over her wide hips and allowed them to fall to the floor.
She wore black silk stockings held around her big, firm thighs with red garters. Again Sandra was struck by how much she resembled the nun she had seen in her fantasy.
Stepping out of her discarded garments, the nun turned her back to Sandra and lightly ran her hands over her magnificently rounded buttocks, teasing the sensitive skin with the tips of her fingers.
"Do you like my bum?" she asked Sandra, smiling over her shoulder.
"Oh, Sister, it's so beautiful."
"Kneel down and kiss it. That's it, rub my hips gently while you cover my bum with kisses. That's nice, dear, make the kisses a little wetter now. That's nice. Kiss my crack too, dear. Oh you sweet little angel, how clever of you to lick my crack like that without having to be told. More, dear, more. Oooh, that feels good."
"Come with me now, dear," the nun told her as she took her hand and helped her to her feet. "I have some very exciting things to show you."
They went to a cabinet against the far wall and the nun opened both doors wide. What was displayed there brought a strangled gasp from the girl.
"Yes, dear, all those lovely implements are used to beat pretty girls on the bare bum and thighs. How many beautifully curved bums have danced under their delightful sting!"
Sandra had difficulty focusing, but when she was able to, she saw the whole collection of leather straps, wooden paddles, canes, and a few little whips, one of them a five thonged martinet.
"How I should love to be in a big room," the nun went on, "and see everyone of these implements being employed by naked women, beating the bums of naked, crying girls as they danced with pain, their pretty titties dancing too."
"Oh yes, Sister, oh yes," Sandra said with a sigh that contained a groan in it.
"You will taste them in time, dear, but for now, I'll use a light strap, one that will sting you very much but not leave any pain when I'm finished."
She took a cut down razor strap from its place, ran it through her left hand as she held the fitted handle in her right hand, then turned and went with Sandra to her bed.
Putting the strap down, she sat and patted her thighs. With a glad little cry, Sandra draped her naked body across the waiting thighs, trembling as the thrill of the contact of skin on skin sent hot tremors racing through her highly aroused body and causing others to dance in the depths of her tummy.
"Ah, what a lovely sight," the nun sighed and began patting and rubbing Sandra's upturned bottom cheeks. "One of the lord's true works of art, the bare, white bum of a pretty girl waiting to be spanked."
Anticipating the first slap of the woman's hand on her perfectly positioned behind, Sandra began to rub across the silken thighs, little cries of passion breaking from her throat.
"Oh, Mummy, spank my bum, spank me and love me. Mummy, Mummy."
Tears came into the woman's eyes as she realized what Sandra was saying, heard the verbal manifestation of the great need to be loved by the woman who had so cruelly rejected her in favor of her brother.
"Yes, Sandra darling," the nun said, "Mummy loves you and is going to spank your sweet little bum-bum."
Holding the girl lightly with her left hand, she gave her a stinging spank on the right cheek. With a sharp intake of breath, she raised her hand and aimed a sharp smack at the other cheek.
In the beginning, Sandra only sighed and sobbed, but as the spanking continued at a brisk, though not a hurried pace, she cried, more and more loudly while the slapping hand moved from cheek to cheek, painting them a delightful shade of rose pink and making hot needles dance deep inside the rounds of Sandra's well spanked behind.
"There, darling," the nun said, helping Sandra off her lap, taking her into her arms and falling back onto the bed with her, "that's enough for your first spanking. Mummy loves you very much and has shown it by spanking your pretty bum all hot and red."
"Oh, Mummy," Sandra sobbed, her words muffled in the woman's big, silken breasts, "I love you. My bum feels so good now, and I'm so happy because you really do love me."
"Yes, I love you, dear, I love you so very much. I won't give you a strapping now, I'll save that for later when we'll do a lot of exciting things together."
Holding the girl close, the woman's warm, silken body comforted her even more than any words could and Sandra drifted among pink clouds in the warmth of the sun, high above the earth with all its pains and problems.
Author's Note In the interests of fairness to all concerned, it must be pointed out here that the events in the foregoing chapter are true only within Sandra's mind. They did not happen.
Amazed at her story and the honesty with which she told it, I checked on the institution she named. I learned that she had been an inmate there indeed, but that at no time had it ever been operated by nuns.
Sandra's hurried admission had been expedited by an influential man who had long been a friend of the family.
I talked with the doctor who served the home and was told that, especially during the period when Sandra was there, corporal punishment was commonplace as were acts of lesbianism among the inmates and between female staff and inmates.
To understand how the facts could have become so twisted in Sandra's mind, one must consider her emotional state at the time of her entrance there.
Too, there was the fantasy about the nun on the morning of her going to the home.
One supposes that something of a traumatic nature happened to Sandra shortly after her arrival at the institution and her mind lapsed into a fantasy world to protect her from the harshness of reality. This form of regression from reality is not at all uncommon.
So we see that Sandra did not lie at all, she lived that experience and the others she recalls in such vivid detail regarding the institution.
This is not surprising either, her fantasized experiences were stronger than reality, formed an overlay in her mind and so, it is these that she recalls as reality and, I feel confident, will continue to as long as she lives. There is always the possibility that at some future date, something will happen to destroy the overlay and replace it with remembered reality, but I doubt strongly that this will happen in her case.
In case the reader charges me with dishonesty for having saved this explanation until the end of the foregoing chapter, I have a reason to offer for that too. Surely it was not my intention to play a little prank.
Sandra's fantasy experiences during this period are so vital to her entire development, that I felt I owed it to the reader to let him experience them as Sandra did, as reality.
I am making the truth known at this point rather than later in the book, out of fear that the reader would, in view of the strange nature of her experience, think that I had slipped from fact into fiction.
Remember then, that the following portion of her story as it relates to the institution is true only in that she actually lived it in her mind and that it influenced the rest of her life.
CHAPTER FIVE
Sandra remained in the private suite of Sister Superior, resting and even enjoying a brief sleep after the spanking from which she woke totally refreshed.
At first she wondered if it had been a dream, but when she looked around, she saw the beautifully furnished room and the rich drapes. Getting out of bed, she ran naked to a full length mirror to check the color of her buttocks. Although much of the spanked color had faded, there was still a faint pink tinge to her cheeks and when she squeezed them, they felt different than usual, a slight sensitivity having remained from the spanking.
"Were you afraid I had spanked your bum right off?" the nun asked, surprising Sandra with her quiet entry.
"Oh no, I-I, oh, Sister, you look so beautiful and so exciting."
And she did too, having covered her nudity to the extent of donning a black bra and matching panties, black garterbelt, nylons and high heels, and a pair of elbow length black kid leather gloves.
"Thank you, dear, I'm glad you like my uniform. We have many things to talk about this afternoon, dear, and I wanted to look my prettiest for you. As for you, you couldn't look prettier."
They went to the woman's bed and sat, the nun's arm comforting around Sandra's naked waist. From another room, Sandra heard the sound of quiet crying.
"Did you beat another girl, Sister?"
"No dear, that's the girl who brought you into my suite. She had been my companion for some months now, but I've just told her she was finished and that you will be taking her place."
"Oh, Sister, how wonderful," Sandra enthused, then her face went solemn.
"What's the matter, Sandra? Aren't you pleased to hear that you will be staying here with me?"
"Oh yes, Sister, truly I am. I was just thinking of how hurt she must be at being sent away because of me. I don't like to see people hurt."
"What a sweet girl you are, my dear, but you're not to feel sorry for her. She enjoyed her stay with me and knew it would end some day. She's sixteen now and within a few days, I'll arrange for her to be released. Think of this though, because the day is going to come when you will have to leave me to make room for another girl. That's the way it goes here."
"I understand, Sister, and when that time comes, I won't be happy, but I won't cry either. Still, it won't come for a long time, I hope. I'll do my best to be very good, Sister and please you in everything."
"I'm sure of that, dear," the nun told her, "if you slip from time to time, I'll have you strip here naked for a beating."
"And if I'm always good, Sister?"
"Then you will still get many beatings, my dear, you can be sure of that. Later today, after we have had dinner and rested, I'm going to give you your very first strapping."
"You may strap me now if you wish," Sandra said, her eyes shining with happiness.
"I know, dear. I may strap you anytime I wish, but I'm going to save that little treat until after dinner and before we go to bed."
"Yes, Sister. I'll always want to do what you want me to."
"That's nice, dear. Now about what you should call me. Others call me Mother Superior or Sister Superior, but I noticed that when I was spanking you, you called me Mummy. Would you like to call me that all the time?"
"Oh yes," she replied with enthusiasm. "It would be like you were really my mummy. You would love me and spank me and strap me. Oh Sis-, I mean Mummy, I'm going to be so happy."
"Yes, my dear, I suspect you are going to be. Come into my arms now and well enjoy some nice kisses."
Embracing the naked girl, the nun kissed her with fierce passion, taught her how tongues could participate in a loving kiss to make them even more delightful.
After many kisses and much fondling, Sandra began to make little crying sounds.
"Poor baby," the nun said, her tone laden with warmth, "I know what's wrong, dear. Just lie back on the bed, Mummy will fix you up."
Sandra lay back on the bed, unable to keep from squirming in her passion. Sitting beside her, the woman rubbed the hot young crotch for a few seconds, then put a finger into the little slit and found the girl's passion bud.
"There, baby," she said as she began to rub it, "your sweet little cunt was just too hot, that's all. Mummy will finger it for you and then you'll feel so good all over. There now, baby, doesn't my finger feel good in your little cunty?"
"Oh yes, Mummy, yes, it feels wonderful with your finger rubbing inside my cunt."
"Yes, Sandra, you're going to have a very nice come. Just relax and let it happen."
But relaxation was not the word for what the girl did then as orgasm racked her lovely young body and her hips jerked up off the bed. In the throes of her climax, she was barely aware of her legs being raised and parted.
As the shock waves began to diminish, Sandra saw the head of the woman below her belly and felt the loving kiss being applied to her vulva.
"Oh, Mummy," she sighed as the nun raised her face to smile down at her, "that was heaven."
"That's right, my dear, you're beginning to understand what life is all about. There really is a heaven, but it isn't up in the sky, it's right between a woman's legs and it happens when good things happen inside her cunt."
"Mummy, wouldn't you like me to do it to you too?"
"Now that you mention it, angel, I would. I have managed to get myself very horny, fingering your twat and kissing it. Put your hand in my crotch and see how hot I am there. I think my poor cunt is on fire."
Sandra hurried a hand to the woman's crotch as she lay back, her thighs well parted. The clinging nylon did feel hot and what was under it felt soft and thrilling as she rubbed it, lightly.
Acting on an impulse, she bent and pressed her lips onto the warm nylon. She heard a deep sigh that was more a groan. Clutching the firm thighs of the woman, she kept her mouth there, making the kiss more passionate, wetting the crotch of the warm panties.
"Take my panties off now, dear," the woman told her. "I need your sweet little finger in my hot cunt. Make me nice and juicy, dear, and give me a good come."
The woman arched her back, bringing her rear off the bed so that Sandra could strip her panties down. She trembled at the sight of the hairy crown above the soft lips and hurriedly pulled the panties down her legs and tossed them aside.
One hand went right to the waiting crotch, the other reaching around her to rub a hip and as much of the buttock as she could reach. Her finger had to probe for a few seconds to find the clitoris of the woman, but when it found it, it knew just what to do and the nun was soon writhing in passion, an increasing arousal as the finger stroked excitingly.
It was not long before the stroking finger did its job, causing her big behind to bounce on the bed as the nun climaxed very strongly.
She did not resist as Sandra pushed her legs up and open and, squirming into position, pressed her mouth down on the warm, soft lips, finding them a little moist and making them a lot more so as she continued to kiss until the woman tiredly pushed her head away and closed her thighs.
She rolled over and lay on her tummy, resting from the erotic ordeal. Sandra stared at the lush, smooth, white buttocks for a little while, then fell on them and began covering them with kisses while the nun sighed deeply.
"Enough, you little devil," the woman said with a tinkling giggle as she rolled away from Sandra, "I can feel myself getting horny again and I still have things to do."
Sandra giggled with her as the woman found her panties and stepped into them. As she did, Sandra went to get the rest of her clothes.
"That's a good girl," the nun told her. "I'm only going to wear my habit this time." Taking it from the girl, she pulled the long black garment over her head, made the proper adjustments and as if by a miracle, the woman who had been writhing in near nudity a few minutes before, became a very proper looking nun again.
"Gee," Sandra commented with a little giggle, her eyes shining with excitement, "it's so funny to see you all dressed up as a nun and to know what you look like under your black robe."
"It is, isn't it, dear?" the woman replied. "There has been many a thing under the habit of a devout looking nun. I know one, a teacher, who likes to sit at her desk with her legs wide apart and with a little boy or girl kneeling under her loose habit. She likes the excitement of having her cunt lapped while in front of a whole class of students."
"Oooh, that's so exciting," Sandra commented. "What other things do they do?"
"Many, many things, dear, but I don't have time to tell you all of them right now. Oh yes, there is one more. One of our nuns right here, likes to go about her business with a carrot pushed up her cunt. When she walks, she rubs her thighs together and with the carrot in her slit, she can keep coming all day."
"Tell me, Mummy, what did you mean earlier about little boys and girls lapping a nun's cunt?"
"That's only one of many very interesting things I am going to teach you, darling," the nun told her, hugging her warmly. "In that cabinet over there you will find a lot of books. The ones on the two lower shelves are all illustrated. I think you would enjoy browsing through them while you rest and wait for me. I should be able to get back in an hour or so at the latest."
With a final kiss, the nun left her and looked very proper as she walked from the bedroom. Sandra followed her with her eyes, trying to picture these remembered white thighs scissoring under the habit, the big, beautiful buttocks tightly encased in warm nylon panties.
When the woman passed from sight, Sandra hurried to the book case and took a few at random from the bottom shelf. Returning to the bed with them, she gasped aloud as she turned the pages to see pictures of naked men and women.
One showed a naked woman sitting on the edge of a chair, leaning back, her legs wide apart. A girl, also naked, knelt between her lets, her tongue licking at the woman's vulva.
"That must be it," Sandra said aloud, "that has to be what she meant about lapping a cunt. Oh, I can't wait to lap her beautiful big cunt with my tongue."
CHAPTER SIX
"Well, I see you're enjoying the library," the big nun commented as she returned to her room to find Sandra naked on the bed, surrounded by books.
"Oh yes, I never dreamed there were books like these."
"How often have you fingered yourself?" she asked with a smile.
"Quite a few times, I guess, but I'm sure in the mood for more."
"That's nice, dear. I've watched two naked girls being strapped and another getting twelve cuts of the cane across her white arse."
"Gee, Mummy, I'd give anything to see that."
"You will, dear. I often have girls brought here to my suite to be punished. Watching a girl squirm and cry through corporal punishment can be as thrilling as administering it. The sister who did the beating was the one with the carrot stuck in her cunt. She told me later she came three times while she was warming their arses with her strap and cane."
"I imagine the cane must sting a lot," Sandra observed.
"It does. It lacks the exciting sound of the pal, paddle or strap, but it can draw such lovely red lines across white bum cheeks. It also makes the victim wriggle her arse so delightfully.
"Will you beat me with the cane sometimes?" Sandra asked, her tone eager.
"Of course, dear. Come to think of it, you must be punished for fingering yourself without permission. After I've taken this off I'll flick my cane across your pretty bum a couple of times and show you how it feels to have a swishy cane bite into tender bum cheeks."
"Will I bend over and hold my ankles like I saw in the pictures?"
"No dear, that spoils the appearance of a pretty bum. The cane can sting enough without that, as you'll see."
Throwing her habit off, the woman walked to the implement cabinet, looking stunning in black bra, panties and nylons. She tested a few canes, swishing them with a flick of the wrist, then found one that suited her and came back to the bed with it.
"You've been a naughty girl, Sandra, fingering your cunt without permission. I'm going to cane your arse as punishment." As she spoke the words, a sterm expression came over her face and into her voice. It caused Sandra to pant with passion.
"Yes, Mummy, I'll take my punishment. I love you and I'm sorry I was a bad girl. Beat my bum and make me cry, Mummy, so I won't be a bad girl again."
The nun picked up a book from the bed, flipped through it until she found a picture of a young naked woman being caned, then went to the dresser and placed it there.
Seconds later, bent from the waist, her hands on the dresser, Sandra was staring down at the picture, studying the exciting red lines all over the plump, white cheeks of the pretty victim. As she did, she felt the cane moving teasingly over her buttocks as the nun drove her wild with the waiting.
Without warning, the woman flicked her wrist and a line of fire was drawn across Sandra's bare behind. A red line glowed on a beautifully curved white background.
Sandra cried out loudly and jumped, shifting her weight from foot to foot, her behind wriggling wildly.
"Oh Mummy, Mummy, it hurts, it hurts."
"Yes, dear. Mummy knows how a cane can sting the tender arse of a pretty girl. Mummy also likes to hear a girl crying for mercy while her burning bum wriggles and her little titties sway."
The cane cut across Sandra's arched behind again and she cried out more loudly than before, continuing to cry and dance, her breasts swaying.
When the cane cut her the third time, it was on the most sensitive part of her bottom, the lower slope of buttock where it meets upper thigh. The nun's accuracy was rewarded with a high pitched scream as the girl's body gyrated madly, her feet pounding the floor.
An expression of ecstasy on her face, the woman put the cane between the girl's thighs, tapping them and her vulva lightly, filling her with terror at the thought of the cane actually swishing there.
Dropping the cane, the woman put both hands on the swaying buttocks, thrilling as the silken globes rubbed against her.
"All right, dear," the nun told her, "that's all the punishment for now. Now well be friends again and have some wonderful fun in bed. How did you like the cane on your pretty bum?"
"Oh, how it stings."
"I know it stings, Sandra, but I asked you how you liked it."
"Oh Mummy," she sobbed and threw herself into the arms of the woman, "it was such beautiful, delirious pain. How can that be?" she asked, rubbing her body against the nun. "The pain drives me crazy, but so does the pleasure."
"Because you're a beautiful masochist, darling," the woman told her as she put an arm around her waist and led her to the bed. "To you, pain and pleasure will always be intermingled. As you advance in the art of masochism, you will learn to include many forms of degradation."
"What kind of degradation, Mummy?" she asked as they got onto the bed and embraced.
"Well, for example, imagine yourself in a room with a lot of people around. You are bare naked and your bum is burning from having been beaten, you've been forced to suck the cocks of all the men and the cunts and arse holes of all the women.
"They are all talking about you, calling you filthy names. You are crying and pleading for them to stop, but they don't stop. A man comes to you, aims his prick at you and pisses all over your body, your face and everything.
"A woman gets down on the floor beside you and holds your cunt wide open with her fingers so another man can piss in it, telling you that it's a filthy thing, no better than a piss pot. When they were finished, they'd leave you wallowing in your pool of piss."
"Oh, Mummy," the girl shuddered, "am I really going to enjoy all that? Will I find pleasure in such things?"
"Yes, my dearest, my beautiful daughter, you are going to be a magnificent masochist and I will train you. Mummy wants her little girl to be happy, always to savor all of life's pleasures. And now, dear, tell me, did you like the pictures of women sucking and licking cunts?"
"Oh yes, they were so exciting. When you talked about cunt-lapping, was that what you meant?"
"Yes, and now I'm going to show you what it feels like. I'm going to lap your cunt and my tongue in your juicy little slit will make you come more strongly than you've ever done."
that will make your arse burn like fire."
Picking up the wide strap she had brought from the cabinet earlier, the nun placed it gently across the delightfully posed buttocks of the trembling girl.
"Oh Mummy," . . . strap me . . . beat me . .. make me cry."
"That's just what I'm going to do, Sandra, as soon as I'm ready, that is."
With that she turned and walked from the room. When she returned, she carried a glass from which she sipped as she stood close to the bed, looking down at the girl, thrilling at the sight of her buttocks twitching in anticipation.
"Beat me, Mummy," the girl groaned, her behind jerking up and down just as it had done once before when her real mother refused the plea.
"Yes, Sandra, I'm going to beat you, but you are going to wait for it. Keep your hands where they are, don't even try to touch your cunt."
The woman tortured her by making her wait another few minutes which were like hours, then she put the glass down and slowly, deliberately, picked up the strap.
"Watch the mirror, Sandra," she told the girl, "look at the reflection of your bum, see the strap in my hand. Here it comes, Sandra, here it comes right... uh ... now."
While the girl cried loudly and pounded her hands and feet on the bed, the nun went on to administer a severe strapping which left her buttocks not just red, but mottled with bruises.
Getting off the bed, the woman knelt close to it and guided Sandra into position. Seconds later, she was holding the writhing girl by the hips while her mouth was glued to her tender vulva, her tongue joyously probing the hot, moist depths.
"Did you like that?" she asked, raising her face to look at the girl whose face was contorted with lust and desire.
"Oooh, yes, but it didn't make me come."
"It wasn't intended to, dear, that was just to tease and excite you, to make you want more. Now I shall go down on you again and give you the lapping that will make you come."
Her face went back down to the girl's crotch, but this time her mouth did not close over her vulva. Instead, her tongue probed the slit, found the little bud of clitoris and began licking it. It was not long before she kept her promise and the girl went into an orgasm from which she was sure she couldn't possible return. But she did.
They rested for a few minutes, then positions were reversed and Sandra found herself kneeling, her face just inches above the exciting crotch of the woman who had previously removed her bra and panties.
"May I look at it and feel it first?" she asked.
"Of course, dear, it's exciting to be teased for a while before having one's cunt lapped."
Sandra busied herself with admiring and feeling, not just the soft, warm vulva, but the surrounding crotch, thighs and lower slopes of buttocks as the woman lay with her legs drawn back over her body, her crotch wide open.
"Now, baby, now," the woman panted, "get down on me. I can't wait. Suck, baby, lick my horny cunt and make me explode."
Trembling with arousal, the girl bent to the task, first kissing, sucking and licking inside the parted lips, then finding the clitoris and licking it, her tongue rough until the woman began crying out and bouncing on the bed. Sandra would have continued the erotic assault, but the woman pushed her away, groaning that her clitoris felt raw, that the skin had been licked off it.
After that, they talked and played for a while, looking at exciting pictures in the books, the woman explaining various sexual acts and positions, telling of the pleasure each afforded.
And then the books were cleared from the bed and piled neatly on the floor beside it. The nun took three pillows and stacked them neatly near the center of the bed. When Sandra asked what they were for, the woman only smiled as she told her to kneel behind them.
When Sandra had done so, the woman told her to let her body go forward so that she would be lying flat on her tummy. She did so, trembling.
"Oh, Mummy," she panted, "I can see myself in the mirror, my bare bum is way up. I'm helpless, Mummy, you're trying to beat me and I can't help myself."
"Yes, Sandra, you are helpless and I am going to beat you. I'm going to give you a strapping When she finally stopped, she comforted the girl, brought her to climax with her tongue, applied lotion to her abused buttocks, then put her into her bed to sleep.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Life for Sandra became a continuing joy. Mother Superior bought her exciting lingerie, sheer nylons and high heeled pumps which displayed her legs at their best. She ate the best of foods and her body began to bloom.
And as her body developed, so did her joy in masochism. Long before the marks from one beating had faded, her mummy would renew them for her with another session of happy tears.
But it was only the beginning of her sexual experiences and her training, especially in masochism.
On her fifteenth birthday, Mother Superior had a cake baked for her, complete with candles, and told her she would have a party that evening.
"What kind of a party?" she asked, excitedly. "A sex party, dear, what else?" "You mean with men and women and everything? I'm just dying to see a man's cock and balls and all that."
"Whatever happened to baby Sandra who used to be so shy and innocent?" the woman said, laughing. "No, dear, this will be an all girl party. I'll bring a few of the more beautiful nuns and perhaps a couple of the older, better developed girls as well. There will be plenty of nudity, spanking and sucking for all of us. It will be a party you'll never forget, nor will I, for that matter."
"Tell me more about it, Mummy," she pleaded, her eyes wet and shining with excitement.
"No, you'll find out in good time, dear. I've left your bum alone for days so it would be unmarked and at its beautiful best for this evening. That's all you need to know."
When Mother Superior returned to the suite for lunch that day, she announced to Sandra that she had a surprise birthday present for her and would give it to her a little later. Again she refused to tell the girl anything more about it.
They had finished lunch and were chatting when the bell rang at the outer door.
"Admit her and bring her to me," the nun told Sandra, one of whose few jobs it was to answer the door.
At the door, Sandra saw a beautiful but very apprehensive looking girl who appeared to be sixteen or more. She had, Sandra observed quickly, the body of a woman.
Leading the girl into the drawing room, Sandra stepped back, wondering if she should leave the room. Telling her visitor to remain where she was, the nun left the room with Sandra and went to her bedroom. She unlocked a door Sandra had often wondered about and showed her into a small, unlighted room.
There were chairs and a couch in the room, but what caught Sandra's attention was that along one wall was an open wooden screen through which she could see all of the bedroom, clearly.
"Now, dear," she told the girl," in case you haven't guessed, that girl out there has come to me for punishment. You've always wanted to watch a girl being beaten, so for your birthday I'm going to allow you to watch me work her over."
"Oh Mummy, how sweet you are to me," Sandra told her, throwing her arms around her and kissing her on the mouth.
"Thank you, dear," the nun said. "I do love to be well aroused before I begin punishing a girl. Here," she said, tugging her robes up to her waist, "give my cunt a little rubbing."
"Shall I take your panties down, Mummy?" she asked, reaching for them.
"No, just rub the crotch of them and make them hot for me. I don't want to spoil it by coming just now."
Sandra rubbed the panties until the woman was squirming, her breathing labored, and she told her that was enough.
"You'll probably want to take your panties off so you'll be free to finger your slit," the nun told her. "Just remember to be very quiet though, I want her to think she's receiving her punishment in private. Later, I'll add to her humiliation by letting her know she had an audience."
Hurriedly, Sandra took her panties off as the woman left, closing the door behind her. Her hand went to her crotch at once and rubbed gently as anticipation mounted.
A minute later, the nun entered the bedroom with the girl whose head hung sadly, tears welling up in her pretty green eyes.
While Sandra listened, the nun reminded the girl of the offense she had committed, performing cunnilingus on a younger girl, and scolded her not only for her offense, but for her stupidity in having done it in such a way as to get caught in the act.
"Strip naked now and prepare to be punished," she said, her voice a menacing weapon.
As the girl began undressing, her fingers trembled and tears began to run down her face. In the hidden room, Sandra resumed rubbing her vulva, finding an exciting trace of moisture, knowing that more would follow soon.
As the victim undressed, Sandra marveled at the mature beauty of her body. Her breasts were generous and very firm, they bobbed nicely as she moved, a hint of the way they would bob around while she was being beaten. Her buttocks were bigger, much bigger than Sandra's, but had the same beautiful quality of luscious roundness with a deep cleavage between.
When she stood naked, the nun had her assume various poses to display her body most excitingly to her and to Sandra, then she took her to the implement cabinet so that she could select the appropriate weapons with which to chastise the naked beauty.
"Hold still while I check your bum cheeks," she told the girl, "it will help me decide." Crouching behind her she patted and squeezed the plump cheeks with both hands. "What a magnificent arse," she commented aloud, "it is ideal for any implement I care to use. I'm glad you got caught eating that little girl's twat, I'm going to enjoy punishing you."
At that the girl sobbed more loudly. Giving her a sharp slap on one buttock, the nun turned her attention to the implement cabinet.
From it, she selected a wooden spanking paddle which she knew would produce an exciting sound each time it slapped the naked buttocks. She also took an implement which looked like a riding crop. From a slim wooden handle, there extended a strip of smooth leather about five inches long and two inches wide. It too, she knew from experience, slapped bare buttocks with a thrilling sound.
"Are. . . are you going to use both of them on me?" the girl asked with a sob.
"I am indeed, after I've warmed up your big arse with my hand."
"Oh no," she wailed, her hands moving instinctively to rub her nether cheeks as though they already could feel the sting which was to visit them so soon.
"Oh yes," the nun replied. "I thoroughly approve of cunt-lapping when done in privacy, but I soundly punish any girl stupid enough to get caught doing it. You got caught, now your arse will pay the price of your stupidity."
Putting the implements down on a low table beside the stool on which she intended to sit, she drew her robes high up her thighs, so high that when she sat, the stool felt cool on her bare buttocks.
Arousal strong in the nun, she rubbed her warm, smooth thighs, then moved her knees wider apart and ran a hand through her crotch, patting and rubbing her soft, sensitive vulva.
"It is very hot already," she told her victim. "I will have you suck it later, while you are crying after your punishment. I like to be lapped by a crying girl, I love to feel her tears wetting my belly and thighs."
"Yes, Mother Superior. Please spare me the strap, I'll suck your cunt, lick your arse hole, your armpits," the girl begged, "I'll do anything."
"You'll do anything?" the nun asked, offering hope to the sobbing beauty.
"Oh yes, Mother, anything, only name it."
"Excellent. Lie across my lap then and turn up your beautiful bum to be soundly punished."
Hope jerked out from under her, the girl began to cry as she slowly draped her naked body across the silently inviting thighs of the beautiful nun who took her time about positioning her victim.
"What are you crying about, you silly girl? Can it be that you don't like lying on my thighs? Do you find them ugly or unpleasant to lie on? Answer me," she snapped, giving the girl a hard slap on the right thigh.
"Oh no, Mother," the girl replied hurriedly, "you have beautiful thighs, all of you is beautiful."
"How could you know that all of me is beautiful?" the nun asked, her right hand toying with the girl's silken bottom, her fingers probing the depth of her crack.
"I came here once before to be beaten. You took off all your clothes and had me suck your tits and bum hole and your cunt. It was my first time. I still remember how beautiful you were."
"That's nice, it pleases me that you recall lapping my cunt and that it was your first. Now you will receive your second punishment from me. It will teach you to be more careful the next time you feel like going down on a girl."
Gripping the naked beauty, the nun began spanking her, not brutally, yet slapping hard enough to make her cry loudly and squirm across her lap as the white globes began to take on a warm pink color, an exciting promise of the red that was yet to come.
The nun didn't count the number of spanks she gave the girl, she merely spanked until her buttocks took on a uniform pink all over, then she leached tot the wooden paddle.
In the other room, Sandra watched intently, a finger moving slowly in her crotch, thrilling to the changed sound of the spanking, the continuing sound of the girl's pained crying.
The nun used the paddle efficiently and excitingly covering the pink tint with a hot shade of red, making her squirming victim cry more loudly. Pausing, she put the paddle down and ran her hands over the fiery red mounds, testing them for heat as her eyes checked the color.
"Yes, I think that will do nicely. Your cheeks are well sensitized for the kiss of leather now. You may get up now and we shall proceed."
"Oh please, Mother, no more," the girl sobbed as she got to her feet, her hands rubbing her stinging buttocks. "My poor bum is on fire now."
"I'm pleased to hear that, my dear, now hold your arms up over your head while I make it hotter. You are here to learn a lesson and that is what you are going to do."
Her red behind swaying, the girl held her arms up and was still pleading for mercy when the leather curled around a pretty nether cheek and drew a louder cry from her, causing her breasts to bounce as she began dancing.
She danced through more than a dozen slaps of the leather and while she was doing it, Sandra's finger triggered her second orgasm.
Going to her bed then, the nun sat on the edge of it, her legs wide apart. Without having to be told, the crying girl went to her, knelt and began lapping her while the nun teased her back with the leather that had burned her behind.
The woman climaxed quickly and strongly, then called for Sandra to come into the room. She came, smiling.
"Did you enjoy our little show?" she asked as the other girl continued to sob, her head hung low.
"Oh yes, it was so exciting, it made me come twice."
"That isn't enough, dear, lie across the bed and this pretty girl will give you another come with her tongue."
Sandra lay across the bed, the girl went down on her and quickly gave her another climax.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sandra was dressed in her best for her birthday party. She wore a short, pretty dress, even though she suspected she would not be wearing it for long. It was so short that when she stood straight and kept her arms down, it barely covered the tops of her sheer nylons.
The four nuns wore their long black habits, while the three other students were also fully dressed. The girls were beauties, seniors as the older girls were called, and through extensive experience, were strongly sexual and wildly imaginative.
In addition to a table with a good assortment of food, there was a well stocked bar set up on another table. Sandra had been given permission to drink if she wished, but warned to limit herself to one or two weak ones so that she would not spoil her party by getting drunk and sick.
Mother Superior mixed her a very weak gin and tonic and the guests toasted her health.
After the first round of drinks, the nuns removed their habits and the girls their dresses.
"Oh, Mummy," Sandra whispered with a sigh, "it's so exciting to see all these beautiful women in their bras and panties."
"Yes, dear, it is. We'll keep them on for a while, then well all be naked, that's when the real fun will begin. Orgies are always wonderful, whether they are all-girl or mixed."
"I'll bet they are. I've never seen a cock except for my brother's little one. Gee, it would be great to see a whole lot of naked men."
"That's right, dear, I'd forgotten you've never seen a stiff prick. You're going to get another birthday present."
Leaving Sandra, she went to one of the students, spoke to her and the girl put her dress on and hurried out of the room. She returned minutes later with the maintenance man. Calling him aside, the Mother whispered to him. They engaged in a whispered conversation, then returned to the group.
They went to a big-breasted student and the nun told her to take her bra off and push her panties down. At once, the man began fondling her body, sucking her big breasts and feeling her buttocks, thighs and crotch as she squirmed with arousal.
"Ooh, is he going to fuck me?" she asked the nun.
"No, dear, he's just getting himself nice and hard, then he's going to pull himself to show our innocent Sandra what a cock looks like and how it shoots cream."
As the man went on playing with his girl, one of the nuns came and whispered to the superior who smiled and gave an affirmative nod, then whispered to the man.
She moved behind him then, opened the front of his pants and felt inside. She rolled up his shirt and singlet, then pushed his pants and told the bare-Breasted girl to step back and pull her panties up.
"Now, Sandra dear," she said, excitedly, "get ready to see a nice, big, prick." With that, she pushed his briefs down arid his erect penis leaped out, fully rampant, the foreskin drawn back form the big head.
"Ooh," Sandra groaned, "it's so big and so strong-looking."
"Yes, dear," the superior told her, "you'll find out how strong it is the first time one pushes up your little cunt and stretches you."
"Oh a big thing like that could never get into my tiny little cunt," Sandra protested and the others had a hearty laugh.
As the man began to masturbate, very slowly, the nun who had whispered to the superior knelt with her face close to the man's penis.
"Why is she doing that?" Sandra asked.
"Because, dear," the superior told her, "after he pulls his cock for a little while, he'll shoot cream. She wants him to shoot it into her mouth so she can drink it. Cock cream feels beautiful in the mouth and throat. You'll find out someday, dear. Now keep watching, he's getting close."
"Now," they heard him pant as his knees bent a little, "get ready, I'm going to shoot."
Kneeling beside the couple, Sandra stared at the little hole in the head of his penis and, as he grunted and panted, saw the spurts of fluid shoot into the mouth of the nun.
She was impressed by the force of the first few spurts, then as the strength of them waned, the nun took his cock into her mouth and Sandra saw that she was sucking for more.
When she got up, smiling and licking her lips, the man covered his spent member and left the room.
One of the nuns went to the phonograph and the room was soon filled with waltz music. Pairing off, the nuns and students began dancing, their bodies close, hands fondling, thighs moving between thighs to play erotic little tricks.
Sandra had never danced, but she learned quickly as the superior guided her. After each record, there was a change of partners.
After the third dance, the superior removed her bra and the rest followed suit. Sandra trembled with excitement at the sight of so many beautiful breasts. She felt a little ashamed that her breasts were by far the smallest of any in the room, but she felt better when others approached her to fondle them and tell her they were beautiful and that they would be well sucked before the party was over.
Dancing became more exciting then as bare breasts touched, rubbed and mashed together while hands fondled panty clad bottoms and sensitive backs, fingers lightly brushing.
After a while, there was another break and a return to the bar. This time, while they sipped drinks and chatted, they played with each other more than they had done during the first break.
"Choose your partners and prepare for the last waltz," the superior called, about fifteen minutes later.
The superior chose Sandra, then took her panties off. Again the others followed suit so that all wore only a garter belt, nylons and shoes.
The final dance was not a waltz at all as the nude dancers made no attempt to follow the music, choosing instead to rub their bodies together, some not even moving their feet. Sandra's partner held her by both buttocks and rubbed against her. Trembling, she caught the woman's big buttocks in both her hands and they rubbed until the music stopped.
A few of the couples remained standing, kissing passionately as they rubbed, but Sandra's partner took her to a couch and began making passionate love to her with mouth and hands, causing Sandra to cry for it before she went down on her and began rubbing her clitoris with her tongue, producing very strong orgasm.
When Sandra opened her eyes, she saw many others enjoying what she had enjoyed. On the carpet beside the couch, a nun and a student were locked in end-to-end embrace, each noisily sucking in the crotch of the other. They were so close that Sandra was able to reach out with her foot and rub it over a silken smooth behind. Both she and her partner giggled when she pushed her big toe between the lovely cheeks.
"Why you clever little darling," the superior said, "see if you can get your toe right up her hole. That should make her wriggle."
She did and it did. A little later, the two women climaxed with much panting and jerking of their bodies, glistening with the sweat of the heat they had generated.
"Oh heavens," the nun said in awe as the embrace broke and she sat up, "that was a first for me?"
"What on earth do you mean?" her partner asked, puzzled.
"It was the first time I ever had a come with a big toe diddling my arse hole."
Others heard the comment and there was general laughter. Some couples didn't hear though as they were still busy lapping each other.
When the final couple had finished, they all went to the table where the food awaited them. The candles on the cake were lighted and the guest of honor, her pretty face beaming with excitement and happiness, bent to blow them out.
"Careful you don't bum those lovely little titties," a nun called just as Sandra had drawn a full breath.
She exploded with laughter, blowing out some of the candles, having to return for the others amid the laughter of the guests.
After the cake had been sampled, the superior sat on an armless chair and called Sandra to her.
"A cake is only part of a birthday party, dear," the naked nun told her. "A girl must also receive her birthday spanks. One for each year and one for luck. Over you go."
Sandra draped her body of her thighs, eagerly, but was surprised and a little sad at the lightness of the sixteen spanks she received.
"Don't complain, dear," the superior said as Sandra got up, her buttocks barely pinked, "you are going to get sixteen spanks from everyone here and by the time they're finished, I think your pretty bum will be quite hot enough."
One by one, the others sat on the chair and took Sandra over their laps for sixteen spanks. Some were a little more severe than others, so that when it was over, the girl's lovely nether cheeks were quite red, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Well, dear," the superior asked, "did you have enough?"
Sandra thought about it, a pensive frown on her face, then she dropped to her knees in front of the woman, holding her by the hips and looking up into her face.
"Please, Mummy," she said, her voice breaking with desire, "take me over your lap and give me a hard spanking. Make me cry happy tears for my birthday."
As she finished her plea, she pressed her face into the warmth of the woman's tummy and thighs, breathing deeply, her hands clasping the big, silky buttocks.
"Get up now, darling," the superior told her, "Mummy is going to take you over her lap and give you a hard spanking that will make you cry."
Her eyes shining, face radiant, Sandra got up and went to the spanking chair with the woman. As she bent over the smooth thighs to submit her body for the punishment it had to have, she gave a sigh and trembled.
As the spanking began and her cries became an erotic music, the others began pairing off again as passion flared hotly in all of them.
When the spanking finally ended, Sandra was taken to the couch by the superior who fondled and kissed her buttocks, then turned her over and sent her tongue to find the girl's clitoris. She licked it thoroughly and the girl climaxed very strongly.
As the superior got up, another nun took her place. After her, there was another. Sandra had no idea of how many times she climaxed before she was forced to roll over and jam her thighs tight, afraid that another orgasm would be fatal.
She recovered quickly though and later, when the superior announced that it was time for a giant daisy chain, Sandra joined it eagerly. It took some time for all the women to get into position, each with her face in the crotch of another woman, then at a signal from the superior, all began sucking, making as much wet noise as possible.
At the end of the party, Sandra crawled tiredly into the nun's bed and fell asleep instantly.
CHAPTER NINE
"So you see, my dear," the superior explained to Sandra, "this man I call Mr. Big, is very important to us all. Without him, this would be just another institution where girls were punished without any pleasure. To repay him for all he does for us, he gets every virgin who comes into the place."
"That seems fair enough," Sandra replied. "When does he get me?"
"In just a few days, Sandra. First, the doctor will cut your hymen so that it won't hurt when Mister Big slips his big prick in you."
"I'm very anxious to find out what fucking is like, Mummy. Are there some girls who don't want to do it?"
"Yes, dear, there have been quite a few over the years."
"What happens to them?"
"The girl is placed on a bed on her back. She is blindfolded, and her wrists and ankles are tied to the four corners of the bed.
"Mister Big comes into the room and talks to her. He tells her that he is naked, that his big prick is hard and that he is going to lie down on her and rape her, that he is going to be rough and make her cry in pain. When a girl is to be raped, we don't have the doctor nick her cherry to make it easier.
"Mister Big gets on the bed with the girl and she is trembling and crying, he plays with her for a long time, rubbing his prick all over her face, telling her how much he enjoys raping virgins and making them scream.
"Then, at last, he lies on the girl, plays with his prick in her crotch for a little while, then puts the head into her little cunt, waits until her screams die down, then he rams at her.
"Her cherry goes quickly and she screams until her throat is raw. He rides her like a maniac, his weight heavy on her, his big, stiff cock driving in and out of her like a lance.
"After it's over, one of the nuns washes his cock and we sit around and just chat and drink. We do all we can to make him horny and get hard again, things like spanking each other, letting him spank us, and going down on each other until he's hard again.
"When that happens, the girl is untied and turned over, pillows are put under her tummy to elevate her arse, than she's tied again. Mister Big gives her a strapping that makes her arse as red and hot as fire, then I grease his cock and the girl's arse hole, he gets aboard her and slowly pushes that great cock up her tight little hole.
Because he has already come once, he lasts a long time and her bum-fucking goes on and on. If at any point, her crying eases off, he raises up enough for me to reach her with the strap and soon she is crying loudly enough to please him so he goes on fucking her up the bum until he shoots his load."
"Oh God, Mummy, that sounds so thrilling. What if I refuse, will he do all that to me?"
"Yes, if I allowed you to refuse, but I won't," the mother told her.
"Please, Mummy, it sounds like such delicious torture. Oh, I'm almost going off just thinking of it. Let him rape me and bum-fuck me."
"No darling, I can't. I love you too much. I couldn't stand seeing all that happen to you, even if you want it."
When Sandra persisted, the woman ordered her to stop, reminding her that she had no authority. When tears welled up in Sandra's eyes, the woman softened her tone and put an arm around her.
"I'm sorry I had to hurt you by saying that, my dear," she said, "but you forced me to. Later, dear, after you've been fucked a few times and come to enjoy it, I'll tell Mister Big about your desire to be raped, beaten, and bum-fucked. I have a hunch he'll be pleased to do it. Also, the next time he rapes a virgin, I'll ask him to allow you to be present. I think we're going to have one coming up fairly soon."
It was evening and they were sitting, both in bra and panties, in the living room.
"Feel in the mood for a little loving, dear?" the superior asked.
"You know I always do," Sandra replied as she went into the woman's arms and they kissed passionately.
For the next little while, they kissed and fondled, bras and panties were eventually removed, and they went, eventually, into the ultimate embrace during which each used her mouth and tongue to provide orgasm for the other.
The next day, Sandra went to the doctor's office to have her hymen prepared. It caused her some pain, but the doctor explained that a little pain in advance was more than worthwhile since it would prepare her for the pleasure of her introduction to intercourse later.
"You have an exceptionally beautiful body, my dear," he told her, fondling her buttocks and thighs, "I wish I were going to be the first man to get a stiff prick up that little cunt. I'm going to do my best to be the second."
"Oh, I do hope so, Doctor, I'd love to have you fuck me. You seem like such a nice man. Would you let me see your cock?"
"Well now," he grinned, "how can I refuse a sweet girl like you." Opening the front of his pants, he withdrew his penis, showing the girl how big and hard it was.
Without asking permission she wrapped a hand around the shaft and commented on the hardness of it.
"Careful how you handle it or it will go off all over you," he warned. "Come to think of it," he went on, "there would be nothing wrong with you pulling me off. Would you like to?"
"Oh yes," she replied with enthusiasm.
Grabbing a handful of tissues, he told her to begin. Leaning his buttocks against the desk, the man sighed as she masturbated him. When ejaculation approached, he told her so and readied the pad of tissues to catch his semen.
Before he realized what was happening, Sandra changed his plans by crouching, pushing his hand out of the way and pushing his penis into her mouth just as it began to spurt. She went on swallowing and sucking until he took his penis from her.
"Sandra," he said, a look of satisfaction on his face, "you are the damndest virgin I've ever met. I am really looking forward to giving your little cunt a stretching."
Giggling, Sandra dressed and left the office. She later entertained Mother Superior with a giggling description of how she had blown the doctor. Just as the doctor had done, the nun assured Sandra that she was a most unconventional virgin.
On the evening of her defloration, Sandra was freshly bathed and dressed well in advance of the arrival of Mister Big. The defloration of virgins was usually staged in another room, known by staff and inmates alike as Cherry Blossom Lane, but this time, it was going to be done in the superior's own room, on her wide, comfortable bed.
"I'll be with you all the way through it, dear," the superior told Sandra. "So will a couple other sisters. Mister Big likes an audience when he fucks."
Two other sisters arrived then and, not long after that, there was a knock and the superior went to the door to admit the guest and protector of the institution.
"Ah, what a gem you've come up with this time," the man said with feeling as Sandra was presented to him. "Are you afraid, dear?" he asked Sandra.
"I'm only afraid that you may change your mind and not want to fuck me," she told him, causing him to double over with laughter."
Drinks were poured for all and while they sipped, the superior told the man more about Sandra, of how she was such a delight to all who knew her. When he told the superior he was ready to be undressed one of the nuns hurriedly stripped naked, came to him and, after he had fondled her breasts and buttocks for a while, stripped him naked.
"Ooh, that looks so beautiful," Sandra sighed at the sight of his big penis, rampant in erection and the heavy scrotum below. "I still can't believe that so big a cock can get into my tiny little cunt."
"It can and it will, dear," he told her. "I'll have to do a lot of pushing, but I don't mind that kind of work."
The other nuns stripped off their habits then, retaining bras, panties, garter belts and nylons, and went to the man to have their bodies fondled while his penis throbbed.
"You know, Mother," he said with a pensive expression, "I've just had a thought. I haven't had my ashes hauled in days, my secretary's out of commission, and I'm going to go off too damned fast the first time. Rather than spoiling it for this little darling, I think I'll have one of the nuns first. That way, I'll last a lot longer in that virginal little cunt."
"But of course, sir. I or any of my nuns would be more than delighted to open our arms and legs for you."
"Then it will be you, Mother," he said with a courtly bow which caused his penis to sway. "Never could I turn down an invitation from one so lovely as you."
Taking her into his arms, he kissed her with passion, his hands moving on her body, finding her buttocks firm through her clinging panties.
"I've never known a woman as beautiful or as exciting a fuck as you," he told her as he removed her bra, then bent and took her panties down so that she could step out of them.
While the others watched, he took her to the bed, played with her for a long time, then rolled her onto her back, mounted her and, inserting his penis slowly until it was buried to the hilt, gave her a good ride, using long, slow strokes until ejaculation drove him into a fury, his buttocks jerking as his body ground in her crotch.
Telling her what a lovely fuck it had been, he kissed her mouth as he withdrew. Instantly, one of the sisters went to the lying nude and hurried her mouth to her wet crotch. While she licked up what the man had shot into the woman's vagina, she just happened to bring the superior to climax, making her bounce on the bed.
Sandra was stunned when she heard the man ask the nuns to put their habits on again. While the others busied themselves with their drinks, Sandra asked the superior about it.
"Nudity can be a very exciting thing, dear," the woman told her, "but when a man has been exposed to it and wants to get his pecker hard again, it rarely helps. This is the stage where it is better for him to see us chastely covered as nuns. Watch what goes on after this and I suspect you will understand what he is doing."
It became a pleasant social gathering, a group of nuns and students chatting with a man. If he had not been naked at the time, there would have been no indication that it was anything but a regular social gathering.
Gradually though, it changed as the man went to one nun after another, fondling her breasts and buttocks through her habit, kissing them and whispering into their ears as he built toward his second round of intercourse, the round that would relieve Sandra of her virginity.
Mother Superior was sitting on his lap, her habit pulled up so that he could fondle her behind. Beside him, another nun stood, her habit raised high so that she could masturbate to entertain him.
"That's the way, Sister, keep going," he urged, "every time I see a nun I'll picture her with her robe up over her belly and a finger rubbing in her cunt."
"I think you're close to being ready," the nun on his lap told the -man. "I feel something stirring."
"Yes," he told her, "just a little more. I want it to be very hard to stretch our little beauty's slit properly."
"Do you think that spanking her lovely little bum would do the trick. There's nothing she loves more than a good spanking."
"Oh yes, Sir," Sandra confirmed. "I've never had my bum spanked by a man and I'd love to have you do it, if you wish to, that is."
The nun felt his penis leap to full erection under her thighs. Getting off his lap, she kissed it and the head slipped into her mouth where she nursed it gently, then released it as Sandra went to him and, standing by his chair, raised the hem of her dress high, the sight of her lovely young body and thighs causing his rampant penis to twitch.
With one hand in her crotch and the other on the seat of her panties, the man fondled Sandra as she again told him how she would love to lie across his thighs for a spanking. Panting with arousal, he took her panties down and helped her onto his lap.
He spanked only lightly, afraid of hurting the girl, but after she rubbed across his thighs and urged him to spank harder, he obliged and she was soon crying loudly, ecstatic as his big hand slapped fire into her lovely young nether cheeks.
She was still crying loudly and squirming when the naked man picked her up and carried her to the bed. He was wild with desire as he undressed her, leaving only her garter belt and nylons on, then began fondling and kissing her body as she squirmed with passion and told him how good the spanking had been and how she wanted him to beat her again, with a leather strap that would make her scream.
"You may count on that, dear," he panted. "I'll come to visit you often and beat your beautiful bum as much as you want, but right now I'm going to open your virginal little cunt. I can't wait another minute."
"Ooh, neither can I, sir, please put your glorious big prick in my little cunt and fuck me. Shoot cream up my belly and let me feel it. I don't care if that big fuck thing breaks me in two, just fuck me ... fuck my cunt."
As she begged for it, she lay on her back, legs up and open, her bare bottom bouncing hotly on the bed, tears running down her cheeks again.
Groaning, the man lowered himself onto her, thrilling again at the youthful beauty of her as he probed her crotch with his stiff penis. When the head found her little slit, she gave a cry of joy which mingled with his groan, then he pushed and the head slipped inside, drawing another cry from the squirming girl.
"Am I hurting you?" he asked.
"I don't know," she cried, "I don't care, just fuck me. Ooh, it's so big ... oh, so big and hard. Give me more, stick it all up my little cunt."
He pushed again and this time reached the partial barrier of her hymen. With an easy stroke his penis drove through it, drawing another cry from her and causing her legs to kick high.
Standing beside the bed, her robe thrown off, the superior began fingering her clitoris in lust. A nun hurried to her and, dropping to her knees in front of her, gripped her hips and put her tongue where the finger had been.
"There, you darling child," the man panted, "you've got the full length of my big prick in your tiny little cunt. How does it feel."
"Ooh, it's like you're stretching my whole body," she told him. "Make it go in and out now, give me that wonderful fucking I've been waiting for so long."
They were strange words for a fifteen-year-old and they further inflamed the man. He had deflowered girls before, many of them, but none had ever been so eager.
He rode her strongly, employing long slow strokes, thrilling at the tightness of her and the way instinct showed her how to make her body work with his as stroke after stroke of his penis kept her babbling and crying for more and more until, with a series of high-pitched cries, she climaxed, arms and legs wrapping tightly around him, causing him to stop stroking until the spasm passed and she unwrapped her legs to free him.
His strategy of having intercourse with the nun earlier, worked magnificently as he went on pumping, his strong penis stretching and filling the girl and driving her as wild with lust as was the stroking man.
"Oh damn," he groaned at last, "I'm going to go off... get ready for a big load, dear, your sweet cunt is going to drain my balls."
Collapsing onto her little body, their sweat mingling, he panted loudly as his semen pumped into her body. "Oh damn," he gasped, "she's . .. uh . . . sucking me . . . that little cunt is sucking my cock . .. suck .. . ahhhh."
He stopped trying to talk as he lay on the naked girl as though unconscious. The viewers sensed that her tight vaginal walls were still tensing and relaxing alternately, since his body twitched strongly at regular intervals. Her vagina was indeed sucking his penis, but there was nothing left to suck as she had drained him.
CHAPTER TEN
Much against her wishes, Sandra was enrolled in the school classes.
"I know you'd rather stay in the suite and play," the superior told her, "but you have to get an education. You won't be here forever, you know, and the day will come when you'll have to work for a living."
"I don't care," Sandra protested, "I'll find a rich old man who likes to beat bums. I'll make him marry me and I won't have to work."
"Somehow, dear," the woman said with a smile, "I have a feeling you'll do just that, but you are still going to get an education, starting tomorrow morning."
Sandra began to cry in anger and frustration and the woman got up and went into her bedroom. When she returned, she carried a swishy punishment cane in her right hand.
"Oh Mummy," Sandra cried out at the sight of her, "I'm sorry I made you angry."
"You are going to be a lot sorrier, my girl. My cane is going to teach you a lesson in self control," the nun told her, her face stern to match her tone.
Throwing herself onto her knees at the woman's feet, Sandra hugged her hips and raised her tear filled eyes to look up at the woman's stern countenance.
"I'm sorry, Mummy, I'm sorry," she repeated Over and over.
"Get up, Sandra and strip naked," the woman told her, firmly. "I'm not playing this time. I'm going to teach you to accept life without babyish crying. My cane is going to give you something to cry about."
Sobbing, her fingers trembling, Sandra stood and began undressing. When only her garter belt and nylons remained, she stopped. The cane swished and burned her right hip.
"I said naked, Sandra," the woman told her, "strip those things off at once."
Crying, Sandra unhooked her garter belt and peeled her nylons off. Pointing with the cane, the nun told her to bend over and grip the arms of the chair.
The cane swished and drew a bright red line across her right buttock. Sandra was still wailing from that one when it flashed again and cut across her left.
While Sandra danced, her weight shifting from foot to foot, her feet pounding the carpeted floor, the cane continued to swish, painting its red lines over her buttocks, hips and thighs. When the woman finally dropped the cane to signal the end of Sandra's punishment, the girl's buttocks were a network of red, fiery lines and there were other, more painful ones on her hips and the backs and side. of her thighs.
Picking the crying girl up, the woman carried her to the bedroom, put her down gently on the bed, then went to her dresser for a jar of lotion that would ease the sting and help the lines fade more quickly.
The hand that had been so cruel with the cane in it was suddenly as gentle as an angel's kiss as she rubbed the lotion all over the beaten area of the tender young body. Gradually, Sandra's crying and sobbing passed.
"I punished you as you deserved, Sandra," the nun told her. "In doing so, I demonstrated my love for you. Roll over onto your back now and I'll demonstrate it in another way."
Her face tear streaked, the girl rolled over. Gentle hands raised and parted her legs and the nun, licking her lips, brought her mouth down onto the soft, warm vulva, drawing a different kind of a cry from the wildly aroused girl.
After much kissing and licking around her crotch, the woman held her with both hands and went on to perform cunnilingus, bring Sandra to a strong, satisfying climax.
Sandra went to class in the morning without protest. She resented having to do so, but knew better than to let it show. She had always been a good student and knew she would have no trouble in that department.
The teacher, Sister Grace, introduced her to the class. They knew of her, knew she was Mother Superior's pet. If any of them resented her for it, they showed no sign of it.
"In class," Sister Grace pointed out to them, "Sandra will be the same as the rest of you. When she deserves to be punished, she will be punished in the same way all of you are. I want you all to be friends, is that clear?"
A chorus of voices assured her that it was, and Sandra took an unoccupied seat in the front row, directly facing the teacher's desk. As the nun sat, Sandra was surprised to see her pull her robe high above her knees.
She wore black nylons, and as she sat with her knees apart, displayed luscious thighs and the crotch of black nylon panties. Sister Grace, she decided, was going to make school very stimulating indeed.
The nun read off the results of the tests of the previous day, then read the demerit points of those who had flunked it.
"That puts you, Ruth and Ethel," she went on, "over the top in demerit points. You will come to the front of the room now for your strappings."
In the village school Sandra had attended, students were strapped on the hands for various infractions, but she had a hunch things would be quite different in this school.
That was quickly confirmed as the two girls stood beside the teacher's desk and pulled their skirts high so that they showed bare skin above their panties. As the teacher went to the first girl, she pulled her panties well down her thighs. Going to the second girl, she did the same.
Ruth was ordered to bend over, gripping the edge of the teacher's desk, her skirt tossed over her back, her bared behind facing the class. The girl's legs were as far apart as her panties would permit, and Sandra was able to see her vulva, clearly.
Sandra got another shock then as the nun calmly opened the top of her habit and pulled it down. But for a black, lacy bra, she was naked to the waist. Sandra recalled sucking Grace's breasts during the birthday orgy and wished the nun would remove her bra so that her big beauties would swing and bounce while she strapped the girls.
Sister Grace laid the strap on well and Ruth's plump behind was soon covered with red streaks which welded to form an almost uniformly red surface. Her strapping finished, she was then obliged to walk all around the room, passing up and down each aisle with her skirt up and panties lowered so that the students could view her naked, red buttocks.
Sandra saw that from time to time, a student reached out to feel the red behind and decided she would do the same. When Ruth reached her desk, she caught her around the waist and gave her hot bottom a good rubbing.
"Sandra," the teacher snapped, "this is a classroom, not a bedroom. Your arse will be strapped for that when I finish with Ethel's."
"Yes, Sister," she replied, excited at the thought of showing her striped behind to the entire class to let them see how much she could take. "I'm sorry I broke the rule."
Picking up her wide leather strap, the nun began to spank Ethel who, in Sandra's opinion, was something of a sissy in that she cried and begged for mercy from the first slap of the leather and went on doing so all the way.
She continued crying as she paraded up and down the aisles. When she passed Sandra's desk, the girl was careful to merely pat her bum. Sandra found that it was very soft and guessed that was why she made such a fuss about having it strapped.
Without being called, Sandra got up and went to the front of the room where, with her back turned to the class, she pulled her skirt up. Her panties did not cover much of her behind and there were gasps of amazement as the girls saw the many streaks that had been put there the previous day by the Superior with her cane.
"She really gave you a dose, I see," Sister Grace commented as she took Sandra's panties down. "Was it last night? The marks still look very fresh."
"Yes," Sandra told her, wriggling her behind a little as the woman fondled it.
"If you wish, we can postpone your strapping for a couple of days."
"No thanks, Sister. After watching the other strappings, I'm kind of anxious to get a taste of it on my bum."
Sandra bent over and gripped the edge of the desk with her hands and, as the nun was arranging her skirt over her back, she turned to the right and saw the maintenance man outside in the hall. He was staring straight at her through the open door.
The thought of having him watch her being strapped and the sure knowledge of what it would do to his penis, caused her to wiggle her behind in anticipation. With a little grunt, Sister Grace delivered the first smack.
The leather curled around her bottom and made such an exciting sound that Sandra emitted a little groan of desire as she waited for the second slap to arrive with its exciting fire.
The sister had informed her that she would receive fifteen strokes of the strap. Only on the eleventh did she begin to cry, but she was crying nicely by the time the full fifteen had been lain on her tingling behind.
There were tears on her face as she walked through the room, keeping her red behind in rolling motion, her head held high with pride.
At one point, when she was close to the open door, Sandra paused and, standing with her feet wide apart, slipped a finger into her crotch and began to rub her clitoris.
"What on earth are you doing?" Sister Grace asked.
"Oh, that horny old man watched me getting my arse strapped and got himself a hard-on. I'm trying to make him go off in his pants."
"Why you brazen little bitch," the nun gasped as she fought back her smile while the class roared with laughter. "Get back over that desk and I'll give you ten more to teach you how to behave in a classroom."
With a shrug, Sandra returned to the woman's desk and bent over it. As she did, the sister went to the door and called the man into the room to observe the strapping more closely.
"Wow, she sure does have a nice bum, doesn't she?" he commented.
"It is a beauty all right and I'm glad you like it because I have a little surprise for you and her after I lay on ten more with the strap," she replied.
Taking up her position, the nun laid on the ten, then threw her strap onto the desk and turned to the man and felt the front of his pants.
"I'm glad to see you've got a bone-on," she told him as she opened his fly with an expert touch and took his penis out. "She wanted you to go off in your pants, but you're going to do it in hers instead."
"Great, you want me to fuck her?"
"Heaven's no. I want you to grab that big prick and jerk yourself off. Shoot cream all over her arse and be careful not to waste any."
"Okay, Sister, you're the boss, but I'd sure love to stick it up one of her holes, either one."
The man began masturbating then and it was not long before he was grunting and sagging at the knees as he aimed his spurting semen all over her lovely red behind. In addition to shooting on both cheeks, he aimed some of his juice into the top of her deep crack so that it could trickle down into the valley.
When he was drained, he rubbed the wet end of his limp penis on a hot, silken cheek, then stepped back. As he did, the nun hurriedly pulled Sandra's panties up around her, then ran her hand all over them, spreading the thick fluid and watching as it seeped through the clinging nylon.
"Now parade around the room and show the girls your wet panties," the sister told her, giving her a sharp smack on the bottom. "I think you're going to feel sticky for a while today."
"Thank you," she said to the man, "for pulling yourself and shooting your nice sticky cream all over my bum."
She began walking, proudly, then trembled with excitement as she displayed her lush thighs and wet panties to the class, wishing that there were males as well as females in the room to appreciate the sight.
When she finished her walk, Sandra went to the teacher's desk and asked for permission to leave the room.
"You're not thinking of taking your wet panties off, are you?" the sister asked.
"Oh, no, Sister," Sandra replied, "It's just that I'm so horny I'll die if I don't finger my cunt and have a good come."
"Oh, for heaven's sake, dear, we've wasted enough time already. Just go to your seat and rub yourself off there."
As the teacher began the delayed lesson, Sandra put her hand inside her panties, found her clitoris with a finger and masturbated to climax.
School isn't going to be so bad after all, Sandra thought.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Dividing her time between the classroom and the private suite of mother superior, Sandra found that she was even happier than she had been before.
Because of her boldness and wild imagination, Sandra was an instant hit with the girls. They told her about various school rules and the punishment involved when they were broken.
In return, she told them of her exciting life with mother superior, of her many beatings and her sex life generally. A few of the girls in the class had given their virginity to Mister Big, but none had enjoyed it as much as Sandra since they admitted to having been nervous and afraid.
One of the girls had refused to submit and had been among his rape beatings.
"Oh, I still shudder when I think of it. I think the worst part was when my arse was burning from the strap and when he rammed that giant cock up my hole. I wished I could die. Since then when I'm told to fuck somebody, I fuck and pretend to enjoy it. I don't even protest about having to suck cocks."
"I wouldn't either if I got the chance," Sandra replied. "I'm just dying to feel a big prick going off in my mouth and shooting all that yummy juice into me to line my throat."
"I don't enjoy it that much," her friend told her. "When I get out of this place, I'm going to find some woman with plenty of dough and be her lover. I hear there are lots of old dames just dying for young cunt and willing to pay a gal good money to be a companion, as they call it."
"It won't bother you if she's old?"
"Hell, no. A cunt is a cunt. Besides, maybe she'll be one of those who only likes to go down herself and not expect it in return."
Sandra wished her luck and told her of her plan to land a rich man who would enjoy beating her while providing her with a life of ease.
The girls had told Sandra about the sex education classes the sisters conducted from time to time. They sounded like exciting orgies and she was delighted one morning when Sister Grace informed them that since the marks were generally good that week, they would have a sex education class that afternoon.
It had been scheduled to begin at three o'clock, but Sister Grace was as anxious as the girls and just after two o'clock, she left the room and returned with another nun, Sister Faith, a few minutes later.
"Let's face it, girls," she said to the class, "we are all too horny now to get any work done so we may as well get on with our sex education. Everybody strip naked now and we'll start."
There was a flurry of activity as all the girls got to their feet and hurriedly disrobed. Naked, in the terms of the sex education classes, meant leaving garter belts and nylons on and nothing else.
While the girls undressed, the two nuns did the same, their lush, mature bodies excitingly white.
"Now, girls," Sister Grace said when all the students were naked and seated, "Sister Faith will give us an inspirational reading to establish the mood of the lesson. While she reads, you will all finger your little cunts until you come. Those who come very quickly may have a second one."
Sister Faith began reading passages from a highly erotic novel, standing with her feet apart so that the other nun could finger her vagina as well as her own while she read.
She was an exciting reader and put emphasis on words such as "fuck, prick, cunt" and other erotic words.
Before long, the sound of the first orgasm was heard and after that, the classroom was filled with pants and sighs and groans as one girl after the other climaxed, squirming on their seats and breathing hard, breasts of all sizes rising and falling. Sister Grace gave a slow fingering to Sister Faith and herself so that as the sister dropped the book and jerked through her orgasm, all the students had achieved theirs.
"Now, students, we have studied cunt-lapping in many of its phases," Sister Grace told the class, "but today, we are going to study a variation which is known as a crotch facial.
"In this variation," she went on in a serious tone, "the person who is going to lap the cunt, lies on her back. The woman whose cunt is to be lapped, kneels astride her with her crotch above her face."
A cot had been brought into the classroom earlier in the day and the two nuns went to it, Sister Faith lying on it, face up, her tongue licking over her full red lips.
"Now, children, you will notice that I mount the bed gracefully. A woman must always be graceful, but it's especially important when she is naked and about to engage in a sexual act with a man or a woman. See how I move my body so that my tits sway gracefully as I mount my partner.
"Now," she said as she knelt astride the nude on the cot, "I want you to watch how I pose here so that the woman who is going to lap my cunt can enjoy looking up at my arse, crotch and tits. A woman can display her body better in this manner than in any other position.
"Now you will notice that my partner, before she begins to lap me, will use her hands to stimulate me. Again this position is superior because it permits her to fondle front, back and middle as she pleases, nothing is hidden from her.
"This is an especially good position to assume when having your cunt sucked by a man. The male can be rather arrogant from time to time, but when he's lying under you and you are rubbing his face with a juicy crotch, he knows who really is boss. I'd advise you girls to keep that in mind when you marry. It's easier to keep a husband under control if you can keep his face in your crotch, this way.
"Now, my partner has indicated that she is ready to lap me, so I'll lower my crotch to her face simply by moving my knees farther apart, like this."
Sister Grace delivered her vulva to the other nun's mouth, the hands came up to hold her and she began lapping, greedily. Through the act of cunnilingus, Grace described the sensations she was experiencing and told the girls to watch closely when she climaxed so that they would see just how she rubbed her crotch over her partner's face.
It was not long before the girls were watching just that as Sister Grace went into orgasm, her wet crotch rubbing the woman from chin to forehead, smearing moisture all over her.
"Now," Sister Grace said, when she was able to talk again, "even though my climax has passed, there is still plenty of juice in my crotch so I'll massage her face some more."
She continued applying the erotic facial for a while longer, then got off the bed and the girls came closer to see and feel the wet, sticky face of the woman.
In reply to their questions, she beamed and assured them that it was her favorite position for performing cunnilingus.
"All right girls," Sister Grace said then, "I'm going to see how well you've learned your lesson."
Picking an older girl, she told her to mount the lying nun and do as she had done. Eagerly, the girl got onto the bed and delivered her crotch to Faith's mouth.
"No, you silly girl, that isn't right," she scolded and made her get off the bed.
Another girl took her place and knelt with her crotch well above the target so that the nun was able to fondle her in the manner that had been demonstrated earlier.
When Faith pulled down on her hips, the delighted girl delivered her vulva to her and received a thrilling lapping. During orgasm and after it, she gave the nun a facial which Faith later pronounced excellent.
In the interest of education, she explained, Faith performed the act on three more girls before she got up, complaining that she was tired and so full of vitamins that she wouldn't be able to eat again for days.
"Just to make sure you girls learn this art in the proper manner," Sister Grace said then, "I'll get on the bed and do a few more." Her few consisted of seven girls on whom she performed cunnilingus before she was content to stop.
But the sax, education class was still far from finished as the two nuns supervised another hour of erotic fun and games.
From a drawer of her desk, Sister Grace produced a magnificently real looking eight-inch dildo and strapped it into place so that it looked even more real.
"Well, girls," she announced brightly, "I've got a big, stiff cock that never goes soft. Who wants to get fucked with it?"
There were many volunteers, but Sandra was the first one she chose. By the time the girl climaxed, it felt so thrilling that she became convinced that it was a real penis and that Mister Big was riding her again.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Sandra's exciting life continued until she was a little beyond her sixteenth birthday. Then, she began to notice subtle changes in Mother Superior. There was nothing terribly definite, but somehow a change was coming over then-relationship, taking away much of the sparkle and excitement of it for her and, she sensed, for the woman as well.
For a while, Sandra tried not to think about it, then, when the load of apprehension became too heavy a burden to carry alone, she broached the subject one evening when they were sitting listening to music after dinner.
"I guess my time is about up, isn't it, Mummy?" she asked, her tone low, quiet.
"Why do you say that, dear?" the woman asked.
"I don't know. I guess you understand it better than I do. Perhaps you should tell me. Don't worry, I'm not going to make any fuss about it. I've had a wonderful life with you and I'll never forget it."
"You are a very intelligent and perceptive young woman, Sandra. Yes, our time is running out. You have been a sweet and loving partner, you brightened my life for more than a year, but I'm a strange sort of creature, no matter how good a relationship may be, there comes a time when I have to turn away from it to find something new. I wish I weren't that way, but I am and all I can do is face it. In the past, when it came time to end a relationship, I did it at once. This time, for the very first time, I've kept it going because I couldn't stand the thought of hurting you, dear."
"Shame on you Mummy. This time you're the naughty girl who deserves a spanking."
"I think you're right, dear and I may let you give it to me. Still, every time I tried to find the strength to end it, I thought of the pretty little injured bird you were when you came here and I just couldn't do it."
"Thanks, Mummy, that's part of the reason I love you so much. It will hurt to lose you, but the broken wings are all patched up now, thanks to you. I'll have so many beautiful memories to keep me warm and I'll find others to spank me when I need it."
"So you want to stay, dear?"
"What do you mean? I have to stay, don't I?"
"No dear, we bend the rules quite a bit around here. I've discussed this with Mister Big and he can arrange to have you paroled to the custody of a couple he knows. They are in their late forties, but they really know how to live. They belong to wife-swapping and spanking clubs and that sort of thing. Your pretty bum won't be neglected with them, from what he tells me. Would you like that, dear?"
"Under the circumstances, yes. As long as we could be together as we used to be, I'd rather stay here, but since that can't be, it would be much better for me if I could get away where I didn't have to see you and think of you with another girl in your bed and in your arms."
"You are a very mature young woman, Sandra and I am very proud of you. It must be hard for you to understand this, but I still love you. Just as your body craves punishment and pain, mine demands that I keep changing sexual partners. Usually I don't make the mistake of falling in love, you were different."
"You know, Mummy, it isn't like I thought it was going to be. I knew I wouldn't cry in front of you, but I thought I'd go somewhere where I could be alone and then cry. Now I don't think I will. I'll be sad, but I'll get over it."
"Then you've learned a big lesson, dear, you've learned to accept fate and to keep going. Some never learn that, no matter how old they live to be."
"I've learned many things, Mummy, thanks to you. I got off to a bad start, but you've taught me so much. I think I'm going to cope with life and find my share of happiness."
"I'm sure you are, darling, and you'll share it with others and bring happiness to them too.
But enough of this serious talk, let's have an evening of fun."
"That would be great, but only if you really want to. I mean don't..."
"If you finish that sentence young lady," the woman cut her off, "you'll get spanked."
"... don't do it just to make me feel good," Sandra finished the sentence with a smile and pulled the hem of her dress up to her waist.
"So that's the way it is, is it?" the woman asked as she went to the girl, bent her under her left arm and applied ten stinging spanks to each cheek.
"That's the first time you ever spanked me with my panties on," Sandra commented as she straightened up and rubbed her panty-clad buttocks, her hands under her dress.
"So it was and it was quite exciting to see those pretty bum cheeks bulging through your little panties. But don't make the mistake of thinking that was a real spanking, that was just to warm up your bum and my hand."
"I'm relieved to hear that," Sandra told her as she moved into the open arms of the woman and they shared a passionate kiss.
They went to the bedroom then and poured drinks at the small bar the woman always kept well stocked. As they did, Sandra recalled the first time she had seen the bedroom and how thrilled she had been even though she couldn't then have understood all the things she would enjoy there.
"Remember earlier, dear," the woman said with a pensive expression, "when you said I should be spanked?"
"Yes, but I was really kidding."
"I know, dear, but I'm not."
"You mean you really want a spanking?" Sandra asked.
"Yes, dear, I do. You should understand what it's like to want a spanking and not be able to get it. You surely wouldn't refuse me."
"Of course not, Mummy. I'll spank you if you want, then I'll kiss your bum all over and make the sting go away."
"I hope you'll kiss more than just my bum, darling. While you're making my bum hot, my cunt will be getting hot too. It will want kisses and things of that nature."
"Ooh, Mummy, I'll go down on you right now if you like," Sandra told her, rubbing her crotch through the black robe under which she wore only panties.
"No thanks, dear, you've got me nice and horny now, I'd rather stay that way through my spanking," the woman told her. "Let's talk about how we'll do it."
Sitting on the bed, sipping their drinks, they worked out their plan. In it, the traditional role of Sandra and Mummy would be reversed.
"Ooh, it's going to be such fun spanking your lovely big bum and hearing you call me Mummy," the girl enthused.
"Then get started, but try to look more like an angry mummy."
The glasses were put out of the way, Sandra sat on the edge of the bed and the woman knelt in front of her.
Scolding her, Sandra opened the top of her robe and pushed it down to her waist. Continuing to scold, she removed the woman's bra and played with her bare breasts, rubbing and squeezing the firm beauties and causing the woman to squirm hotly.
"Oh please, Mummy," she sobbed, convincingly, "it shames me when you do that to my . . . my little breasts."
"That's why I do it, Sandra," the girl retorted, "you have such big tits for a little girl. I'm going to play with your big tits as much as I like, then I'm going to take your panties down and spank your big bum and make you cry."
Sandra kept her promise and continued to play with the lush breasts for a long time after the nipples were hard and elongated. Then she had the woman stand and remove her robe.
Drawing the woman closer to the bed, Sandra held her there as she fondled her thighs as well as the seat and warm crotch of her panties.
She saw the woman trembling and guessed how much she wanted to be spanked, a feeling she had known so often in the past. Gently then, she lowered the woman's panties, bared her big white buttocks completely, ran her hands lovingly over the silken hemispheres, then took her eager victim over her lap and commenced spanking her big behind.
The cheeks were delightfully firm so that her hand seemed to bounce off them with each stinging smack. As the woman cried, quietly, Sandra continued to spank and scold, sternly, until the two cheeks glowed a warm pink and her victim was squirming across her thighs.
"That's enough," Sandra said suddenly as she saw how brightly colored the woman's buttocks were.
"No, damn it, we're going to play it out the way we agreed," the woman replied angrily as she got to her feet, rubbing her tingling nether cheeks.
Afraid of angering the woman, Sandra stopped her protests and ordered the woman to kneel on the floor on all fours.
"Crawl to your dresser, get your hair brush and carry it back to me in your teeth," Sandra commanded.
She trembled with lust as the woman crawled away, her massive, pink behind in motion, her lowered nylon panties dragging at her knees. Her excitement was so intense that Sandra put a hand between her thighs and rubbed the crotch of her panties, squirming in demand of orgasm.
When the woman crawled back to her, Sandra took the wooden-backed brush from her, straddled her and sat lightly on her back, then commenced spanking, the brush smacking loudly on the already sensitized cheeks, causing the woman to cry loudly as Sandra held her in position and went on applying the brush, stingingly.
The sound of the victim's crying and the sight of her inflamed buttocks was more than Sandra could stand. With a little cry, she threw the brush away and, dropping to the floor beside the woman, caught her by the hips and began to kiss and lick the firm, hot globes.
It was not long before the woman's sobs turned to sighs and her body began to tremble violently. Sandra read the signs easily and, dropping onto her back, got her face under the woman's crotch.
"Yes, Mummy, yes," she panted, "bring your lovely cunt down on my face now and I'll suck it and make you come."
No second invitation was needed as the warm crotch came down, soft lips meeting Sandra's eager ones as she began lapping the woman while her hands moved lovingly over the hot, spanked buttocks. The woman came quickly and strongly.
After a rest period during which they finished the drinks they had poured earlier, the roles were reversed, a return to normal, and Sandra was soon shedding happy tears through a long spanking, squirming on the lap of her mature lover, knowing that when it was over, there would be a beautiful face in her crotch and that a long tongue would probe her vagina, lick her clitoris and bring her to the climax she so needed.
Later in the evening, the strap and the cane came into play making it a memorable night for Sandra, giving her more dreams to sustain her in her transition from one life to another. And always, between the bouts of punishment, there was cunnilingus, so often that by the end of the evening, woman and girl agreed that neither could stand another orgasm.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Arrangements were completed quickly and obviously efficiently since, two days later, Sandra left the institution. The couple who picked her up had the look of affluence about them as did their big car.
The man sat alone in front while the woman sat in the back seat with Sandra. They both smiled a lot and it was obvious to Sandra that they wanted to make her feel as comfortable as possible.
By the standards Sandra had known, their house was a mansion and when she entered it, the tasteful appointments and furniture reflected both wealth and taste.
"Do you have children?" Sandra asked the woman.
"Just one son and he's married and living on the coast. It's quite lonely, or at least it has been, but I have a feeling that it's going to brighten up with you here."
"That's right," the man agreed, "Anita and I are rather unconventional, we like to enjoy all the pleasures of life and I think you will enjoy all the same pleasures if all I hear about you is true."
"Oh, yes, dear," the woman said, excitement in her voice and in her eyes as she put an arm around Sandra, drawing her closer on the couch, the man sitting on a chair opposite, admiring what he could see of the girl's thighs, "Bruce is right, we live for pleasure and you will do the same as long as you want to stay with us."
"I guess I'll stay as long as you want me to, I really don't have any place to go, except here," she told the woman.
"Oh, darling," the woman said, hugging her, "is it true that you are terribly sexy?"
"That's what they told me at the home. I seem to enjoy anything that's sexy, but especially being beaten on the bare bum," she told them, confidence surging suddenly.
"She's really too good to be true," Bruce said, a trace of a groan in his voice.
"And do you like licking cunts and having yours licked?" Anita asked.
"Oh, yes, I love it, both ways, especially when my bum is burning from a good spanking. Do you both like to spank?"
"Yes, darling," Anita told her, "we both like it both ways and we play the game often. It's going to be so wonderful having you to spank. Will you want to beat us too? Bruce likes to get it with a leather belt on his bare arse. I prefer a hand or a paddle."
"I enjoy spanking someone, but not nearly as much as I enjoy getting a spanking or a strapping or even a touching up with a cane. That really makes me howl."
"Oh, Sandra, darling," the woman groaned, "what a delight you are, kiss me, darling."
They embraced and their mouths met in a passionate kiss. In the course of it, Anita found the hem of Sandra's dress and slowly pushed it high up her thighs, her hand rubbing excitingly as it pushed the garment higher, baring her luscious young thighs well above the tops of her nylons.
When the kiss ended, Sandra saw the man on his knees at their feet, his eyes feasting on all he saw below and under her tucked-up dress.
"Do you like having your cunt sucked by a man?" Bruce asked her as he put a hand on an inner thigh and explored the silken skin all the way up to the crotch of her panties where he rubbed gently and was rewarded with a radiant smile as Sandra opened her legs wider to accommodate his questing, gentle hand.
"Oooh," Anita groaned, "let's go to the bedroom and get started, I can't wait any longer. Quick, Sandra, put your hand in my crotch and feel how hot I am there. I got that way the moment I saw you."
Sandra's hand moved under the woman's dress and found that her crotch was indeed hot. As they all got to their feet to go to the bedroom, Sandra reached to feel the front of the man's pants.
"Oooh, that feels like a big, hard one. I'll bet it will stretch my little cunt a lot when you fuck me with it."
"Isn't she bold?" Bruce commented as he and his wife laughed excitedly. "I think she will have to be spanked for that."
"And if I were even bolder, does that mean you'd spank my bare bum even harder?" Sandra asked.
"That sounds reasonable," Anita replied.
Giggling, Sandra bent close to the man, unzipped his fly, took his stiff penis out and pushed it into her mouth, sucking on it and licking the swollen head with her tongue before releasing it.
"That does it, you naughty girl, I'm going to take your panties right off and give your saucy bum a real good smacking. I'll teach you to take my husband's cock out and suck it without permission."
"Oh, Mummy," Sandra pleaded in pretence, don't spank my poor little bummy. I won't suck Daddy's cock again if you don't want me to."
"I am going to spank your bum, you naughty girl," the woman told her, "and just so I don't forget, pick up the hem of your dress and hold it up to your waist and walk to the bedroom."
Hiding a grin, Sandra did so, pulling the dress up slowly, teasing them by displaying what they wanted to see a little at a time. The dress paused above the expanded tops of her sheer nylons, showed magnificent, white thighs above, then jerked high above her sheer nylon panties which only pretended to cover beautifully rounded cheeks and the deep, shadowy crack between.
"Oh," Anita gasped, closing a hand around her husband's throbbing penis, "how can she be so beautiful?"
"And how can we be so incredibly lucky?" he added as they watched the girl walk sexily toward the stairs, her exciting bottom rolling with each step.
Sandra walked up the stairs slowly and the couple remained far enough behind to attain the maximum impact of the erotic sight. At the top of the stairs, Sandra paused and Anita directed her to the bedroom. For the remainder of the walk, each of the adults held onto an excitingly firm and silken buttock as Sandra walked on, slowly, lust raging out of control in her as it was in the other two.
In the bedroom, Bruce turned her around and took her in his arms for a long, passionate kiss. As they embraced, Anita dropped to her knees behind Sandra to kiss and fondle her thighs and buttocks.
After the kiss, the man undressed and suggested that Sandra and his wife merely remove their dresses for the time being. As they did so, Sandra saw that for her age, Anita had a lovely figure. Her hands confirmed that her thighs and buttocks were firm, her skin silken smooth.
While the man watched, woman and girl played the game both knew so well, the woman stern and scolding, Sandra sobbing and pleading not to be spanked. After a little while, the game moved to the second stage as the woman sat on her vanity bench and Sandra advanced to her, sobbing as her panties were pulled well down her beautiful thighs and a hand coursed over the curves of her white nether cheeks.
She went smoothly across the woman's thighs, then the spanking was delayed as Bruce came and knelt, his hands and lips exploring her behind which twitched in anticipation of the spanking that was to come to her.
Just before he got to his feet, the man drew her buttocks apart and, bending more closely, licked very slowly from her crotch all the way up to the top of the warm valley.
Crouching behind Sandra, the man watched intently as his wife spanked the girl. She spanked well, every slap of her hand ringing like a pistol shot while the girl's cries added to the music as she squirmed and kicked her legs, giving Bruce teasing glimpses into her crotch.
The spanking over, the woman helped Sandra to her feet and took her into her arms, kissing her face and licking up her tears.
"I'm sorry if I spanked you too much, dear," she said. "You looked so beautiful with your bum turned up on my lap that I just lost control."
"Oh, no," Sandra told her, still sobbing a little, "that was really only a very light spanking. I'll want lots more from both of you before we finish."
"Oh, Oh," the man groaned as he dropped to his knees behind her and licked her hot buttocks and deep, inviting cleavage.
The man unhooked Sandra's bra then and his wife took it off. They raved over the beauty of her well formed breasts as they fondled them, then each sucked one as Sandra wriggled and sighed with desire.
"Poor baby," Anita comforted, "is your little pussy on fire?"
"Yes," she replied, her voice breaking.
"Then come lie on the bed, dear, and I'll suck you and make you come."
"And I'll do the same thing as soon as my wife is finished," the man told her.
Sandra stepped out of her panties and went to the king sized bed where she sat on the edge and fell back, her legs coming up and open at the same time.
The woman dropped to her knees close to the bed while the man got onto it beside Sandra. When he saw his wife press her mouth to the warm vulva of the girl, he began fondling and sucking her breasts and kissing her mouth which responded beautifully, her tongue coming out to play with his.
Anita proved to be a skilled muff diver and Sandra climaxed quickly. The man and woman changed places and then it was his mouth and tongue that sent her hurtling into orgasm for the second time.
"Ooh, what's wrong with me?" Sandra cried out, "I'm still not satisfied, I'm dying for another come, my cunt is on fire."
"I understand, darling," the woman told her. "What you need now is a good fucking. Bruce will look after that with his lovely big cock, he'll give you a first class fucking, darling."
She turned the writhing girl on the bed and stared hotly as her husband approached the girl, penis in hand, stiff and throbbing, the plum-like head looking as though it was going to explode.
Sandra groaned as she felt the big head touch her moist, sensitive vulva. She felt fingers parting soft lips, then he was groaning too as he pushed the velvet head into the more than receptive slit.
"Oh, yes, it's sooo big," she panted, "stretch my little cunt, drive the whole thing into me and fuck me . . . fuck me to death and make me die happy."
But he refused to be hurried, feeding cock to her a little at a time, disappointed when he had no more length of shaft to push into the hot, wet tightness of her vagina which clung around his penis, sucking and threatening to make him ejaculate long before he wanted to.
When he began stroking, he was a perfect blend of strength and gentleness, the bigness of his hard penis seeming to fill her entire body as it pistoned in her.
And then, all too soon for both of them, came the end as spasms shook the man and he ground down on her as semen spurted up into her belly seeming to flow to all parts of her body with its soothing warmth. That she had not achieved climax with him did not diminish from the beauty and joy of the act for Sandra who lay purring in quiet content while the man continued to lie on her, his spent penis soaking in the warmth of her as she made him jerk all over by tensing and relaxing her tight vaginal walls around his cock.
Aware then that his weight was crushing Sandra, Bruce withdrew his penis and got off her, trying to tell her what a magnificent experience it had been.
Spotting his dripping penis, Anita caught it between a finger and thumb and brought it to her mouth where she licked away the fluid of his union with the girl.
"Mmm, tasty," she commented as she let go of it and turned her attention to Sandra. Raising and parting the girl's legs, she gazed warmly into her crotch. "My, but you are juicy, dear. Here, I'll lick you dry."
Anita licked up all the juice she found on the inner thighs and along the path toward her anus, then sent her tongue into the hot vagina to gather more of the nectar of love. When she felt Sandra responding, she licked her way up to her sensitized clitoris and rasped at it until the girl climaxed again.
When he saw his wife fingering her own clitoris, the man turned her over on the bed and gave her the orgasm she wanted with his tongue in her vagina.
Still naked, they went downstairs for drinks and conversation which came easily and excitingly.
"Oh, yes, darling," Anita told her at one point, "we have a yummy library of sexy books, pictures and movies. On dull afternoons while we're waiting for Bruce to come home, we can read aloud to each other and look at pictures and watch movies. They won't be so dull."
"I know what you mean. I've never seen a sex movie though. Do they show everything?" Sandra asked.
"Everything and more, dear. One of my favorites shows a naked woman playing with a big dog's prick. When she's got him horny enough, she goes down on all fours, he sniffs her arse hole and cunt for a minute, then mounts her."
"You mean he really fucks her?"
"You bet he does, you see that long, red pecker go right up her cunt and he rides the arse off her, drooling all over her bare back."
"Anita would give anything to get fucked by a nice big dog, but we haven't been able to find one, so far. We shall, one day." "I'll want to see that," Sandra told them. "Come to think of it, I'd love to have a dog screw me, too."
The nature of their conversation continued along those lines and it was not long before they went back upstairs to the bedroom.
"I'm jealous, darling," Anita told her husband as they entered the bedroom. "Sandra got a nice spanking and I didn't. Look how white my bum is. It looks so pale, I think it must be sick."
"Well, my dear, you've come to just the right doctor to put color in its cheeks. Unless Sandra would rather spank you."
"No, I'd love to watch you take her over your lap and give it to her."
The man sat on the vanity stool and his naked wife knelt between his knees. Sandra listened through a long question and answer session during which Anita confessed in detail to having lured a twelve year old boy into the house and seduced him, having him perform such acts as cunnilingus and anal osculation before he had sexual intercourse.
Her husband scolded her soundly, then announced that she would be spanked as punishment.
They played out the game of pleading for mercy and stern refusal, then he commenced spanking her. She had big buttocks, reasonably firm, yet soft enough so that each time the man's hand slapped, they joggled under the impact. Her skin proved to be sensitive so that color blossomed from the first smack and kept growing deeper.
When the man stopped spanking, he held his crying wife on his lap while Sandra came to assist. Together they ministered to the woman's red buttocks, then Sandra got a finger into her crotch and rubbed her clitoris until she climaxed.
Later, Sandra thought it strange when the woman asked her husband what kind of morning he'd had at the office.
"Oh, great," he responded, "I got that new filing clerk, the pretty little blonde, into my office. She was a bit squeamish at first, but after a few kisses, I got my hand up her skirt. Once I gave her crotch a few rubs, she was so ready that she didn't hesitate a moment when I told her to open her blouse."
"Go on, Romeo, I'm very interested," Anita told him. "Tell me more."
"Well, the little angel had no bra on and those tits of hers were just too good to be true so I gave them a royal sucking."
"And then what?" she asked.
"Then I opened her skirt and let it fall to her ankles, then took her panties down and made her sigh and squirm with a hand on her bum and one on her hot little cunt."
"And is that all you did?"
"Hell no, I couldn't stop then. I put her down on the couch and lapped her cunt until she came. It looked like she was riding an invisible bicycle upside down the way she kicked her legs when she came."
"Keep talking," Anita urged, an angry expression on her beautiful face.
"Well, by that time I was ready to go off in my pants, so I pushed them down and she gulped at the sight of my stiff prick. I got on her and really made her gulp when I rammed it up her little slit. Man, I gave her such a fucking that her knees were trembling for the rest of the morning. So were mine, come to think of it."
"That's nice, dear, but now I'm going to use your belt to make your arse tremble. Go and get it for me."
It was his turn to beg then, but Anita was adamant as she stood with her hands on her hips while Bruce went to the closet for the belt.
"That must have been quite a scene in the office," Sandra observed.
"Oh, no, it never happened at all, it was just one more story like the one I told about the boy. It's an excellent code we have worked out. If he hadn't wanted a strapping, he wouldn't have told the story."
Returning with the wide leather belt, Bruce handed it to his wife and sorrowfully walked toward the bed to get his beating.
He bent over the foot of it, his naked posterior nicely vulnerable as Anita took up her position, the belt doubled in her right hand.
"So you enjoyed sucking and fucking her cunt did you?" Anita asked. "Well you can think of how nice it was while I'm strapping your arse, like this." Her arm came ahead and the leather curled around his behind, a cry breaking from his throat.
Anita gave her husband a long, painful strapping while Sandra watched intently, a hand rubbing warmly in her crotch as she wished it were her naked behind that was heaving and bucking under the swishing belt, promising herself that it would be, soon.
When the woman finally dropped the belt, Bruce, tears running down his cheeks, stood and she took him into her arms. While they kissed in mounting passion, Sandra went to them and fondled both their bottoms as her passion mounted to match theirs.
When their embrace ended, they got onto the bed and fondled each other. Within minutes, Sandra saw that Bruce had an erection. She did not have long to see it though as it was soon buried in the warm, moist vagina of his wife as they rocked through the naked act of love toward which both had been building, all through the painful strapping and following it.
Bruce rode his wife for a long time before his strong body ground in her. crotch and he ejaculated. When he rolled off her and fell tiredly on his back on the bed, Sandra, recalling what the woman had done after she'd had intercourse with him, went to them and used her tongue to lick up the product of their erotic meeting, cleansing his penis first as he groaned with delight, then going to Anita to do the same for her.
Having been well educated in the art of drink mixing, Sandra went downstairs to get drinks for all of them and returned to find the couple smiling with obvious content.
"I have something to say to the two of you," she told them, frowning, her tone serious.
"What's the matter, dear?" Anita asked.
"What's the matter is that if someone doesn't give me a good strapping with that belt tonight, I'm going to run away from home."
The couple laughed, then it was Bruce who gave her the answer she wanted to hear.
"Sandra," he told her, trying to keep his expression serious, "that was a very naughty thing to say. Just for that, you're going to get a strapping this evening after dinner." "Oh, Daddy," she said with a sad expression, "you're so cruel."
With that, laughter broke out again and Sandra fell onto the bed to join them.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
With Anita and Bruce, Sandra's life broadened so widely that she couldn't really believe it was happening to her. She no longer felt like a girl, they treated her like a woman and she accepted it easily.
During the days, while Bruce was at the office earning the money to indulge their luxuries, they talked and read and played. They tried to save their sexual activities until he returned home late in the afternoon, but they were not always able to resist the temptation to enjoy a little daytime fling together.
But beyond the pleasure she found with Anita and Bruce, there were also their friends, exciting people who also lived for the pleasures of the flesh and all of the senses, men and women who laughed at the serious aspects of life and at everything else as well.
She contrasted her new element to the restrictive life of the village in which she had been brought up, and what struck her most was the hypocrisy involved.
Her mother had talked constantly about the evil of sin and yet had pushed Sandra into an institution in order to be free to enjoy incestual sex with her own son. And yet, Sandra knew instinctively, that same woman would condemn her and her friends for the pleasures they enjoyed, pleasures which caused no harm to any other person, pleasures which brought only joy and content to all who participated.
The circle of friends into which Sandra had been admitted was wide and varied, it included male and female, young and old. And yet, of them all, she found one who appealed to her more than any of the others.
His name was Steven. He was a silver-haired, gentle man in his late fifties or early sixties, she couldn't be sure and he wouldn't tell because he was sensitive about his age.
He was, by far, the oldest member of the group, but Anita told Sandra he was accepted by all, despite his age, because of his money, his sense of humor and his gentle ways.
Sandra's first reaction, after she got to know him, was that he was the ideal man to grab as a husband. He was rich and could not be expected to live too long so that she could become a wealthy widow. After that she found she liked him so much that she felt it would not be right for her to marry him on that basis, that what would be best would be to keep him as a friend.
Two years later, when Sandra was a stunning young woman of eighteen, Steven was still a part of the circle and by then had become her best friend. A number of women Sandra knew called him the old creep and would have nothing to do with him.
"That's cruel," Sandra once protested to a woman who referred to him as that. "Why do you call Steven a creep?"
"Oh, I don't know," she replied, flustered by Sandra's defense of the man, "It's that soft, gentle voice and the way he acts and talks so gentle like, I don't know, he's just creepy. I bet if he ever got a gal alone and tied up, he'd cut her to pieces."
Realizing that she was too angry to stay with the woman, Sandra walked away from her, afraid of what she might say or do.
The next time Sandra met Steven at a party, she was even more attentive to him than ever, staying with him through most of the evening. She always loved the way he beat her, enjoying it intensely, yet his eyes offering sympathy. Rather than the term old creep which others used, she called him a sweet sadist and loved to writhe under his beatings of her body.
While he enjoyed administering conventional spankings and strappings, he also liked to use what he called his leather stingers. They were long strips of leather which looked like shoe laces. Wrapping one or two around his hand, he used them either short or long and enjoyed working a woman over from her thighs to her shoulders, drawing hot red lines all over her body, causing her to writhe and scream.
On that particular evening, Steven told Sandra how he had long dreamed of using his stingers on a man and woman having sexual intercourse. Giving his penis a squeeze, she told him to wait where he was.
Minutes later, she returned with a naked young man who, all through the evening had been wanting to have intercourse with her. He had a smooth, hairless, feminine looking body and would be ideal for the game Steven wanted to play, she sensed.
The man was dubious at first, but after fondling Sandra's body for a while, he erected strongly and in his arousal, agreed to go through with it.
The three went to the middle of the room, Steven wrapping his stingers around his right hand, his penis beginning to rise with excitement. Others, sensing it was going to be something unusual and exciting, turned their attention to the naked threesome.
Sandra and the man adjusted their positions. Her vagina had been well lubricated by many mouths during the course of the evening and the man's penis pushed into her with ease. As he pushed the full length of it into her, she told him to use only short strokes so that their bodies would remain close together.
As soon as the union had been completed, Steven laced Sandra across the buttocks and her body jerked against her partner. The stingers flashed again and this time visited the man's buttocks. As he jerked, the man penetrated Sandra more deeply than he had up to then and she groaned.
"Oh, I don't want it to stop," the man told her, "I'll fuck you very slowly to make it last. Do you want it that way, too?"
"Oh, yes, yes," she sighed, "this is the most exciting fuck I've ever had," she groaned as the stingers curled around her upper back, just above her buttocks, "it makes your big cock feel even bigger and better in my cunt."
As the couple writhed together, Steven's long, biting stingers continued to flail their vulnerable bodies.
"Hold me tight," Sandra panted, "I'm going to come . . . . " Seeing what was happening, Steven brought the leather thongs to her body in a fiery diagonal caress from her upper left thigh, around her right buttock so that with her groan of ecstasy, there was a cry of pain as her body shuddered in the embrace of the man.
Her partner resumed stroking and continued for more than another minute before the man panted that he was going to come. He gave her a few fast strokes, then his body was twitching violently and he was pumping semen into her while the stingers lashed his buttocks and Sandra held him tightly with her arms and her well-trained vaginal walls until he was drained.
They broke the embrace and Sandra threw herself into Steven's arms. They kissed passionately, then she dropped onto the carpet, the man got atop her and his penis, stronger than she had ever known it to be, was that of a very strong young man as they rocked through intercourse during which she climaxed once again.
"Oh, Sandra, my darling angel," Steven whispered as they lay resting, their bodies still united, "I love you more than I've ever loved anyone or anything in the world."
"How wonderful," she whispered into his ear, "I love you, Steven. I've loved you for a long time."
"Sandra, I can't believe it. You couldn't love an old man like me."
"Steven, darling, you're sweet and kind and gentle, yes, you're all of that even when you are beating me to make me cry. You're not an old man, my darling, you're young in your heart, young and strong and beautiful and I do love you."
"Sandra, please don't be offended by this, but do you love me enough to marry me? Could that be?"
"It could be, darling, and if you ask me I'll tell you yes."
"Oh, Sandra, marry me, please."
"Yes, Steven, I'll marry you. Kiss me, my darling."
He kissed her, long and passionately, his penis in her vagina giving the kiss an added intensity.
"Hey, everybody," she called out to the group, "we're engaged."
A lot of startled expressions turned their way and the room was silent for a few seconds before a woman spoke.
"You sure as hell are, honey, but a lot of people have been tonight."
"No, silly, I mean Steven asked me to marry him and I said yes."
A fairy wearing a wig as well as a garter belt and nylons, almost shrieked: "You can't mean he asked you to marry him while you were fucking on the floor in the middle of an orgy."
"Of course. Can you think of better circumstances?" she asked, innocently as the other roared with laughter.
Steven withdrew his penis, helped Sandra to her feet and they went to the bar to accept the good wishes and congratulations of the others.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
"You don't need our approval, Sandra," Anita told her when the last guests had departed and she was alone with her host and hostess, "but you have it. I've known for a long time, perhaps longer than you did, that you were in love with Steven."
"That's right, dear," Bruce told her, "we've discussed it often."
"How come you didn't say anything?" Sandra asked.
"Because it was none of our business. Technically," he went on, "you came to us as our ward, but we never saw it that way, we considered you a beautiful and exciting friend. We both love you and want you to live your own life in your own way. I hope we'll go on being friends after your marriage and, with Steven's approval, we can still play our games from time to time, with him included, of course."
"Such a long speech, darling," his wife teased, "but of course you were talking for the two of us."
When she suggested a drink, he agreed. As usual they had drunk little during the orgy, preferring to remain sober to enhance their enjoyment of the party.
When they finished their drinks, they went to bed, tired but beautifully content. As usual, the three got into the extra wide bed, with Bruce in the middle, but that evening they'd had their fill of sex and there was nothing more than a few kisses and pats. Sleep visited all of them quickly and claimed them soundly.
The following day, Sandra and Steven met to make their wedding plans. Sandra offered to live common-law if he preferred but he wouldn't hear of it.
"No, Sandra, you're going to be my wife, if you want to be and will be provided for during and after my life. I have no children to provide for, my entire estate will be left to you, my wife."
"Don't talk about estates, darling," she told him. "I remember once I planned to marry a rich man just for his money, but you've changed me. I suppose I am marrying a rich man, but for love. You may will your estate to your favorite charity if you wish. I'd rather you just stay alive."
He read the sincerity in her voice and responded by kissing her on the mouth, not the searing kiss of lust, but a warm, light kiss of love.
Their original plan had been for a simple ceremony at city hall, but by accident, they stumbled on a plan that was anything but simple.
They were sitting in the living room of Steven's house. He was naked, she wore bra and panties as well as garter belt and nylons, knowing that dressed that way, she was more likely to stimulate the man to another erection.
Over drinks, they chatted about how they had shocked the guests by deciding to marry while locked in intercourse on the floor during the orgy.
"Maybe we should get married that way to really give them a jolt," Sandra commented, laughing at her joke.
Steven joined her in laughing, but he stopped suddenly, a serious expression on his face.
"What is it, dear?" she asked.
"All right, so you were kidding about getting married at an orgy. Now think about it again, this time without laughing."
Sandra didn't laugh, but her face lit up with a wide grin.
"Darling, you're brilliant," she said, throwing her arms around him. "Well do it, of course. What a wedding that is going to be. Do you think you can find someone to perform the ceremony that way?"
"One thing I've learned in life, my dear, is that you can find anything, if you have enough money. I have more than enough for two men for ten lifetimes. I'll find the man without even working up a sweat."
"Darling," Sandra suggested, trying to hide an excited little giggle, "at formal weddings there is usually a photographer. After all, a bride likes to have her wedding pictures to show off."
"Well have a photographer," he assured her. "On second thought, well have two, one for stills and the other for color movies with sound."
"Darling, that would cost a fortune," Sandra protested.
"Stop worrying about money, darling," he scolded gently. "Actually, the cost will be peanuts, a few thousand."
"Oh, darling," she squealed, "I'm so excited."
"You're excited? Take a look at what's happening to old Ronnie baby down there."
"Ooh, I think he could use a hand," she told him, "or better still, a mouth. I'll stiffen him up in my mouth, dear, then when he's hard, I'll suck you off."
"Mmmm, wonderful. I love the way you suck my prick."
"I'll tell you what," she said, excitement rising to a fever pitch, "I'll kneel astride you to blow you and you can spank my bum with a paddle. Would you like that?"
"Like it? Hell, I'd just adore it. I'll go get a light one. Shall we do it in bed?"
"Yes, let's. That way, you'll also be able to watch in the mirror while you spank me and get your cock sucked at the same time."
They got up and went toward the bedroom where Steven kept part of his collection of erotic literature and implements of punishment. The remainder, the major portion of his collection, were in the big basement room in which orgies were staged.
Sandra stripped off her bra and allowed Steven to take her panties off, her vulva and buttocks getting a nice fondling in the process, his penis stiffening even more.
Without any further foreplay, Steven, paddle in hand, lay on his back on the bed. Sandra lost no time in kneeling astride him, her lush buttocks arched just far enough from his face so that he could swing the paddle at them.
He felt her tongue lick the head of her erect penis, his body jerked and he slapped a buttock with the paddle. Sandra swayed her naked behind, bent farther and as her mouth closed around the head of his stiff penis, he swung the paddle again and smacked her other buttock. The impact of the smack seemed to push her ahead so that her head went down and more than half the length of his penis shot into her mouth. By way of reward, he swung the paddle and gave her another resounding smack on the behind.
Warming to the task before her, while Steven warmed the cheeks behind her, Sandra's head bobbed up and down as her mouth played the vaginal role, sliding up and down on the pole of his erection while he slapped with the paddle and watched the white cheeks flowering into warm exciting pink.
Since they had made love earlier, Sandra knew he would require a long session of mouthing of his penis before she could trigger ejaculation and was delighted. She had come to love the feel of stiff cock pushing in and out of her mouth and hoped it would stay that way for a long time before he shot his load into her mouth and throat.
But this time, the thrill of the velvet head, big and warm in her mouth, was made greater by far by the slap of the light, stinging paddle the man kept slapping against her tingling nether cheeks, making them feel so alive and exciting to the lovely masochist who wanted the sucking and spanking to go on forever.
But nothing lasts forever and, too soon, she felt the signs that told her he was approaching ejaculation. She sucked more slowly then, savoring the feel of that big head in her mouth, then the smacks of the paddle came more frequently, there was a final hard smack, then she heard the paddle hit the floor and felt the rich fluid shooting up into her mouth.
Thrilling to the tingle in her buttocks, Sandra sucked greedily and the throbbing penis rewarded her with a generous drink.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Steven's boast that money could provide anything proved more than right as plans for the wedding moved ahead. He and Sandra thought of everything and every angle was covered to ensure that their wedding would become a legend, not only among their circle of friends, but would spread beyond to impress and excite all who heard about it.
The closest thing to a hitch came when the justice of the peace balked at having photographers present for the strange ceremony, fearing that if the pictures fell into the wrong hands, it could cost him his job. After a brief discussion, he and Steven agreed that one or both would accompany the photographers to the lab after the ceremony and supervise processing of the film so that no extra copies could be made and circulated to cause embarrassment to anyone. Considering the price Steven was paying them, he wasn't surprised when the men agreed without protest, though they expressed mild indignation that anyone would even think they would do such a thing as make extra copies or a copy negative.
The ceremony was held on a Saturday afternoon at Steven's home. Before the first guests arrived, four heavy tables groaned under the weight of the food and drink that had been prepared. For music, Steven had arranged through a friend in Texas for a genuine Mexican mariachi band.
"Oh darling," Sandra sighed when he told her about it, "wait until those Mexicans see our guests stripping off their clothes, they'll blow more than their trumpets."
"Sorry to disappoint you, darling," he told her with a grin, "but Latins really are lousy lovers, all they want to do is fuck. Suggest to a Mexican that he should go down on the lady and hell run for the hills and fuck his burro."
"Steven, you're fooling," she responded.
"Think so? Go to Mexico sometime and see the contented expressions on all the burros. It isn't because they eat so well."
"Well then, fair is fair, do the burros fuck the senoritas?" she asked.
"Only the brave gals, darling. When a burro gets randy, his dong comes out about two feet long."
"Oh darling, you'll have to take me to Mexico sometime, that sounds as long as yours, though I'm sure it wouldn't be nearly as beautiful or as exciting."
The house filled rapidly once the first guests arrived. They had invited thirty guests to the wedding and, ten minutes after the time specified on the invitation, they had counted thirty-six, as some of the guests just had to bring a friend along, knowing that Steven and Sandra wouldn't mind just one more at their wedding.
The justice of the peace was the personification of Babbit, he couldn't have looked more proper if he'd tried. That image lasted until he sidled up to Steven and asked in a whisper, "Are all these people really going to strip off their clothes and go bare assed? Cripes, I'll go off in my pants and won't be able to read the ceremony."
"Oh, that would be a shame," Steven told him with a serious expression. "I'll tell you what, if you think you may get into trouble, I'll have my bride blow you before you start."
"Holy moose-shit! the J.P. exploded, "after this one, I may quit the racket and spend the rest of my life jerking off."
"You really shouldn't," Steven told him, seriously, "that sort of thing could stunt your growth and grow hair on the palms of your hands."
While the proper-looking man sputtered at the unexpected words which seemed so in keeping with the unpredictable situation, Sandra came to join them.
"Oh darling," Steven asked, "if our friend the justice of the peace should get cock trouble along the way, would you mind helping him out by blowing him?"
"Of course not," she replied, clutching at the front of the man's pants and finding that he had an erection. "Would you care for one right now? I've been told that I suck a cock beautifully."
"Uh ... ah ... no thanks," the man replied, blushing.
At that point, Bruce and Anita, who had taken on much of the details of the wedding, arrived on the scene to rescue the troubled J.P. by suggesting to Steven that all was in readiness and they could proceed with the ceremony.
"Ah, excellent," Steven replied. "Tell all of our guests to strip now. Out of consideration for the sensitivities of the ladies, we shall allow them to retain their garter belts and nylons and even their shoes, if they wish, but the gentlemen must strip naked. Oh yes, and tell the photographers to start shooting at the same time. I mean with their cameras, not their cocks."
Bruce tried to relay Steven's instructions, but he had to delay that until he could stop laughing. Eventually, he made his way to the center of the room and announced that it was time for the guests to take their clothes off.
At the same time, he signalled the band to begin playing and heaved a sigh of relief as he realized that they didn't have to watch sheet music in order to perform. Instead they watched the guests taking their clothes off. Under normal circumstances, he surmised, they probably played well, but as dresses, bras and panties were discarded, the music they played could have been either "La Cucaracha" or "La Paloma" and neither the band or the guests either knew or cared.
"And now, ladies and gentlemen," Bruce intoned with an impressive air of solemnity, "I suggest you charge your glasses while the bride and groom retire to dress, or undress, as the case may be, for this solemn occasion. Any gentleman who does not have a hard-on at this point, should slash either his throat or his cock."
With much laughter, the guests moved to the two bars to refill their glasses while Steven and Sandra left the room to prepare themselves for the ceremony.
"Ladies, gentlemen, and all you horny bitches and bastards," Bruce intoned, when given the signal that Sandra and Steven were ready to rejoin the group, "I give you the bride and groom."
There was mingled applause and laughter as Sandra and Steven returned to the room. He was stark naked except for a black bow tie carefully tied around his erect penis.
Sandra too was naked except for a sanitary belt which held a red rose against the curly bush which crowned her mons veneris.
"The bride," Bruce told the group after he had finally brought them to silence, "wore a chaste, white rose above her cunt as an indication of her virginity, but, unfortunately, it knew better and blushed to the color you see."
Enjoying his master of ceremonies role, Bruce tried to say more, but it was useless as the guests howled with laughter as Sandra demonstrated her acting ability by keeping a straight face as her left hand reached down to adjust Steven's bow tie and stayed there much longer than necessary.
On a signal from Bruce, the band struck up 'Las Manhanitas," the traditional Mexican song for any special event. Only the justice of the peace, the photographers and the two bartenders wore clothes at that point and, like the members of the band, who were also dressed, their pants bulged with erections they didn't bother trying to hide.
Up to that point, the photographers had been shooting crowd scenes and the bridal couple, but one of them moved behind the bar to film the sight of a naked woman who knelt performing fellatio on one of the bartenders, causing him to spill too much vermouth into a supposedly dry martini.
The guests were anxious for the wedding to get underway, so when they finished their drinks, Bruce led the bride and groom to the middle of the floor, brought Anita and the J.P. along and all was in readiness.
"Wait dear," Bruce said as Sandra started to get down on the floor, "as best man, it's my duty to lubricate your cunt for the groom."
Amid much giggling and tittering, Bruce knelt before her and she parted her legs. He pressed his mouth to her vulva, sent his tongue inside the warm opening and soon had her wriggling her bare behind.
Deciding that the bridesmaid too had duties to perform, Anita dropped to her knees and took the groom's boom into her mouth, nursing it gently while her hands unfastened the bow tie and removed it.
Bruce had removed the belt which held the red rose on Sandra's mons veneris, and all was then in readiness.
Sandra got down on the floor and lay on her back, her legs wide open, ready for her man. Steven knelt, his penis stiff and throbbing with desire, then lowered himself onto the woman. While he rested his weight on one hand, he fitted the head of his penis into her receptive vagina.
"Oh darling," Sandra sighed, "is that all you're going to give me?"
"That's all for now, darling, just be patient and you'll understand."
While the guests gathered around the mating pair, the J.P. read the ceremony quickly, reading only what was essential. The bride and groom made the appropriate responses and they were soon at the point where the J.P. told him to put the ring on the bride's finger.
Crouching beside the pair, Bruce gave him the ring and Steven put it on the tip of her finger, saying "With this ring I thee wed." As he pushed the ring all the way on her finger, he inserted the full length of his penis into her and added "With this cock I thee wed."
"Oh darling," Sandra sighed while the J.P. said other words, "no woman has ever been so beautifully married."
The groom's penis began stroking in the bride then as they consummated their marriage.
"You may kiss the bride," they heard the J.P. intone, his voice breaking a little as he fought back a laugh as best he could.
"What," Sandra gasped, "with all these people looking? I'll blush."
There were roars of laughter and Steven kissed her anyway. When he looked at her face later, he saw no sign of extra color in her cheeks.
"You forgot to blush, darling," he told her, still stroking.
"I forgot to," she replied, "I'm being so beautifully fucked I can't think of anything."
Sandra climaxed then, her legs wrapping around her husband and holding him tightly, her behind jerking up off the carpet. He waited until she was finished, then resumed stroking, working faster then and quickly going into ejaculation.
As he jerked in her crotch while his semen spurted deeply into her body, Sandra again brought her legs up and held him lovingly.
"And now," Bruce announced as the couple got up, "I believe it's traditional that everyone kiss the beautiful bride." Telling them to get in line, he led Sandra to a couch and had her lie across it, her legs wide apart. Producing a napkin, he would have wiped her crotch with it but Anita stopped him, telling him she was going to clean the bride's crotch for her.
Kneeling between Sandra's legs she licked her inner thighs, sent her tongue all around her crotch, then it went inside to lap up the juice it found there.- Getting up then, she watched as the wedding guests filed by the couch, each kneeling to plant a warm kiss on the bride's vulva. Some of them cheated by staying between her legs for more than just a kiss.
Twice during the ceremony, Sandra caught at the head of the person kissing her and held on. Each time, the kisser's tongue gave her what she wanted and she enjoyed an orgasm.
Steven helped her to her feet, then seeing that the guests didn't seem to know what they should then be doing, Steven came to their rescue.
"All right," he called, "everybody fuck."
The crowd gave the photographers plenty to shoot as they paired off, each couple seeming to strive for a different position, lying, kneeling, standing, sitting and sprawling in a wide variety of poses.
"Oh darling, listen," Sandra whispered, "that's the most beautiful sound I've ever heard. A genuine fuckorama. No, on second thought, the most beautiful sound in the world is the sound of your hand spanking my bare bum."
He hugged her, then they threaded their way among the copulating couples and went to the bar for drinks. As they reached it, they saw that the ceremony really provided something for everyone as they saw the homosexual who had expressed horror at their strange engagement announcement.
He was bent over a bar stool, a dreamy expression on his pretty face while a naked man stood behind him, his penis pistoning between the girlish-looking buttocks.
Only then did they discover that the pairings were uneven. They saw a naked woman walk up to the justice of the peace and reach for the front of his pants. He almost tore his clothes off and while she waited for him, the woman turned and winked at Steven and Sandra.
"I have a feeling I'm going to get a very just piece," she called.
The man pushed his pants and shorts down and showed them that he had the equipment to give her that indeed.
Before the party ended, a few hours later when the master of ceremonies announced it was over, everyone had gotten in on the act, the bartenders and photographers also nude as they more or less performed their functions. As the guests took business cards from the photographers, it was obvious that the day was going to be a financial windfall for them.
There had been a few spankings and strappings which provided some beautiful color pictures and which also provided Sandra with a strong urge to be spanked, but one which she determined to keep under control until she could be alone with her husband for a special wedding day spanking.
When they were alone in the house, they exchanged wedding gifts and she discovered that her husband had showered her with a fortune in jewelry and furs.
Sandra had only one gift for her husband. It was neatly packaged and tied and as he tore away the ribbons and tissue, Steven saw a beautiful cedar case. Tears came to his eyes as he opened the lid and saw, on a cushion of white satin, a plain, old-fashioned, wooden-backed hair brush.
It was obviously old and as he picked it up to examine it more closely, he found the back was silken smooth in texture although it had never been varnished.
"Where did you ever find this?" he asked. "If you had spent a million dollars you couldn't have thrilled me as much as you did with this." The tears which ran down his cheeks attested to the sincerity of his words.
"From Anita," she told him. "It has been passed down through the family from her great-grandmother and has always been used for spanking the children and a few wives as well."
"How exciting," he enthused.
"Yes," Sandra agreed. "Anita told me that the back of it got that satiny polish from the oil of all the bare bums it has spanked over the years, including her own. Now my bum will join all those others as it adds its oil to that beautiful finish."
"Yes, my darling," Steven told her, "come lie over my lap and I'll give you a sample spank on each cheek."
Sandra did so, trembling. He positioned her with loving care, then rubbed the smooth wood over her firm nether cheeks.
"In all its years, darling," he told her, his voice breaking with emotion, "this brush has never touched any bum as beautiful as yours." She could only sigh in reply.
He stopped rubbing, patted the center of her right cheek lightly, then raised the brush and brought it down sharply. The sound became music in the quiet room and brought a little grunt of excitement from the naked young beauty.
"Oh darling," she sighed, "that was beautiful on my bum."
"Yes, dear," he told her, "it was beautiful for me as well. Ready now, I'll give you one on your lovely left cheek."
Again he patted the spot he was going to spank, heard her sigh of anticipation, then raised the brush, paused for a moment, then it descended quickly, the sound excitingly loud, her cheek quivering as the brush compressed it a little.
"Come, darling," he said, his tone urgent as he helped her to her feet, "you must see the lovely, red marks while they're still fresh. I've never seen red roses so beautiful on the white silk of your bum."
They hurried to a mirror and Sandra twisted to see her behind. At the sight of the twin red spots, she felt a surge of heat in her crotch.
"It's beautiful, Steven, but there should be more."
"There will be, dear, another day."
"Oh, is that so," she snapped in a shrewish tone, determined to be thoroughly spanked. "Don't think for a minute that you're going to make any decisions around here. I intend to be the boss and unless you can tame me, which I doubt, you're going to do as I say and when I say. Is that clear?"
She saw his penis begin to erect, saw excitement in his eyes as he took her by the arm and led her back to the couch.
He dragged her across his lap, roughly, picked up the brush and tamed her. She enjoyed a long bout of pained crying while he painted the entire surface of both cheeks a bright, hot red.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Gradually, Sandra and Steven drifted away from their old circle of swinging friends, surprised and delighted at finding that their life together was a complete and satisfying one.
From time to time, as much out of loyalty and friendship as anything else, they indulged in an evening of spanking and sex with Anita and Bruce, but they rarely attended sex parties and never held any in their home.
They enjoyed six years of honeymoon happiness together and then one day a man came to the door to tell her that Steven had suffered a heart attack at his desk and died before anything could be done.
Her eyes went out of focus as she turned and walked away from the man.
When the news of Steven's death appeared in the morning paper the next day, Anita and Bruce rushed to Sandra's home and found her lying fully clothed on her bed in a state of shock. They summoned their doctor who arrived within minutes.
Sandra recovered and went to live with her two closest friends while she recuperated. It was a slow process, but Anita and Bruce helped a lot and in time, Sandra learned to thank fate for the years of joy she had been granted with Steven.
Her hosts carefully avoided any mention or act of sex, but in time, the urge to be spanked returned. It was the old pattern from her childhood, in order to be loved, she had to be spanked.
She and Anita were alone in the house at the time, Bruce not due back from his office for a couple of hours.
"Do you want me to spank you now, dear, or shall we wait until Bruce gets home to do it for you?" Anita asked.
"You do it. I've waited too long already."
Together they went to Anita's bedroom and stripped except for garter belts and nylons. Anita sat on an armless chair and Sandra draped her trembling body across the woman's thighs. Holding her in position, Anita scolded her as she fondled the waiting cheeks, then she began spanking them, her hand slapping hard, keeping Sandra's lovely behind in motion, setting exciting fires as the young woman cried and kicked her legs, the fire of the smacking changing form as it moved into her crotch and became wild desire.
Sensing that the spanking was excellent therapy for her friend, Anita went on spanking much longer than she normally would have, making each slap of her hand hard, completely covering both buttocks as well as a portion of Sandra's smooth right hip.
"There, you naughty girl," Anita said with the tone of a scolding mother, "your bum has been nicely warmed for you. Have you had enough to learn a lesson?"
"Oh yes, Mummy, yes, I'll be a good girl. Oh my bum, my poor bum is so hot."
"Yes, dear, Mummy knows. Come to the bed now and I'll make it all better for you."
Sobbing, her buttocks flashing redly, Sandra allowed herself to be led to the bed where she lay on her tummy while the woman massaged and kissed her wildly tingling nether cheeks for a while, her touch as tender as her kiss.
"Oh yes, Mummy, my bum is nice and hot and tingly."
"That's nice, dear. How is your pretty little cunty?"
"Oh, Mummy, it's hot and tingly too. It's so hot."
"Shall Mummy turn her little girl over and suck it for you, darling?"
"Oh yes, Mummy . . . suck my cunt. . . suck it and lick it and make me come in my cunt," she panted as she rolled onto her back and threw her legs wide apart.
Anita went down on her and lapped her, tenderly, until the passion that had been pent up within Sandra since the death of her husband, exploded with a force that was almost frightening.
"Oh shit," she panted, later, "that one was much too strong, it actually hurt."
"I know, dear, but it took away all the rough edges. Lie back and I'll give you another one, it will feel beautiful."
Sighing, Sandra surrendered her naked body to the woman's mouth and tongue again. After only a brief lapping, Sandra climaxed again and it was a beautiful one, just as Anita had promised.
Telling her friend that she wanted to rest, Sandra went to her own room, unaccountably depressed, unable to understand why the post-spanking ecstasy refused to appear.
The next day, thanking Anita and Bruce for all their help, Sandra returned to her own home, ready, she hoped, to adjust to her life as a widow, to treasure her precious memories of life with her husband, but to carve out a new life for herself. At twenty-four, she told herself, firmly, she was much too young to live on memories alone.
Less than a week later, Sandra woke one morning to find that her mind had accepted a visitor, the old urge for spanking. For a while she tried to ignore the urge, but it was not long before she faced the fact that it was not going to permit that.
She thought of phoning Anita and telling her of her need, but for some reason she couldn't understand, she couldn't bring herself to do it.
She told herself that more than just being willing to spank her, Anita would be delighted since she enjoyed giving a spanking as much as Sandra enjoyed receiving one. But it didn't work.
Going to the dresser, she opened the cedar box and picked up the old brush, running the smooth back of it over the palm of her left hand. Excitement causing her to tremble, she put the brush behind her and rubbed the exciting surface over her right buttock. Instinctively, she slapped the cheek hard and it stung. Twisting her neck as she looked into the mirror, she saw the bright, hot patch of red on her white cheek.
Sandra slapped again and again, then changed the brush to her left hand and discovered to her dismay that she was not very efficient at spanking herself left-handed. After a few clumsy smacks, she resumed spanking her right buttock with the brush in her right hand.
The sting was there, not as much as it would be if some other hand held the brush, but enough so that it should have been thrilling for her. But it wasn't. There was some excitement in the auto-spanking, but a minor degree only.
She ran to the telephone and before Anita could answer she was crying. Fighting back her tears she told her friend of her need. Within five minutes of her call, Anita arrived at the front door. Nude, the brush in her right hand, Sandra admitted her friend.
"Sandra," the woman scolded, "how often have I told you not to answer the door in the nude. I can see you need a spanking to teach you to remember to behave like a lady."
The game was on then as Sandra, sobbing, handed the brush to the woman and promised she would not be a bad girl again. She was still sobbing promises as they walked into the bedroom where Anita took her dress off and sat on the chair.
Anita spanked until Sandra was confident that both her nether cheeks must have been blistered, then when she finally stopped and put the precious brush down carefully, the two went to the bed where, after ministering to Sandra's hot behind, she rolled her over and performed cunnilingus on the sobbing woman until orgasm came.
While Sandra lay resting, the woman got up and took her bra and panties off, pausing as she stood staring at Sandra's lush, naked body to fondle her own breasts with both hands.
After a little while, one hand fell to her crotch and began stroking there.
"I'm sorry, Anita," Sandra said, reaching for her, "I didn't mean to be selfish. Come, darling and let me suck your sweet cunt for you."
Anita got onto the bed eagerly, but instead of lying back to receive cunnilingus, moved into an end-to-end embrace with tVie younger one for mutual cunnilingus.
When they were finished, they sat and chatted for a while, then Anita got up and dressed, telling Sandra that she had work to do before meeting Bruce in town to have lunch with him.
She invited her along, but Sandra declined with thanks.
As soon as she was alone in the house, Sandra felt her sense of well-being vanish and black despair moved in to replace it. Sitting naked on her bed, she felt shame at being, as she saw it, abnormal. When she couldn't fight it off, she dressed and went out for a walk and hoped she could get her mind off the despair she felt.
It was fate's day to be unkind, she discovered, when she passed the church a few blocks from her home. There, a laughing, noisy crowd congregated on the steps, shouting to the bride and groom who ran through a shower of rice and confetti.
Sandra stood on the sidewalk as though frozen as the couple came closer to her. The bride was young and beautiful, the groom was a good-looking young man. Sandra found herself wondering if the bride was a virgin, nervously awaiting her first act of sex.
Only when she felt her tears begin to flow was Sandra able to walk. She walked fast until she was away from the bridal group, then went home, closing the door firmly behind her as though to keep out something frightening which had followed her all the way home from the church.
But it penetrated the door and showed itself to be the happy, love-filled faces of the bridal couple. Sandra understood then what was bothering her. They were happy, normal people, she saw herself as not at all normal, as abnormal as she was unhappy.
They would go away on a honeymoon, explore each other's bodies and minds and hearts, they would come back and begin their life together, they would have children, there would be a loving family unit, all things that were denied her in the life she had chosen or had been chosen for her, a life in which she could receive and understand love only with the pain of beatings.
Sandra remained gloomy for the next few days. And then she woke one morning feeling the urge to be spanked. She thought first of Anita, but once again tried to avoid going to her old friend, not understanding why.
She made coffee and tried to take her mind off her desire by reading the morning paper. Newspapers are rarely cheering in nature though, and that one was no exception.
At least it wasn't, until she saw an ad placed by a church group devoted to aiding the poor of the city and especially the unemployed. It asked prospective employers to call them if they had work available even if only for one day.
Ignoring her coffee, Sandra hurried to the phone and called the listed number. A woman with a pleasant voice assured her that they had many men on their list who would be pleased to accept a day's work.
Wildly excited, she went from the phone to the bathroom where she showered carefully, then dressed, selecting her most exotic lingerie. There was no thought then of shame or guilt, there was only joy and desire and thrilling excitement in anticipation of being spanked by a strange man, of being abused and humiliated and punished.
Ready, there was nothing to do then but wait until the man arrived. At last, she saw him come up the walk to the side door. He appeared to be in his forties, was dressed in clean jeans and a work shirt. He had a good build and while he was less than handsome, he was good enough looking to be acceptable.
She admitted the man and brought him to the kitchen where she poured coffee for the two of them. His eyes went wide with surprise when she offered him twenty-five dollars for a few chores around the house, and told him she would give him a bonus if he performed them well.
But that shock was nothing compared to the one he received when he asked just what chores there were to be done.
"I want you to scold me as you would a naughty girl, then make me undress, feel me all over, humiliate and shame me, call me filthy names, then take me over your lap after you've stripped naked, and give me a spanking."
"I can't believe it," he told her.
"You better believe it. Would you mind earning twenty-five dollars or more that way? And oh yes, after my spanking, you may take your choice, either fuck me or make me suck your cock. I'd appreciate it if you would go down on me and suck my cunt until I come."
"Chrissakes, you really mean it, but why pay me for it? Any man in his right mind would pay to be allowed to do all that to you."
"Don't ask questions. Will you do it or won't you?" As though to influence his decision, Sandra leaned against the table and pulled the hem of her dress over the tops of her nylons. "I have lovely thighs, but the rest of me is even better. Do you want it or not?"
"Jeez, do I ever! When do you want me to get started?"
"Just as soon as we've gone over the details of it, how I want it done and all that."
She told him what she wanted then and watched a stirring in the front of his pants where the form of his erect penis bulged.
"Damn," he exploded when she had told him all in detail, "all these years I thought I was plain unlucky. Now I see I was just savin' up all my luck for today. Let's go."
Without a word, she turned and walked from the kitchen, the man following. As she walked to her bedroom, her knees became so weak with excitement that she wasn't sure they would support her. They did, just.
"Take all your clothes off now," she told him, "and try to be the boss, don't make me tell you what to do."
He undressed hurriedly, tossing his clothes away as though he never wanted to see them again. His penis leaped into view, big and hard and strong-looking, the hairy sac below, big and looking full as it swayed between his thighs.
"Yeah," he said, boastfully, "take a good look at my cock and think about how it's gonna feel when I ram it up your cunt then pull it out and stick it in your mouth to be sucked off. Now get outta that dress and let me have a look at you in your frilly little things." Making little whining sounds, Sandra unfastened the back of her dress, then pulled it off. He gave a long, low whistle and she saw his big penis twitch.
He reached for her and his big hands were rough on her bra and panties. When she complained of that, he slapped her behind hard and told her to shut up. He bruised her thighs as he pushed a hand between them to grab at the crotch of her panties.
As he became rougher, she feared he had lost all control and would kill her. Instead of frightening her, the thought only heightened her excitement as she held and nourished it.
Instead of unhooking her bra, he tore the hooks out of it, jerked it off her arms and tossed it away. "Jeez," he panted, "look at them fucking tits." He grabbed at them hurting her as he rubbed and squeezed, roughly.
He was equally rough as he jerked her panties off and grabbed a buttock on one hand while probing in her crotch with the other.
"So you like having that pretty ass spanked, do you? Well that's just fine with me. I spanked all my kids right until they left home and I loved it, especially my girls. I just loved watching them hot asses wiggle while I smacked them like I'm gonna smack yours now." Grabbing her around the waist, he dragged her roughly to the chair, sat on it, then pulled her sprawling across his lap. As the first hard spank exploded on her behind, a cry broke from Sandra, the first of many that were to follow. She had been spanked and strapped many times by many persons, but none had ever inflicted such pain as his big, hard hand came down again and again.
"This is the way I spanked my girls," he panted, "and I always wanted to fuck them but I couldn't. I had to jerk myself off in the John, after, but I'll fuck you and you'll suck my cock too after I really burn your pretty ass."
And burn it he did, with slap after stinging slap until Sandra feared she was going to faint. And then, without warning, he stopped spanking, picked her up and carried her easily, dumping her roughly on the bed and getting on it behind her.
He parted her legs as roughly as he did everything else and he was not gentle as he rammed the full length of his penis into her, hurting her again. He rode with the fury of a wild stallion, then, without warning, he pulled his penis out of her and she looked up into his grinning, evil face.
"Come and suck it, baby," he told her. "When I spanked my girls I always wanted to make them do it, but I couldn't. Now I can. Suck, baby, suck or I'm gonna beat that beautiful ass right off of you."
Turning quickly, Sandra caught his wet penis in one hand, squeezed it, then pushed it into her mouth. Holding his penis with one hand, she clutched a hard buttock with the other and held on as her mouth went back and forth over his wet, hard penis, sucking him in a way that made him pant and groan.
"Start swallowing, baby, here I come. Don't let a drop spill out or I'll tear your ass to ribbons."
She didn't allow a drop to spill, but she had to swallow fast to keep up with the flow of his semen as he continued to spurt strongly for a long time. When he pulled his spent organ away from her, groaning and breathing hard, she got off the bed and told him to get dressed.
"Look, I'm sorry if I ... " "Don't apologize, you were good, very good. Now get dressed and leave, I want to be alone."
While he dressed, she went to her purse and took fifty dollars out of it. When he was dressed, Sandra gave it to him. He blinked in surprise when he saw how big a tip she had given him. She almost pushed him out of the room and out of the house. Checking her buttocks in the mirror, she saw bruises there that she knew would remain ugly for days, but she didn't care about them. He had hurt her and terrified her and it had filled the need that had been burning so strongly.
That need stayed filled for more than a week and then she phoned the agency again, asking for a Negro laborer. He wasn't as rough as the first man, but he spanked her hard and later, as she performed the act of fellatio he demanded, because she had told him she wanted him to demand it, she thrilled at what she saw as a new dimension of debasement.
But after the Negro, as it had been after the first hired man, shame and guilt moved in to diminish and destroy the sexual pleasure she had known. Her joy, she saw, was destined to be of a transitory nature, a fire that burned hotly, in her buttocks and whole being while it lasted, then there was nothing left, only ashes, cold and wet and clammy.
She visited a number of psychiatrists after that, but always the pattern was the same. Driven by a fear that her abnormality, as she considered it to be, would destroy her, she would seek help, but before she could keep her second appointment, she would hire another man to beat her and filled with shame and despair, would not show up for the next appointment.
I wish I could tell you the end of the story in this case, but that isn't possible since fate and Sandra have not written it yet.
Still, for those who feel that no ending is better than a sad ending, perhaps it is best that we do not yet know how the story will end for her. Nothing about her points to a possibility of a happy ending. She has drifted away even from Anita and Bruce, brushing off their friendship, refusing to allow them to keep it alive.
In the true pattern of the masochist, she seems to have set out on a program of self-destruction and to be pursuing it passionately.
Looking back over the story of her life, we can see that she was not the architect of her destruction, fate handled that chore for her. We are all in many respects victims of fate, but Sandra is more so than most.
Perhaps the most optimistic prognostication I can make at this stage of Sandra's life is that miracles and accidents do happen from time to time. Hopefully, fate will decide to give Sandra one more break, one more chance to get her life into order.
If you meet one of the world's Sandras, there is not much you can do for her, probably, except, try to understand. Perhaps in doing that, you will do much.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The other day I finally heard the end of Sandra's story. After Sandra had drifted away from her closest friends-and perhaps her only friends-they became worried about her and searched for her.
In the process, they came to me, her last psychiatrist. She had, apparently, not visited any other doctors since coming to me almost a year ago.
I could give them no definite help, only a couple of vague leads. We found that her house where she and Steven had spent their married life, had been sold. And that there was no one who seemed to know where she was now.
There was only the organization with which she had last affiliated herself-the agency.
Posing as a client, I went to the office and signed up for work. Bruce did the same. We realized that it was a long chance. But, like many desperate gambles, it paid off.
I was fortunate to find her first. She tried to run away immediately after that, but we were ready for her panic and followed her.
She took a train out of the city and even across the state line, where she had apparently established another residence. She packed nothing but a simple and small suitcase, which threw me off for a short while as I assumed she was coming back.
If Anita had not been so adamant, we might have lost her then and there. As it was, the trail went temporarily cold before Bruce picked it up again in a small town just on the other side of the state line.
She had an apartment in a long and quiet street in a small and sleepy town called Scotsville. And she had a ham-fisted day laborer as a lover.
He lived up to his name: Harry.
And when she finally consented to come back to the office for a talk, this was her story.
Next to her husband, she found the succession of men from the agency to be the best thing. She took them, one by one, but always she regretted not having gotten the name of the man who had satiated her on the first day. None of the succeeding men quite filled Steven's dead shoes like this one male.
So, when her need became horrendous enough, she kept returning to the agency. Finally, she got enough courage to ask the woman at the agency outright for the first man back. She explained that he did the best work of all the people she had tried. She wanted him to work for her steadily. The agency agreed and went back through its records to find the name of that particular man.
"Yes," Miss Blumfield said, finally, "here it is. Harry Masterson. When would you like for him to start work?"
"As soon as possible. There are many little things that he seemed to know about that the rest, while trying valiantly, just didn't seem to get right without excessive guidance on my part." She smiled innocently. "I am sometimes away and I want a trusted person who will be able to work without direct supervision."
"Of course," Miss Blumfield smiled appreciatively, "all people want that. I'll call him for you."
Satisfied that she would get her secret wish, she left happily.
Harry was at her door the next morning.
"So, your pretty little bum can't live without my hand?"
"That's the size of it." She made it a bald statement, nothing more.
"Well, this is even better than a lucky day." He walked through the door and closed it behind him. "This is going to be heaven on earth," he added as he reached for her body.
His hand closed around her wrist and he yanked her toward him violently.
"Stop," she screamed. "Unhand me. I give the orders."
Ignoring her, he pulled her into his arms and his hand fell hard across her covered ass cheeks.
"Shut up, bitch!" His hand fell again.
Struggling against him, she was bodily carried into the bedroom. Standing her on her feet, Harry took one hand and grasped the neck of her dress with his ham. A single pull, ripped the dress down the front, baring her beautiful body to his lecherous sight.
Changing holds on her, he ripped the rest of the dress from her body, exposing her almost naked lusciousness, covered only by her skimpy bra and panties.
It was summer and she did not wear nylons under her dress.
Changing holds again, he snapped her bra and panties from her body, leaving her entirely naked. Then she was picked up in his arms, like before, and thrown down onto the bed. Immediately he came after her, shoving her limp but trembling thighs apart and charging fully into her twat.
As he grounded against her quaking thighs, she screamed with the delight. Then as he built up the sensual pleasure, he realized-as did she-that they had not for some reason had recourse to the paddling with the smooth backed hairbrush.
Sandra froze in horrible fear as she felt the desire draining from her.
No spank, no fuck, her mind said and the desire that had been thrilling through her unspanked cunt palled. But the die had been cast and she would give cooler thought to the situation later.
Unfortunately, at that moment, she felt herself coming down to the hard reality that his cock inside of her hurt like hell.
"Get off me," she screamed loudly at him. "You pig! You filthy monster!"
He reared his body back, but not off her cunt and raised his huge right hand. Without even a pause for breath, his open hand smashed into her face, whipping her profile violently around on the pillow.
Whimpering, she bucked under him and tears sprang from her smarting eyes.
"Now," he snarled at her, "shut up and enjoy yourself." And for good measure, he slapped her again, bringing the back of his hand across her face, snapping her head around on the slender column of her neck.
His hard knuckles grazed gratingly across her cheek, leaving marks-red marks-of blood where the coarse skin of his hands tore at her delicate skin.
Suddenly, she felt the surge of desire rise within her pussy as the blood flooded back into her flesh-swelling it and shading it into the purplish from the delicate hues of pink. She gasped and arched into his straining cock as he began humping her.
"That's it, slut," he whispered fiercely as his fingers dug into her shoulders. "That's it! Fuck. Let me give you a good fucking."
She was whimpering now, crying with elated desire and passionate sensuality. Her voice rose in an earsplitting scream as his prick stiffened for its coming.
Suddenly, he shot jets of ropy sperm into her body, searing her inner flesh as the boiling scum poured out of his jerking prick and flooded her insides, overflowing down across their thighs and his groin.
Groaning now, she arched herself into his banging cock, impaling herself again and again onto his steely weapon until he began building for another come.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" His face contorted as his balls yanked themselves back into his ass and he felt the fires building in his tubes.
He came just as she felt explosions bursting within herself. Together they plunged over the abyss and fell into a heavenly release as they vented their pent up sensuality together on each other.
His teeth sank into her neck, drawing blood in lieu of her ass beating that she always seemed to need. She screamed as she felt his sharp eyeteeth puncture her soft flesh and draw more blood.
She wriggled beneath his working mouth as he sucked up her blood with his tongue and lips.
Moaning, she tried to move away from him, only to have his hands dig into her fleshy shoulders and his voice growl nastily at her for trying to wiggle away.
Then he slammed himself, still stiff, into her twat again and the room spun before her wildly jerking eyes. Gasping for breath, she felt his full weight fall across her resisting abdomen, crushing her flat into the hardness of the mattress.
And then it was over and she lay replete on the bed while he inched himself off her and flopped beside her, panting.
Turning slowly to him, she ran her slender fingers down his sweat-glazed flesh, feeling the heavy workers' muscles beginning to relax beneath her light touch. He moaned as she continued to run her fingers along his jumping flesh and she knew that he would be back for more in a few minutes.
Even though she knew this, she still felt herself relaxing, not tensing. She anticipated it, all right, but her attitude seemed, even to her and right then, to be different. But she didn't know how to analyze it just then. So she let it rest and rested her body for the few minutes grace his exhaustion would allow her.
She was merely lying there, getting back to normal when she felt herself grabbed and thrown across his lap. When he had not had the brush handy, he used his hand to excellent advantage.
She screamed as his flat palm came smashing down across her ass. Each time she wiggled on his crotch, she felt his prick get stiffer. Each time his hand crashed into her flesh, depending on the exact location where he hit, he either expanded a red mark on her ass cheeks or began a new one.
As he spanked her, he reviled her with vile words and phrases which thrilled her to no end. She felt herself becoming more and more excited with each twinge of his growing cock and each smack of his heavy hand on her smarting ass.
"Harder, Harry," she said. "Harder!"
So, he began smashing his doubled fist into her burning red flesh. She squealed with delight as his hard fist kept pummelling into her yielding body.
Then he suddenly set her on her feet and shoved her to the mirror.
"Take a good look at your bum, bitch. I done a real good hangup job this time."
She looked at her pain-reddened ass in the mirror, turning herself around so that she looked at her ass cheeks over her shoulder.
And she was pleased as well as excited by what she saw. Her entire ass was blazing with scarlet palm and indistinct fingermarks. From the curve in her back to her soft thighs, and then some down, from one side to the other, her ass was almost a single entire rounded redness.
She felt herself becoming hot just looking at herself in the mirror.
Instinctively her fingers went to her cunt and she began to fingerfuck herself.
But strong fingers grabbed her wrist and her arm was jerked back.
"Oh no," Harry snarled at her. "That's my department." Grabbing her, he flung her back across his lap, ass downward in his haste..
His heavy hand fell on her belly, making the golden white and softly down flesh redden with the force of blows that he rained down on her thighs and belly.
She screamed with the agony of his hand while his left hand gathered a handful of her luscious tits and squeezed until she thought that the twisting-pinching motion of his fist was going to tear her globe from her chest.
As she opened her mouth to scream, he stopped, his hands resting where they were and his hips closed down onto hers, crushing her fleshy mouth between his teeth and hers. His kiss was as violent as his fucking. She moaned and twisted her head, got a grip on his lower lip.
Bitten, he jerked back as the pain stung through his face. But immediately, he pushed in again, grasping her tongue with his teeth and sinking his teeth into the fleshy muscle.
As she jerked her tongue back, she involuntarily dragged his face into hers and his tongue shoved into her throat, momentarily choking her.
But quickly she recovered and swallowed his rigid oral member, arching her head closer onto his tongue.
"Lick my cunt," she demanded as soon as the kiss had ended.
His answer smashed itself back across her bruised face, throwing her head down and back and snapping the muscles stiffly in her neck.
Then, before she could protest again, he tossed her onto the bed on her belly. His hands quickly found their way around to her belly and he raised her by main force so that her ass stuck out in the air.
"Spread your knees," he growled at her.
When she didn't obey him, his fingers picked up handfuls of her sagging belly flesh and twisted it viciously.
Screaming, she placed her knees apart on the bed, supporting her ass where he had placed it.
As soon as she lifted her ass and was ready for his entry, he slammed his steely weapon into her ass. It was wet from the juices of her cunt, so he did no more than surprise her with his devastating attack of her ass.
She howled with the unexpected pain which almost instantly turned to pleasure. Then she began humping herself onto his body and impaling her ass onto his cock.
Within a few seconds she felt his cock jerking violently and he flooded into her ass as he had her cunt with ropey masses of burning and boiling scum. It seeped, slowly at first, then faster, from around her stretched anus and dripped down onto his groin and her flanks.
She felt him slip against her wet body as he pushed himself harder into her ass until he was finished and his cock began going limp.
Utterly exhausted, now, he withdrew from her and lay down on his back on the bed. She flopped down and lay panting on her stomach.
She flinched as she felt his hand touch her back.
But, surprisingly, he was gentle and she accepted it in stride.
After that, he came every day and they spent long hours fucking. She got the hairbrush out and he beat her regularly with it for a while.
Then came the day that she became hot under his hands without the added stimulus of a beating or a forcing of any kind.
The experience of the second fuck with him had seeped through her mind. She had come to the realization that sexual excitement and pleasure did not have to be "beaten into her" and that one could enjoy sex by becoming stimulated instead of beaten to death.
When she realized this, she was as much in love with Harry in her own way as she had been in love with Steven. So they had moved to another state-his home state-and gotten married.
Although uneasy in her newfound happiness, for fear that Harry would be taken from her-she was becoming more and more at ease.
She decided to renew her failing friendship with Anita and Bruce-but this time on a different footing: a more social one.
She had a man who could handle her and both of them were discovering that it wasn't necessary to always have violent roles in their lovemaking. But he was the dominant personality.
She said that although she did not yet show it, she was pregnant.
"I want this child. I can only hope that I don't do to it what Mother did to us. Not the corner and praying part so much as I don't want my child to be inhibited as I was. I want it to be free."
"That's wonderful!" I said. "Have you told Anita and Bruce yet?"
"No. But they're picking me up after this appointment and we're going out to dinner. Harry knows not to expect me home tonight. He may even join us here in the city."
"Do you think you need a doctor anymore?"
"I don't think I'll need much more of a psychiatrist, but I will be needing a pediatrician. Know anyone you want to recommend?"
I told her the names of three or four good men and made the note that her language was of a higher grade.
"Did you change more than just the sadism and masochism?" I asked.
She smiled. "I'm glad you noticed, because even Harry's getting better. Not that we don't curse at each other at all anymore. But it's more restricted and restrained than ever before. And, I for one, like this to the old way."