I'm sure that by now you're sick and tired of all these smug
little notices authors of S&M and non-consensual sex stories have
been putting at the top of their files. But just in case you
aren't, here's another one:
WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
THIS STORY CONTAINS S&M AND NON-CONSENSUAL SEX
IF YOU DON"T LIKE THIS SHIT, THEN DON'T READ IT!
END OF WARNING Nola25A.txt
"Nola and Tashia"
By Curt Strap
Nola was thirty-four years old. She had a twelve year old
daughter from a very bad marriage and a weird boyfriend named Curt
who was twice her age at sixty-eight.
Although she chose not to move in with Curt because of her
daughter and her status in the community she planned to continue
seeing him in spite of their rather bizarre relationship and
substantial age difference. Curt certainly didn't fit in with her
socialite friends and business associates. In fact, he didn't fit
in with anyone she even knew.
* * *
Nola stood in Curt's basement listening to him lecture her
about punctuality. He liked dark creepy places. She didn't.
"I don't care what you had to do. When you give me a time, I
expect you be punctual!" Curt spoke so intently that all Nola could
do was stand there shuffling her feet back and forth on the cold
cement floor, looking embarrassed and frightened.
"I know," Nola said while she watched her shoes. "I'm sorry!"
she added as an afterthought. She was not sorry.
"Oh, you're sorry!" was his sarcastic reply. Nola knew that
she was in for it. She was late intentionally. It was her game.
"Yes," she whispered, afraid to look up at him.
"You're going to have to be taught a lesson, Nola!" He said to
her. "Come with me into the room."
Nola followed him into the interrogation room as he liked to
call it. It was sparsely furnished with an old wooden table and a
large chair. There were two uncomfortable arm chairs in front of
the table. Curt walked behind his table and sat in his chair. He
looked just like a prison warden, Nola thought. In fact, Curt was
just a night watchman at the local junkyard. She remained in front
of the table with her arms folded across her chest. She kept her
eyes fastened on one spot on the rough wood in front of her.
"Wait a second. look at the clock." Nola had told him when she
arrived. She said she would be there at 5:30. She had actually
arrived at 5:33 by Curt's clock. "I'm only three minutes late!"
"Tough shit, late is late!"
He ordered her to remove her blouse and skirt. Doing so very
deliberately, Nola draped her skirt and blouse over one of the
chairs. Then she turned around and assumed the same position she
had before stripping to her underwear. A chill permeated the den.
Now she stood wearing only panties and a bra with a pair of
three inch heels. Nola was pretty, without being beautiful. At age
34, she was beginning to feel middle age creeping up on her.
Nothing really apparent, but she knew she had to fight harder to
keep the pounds off. She was nearly 5'10" and weighed almost 120
lbs. Her hips flared out from her waist and her buttocks gently
swayed when she walked. Actually, for Curt, she wiggled her cute
ass. That really turned him on.
Nola watched with heart trembling as Curt opened one of the
drawers and extracted an 18 inch leather prison punishment strap.
She followed his hand movements while he took the leather out and
set it on the table in front of him.
"You know what this is for, don't you, Nola?" Curt asked
harshly. Something about his rough demeanour thrilled the redhead.
Yes, she had a very good idea of what it was for.
"Yes, sir!" she whispered, still keeping her eyes averted,
playing the game. He made her blush deeply just by looking at her.
"Fine. Then come here behind the table," he ordered her.
She acted without hesitation. She stood near his chair on the
right side of him. Her breathing began to get more laboured and her
thighs began to twitch.
"I can't have women being late for appointments. Do you
understand me?"
"Yes, sir. I understand." Nola said. Curt could see her thighs
quivering while she stood waiting for him to humiliate her.
Curt turned to face the woman. Nola continued to stand with
her hands folded in front of her. Opening another drawer, Curt took
out what Nola feared the most, nipple clamps. Or rather, alligator
clips. She'd had alligator clips applied to her nipples once
before, and she vividly remembered the excruciating pain they had
caused.
"Take off your bra!"
She obeyed and started to tremble as she watched him open the
menacing jaws of one of the clips. Her hands gripped each other
while she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. Curt moved the
clip to her right breast and over her nipple. She jumped slightly
when she felt the cold steel touch her hot flesh.
Nola screamed in agony when the taut spring of the clip was
released and snapped shut on her nipple. Tears poured from her
tightly closed eyes when he attached a clip to the other nipple.
She tried in vain to catch her breath while the searing heat of
pain originating at her nipples coursed in waves throughout her
body...
Curt anticipated that she was about to bring her hands up in
an attempt to remove the clips and caught her wrists in his hands
before she could take them off. He had taken out a thin rope and
wrapped it tightly around her wrists after pushing them behind her
back. Nola was leaning slightly forward, her whole body shaking
while he knotted the rope and released her hands.
"Alright, Nola." Curt said. "You may ask for your spanking
now." This wasn't going to be easy for the usually arrogant woman.
Her sobs racked her body so violently that she couldn't control her
voice long enough to ask.
She was crying. "P..p.plea.. OHhhhhhh!.. P..please, sir.." She
was crying too hard to speak an entire sentence.
Curt sat down in his chair again and looked up intently at
her, causing her to look down. "Well?"
Nola took a deep breath and choked back the sob that tried to
escape her lips.
"Please sir," she whispered. "Please spank me!" Having to ask
for it made her blush deeply in embarrassment and humiliation.
"Oh yes." Curt said as he picked up the strap from the table.
Looking up at her face, Curt saw that the perfectly applied make-up
had streaked her face from her tears.
"Take off your panties and lean over the table, Nola." Curt
told her, letting the strap flail the air while he listened to her
sobs as she complied with his humiliating order.
Nola tried to lean over without actually touching the wood.
She knew that if she let her breasts press the surface of the
table, the nipple clips would be crushed and that would cause her
blinding pain again.
Curt anticipated her reluctance, though. He made her open her
legs and used his hand on her buttocks to press her against the
table. "Now, put your head on the desk, young lady," he commanded.
Poor Nola had no choice, now. She did as she was told, knowing what
would happen to her naked breasts.
Her sharp intake of breath told him what had happened. As she
leaned over, her tits pressed into the wood causing the clips to
push into her, ending the numbness that she had been mercifully
blessed with earlier. Although the pain was not as agonizing as
before, Nola's already sore nipples were brutalized.
While Nola silently sobbed in her misery, Curt admired her
white ass. He stepped back to give him ample room to swing the 18
inch strap, then cracked it against her bare ass.
***CRACK***CRACK***CRACK***......
Curt struck her heaving buttocks 25 times with the strap. Then
he laid another ten strokes across the tops of her thighs. Nola's
eyes were closed tight and her mouth hung open through the ordeal.
The intense heat on her ass rose to mingle with the pain biting at
her nipples, causing an electric current to rocket toward her cunt.
Nola grunted and thrust her ass back toward him when he
suddenly stopped the beating. He wasn't going to let her have any
sexual pleasure just yet.
"No!.. Don't stop!!" She screamed over her shoulder as she
writhed over the table. Her body cried out for the orgasm she
needed so badly.
"You don't actually think you deserve any pleasure, do you?"
came the disgusting reply from behind her. Nola didn't answer, but
continued to writhe her ass in frustration. Her breath was
laboured.
Then, when Nola thought she would go crazy just bending over
the table, Curt ended her waiting by smacking her already reddened
ass with wild strokes. That was all it took to send the redhead
over the summit. She screamed long and loud when her climax jolted
her body in waves of carnal bliss.
Her orgasm just began to ebb when she sensed movement behind
her, just before feeling a hot projectile invade her body and find
the centre of her sex. Curt heaved against her ass when he felt her
cunt muscles contracting on his cock as he pressed it steadily into
the surging woman. Nola sobbed in intense pain at the unwelcome
penetration.
She would have fallen to the floor had she not been leaning
over the table. When Curt began pumping his huge prick, Nola's
knees buckled. She howled while Curt grabbed her writhing hips and
plunged his cock in and out with growing fury.
Wave after wave of agony mixed with pleasure swept over her,
causing the woman to lose all sense of time. Losing control of her
senses was something that happened every time she was spanked and
was prolonged by the animal-like fucking that followed.
She was only vaguely aware that Curt had removed his prick
from her cunt and was no longer standing behind her. He moved to
the front of the desk and was now standing with his throbbing prick
aiming at her face. He grabbed a handful of her hair and shoved his
cock at her face.
Nola knew well what was expected of her. She reluctantly
opened her mouth and took his slimy cock into her mouth. With her
nipples aching, her ass boiling and her cunt in agony, Nola used
her mouth on his organ.
And that was all he needed to unleash his load into her mouth.
Nola gagged when the first blast shot into the back of her throat.
But she swallowed the rest of his ejaculation.
* * *
There was still one more little sickening thing left to do and
it was something Nola dreaded. Curt went back behind her and lifted
her up by the arms, turning her toward him.
She was still shaking while she stood in front of him waiting
for it to happen. Quickly, Curt moved his hands to her nipples and
removed the clips. The blood rushing back to her nipples caused the
intense pain to come back in full force. She screamed.
When her arms were untied she collapsed into the Curt's chair
so she could regain enough strength to be able to get up and get
dressed and go back to her boring world of business and finance.
* * *
Nola felt sick after leaving Curt's house. She felt like she
was on drugs or booze when she pulled into her driveway and got out
of her car. Still, she felt lucky to be able to latch on to someone
like Curt. He always knew exactly how much pain and punishment to
give her when they got together. Chapter 2
She walked into the house and found her daughter, Tashia
sitting with her feet propped up on the coffee table watching TV.
"Hi, darling." She said to her daughter. "Have a nice day?"
Tashia, at almost twelve, had recently passed from grade
school and was enjoying the beginning of her summer vacation before
starting grade seven in the fall.
"Same as usual. How about you? You saw Curt today?"
"Yes, we're thinking of doing some business together." Nola
lied easily as she put her purse on a stand near the wall and
checked the day's mail.
"Get your ass whipped today?" Tashia asked her nonchalantly.
Nola froze. The unforgettable nightmare returned.
* * *
It was two years ago. Tashia was at school and Nola was
entertaining a friend. Nola felt faint as she remembered what had
happened that horrible night. She was dressed in a school girl's
outfit but her panties were at her knees. She was lying over her
friend's lap. He was using a cane to spank her bare ass with
stinging cuts.
"Oh please stop! I promise to study harder!" She had cried
out. Her teacher wasn't listening. He punished her ass with all the
skill of a real english headmaster punishing an unruly student.
She had lost track of the time. She expected her daughter home
at five but Nola had forgotten that Tashia didn't have gym class on
Tuesdays and usually arrived at three. The door opened and her ten
year old daughter walked into the house and saw her mother's welted
ass literally staring her in the face.
"What are you doing to my mother?" Tashia screamed.
Startled, Nola jumped up and put a hand over her mouth staring
open-mouthed at her daughter.
Tashia charged the man and tried to strike him with her fists.
"You fucking bastard! What are you doing to my mother?"
He had grabbed her arms and held her. "Stop, little girl!" He
explained. "I wasn't doing anything she didn't want." That comment
stopped Tashia cold. The guy let her go, got his things and left.
That had been two years ago. But Tashia made damn sure that
she never let her mother forget it.
* * *
"Please, Tashia. Not tonight." Nola said in a small voice.
Tashia jumped up from the sofa and walked toward her. Her daughter
was ruthless when it came to this particular subject. She used the
event she witnessed two years earlier as the means to extort
whatever she wanted from her mother. Nola gave in every time,
terrified that Tashia would tell her father like she threatened.
"Yeah, business my ass, or your ass, I'll bet!" Tashia was
laughing. She was a pretty girl, only about a month shy of twelve.
Nola had always taken good care of her daughter, but had absolutely
pampered her since that dreadful night two years ago.
"Come on, mom, tell me. Did Curt whip your ass today?" She
repeated her demeaning question.
Nola felt herself shaking. Tashia always knew exactly the
right things to say to make her feel like shit.
"Please Tashia." Nola said with resignation in her voice.
"Ha, he did whip your ass." Tashia laughed and walked away,
into the kitchen. She came out seconds later with a can of cola.
"How can you let that fat old man do that to you?"
Nola was sitting in her reclining chair, ignoring Tashia,
reading the mail when she plopped herself back onto the sofa.
"I was thinking about inviting some friends over for a little
party this weekend." She said looking evilly at her mother over the
rim of the coke can.
Nola sighed, thinking that perhaps her daughter would not be
quite so mean this evening as she had been on other occasions.
"Okay. No drugs though. You know how I feel about that."
Tashia shrugged. "Whatever." She said. "So, tell me about it."
Nola closed her eyes for a second. She didn't need to have it
explained to her exactly what Tashia wanted to be told about.
Feeling that keen sense of degradation that she always felt
when this humiliating scene was played, Nola recited the
afternoon's activities. She skipped over the sex, giving brief
information unless Tashia prompted her for more details.
When she had finished. Tashia teased her with a "oooooooooh
Mom! I'll bet you loved that!" She laughed out loud. Nola felt like
she wanted to crawl under a rock and hide herself from the presence
of her daughter.
"Just think." Tashia started with that evil gleam in her deep
blue eyes. "All those times you were spanking me, I'll bet you
wished that it was you getting the spanking." Tashia giggled. Then
laughed harder at the look of horror on her mother's face.
"I'll bet he fucked you too!"
"Tashia!"
Nola covered her eyes with a hand and leaned back in the chair
wishing Tashia would finish humiliating her.
"Well, show me what he did to your ass, Nola." Tashia said
calling her mother by her first name deliberately to further
embarrass her.
"No, Tashia. I'm not going to do that." Nola said with all the
determination she could muster.
"Okay then." Tashia said "I guess I'll just have to make a
phone call."
"Damn!" Nola screamed. "How can you be so cruel?" she asked
her daughter. Tashia just laughed and ignored the question and the
hurt in her mother's eyes. "Please don't call!" she begged.
"Then come over here and show me your ass, Nola." she said.
Nola blinked tears from her eyes as she got up from the
recliner and walked to the sofa. Tashia watched her with a superior
look on her face when Nola stopped in front of her, turned and
lifted her skirt over her hips.
"Ooooo Nola!" Tashia exclaimed. "No panties, you nasty girl!"
She ran a finger over one of the darker welts on her mother's
buttocks. "Hmmm.. He sure gave it to you." Tashia said from behind
her.
Sometimes, Tashia would pinch her ass where it was the darkest
and laugh at her gasp of pain. She always had some humiliating
comment. "You really like this guy, don't you?" Tashia asked as she
sat back on the sofa. "Even though he's fat and bald and ugly!"
With her humiliating examination over, Nola dropped her skirt
and went back to her recliner. The question surprised her. Sniffing
back tears, she nodded her head.
"Invite him over! I'd like to meet him." Tashia asked.
Normally, it was a reasonable request of a preteen daughter to
want to meet her mother's friend. Nola agreed to do it as she knew
to refuse would only bring that same old threat back again.
Tashia tilted her head sideways for a moment as if deep in
thought. "Next weekend. I'm having my party this weekend." She said
with a slight wave of her hand, then turned her attention back to
the program she had been watching when Nola came home.
* * *
Later that night, Nola lay back in her bed with her thighs
spread wide open. She had a vibrator moving in and out of her pussy
while she used the other hand to squeeze her bruised breasts. The
memory of her spanking and the pain in her welted ass was still
fresh in her mind. She needed to visit Curt again. Soon. Chapter 3
Hearing about her mother's spanking, and seeing the state of
her ass always excited Tashia.
An idea that had been popping up in her head for the past few
months was tantalizing her. She wondered if she'd have the nerve to
go through with it. Thoughts of what she wanted to do ran through
her mind until she fell into a dreamless sleep.
* * *
Tashia woke up the next morning and found her breakfast cooked
and in the oven as it usually was. While eating, she concentrated
on her daring plan. She knew that she was not going to be able to
just think about it any longer. She was going to do it. And she
knew exactly how she wanted it to happen.
* * *
Nola was sitting at her desk reading a report when her
secretary buzzed on the intercom. "Yes?" she said, pressing, then
releasing the button.
"Your daughter is one line one, Ms. Augustine." Nola had left
orders that no matter what she was doing, all calls from Tashia
would be put through.
"Thank you" She picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"Mom." Tashia said. He voice sounding casual as usual. "I need
you to do me a favour."
"Uhhh. What's that?" Nola asked slowly, wondering, suspicious.
"Oh. I just want you to come home from work early today."
"Tashia. You know perfectly well that this is the day of the
financial planning meeting. I can't just cancel it."
"Yes you can." Tashia said brightly.
I don't know what to do with you, anymore, Nola thought to
herself. "Fine. I'll postpone it until tomorrow," she said and then
hung up the phone.
Tashia smiled broadly as she replaced the phone. She was
laughing as she went to the bathroom to get ready for school. Yes,
Mom was gonna be real surprised when she got home.
Nola didn't cancel the meeting. She held it early. She left
work at the usual time and rushed home to see what her daughter
wanted. She walked into the house and found Tashia sitting at the
kitchen table eating dinner.
"Hi. I made you some, too." Her daughter said, pointing to the
stove.
It was a pleasant surprise to come home and find dinner cooked
for her. It was the occasional time like this that Nola remembered
that Tashia was really a sweet girl.
While they ate together, Nola asked her why she wanted her to
be home early.
"Oh. I just wanted to talk to you about something." Tashia
said in between bites.
"Okay. What do you want to talk to me about?" Nola feared that
she was about to be hit up for either a lot of money, or something
equally as expensive.
"I'll tell you after dinner." She said curtly and then went
back to eating as if she hadn't a care in the world. Tashia was
shaking with anticipation and wanted the sensation to last.
After they finished eating, Nola and her daughter went into
the living room and took their usual places on the sofa and the
reclining chair. Nola looked at her daughter expectantly.
"Well?" She asked, waiting.
Tashia got cold feet. When it came down to it, she didn't have
the guts to do what she wanted.
"I just wanted to talk to you about which school I should go
to in the fall." Tashia said.
"I thought you were looking forward to attending Madison?"
"I am!.. It's just that a friend of mine told me that Central
has a better physics department."
Nola looked thoughtful. "Do you have any other information
beside what your friend says?" It was her business voice talking.
"No" Tashia confessed.
"Why don't you call Central and have them send us the
information. Then we can compare the two." Nola suggested.
"Yes. I guess I should." Tashia smiled a little "Thanks, Mom."
She said as she got up from the sofa and went to her room.
Nola sat back in her recliner and smiled. Somehow she knew
that Tashia would end up going to Madison High. But she knew it was
for the best to allow her to make the decision. The only thing she
couldn't understand was why Tashia had thought it so important to
have her home early for a conversation they could have had at any
time that night.. or even the next night.
* * *
Tashia lay in her bed but could not get to sleep. She mentally
scolded herself for not having the guts to carry out her plan. But
the more the thought occupied her mind, the more she tingled. She
knew she would have to do it. She threw the covers off of her and
got out of bed. This time she was not going to chicken out.
Nola was laying propped up on her bed, reading when she heard
a faint knock at her bedroom door. "Yes?" She called out.
Tashia opened the door and walked in. "You're still awake?"
She asked a bit tentatively.
"Yes I am. Is something wrong?"
Tashia padded over and sat on the side of her mother's bed.
"No. Nothing's wrong. I just wanted to tell you something."
Nola marked her place in the book she was reading and placed
it on her night table. "Okay. What did you want to tell me?"
"Well. First of all. I think Madison is the school for me."
Nola nodded. She knew Tashia would make the right choice.
"And the other thing is..." Tashia started and let her voice
trail off.
"Yes, dear?" Nola asked, her curiosity peaking.
"The other thing is, that I think you've been very bad, Nola."
Tashia said. Now there was no turning back.
Nola looked as if she didn't understand what Tashia had just
said. "What?" She asked.
"You heard what I said. You've been very bad lately."
"Tashia, what's this all about?" Nola asked, bewildered at her
daughter's words.
Seeing Nola in the familiar position of astonishment gave the
child confidence. "What this is all about, Nola, is it's time for
you to get your ass whipped."
Nola's face registered shock.
"Get out from under your covers and turn over on your
stomach." Tashia said with a gleam in her eye. That same evil gleam
she got when she was mentally torturing her mother.
"How dare you speak that way to your mother, young lady." She
pointed at the door. "You get out of here this instant!"
Tashia just tossed her head back and laughed. "I can always
make a phone call." She said tauntingly.
It had never dawned on Nola that Tashia would ever do
something this damned disgraceful to her. Her eyes misted over when
she saw the look or triumph on her daughter's face. "How can you be
so disgusting?" Nola asked with a trembling voice.
Tashia looked at her levelly. "It's exactly what you deserve,
mom! Now do as I told you."
Nola knew she was defeated. She had no choice but to do as her
daughter wanted. Once again humiliated, Nola slipped herself out
from under her covers and turned over on her stomach, sobbing
pitifully as she buried her face in a pillow.
Tashia stood up and walked to the closet. She took out a box
that Nola kept hidden and removed a paddle from it.
"I'll bet you thought I didn't know about this." Tashia said.
Nola raised her head and looked over her shoulder and saw the
leather covered paddle Tashia was holding by the handle. Resigned,
she once again buried her face in the pillow.
Tashia's heart was pounding as she went back and sat on the
bed. Nola's buttocks and legs were covered by a long night gown. "I
want your ass bare naked, Nola." Tashia said to her.
With her body shaking from her sobs, Nola reached back and
pulled her nightgown up. Then pulled her panties down past her
thighs. The bad dream that Nola had been living since that night
two years before now turned into shocking nightmare when Tashia
started smacking the paddle soundly on her mother's naked ass.
Tashia's lips were parted as she watched the way Nola's ass
quivered and shook when the paddle landed on it. She hit her ass a
few times with the paddle before tossing it aside and continuing
with her bare hand.
Nola wailed all during the spanking. Not so much in pain,
although it did sting her, but she cried in abject humiliation as
her daughter spanked her. What had driven Tashia to do something
like this was beyond her.
Tashia liked the way her mother's ass warmed under the slaps.
She stopped after it was a deep pink colour and told her to turn
over on her back. Nola's tears of shame streamed down her face when
she turned over again.
"Now, Nola. you promise me that you'll be good from now on.
Because if you're not. You're going to get another spanking."
Tashia said sternly. "Do you understand me, mother?" she asked.
Nola trembled and cried uncontrollably as she nodded her head.
"Good night, Nola." Tashia said, and strolled from the room.
Nola buried her face in the pillow again and cried long and
loud before falling into a restless sleep.
* * *
Nola came to the sad realization that her daughter was nothing
but a mean, spiteful bitch who would stop at nothing to get what
she wanted. Using that fateful night two years ago to hold over her
head for almost constant blackmail had been bad enough. But when
Tashia had came into her room the night before, she had surpassed
Nola's own expectations of how far the child would go.
Nola got up and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast like
she always did. She was glad that she did not have to face her
daughter in the mornings. It gave her a small respite from the
humiliation she heaped upon her. Nola made breakfast and put
Tashia's in the oven. Then silently ate in misery before getting
dressed and leaving for work.
She was seriously thinking of finding some way to make herself
scarce over the weekend. She didn't want to be around when Tashia
had her party. Besides, after the night before, there was no
telling what she might do in the presence of her friends.
Tashia was not home when Nola returned from work. Thankful for
small mercies, Nola made dinner. Giving more thought to the idea of
leaving for the weekend, she was worried about what Tashia's
friends would do to the house. But she wasn't worried enough to
take the chance of staying home.
It was a terrible thing to be afraid to stay in your own house
because of what your daughter might do to you. Although the problem
started for her as a direct result of her sexual escapades, she
gave no thought at all to refraining from that type of activity. It
probably would, however, have been a good idea under the
circumstances.
Nola was almost done cooking dinner when the front door opened
and Tashia came walking in. Nola deliberately said nothing to her
while the girl moved about the kitchen and checked the oven and
stove to see what was being prepared.
"Ughh! I hate lasagna!" Tashia said disgustedly.
"You always ate it before." Nola said. It was true. Tashia
never said anything about it until just now.
"Yes, and I always hated it."
"I always thought you liked lasagna." Nola said to her.
Tashia made a disgusting sound. "That's what you get for
thinking. You never asked me if I liked it."
No, she hadn't asked. But by the same token, why didn't Tashia
say anything about it seeing all the times she had made lasagna in
the past?
"Is there anything else you don't like that I should know
about?" Nola asked, wanting to avoid tripping the girl's short
fuse.
"Yes, as a matter of fact there is." Tashia's eyes got that
terrifying gleam again. "I don't like the smart-assed way you talk
to me sometimes. Like you're doing right now."
"Tashia.." Nola started but was not allowed to complete her
sentence.
"Go get me a belt, Nola. I'm gonna whip your ass." Tashia said
with a wave and walked from the kitchen into the living room.
Not again! Nola screamed in her mind. She knew all too well
what would transpire should she refuse, or even balk at doing
Tashia's bidding. In the end, she would end up doing exactly what
the girl wanted anyway. So fighting back tears, she turned off the
oven and stove and left the kitchen.
Tashia was sitting on the sofa when Nola emerged from the
kitchen with a look of despair on her face. She watched her mother
with a big smile on her face while she shuffled into her room.
Tashia waited a few minutes before calling out. "Get your ass
out here with that belt, Nola."
In her room, Nola had definitely decided to leave for the
weekend. She packed an overnight bag before hearing her daughter
calling out for her to get out there. Still fighting tears, she
took a leather belt from the closet and walked from the room.
"What took you so long?" Tashia asked. "I.. I had to get it
from the bottom of the box." Nola explained.
"Well bring it to me." Nola walked slowly toward the sofa,
almost shyly lifting her arm to hold up the belt dangling from it.
Tashia took it from her and then looked at her thoughtfully.
"You've been a very bad girl, haven't you Nola?"
That was all it took for Nola to lose control of her tears and
send them streaming from her dark eyes. "Answer me, Nola." Tashia
said. Her voice like velvet steel.
Nola nodded her head almost unnoticeably.
"Do you think I should whip your ass with this belt?" She
pressed on. Another slight nod from the crying woman. "Then tell me
what you think I should do, Nola."
Sobs erupted from Nola's lips. She only wished it were all
over so she could get her overnight bag and leave. "I... I think
you should whip my..a.ass" She whimpered with closed eyes.
Tashia doubled the belt and held it up in her hand. "And tell
me why I should."
"I was bad" She said, wishing that she could just crawl away
and be by herself. "Take off your skirt, Nola."
Nola's hands fumbled with the skirt and undid it. She released
it to fall down her legs. Now the only thing that stood between her
ass and the belt her daughter was holding was her pantyhose. "Turn
around and pull the pantyhose down." Tashia commanded in a firm
voice. Nola did so and almost instantly felt the first stinging
crack of the belt. Tashia smacked the belt painfully on her
mother's ass with as much vigour as she had the previous night.
Nola howled in distress and rose up on her toes. Her quivering
asscheeks rolled from side to side trying to avoid the blows that
were landing fast and hard. She knew better than to ask for her to
stop. The pleas would fall on deaf ears, so she conserved her voice
for all the crying she was doing.
At least twenty red/purple welts has risen on the usually
cream coloured cheeks of Nola's buttocks before Tashia's arm got
tired and she stopped whipping her. Nola's hips continued to thrash
about even after Tashia stopped.
Tashia set the belt on the coffee table then leaned over a
little to admire her handiwork. Nola jumped when her daughter's
fingers moved along her burning ass. Her body was racked with
uncontrolled sobs while she stood there in her misery and shame.
As always happened, Nola's make-up was now a blurry mass of
running colours from her scalding tears. She had the sinking
feeling that Tashia was not finished tormenting her, yet.
Tashia's fingers dug into the soft, pliant flesh of her mother's
ass and she got a stifled gasp as a result. She liked the way the
skin was hot where the welts were rising.
Then Nola felt with sheer horror, Tashia's fingers slipping
under the full cheeks of her ass and beginning to roam over her
embarrassingly wet pussy. Tashia giggled from behind her.
"You're wet, Nola." She said. "This stuff really turns you on,
doesn't it?"
"I can't help it!" Nola broke into another round of sobs as
Tashia took her fingers away.
Nola hated herself for being turned on. Getting whipped and
tortured turned her on; there was no doubt about it. The fact that
it was her own daughter doing it made her feel like being sick.
"Open your legs, Nola" Tashia murmured. Nola obeyed the
command automatically. Her asscheeks flexed when her thighs parted.
"Get yourself off. Finger fuck yourself." Nola let her head hang
down in humiliation as her hand went to her pussy and began to
finger her clitoris.
Her cunt betrayed the feelings in her heart by responding to
her hand manipulations. The lewd sensations of delight sparked from
her pussy to her clit, making the woman begin to moan with
pleasure. Tashia watched with great fascination while her mother's
ass began to sway in time with her fast-moving fingers.
Her orgasm with it's powerful surges of pleasure, momentarily
took her away from the pain and humiliation. Nola cried out and
enjoyed several seconds in ecstasy before it began to ebb and
brought her back to reality, and to her shame. Nola fully expected
Tashia to be laughing at her humiliation, and the girl was, while
running her hand over her mothers's punished ass.
"Tomorrow morning," Tashia said in a cruel voice, "come to my
room. Tell me that you've been a bad girl and that you need a
spanking for masturbating in front of your innocent daughter."
Nola was too numb at that moment to feel shocked by Tashia's
words.
"Now go to your room, and stay there until tomorrow morning."
She said, dismissing her with a little pat on her naked ass.
Nola went to her room and threw the overnight bag off of the
bed. She then fell on the bed and fought with a terrible mixture of
emotions. The degrading, humiliating feelings of being treated like
shit by her own daughter were there. But the unmistakable tingle of
sexual pleasure was also there from the same thing. She wanted to
cry but found that she couldn't. What she did instead was get out
of bed and into her bathroom for a long soak in the tub. She felt
a little better when she came out and dressed in one of her short
nighties. She got between her satin sheets and soon fell asleep.
* * *
Nola got up early, made breakfast, ate, and fiddled about for
about as long as she dared stall, trying not to think about what
she had to do.
Fearing what would happen if Tashia were to wake up and find
Nola already awake, she took a deep breath and walked to the door
of her daughter's bedroom. Pausing for a moment to make sure she
was composed as she could be, she slowly opened the door and
stepped inside.
Tashia was asleep and looked almost angelic. On the night
table next to the preteen's bed, was a strap that Nola recognized
as one of her own, and a paperback B&D book that also belonged to
Nola. The thought occurred to her that Tashia was starting to
experiment with B&D and that she, her mother was the selected
guinea pig in her explorations.
Nola made her way to the bed and gingerly sat down on the side
of it. She leaned over and gently shook her daughter awake.
"Tashia, wake up." Nola said in her normal voice, tinged by
just a bit of visible apprehension. Tashia opened her eyes a little
and looked up at her in a rather confused manner, as if she were
trying to focus on her. Tashia shook her hair to knock the cobwebs
of sleep from her head. "What?" She grunted.
Now the fear and self-loathing mixed with anticipation came to
a feverish pitch in her mind. "I.. I've been bad." She started
saying. It was a credit to her that she was able to keep her voice
from cracking too much. She wanted to run from the room but
couldn't. "And I deserve a s..s......... spanking." she finished
the required dialogue and looked everywhere in the room except at
the child-demon lying on the bed.
Tashia sat up a little and considered her mother thoughtfully
for a few moments. "Yes, if you've been a bad girl I'll have to
spank you, Nola." Tashia threw the covers back and got out of bed.
"Take your clothes off while I go to the bathroom." She said
to Nola before padding from the room.
Nola stood and took another deep breath. There was no turning
back. She stripped off her robe and nightie as instructed. She had
just put them over the bed when Tashia came back into the room and
got back into her bed.
"So, you came here to ask for a spanking, did you?"
Nola nodded silently, still looking away. Then she gasped
sharply when Tashia's hand darted out and slapped her on the cheek.
"Say Miss Tashia! mommy!" Nola's mind was screaming at her that it
was all wrong. It was almost too much for her to handle and still
remain sane. "Y..yes, Miss Tashia" Nola said pitifully, closing her
eyes as they started to well up with hot tears.
"That's better. You'll address me that way from now on,
understand?" "Ye...yes, Miss Tashia," from a now very tearful Nola,
who's lips were trembling while she stood with her arms clutching
at her chest, hugging herself in misery.
Tashia sat up against the headboard of her bed, reached over
and picked up the strap from her night table. "Come here, Nola. Lay
down over my legs."
Nola buried her face in the bedspread as she lowered herself
over Tashia's slim legs. Tashia saw on her mother's ass two or
three faint bruises that were a result of the whipping the night
before. She was surprised that the bruises were not darker. She
tapped Nola on the shoulder with the strap and said "Here, take
this. Turn it on and hold it against your clit." Tashia handed her
a vibrator that she had found in her mother's dresser.
Nola shivered in humiliating excitement. This had been done to
her once before by Curt, and she recalled how she climaxed like an
idiot from the experience. She took the vibrator and turned it on,
then shifted her position and wedged it under her and held it to
her clitoris as ordered. Her clit quickly began to respond and had
Nola moaning into the bed just as Tashia starting slapping her
buttocks with the strap.
She was ashamed of herself for allowing it to happen, but she
held her ass higher in the air and presented it for the stinging,
satisfying spanking that Tashia delivered in a rapid fire accuracy.
Nola shuddered as a powerful orgasm shook her body. She screamed
long and loud into the bed as Tashia increased the tempo of the
spanking, which promptly sent her into a second, more intense body-
racking spasm of pleasure.
Nola's ass was red and blistered before Tashia grew tired and
stopped spanking her. But Nola was ready to explode again and
wailed for her to keep punishing her buttocks. Her ass was shaking
and rotating obscenely under Tashia's glazed eyes.
"No, enough Nola." she said, demanding the vibrator which Nola
gave up reluctantly. She then handed her mother a huge black dildo,
another trophy from her mother's collection of sex toys.
"Fuck yourself with it." Nola didn't have a lot of strength
left. But she managed to force herself to take it. She turned and
lay on her side, her back to her daughter and started pressing it
in and out of her very wet pussy.
At the head of the bed, Tashia had wiggled out of her pajama
bottoms and watched her mother's obscene performance.
Nola was far too into her own ecstasy to really worry about
Tashia at that moment. Her third orgasm was upon her within
moments. No sooner did Nola's climax fade away than Tashia's swung
the strap hard against her tortured flesh.
* * *
They both fell asleep in Tashia's bed and slept until mid
afternoon. They were awake for about three minutes, when Tashia
ordered her to go to her room and stay there until after the party. Chapter 4
Nola heard the noises of the party, loud music and giggling.
About midnight, Tashia came into Nola's room and ordered her
mother to go to the basement. "In just your nightie and
underpants!" the girl giggled.
Nola followed her daughter down the stairs. She saw that the
living room was a real mess. Potato chip bags, pop bottles, and
dirty dishes were everywhere.
Tashia went down the stairs to the basement. Nola followed,
anxious now, wondering what perverted game her daughter had
planned.
They went into a roughed-in room that had been cleared of
debris, ready to be converted into a storage room. The room's
furniture consisted of a single old iron-framed bed, two benches
and two saw-horses. And two giggling preteen girls!
Jenny was, Nola thought, barely ten. She was a very shy, cute
child with long blond hair, almost as tall as Tashia, skinny, with
pale blue eyes and fair complexion. Robin, her friend, was probably
a little older than Tashia. She was shorter than her two friends,
plump, with an acne scarred face and brown hair, cut short.
Nola turned, ready to bolt from the clutches of her daughter,
knowing instinctively that Tashia was going to humiliate her in
front of her friends.
"Mom," she ordered. "Stay here, if you know what's good for
you!" Nola turned to face the pretty girl who was smiling at her
giggling friends. "OK, Jenny, ask her?"
"Ms. Augustine? ....Are...are...you really a...a.b...bad
girl?" Jenny stammered. "Tashia s...says... y...yo..you are!"
"Answer her, mother!" the degrading comment from Tashia.
Nola refused to play the game. She just stared at her Tashia.
"You know what's gonna happen if you don't co-operate!" Tashia
said, smiling.
Nola was crushed. There was nothing she could do, yet, she
knew, if she allowed this indignity she would fall farther into the
pit of depravity. And she would never be able to climb out.
"Tell her right now!" Tashia ordered.
"I guess!" Nola said, a bare whisper.
"I guess what?" Tashia persisted in the interrogation.
"I...I..I..I'm a bad girl, Jenny." Nola was devastated as she
joined her daughter's perverted game.
"Tell mom what happens to you Jenny. When you're bad!"
Jenny's face flushed bright red. "You said I didn't have to
tell. You said it was a secret. You said you wouldn't tell anyone!"
Jenny's tears flowed down her white face.
"I'm not gonna tell, you are!" Tashia said, her voice smooth.
"M...my...d...da..dad takes me....down...down to the
bas..basement and he...h..he m.ma..mak..es m..me take all m... my..
my clot...hes off and uses a..a...a str...ap on me." Jenny was
sniffing loudly now.
"Then what?" Tashia continued her probing into Jenny's secret.
"Do...do I have to s...sa..say it?"
"Tell her, or I'll do it and you won't be able to play with us
any more!"
"H...he...he and mom go into their r...room and...an..d
do...do....dir...ty thi....ngs to ea..each other." Jenny's nose was
running and a trace of spit ran from the corners of her mouth.
"How about you, Robin? Tell mom your dirty secret."
"Yeah, I get spanked a lot, by my dad. He really likes to do
it. I know because you can see by the front of his pants."
"You guys wanna see my mom get it?"
"Wow!" Jenny exclaimed. "Really? You're really gonna do it?
Like you said! What if she won't let you?"
"She'll let me, won't you mom?"
Robin just stood there, her eyes wide with astonishment.
"Tashia. This has got to stop. No, I won't do it. And you stop
telling these little girls stories."
"I told them about two years ago!" Tashia smirked.
Nola just stared at her. Wide-eyed, paralysed.
"You told them!" Nola shrieked.
She nodded, her eyes moving from her mother to the girls.
"Do you realize for a bloody second what would happen to me
if...?"
"Nothing's going to happen, mom, as long as you co-operate
with us! Now go and bend over the bed and pull your panties down."
Nola face showed the horror that she felt. A plaything for her
daughter's weird fantasies. A playtoy for three little girls. She
wouldn't go any further with this. It had to stop, and right now.
"NO!!!! It's over. Tashia, you get up stairs right now. And
you two, little brats, you get out of this house immediately. And
keep your mouths shut. Understand!"
"It's you that doesn't understand, mom!" Tashia "We were gonna
take it easy on you this time, but now, you're really gonna get it.
You got just one minute to bend over the bed, but now you get to
take everything off, first!"
"I told you, Tashia.....!"
"And I told you, mom!"
Tashia picked up the phone extension and dialled.
"Hi, dad, it's me, Tashia....I guess, but just a minute." She
looked over at Nola.
Nola's face betrayed her. She couldn't lose everything that
she had worked for the past ten years. She had to give in. She
moved over to the foot of the bed.
"Yeah, dad, not to bad. I'm going to Madison next fall.
...Yeah, ....new? Not too much I guess. It depends on what you call
interesting." Tashia listened while she watched her mother.
Nola removed her nightie and slid her panties down her long
legs. She leaned over and placed the palms of her hands on the
stained mattress. She looked over her shoulder, mutely begging
Tashia not to say anything. To hang up the phone and get on with
it.
Tashia finished the conversation with her father and hung up.
Her eyes exposed her delight. She had her mother cold and naked.
She picked up the belt she had put down there earlier.
Jenny giggled. Robin snorted. Tashia grinned at them.
"You're gonna get a lot for disobeying."
The girls watched the stream of tears roll down her face and
splash on the filthy mattress.
Tashia raised the belt above her head. It whistled down.
Nola gasped and began crying in earnest, loudly.
Her buttocks trembled as the searing leather attacked her. A
red welt crossed both cheeks. Tashia raised the belt again. Her
lips were compressed into a tight smirk. She concentrated on her
target and the belt fell again. Nola howled. A third and fourth cut
of the leather belt cracked into Nola's naked flesh. Her ass was
criss-crossed with livid red stripes. A fifth stroke cracked
against her defenceless buttocks. She was breathing hoarsely,
trying to hold back her cries, trying to avoid showing these
children the agony she was experiencing.
The girls backed away as Tashia began laying on the leather in
wild swings. Jenny counted softly. Six. Seven. Eight, nine and ten.
And all of a sudden it didn't feel so forbidden anymore. The guilt
seemed to fall away as the excitement surged in her body. This was
pay-back for the times her father brutalized her bare little body
in the basement before going upstairs and screwing her mother.
There were beads of sweat across Tashia's upper lip and
forehead. Her strokes were brutal. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen.
Tashia's arm went up pulling her T-shirt up, exposing her heaving
white belly. Fourteen and fifteen.
Sixteen, seventeen.
Robin was staring at Nola's red, twisted face. She was
thinking what Jenny was thinking. Their punishments were private.
This was sexual punishment. Although her knowledge of sex was
limited, Robin knew what this really was and she was excited by the
thought of it.
Eighteen, nineteen, twenty.
Nola sagged to her knees. Tashia was breathing heavily. She
dropped the belt to her side and stared at the mass of agonized
flesh in front of her.
* * *
Nola, on her knees, was a mass of pain. Even Curt, in his most
violent fantasies had not hurt her the way her daughter had.
Tashia just stared at the broken woman.
Finally she said, "You're not finished yet."
Nola groaned in despair. Was there no end to the perversions
that her daughter intended to inflict on her. What she did with
Curt was one thing, what she was forced to do with her daughter was
another thing completely. With Curt it was a sexual thing between
two consenting adults. With Tashia it was non-consenting sexual
thing with minors. This was very dangerous territory for her. And
to keep the confidence of the three children she would have to give
in to her daughter.
* * *
Tashia, Jenny and Robin were having a serious discussion. Nola
couldn't hear their whispers but she was sure that she would not
like the result.
"You said you would, Robin," Jenny said. "I told like I said
and you have to do it!"
Robin reluctantly agreed. She began to strip her clothes from
her pudgy body. When she was naked she climbed up on the mattress
on her hands and knees. She did not look happy but the grim
determination to carry out Tashia's demented plan cemented her
mouth in a cruel grin.
"Kiss Robin's ass!" Tashia blurted to her cowering mother.
"No! No! I'll never do such a disgusting thing!" Nola yelled
her denial and her disgust.
"You will! If I pick up the phone again, you're through with
the business and then I'll call the police. You'll go to jail for
molesting your own daughter and her friends."
Nola struggled to sit up. She just couldn't face the act that
Tashia demanded. Even her sickest fantasies with Curt didn't go
that far.
She stared at the fat girls buttocks. She closed her eyes and
forced her lips against the cool white flesh.
"Lick up and down her crack!"
Nola looked back at Tashia. Her face was twisted in an obscene
sneer. Jenny stared, open-mouthed, eyes wide with astonishment.
Nola closed her eyes again and leaned over the end of the bed.
She opened her mouth and let her tongue slip out. She lowered her
face again and ran her tongue along the smooth humid crease
separating Robin's buttocks.
"Keep your mouth open while you're doing it."
Nola opened her mouth wide and forced her tongue between the
cheeks of Robin's buttocks, tasting rancid sweat. She forced her
tongue to lick around the girl's anus, probing the tight flesh with
her tongue. After a few minutes of this perverted act, Nola again
slid to the floor. Chapter 5
That weekend was one that Nola would never forget. She was
safe from Tashia's wrath while she was at work. But all during the
next week, Tashia found several excuses to further punish and
humiliate her mother. No fewer than six times between Monday and
Friday did Nola find herself on the receiving end of degrading, but
shockingly pleasurable punishment sessions.
* * *
On Saturday afternoon, Nola sat in her room getting ready for
dinner. It was the night Curt was going to be there. She was happy
to be seeing him again after almost two weeks of only talking to
him on the phone. She had lied to him saying that Tashia was pretty
sick and she didn't feel right leaving her alone when he had asked
to see her.
Nola was applying the finishing touches to her make-up when
Tashia came into her bedroom. Nola had talked her into shedding her
jeans for one evening in favour of something a bit dressier. Tashia
selected a short shirt, one which Nola thought was a much too short
but couldn't complain.
"Well, how do I look, Nola?" Tashia asked her.
"You look fine, Miss Tashia." A week of being made to address
her daughter as Miss Tashia made it a bit easier for Nola to do so
in casual conversation, although she still was not comfortable with
it in the least.
"And you look stunning." Tashia paid her a rare compliment.
"You must really think this guy is special."
"Thank you. Yes, Miss Tashia. I do!" Nola replied.
A few minutes later, the doorbell rang and Tashia allowed Nola
to answer it. She stood in the background and watched Curt come
into the living room and give her mother a kiss on the lips. Nola
had linked her arm in his and led him to her daughter.
"Curt, I'd like you to meet my daughter, Tashia."
Tashia held her hand out and Curt took it gently in his own.
"You are a beautiful young lady, Tashia." Curt said and Tashia
blushed. She could see why Nola admired him. He had something...
The evening was going superb. They sat in the living room and
talked for awhile before the maid announced that dinner was served.
Dinner progressed nicely. The conversation was quite general, but
Tashia slowly turned in the direction she wanted it to go.
"Curt, may I ask you something?" Tashia asked him.
"Sure. What?" Curt gave her his full attention.
"Well, I wanted to ask you if Nola's thighs shake a lot when
you whip her ass?"
Nola nearly choked on her food while Curt stared at her
momentarily stunned at the question.
"I beg your pardon?" He asked, glancing in Nola's direction.
"You know. Do they vibrate?" Tashia posed her question to him
in a prying tone.
Curt looked at Nola. She was blushing. She had dropped her
eating utensils and was wringing her hands under the table.
"I..uhh.." Curt was unsure how to answer the question.
"Oh, Nola always tells me about the fun she has with you and
her other boyfriends." She looked at Nola. "Isn't that right, mom?"
Curt's eyebrow's shot up angrily when his fixed his gaze on
Nola.
"Well anyhow.." Tashia was continuing "I wanted to know
because, every time I spank her, her thighs seem to vibrate."
Nola's hands flew to her mouth to prevent her from crying out.
She jumped from the table and ran to her bedroom, leaving a
surprised Curt alone with her daughter, who was looking at him
sweetly, like an innocent young girl.
Curt didn't know what to make of this awkward situation, but
he was certainly going to have a talk with Nola and straighten it
out. He excused himself from the table and went to Nola's room.
Tashia put a finger to her lips and smiled as she watched him walk
away from the table.
Curt walked into Nola's bedroom and found her sprawled across
her bed with her body shaking with sobs. He closed the door and
walked to the bed and demanded to know what was going on.
Nola spent the better part of the next hour telling him
everything. From what had happened that night two years ago when
Tashia saw her with her friend, to the extortion and finally the
most recent events when Tashia had totally humiliated her,
including the evening in the basement with Tashia's friends.
Curt's face remained impassive while Nola told him the whole
pathetic story. When she finished, he asked her only one question.
"Tell me, Nola. What could your ex-husband do to you if he were to
find out your sexual preferences?"
"He could take my company away from me!" Nola cried out.
"How much of it does he control?" Curt wanted to know.
"Forty-six percent." Nola explained. "but Tashia has five
percent!"
"Okay. Then, I guess Tashia has your ass over the barrel!"
They sat in silence for a few moments before Curt spoke.
"Nola. Come home with me and we can come up with a plan to end
this. I'd like to help."
Nola gave him a smile and a hug, but shook her head. "Thanks,
but I think I want to stay here." She said. "It'll be fine, don't
worry." she said noting the doubtful look on his face.
Curt shook his head. "Ok, whatever you think is best. But let
me know what happens." he said.
"I will," she said, wrapping her arms around him.
A little later, after Nola was in bed, Tashia saw Curt to his
car. He suggested that she visit him the next evening to talk.
Tashia agreed.
Then she came inside and went directly to Nola's bedroom.
"I like him. Maybe I'll let you see him if you're a real good
girl." Nola said nothing. She left the room.
Tashia smiled and waited for about thirty minutes before
rising and walking into Nola's bedroom, again.
"You think Curt was a little surprised tonight? Tashia asked
with a vicious giggle.
"Oh, he was surprised alright." Nola said. "You've gone way
too far, Tashia." Nola said with acid in her voice.
"You'd better watch the way you speak to me, Nola. If you know
what's good for you."
Nola turned around and faced her daughter. "Tashia, I'm tired
and I want to go to sleep. I want you to leave this room and leave
me alone. We'll discuss it tomorrow." Nola said.
"We'll discuss it now." Tashia said, irritated.
"Whatever you want, Tashia" Nola shrugged and turned to the
mirror to remove her make-up.
"Don't you turn away from me when I'm talking to you," Tashia
said with a voice of steel.
Nola turned around and faced her mirror again. "Get your ass
over here." Tashia yelled at her mother.
Nola took the three steps to where her daughter sat and stood
two feet from her.
"I'm gonna whip your ass for that shitty attitude, Nola, now
bare it!" the child said sharply. Nola looked at her for a long
moment before she said.
"Get out of my room, Tashia! I know you'll get even with me
but you'll need your friends to help you!" Nola then turned and
went back to her mirror to remove her make-up.
"Okay, Nola. I suppose it`s time for a phone call."
Nola froze. She turned and looked at her daughter's smug look.
"Should I get a belt?" She asked her, submissive again.
"Yes, and make it the thick one. You know which one I mean!"
Nola silently nodded and walked to the closet. She got her box
out and took the thick belt Tashia wanted out of it.
On the bed, Tashia was smoothing out her short skirt as she
prepared to punish Nola. Nola brought the belt to her and stood in
front of her, the belt doubled in her right hand.
"Give me the belt and bare your ass, Nola." Tashia said with
her hand extended.
Nola gave her daughter a sweet smile and said, "Yes Miss
Tashia." Then she reached out and grabbed Tashia's hand and jerked
her to her feet. Tashia let out a startled yelp. When she was
forcibly pulled to her feet. Nola sat down on the bed and pulled
the cute preteen over her lap.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Tashia demanded.
"Oh, I'm just doing as you asked, Miss Tashia. Giving you the
belt."
Tashia's skirt was flipped up over her hips. The girl wasn't
wearing pantyhose. All she had on underneath her skirt was a thin
pair of panties. They came down to her knees despite Tashia's
protests and struggles.
Tashia struggled to get away, But Nola held her daughter over
her lap with a firm grip. Then she raised the thick belt over her
head and held it poised.
Tashia screamed bloody murder as her mother whipped her
eleven-year old ass with the belt. Nola didn't stop spanking Tashia
until the young girl was hoarse from screaming and crying.
Tashia jumped up from her mother's lap and danced around the
room in agony. Nola watched her with a mixture of satisfaction for
spanking, and sadness for the penalty that would come. But Tashia
had done some unforgivable things to her, and she was going to have
to pay dearly for them.
"Now you go to your room, young lady. And don't you dare leave
it until I tell you to." Nola said firmly as she tossed the belt to
the floor.
Tashia didn't say a word. She ran to her room. Nola shook her
head as she replaced the belt in the closet and sat down at the
mirror and finally removed her make-up. She could hear her daughter
crying in her bedroom for about fifteen minutes.
* * *
Nola was just about to close her book and go to sleep when
there was a knock at her bedroom door. She looked up from her book
and said, "Come in."
Tashia opened the door and stood in the doorway unsure of what
to do next. "What is it, Tashia?" Nola asked curtly.
"Mom, the girls are coming over Saturday night. You better be
ready." She said in a soft whining voice. The "I'll get you" tone
was evident.
Nola closed her book. "I guess."
Nola put her book on the nightstand and patted the bed next to
her. "Sit down, Tashia." Tashia sat very gingerly, wincing when her
scorched bottom came into contact with the bed. "Pretty sore?" Nola
asked. Tashia winced again and nodded.
"Tashia, you don't know how sorry I am that you saw what you
did that night. But there's nothing anyone can do to change it."
Tashia looked away but Nola reached out and put her hand on the
girl's shoulder.
"Look at me, child." Nola said softly and Tashia complied,
looking at her through misty eyes. "But it's that kind of sexual
relations I enjoy and I'm not ashamed to admit it."
"I understand, mom" Tashia said, remorse in her manner.
"Now as for you. I don't want you to think that one good
spanking is all that's going to come out of this for you."
* * *
It was Friday before Tashia was able to sit down without being
painfully reminded of the spanking she had received from her
mother.
* * *
She knew that Nola had told Curt everything so she was very
careful when she called him on Friday night.
She waited with baited breath for the invitation. The words
she heard were the ones she expected.
"I'll see you in a half hour." He said, whispered something
else, and promptly hung up.
Tashia was stunned. The dial tone brought her back to reality
as she replaced the receiver. He was going to punish her. Or at
least he said he was.
She put on one of her revealing short skirts and an almost
see-through blouse over her training bra. Waiting impatiently for
the doorbell to ring, Tashia jumped at every sound she heard
outside. Her heart fluttered when she heard a car door slam and she
sat up straight on the sofa and waited for him to ring the
doorbell.
When the door chimes sounded, Tashia fought the urge to jump
up and run out the back door. She calmly rose and walked to the
door. "Who is it?" She asked from behind the closed door. "It's me"
He said.
Her heart leaped to her throat as she opened the door to greet
Curt.
"Hello, Tashia." He said, appraising her body as she stood in
the doorway.
Suddenly, he caught her wrists in his hands and held her.
She tried to pull her arms away, but his grip was much too
strong for her. Tashia was instantly afraid when she looked into
his eyes and saw none of the warmness that his voice usually
radiated. He stepped into the house still holding Tashia's wrists
and kicked the door closed with his foot.
Once inside the house, and still gripping on the pretty girl's
wrists, he started walking toward her bedroom. The way he was
holding her arms, and walking forward, Tashia had to walk sideways
to avoid being dragged to her room by her mother's lover.
He knew where to go, and Tashia found herself being taken into
her bedroom and tossed onto her luxurious bed.
Tashia banged her leg on the side of it, and cried out in pain
clutching her knee in her hands. Within seconds of depositing her
on the bed, he was upon her, rolling her around on each side as he
roughly pulled her blouse away from her shoulders.
The sexy child tried to squirm away from him, but he had
already grabbed her ankles and was forcing her over onto her
stomach. She shouted at him to let her go. He didn't listen.
Sitting down on the back of her knees, he reached out under her
skirt and savagely ripped Tashia's flimsy panties from her
delectable ass. Then he unbuttoned her skirt and removed it.
Tashia knew what was about to happen, and she tossed her arms
behind her to shield her buttocks from his eyes. It wasn't his eyes
that she had to worry about. He easily brushed her hands away with
one hand while bringing his other down on the baby soft cheeks of
Tashia's ass.
When the first slap of his hand fell on her bare ass, Tashia
knew that it was senseless to struggle. She just knew that it would
be worse if she fought. So she just hugged a pillow to her face and
cried in silence while Curt spanked her ass with stinging slaps.
"When I tell you to be somewhere," he said while spanking her
with evenly timed strokes, "you'll obey without question. Do you
understand me, Tashia?" Tashia nodded her head in the pillow.
He slapped her exposed sexy ass extra hard and said. "I didn't
hear you!"
"Yes!...yes!" She turned her head and cried out to him.
When he stopped spanking her, Tashia sighed and parted her
thighs, hoping that he'd get a good look between her legs. He stood
up and told her to turn over, which she did instantly. With her
eyes rimmed in tears, She gazed up at him pleading while he moved
up to her chest and sat down heavily on her skinny chest. He undid
his fly and took out his hard cock, putting his hand behind
Tashia's head and pushing his hips forward.
Tashia obediently opened her mouth and took his prick between
her lips. She let him press as far into her mouth as he wanted.
He grabbed a hand full of her beautiful red hair and used his
other hand to pump his throbbing cock. Tashia groaned while he
jerked off with his cock aimed at her face.
Tashia cried out in horror when she saw his prick discharge a
thick gooey mess onto her face.
As his prick finished shooting and began to soften, she
flicked out her tongue and playfully licked the tip while it
continued to recede.
He was still sitting on her stomach and chest, looking down at
her with that same hard look in his eyes. He suddenly backhanded
her across her left cheek and said "Listen up, cutie! The next time
I call you, you'd Damn well better be ready to do exactly what I
tell you!"
Tashia reached up and rubbed her aching cheek and nodded her
head. He slapped the other cheek with his open palm and said "Good.
Don't make me come after you again, or it'll be much worse."
He got up off the bed and zipped his pants up after stuffing
his cock back into his pants.
"Now, tell me about tomorrow night and your plans for your
darling mother! And the little cuties!" Chapter 6
(To be continued)
Listing of the NOLA series as of 24 April 1994.
If you have any suggested titles and scenarios let me know.
Nola1.txt "The Beginning" (Nola's introduction to S&M)
Nola2.txt "The Chief of Police" (Nola on a Turkish Island)
Nola3.txt "The Augustines" (family's introduction to S&M)
Nola4.txt "The Reverend"
Nola5.txt "The Island" (Inspired by Mister Phil)
Nola6.txt "Nola's Children"
Nola7.txt "The Rape Photographer"
Nola8.txt "The Porn Producers"
Nola9.txt "The Nurse" (torture by Viet Cong,incomplete,ideas?)
Nola10.txt "The Children At Play" AKA Children.zip
Nola11.txt "The Game" AKA Sarah.zip
Nola12.txt "The Doctor" (limited distribution)
Nola13.txt "The Farm" (limited distribution)
Nola14.txt "The Model"
Nola15.txt "Un-titled" (incomplete)
Nola16.txt "Blackmailing Nola"
Nola17.txt "The Spy"
Nola18.txt "The Tudor" AKA Simone.zip
Nola19.txt "The Inquisition" AKA Inquis.zip (Nola in 1492)
Nola20.txt "The Cottage" (incomplete)
Nola21.txt "The Convent"
Nola22.txt "The Cop" (incomplete)
Nola23.txt "The Reporter"
Nola24.txt "The Musician"
Nola25A.txt "Nola and Tashia" (Nola humiliated by daughter) or
Nola25B.txt "Nola and Jeremy" (Nola humiliated by son)(same sty)
(The wonders of Wordperfect's search & replace)
Nola26.txt "The Prison Matron" (limited distribution)
Nola27.txt "The Complex"
Nola28.txt "The Cruise" (includes Pamela1.zip to chap 7)
Nola29.txt "The Scout Troop"
Nola30.txt "Tashia"
Nola31.txt "The Exhibitionist"
Nola32.txt "The Asylum" (limited distribution)
Nola33.txt "The Cellar"
Nola35.txt "The Businesswoman" (Caught in a double-cross)
Nola36.txt Un-named as of today
Nola37.txt Un-named as of today
Nola38.txt "The Cheerleaders"
Nola39.txt "The Terrorist"
Nola40.txt "The Indians" (inspired by Mister Phil)
Nola41.txt "The Dancer" (exotic dancer runs afoul of the mob)
Curt Strap