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