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



















                   "The Cruise"
                         "By Curt Strap"

                            Chapter 1

     I saw Nola the first time in early July. I had been to the
book store looking for some special books that catered to my
bizarre tastes. I finished my business and was walking along the
path towards the pier. The air was rich with odours of tanned skin
and the beach was decorated by female flesh in bikinis. I was about
to turn back when I noticed a woman sitting on the low wall by the
pier. She was with two preteen girls, both fair haired and fair
skinned, dressed in shorts and halter tops.
     I guessed that they had been on the beach and were just about
to head home. The woman was tall, lithe and sexually attractive.
She had a direct and determined look that suggested she thought a
great deal of herself.
     One of the girls called her Nola. Nola and the girls moved off
along the path toward the city. She had fine features, a confident
gait, and beautiful blue eyes. She was probably in her thirties.
Her blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail.
     As she walked slowly along the path, one girl on either side
of her, several pairs of eyes followed her progress. She had a
buxom figure like many of the other girls on the beach. She was
wearing a very tight black sweater and a pair of well worn cut-off
jeans. The jeans must have been at least a couple of sizes too
small. I swear I have never seen denim that fitted a woman so
tightly. Surely they would split if she tried to bend over. Her
breasts were full but needed no bra under the tight clinging top.
She had long and graceful thighs.
     Her ass was splendid. There was no tell-tale ridge of panties.
The woman seemed to be advertising to the world that she was not
wearing any. She was wearing black boots with high heels that were
out of place at the beach but looked great.
     Yet the young woman did not have the appearance of a girl
"asking for it." With two children that would have been impossible
anyway. However the woman seemed to be tantalising the men near the
beach with a display of what they would love to have but were never
going to get. I think that excited her.
     I watched this beauty as she strutted. It was easy to overtake
them and pause near the rail, secretly observing her from the
front. My camera was fitted with a zoom lens. I held it pretending
to take a shot of the pier. Watching her carefully I turned a
little and brought Nola's beauty into focus as she came towards me.
When she passed I turned around and, at close range with the zoom
lens, took several shots of Nola's buttocks as she walked by. I
followed her keeping the camera low, as if I was not using it, but
my finger never left the shutter release. The automatic winder
wound the film a dozen times.
     Nola flaunted her ass along the path then stopped. She put
down the shoulder bag she was carrying and began to look for
something inside it. I don't think she had any idea she was being
followed. Her buttocks swelled out and parted as she bent over. I
just about ejaculated in my pants.
     My tongue was dry. With great enthusiasm I examined her ass in
this most suggestive pose. I leered at her buttocks, the swell, the
softer feminine flesh of the lower rear curves.
     She led the children off again. By now she was aware I was
going the same way. She looked with a mixture of unease and disdain
at the camera. She may have guessed that I had been photographing
her and she could well imagine what sort of pictures of her I now
possessed. With the children trotting beside her she turned
abruptly down one side street and then hurried down another. I
walked quickly cutting through an alley and emerged behind her
again. I discovered the destination of my quarry then went home to
make some plans.
     The dark afternoon mist gathered outside my basement window.
I closed the curtains and laid out the photographs in the strong
light of the desk lamp. I knew I was going to enjoy myself with
this one. The perverted lust she inspired in me was overpowering.
I felt no vindictiveness towards her but I would not have saved her
from any sexual ordeal. She was a perfect object for gross tyranny.
     Just suppose she had been abducted by some country where
torment is inflicted in underground prisons. I could picture Nola
bare naked and spread-eagled face down over a horizontal bar, naked
tits swinging free, whips and implements of torture prepared. The
two girls were bare, hanging by their wrists, hugely erect naked
men spanking them and forcing deformed fingers into their bodies.
     If I were given the choice of releasing them or being
permitted to watch, maybe even taking part in their night long
ordeal, I would have chosen to stay and participate without
hesitation. My obsession with Nola and her fair skinned children
was so great that I wanted to witness a brutal night for them in a
torture chamber.
     Certainly I wanted to see the trim young woman energetic in
sexual passion. But I also wanted to see her screaming, tears
staining her face, streaked by the leather whip or writhing under
the red-hot irons.
     My desires were a matter of extremes.
     But how?....And where?...
     Certainly a backward culture, defending the rites of
interrogation and punishment without interference...
                              * * *
     It was some time later that I learned that Nola had booked a
cruise to South America with a stop in Peru. I had no trouble
booking a first class cabin on the same ship.

                            Chapter 2

     The trip had been a year in planning and at last Nola was
going to South America to see the remains of the Inca civilization.
     Nola had grown up spoiled with every luxury a rich socialite
mother could buy a daughter. She had been a scrawny, homely child
and her mother, fearing her daughter may not find a suitable
husband, had regimented the girl's life. She had spent thousands of
dollars to straighten the girls's teeth. And much more for special
schools, medically supervised diet and exercise programs, and
custom designed fashions. As Nola was near-sighted, she had tried
to get her contact lenses but the girl's eyes wouldn't accept them,
so she got her special glasses. Nola had beautiful long blonde
hair, which received the finest care from experts.
     Despite her shapely, poised adulthood, Nola remained single.
She attended an excellent university and had a masters degree in
anthropology. She had been to Europe twice and held a deputy
curator position at the museum, a job that she did not need. Nola
was so spoiled that her romances always ended shortly after they
began. But at nineteen and again at twenty she gave birth to a
daughter, each time refusing to marry the father. Nola was self-
centred and completely devoted to herself, her looks and her
pleasures. And she had no intention of sharing anything with a man.
Men were only playthings, disgusting pigs, and she despised them.
     Preparations complete, she spent the rest of the day
anticipating her trip, and of course, how she could make an
impression on any stupid male she might meet. After dinner, she
indulged in a vice she had picked up in college...hash.
     Nola had done a lot of travelling and fancied herself somewhat
of an expert smuggler. She didn't feel she was a criminal as all
she ever took with her was for her own use and she didn't indulge
very much...it was more a matter of doing something exciting and
naughty and her make-up kit was so complicated, she had been
through all sorts of customs checks and had never been caught.
Besides, men were such dull creatures. She just had to smile
sweetly at them, wiggle her ass a little, and she could get away
with anything. And travelling with two cute girls helped even more.
What mother would jeopardize her children? She took advantage of
any situation. She used everyone, her own children and especially
men. 

                            Chapter 3

     My initial intention was to enjoy the amenities of the ship,
the luxury and elegance that was provided to those of could afford
to travel first-class. The oak panelled dining room, the white
linen and silver on the tables, the well prepared meals, the
desserts were mine to enjoy.
     Nola, however, was never far from my evil thoughts as, in the
early light of evening, the liner weighed anchor and slipped down
the channel from the dock towards the open sea.
     She was standing by the ship's rail. She wore a loose coat
over her shoulders. Then, as she turned her face towards me, I saw
the faint hint of recognition in her eyes. I was a little
apprehensive. What if she pointed me out and complained that I was
a pervert who took pictures of her. I do not think that much would
have come from her complaint but it might have been embarrassing.
But I felt only excitement at the thought that I was going to be in
such proximity to Nola and her children. For many hours of the
voyage she would be in the next cabin to me. I would keep her under
constant surveillance while planning her downfall.