that was by no
means the last time that Susan ran through the spanking in her
For the next
back to work, little Suzy, the girl who had wanted to join the club,
was the main character. It was she, and not Timmy, who was
spanked on her bare bottom,
and stripped naked in front of all her friends, for running into the
street. But little
didn't get an orgasm the way Timmy had, and she wasn't defiant
submissive. Susan started the fantasy the same way,
little Suzy behaved differently than Timmy, and there was nothing Susan
could do about it. Susan wanted Suzy to be brave,
but Suzy just wouldn't fight back the way Timmy had--it was not in her
character. Little Suzy begged her Daddy
stop, instead of fighting him; fighting him was just impossible for
punishment for even asking him to stop, Daddy invited all the boys
watching to give her more spanks, and they all lined up to
turns. Timmy gave her a hundred spanks as she howled in
pain. Only one boy refused to spank her, and he told Daddy
to stop. Daddy took off his belt, and tried to catch the
boy to whip him, but the boy got
away through a secret trap-door.
And then at four-thirty, when she should have been filing, Susan
masturbated in the supply
closet with her vibrator, to a fantasy of teenager "Suzie
whipped by her boyfriend's motorcycle gang. Her
- "Big Daddy" - rented out her ass, to anyone who could pay in
cash or drugs, and Captain Blood (it said "Timothy Bottoms" on
his motorcycle licence)
paid a hundred bucks to rent her for a weekend of sex and
Rebel in the fantasy didn't get an orgasm from being whipped, but
grown-up Susan Thomas got about a dozen in the
Susan liked masturbating at work best of all; the risk of being caught
added to the thrill. She'd
made up so many work fantasies, she couldn't
keep track of them all; she liked to imagine being caught masturbating.
Her favorite one was set in the record store
where she worked before college; her boss caught her and gave her the
choice of a spanking or being fired; of course she agreed to the
spanking, but her boss whipped her instead, and was about to rape her.
Just then a young customer rescued her, and
she ran naked out into the street with her hero, also naked for no
particular reason, by her side.
home, Susan tried again; this time only dreaming about orgasm - she had her vibrator in her purse but she couldn't
masturbate on the bus. Her fantasies until now had always
female as the spanked character, but she had really enjoyed it watching
that boy get a spanking, and she had enjoyed the fantasy she had made
too. It had been so cute, so endearing, to watch a little boy have a dry come.
She loved little Timmy now. So now she made up
new fantasy with Timmy as the main character, but grown up.
to be a spanking that would really hurt. She imagined him coming
home late from a date, and then
getting scolded by his dad, and then having the humiliation of pulling down
his pants down to be spanked in the kitchen. But that fantasy was no fun - she wanted her fantasy Timmy
to be the hero. So she had a better idea of what kind of spanking it
- Timothy Bottoms, a pledge at Sigma Pi Kappa, is suffering through Hell
Week, and during the week has earned 100 points--a frat record.
Timothy has to walk around Sonoma Plaza carrying a paddle
has "100" written on it, so everyone in town will know how many swats he'll get later that
night. He smirks, feeling superior to his fellow worms who have only 22, 19, amd 31 on their paddles.
But on the plaza, there were also some girls from Alpha Nu. Susan now knew her fantasy was spinning out of her
and sure enough freshman sorority pledge "Suze" Thomas was there, and
the old girls saw the paddle in a boy's hands, they decided it was too good an
opportunity to miss. Suze was told by her "big
sisters" to walk up to the frat boy
with the paddle, and flash him the seat of her panties, and ask for a swat - but they
didn't know she
have any panties on. When she flashed Timmy him her bare bottom and begged him
to spank her, he spanked really hard - a hundred spanks, and
then he jerked off and squirted his juice to cool her fiery cheeks.
A policeman came over to protect her, but since the 100 spanks
were done by then and Timothy was done masturbating, he just smiled and said boys will be boys and didn't
even write a ticket. Not one of her better fantasies,
needed some work; it was too unrealistic to think he'd spank her like
that, naked and bent over the back of a bench in the plaza.
And this Timothy hadn't been mean enough.
Older than her
freshman year in college, Susan did not allow herself to get, in a
But in real life, Susan was 34, and she needed a
about how the real 34-year-old Susan Thomas finally, and whether she
likes it or not, is subjected to actual corporal punishment and
humiliation - in real life Susan had never been
spanked, not even as a little girl. Susan was determined that Susan
not little Suzy, not Teen Rebel Suzie, not Suze Thomas sorority sister,
the real Suzan Thomas, a 34-year-old paralegal aide,
should get one hundred actual spanks. She'd been fantasizing
about those hundred spanks every time she masturbated since
she was nine, and she wasn't turning 35 without them.
But how? The obvious choice was her
him. That was how grown-ups got
she would die of shame. And it was worse than that
fantasy was worse than just the spanking. In her fantasies
and abused very severely, for no reason. It was part of her
fantasy that the
spanking had to be unfair. In fantasies, she was
strip bare in
strangers. She was made to
thank her Daddy for letting other men spank her - men who paid Daddy for the
privilege. Men shot cum all over her face.
her too, although that was never the main point of the
her, if he ever found out that child molestation was a turn-on for
She despised herself. But of course the
reason Susan wasn't going to ask Robin for a spanking, was that it
would hurt. She was terrified of the pain.
The best fantasy that day had been Timmy's
And the best thing of all had been the real spanking, quick as it had been - and the
light-hearted way the boy had shrugged it off and dashed across the
street. But when she had tried to rerun
and make little Suzy be brave too, it wouldn't come out the way she
wanted. For the real Susan Thomas to be brave enough to ask
Robin for a spanking? That was a fantasy too; it would never
When she got home, there was a boy sitting on the front steps of her
house. Susan had met him last
at a block party; he was her neighbor's cousin, and he worked on a
ranch. This young ranch-hand could
have been the big brother of little Timmy, the ranchboy who was
spanked. He had the same cut-offs and T-shirt. He had that same look in his
eye, that look of brash defiance.
at the block party had been talking politics, liberal politics, and the
teenage ranchhand had politely held to his extreme right-wing views, not in
least intimidated by a patio full of
very angry college professors and lawyers, all yelling at
him. Susan didn't agree with anything he
she'd admired him for sticking to his principles under
fire. He'd been
only actual poor person at the party, except for the band and the waiters, and he'd
made the rich liberals -
including Susan - seem arrogant in the way they talked about
The liberals talked about poor Mexican
migrant laborers, as if they thought the waiters couldn't speak
English. The ranchboy was more comfortable with the waiters
the band than he was with the guests - he borrowed a guitar
sang them a new corrido
he'd heard on the radio.
Susan had liked him. But
she couldn't quite remember his name. It was
What was it? Bob? Oh, of course - Tim.
name was Tim.
Susan remembered now that she hadn't actually known the name of the boy
spanked for running into the road - Timmy had just been the name in her
perhaps her fantasy had been based on this this Tim, as much
as on the farm kid she'd
seen spanked. The way everybody had hammered at Tim at the
pot-luck had been
like a verbal spanking. But he had gone skippingly on his
un-chastened. Nasty remarks, intended to crush him,
to hurt worse than any physical blow, had been flung at him, and they
did hurt him, dreadfully, but he remained self-possessed. They argument had
personal, to shame
him, to expose him naked, but he'd made it a source of
strength. He had quality
- a firm core of self-reliance. As if he'd been spanked
spanked on his bottom, but also spanked verbally, like this, and had
learned to handle it. That
fundamentally, what bothered Susan about
her rich neighbors. They were spoiled. They hadn't
spanked enough. And Susan knew she was more spoiled than any of them. Even if he was slightly to the
of Ivan the Terrible, Susan wanted to talk to this boy some
"Do you want to come in for some coffee, Tim? From
kitchen you'll be able to see when Mary Lou gets home. No
to sit out here in the cold."
"Thank you kindly, ma'am. I won't take coffee,
but I'd like to come in and sit, if I won't be in the way?"
"Oh I like to have a man in my kitchen, Tim. I like
smell a man. I like to look at a
man. I haven't
had a man in my kitchen for a month, and I get a real craving to have
one. Just so I can look him up and down all over."
"Do you mean you want to look at me naked, ma'am?"
"Of course I want to look at you naked, young man.
But I do have a
boyfriend. So I don't think I should be
young men. But I'll take a hug and a kiss, if
"On the cheek."
He made the most of the hug. Then he looked into
and moved, slowly and steadily, his lips not to her cheek, but
to her mouth. She
didn't turn her head. Her hands strayed
down his body
and rested on the seat of his
Levis. She broke from the long kiss, and stood
for a while, looking into his blue eyes, inhaling his
barnyard smell. She
his belt, and pulled down his zipper, and slid her hands inside his
and grabbed his ass, feeling the incredible woodlike hardness she had
could not believe, through his pants.
She said: "No."
"I won't do it. I won't do it.
I want to too much. That was a wonderful kiss, but it
just made my craving for a man even worse. Would
willing? You don't think I'm old and ugly?"
He pulled down his bvd's, and his erection
snapped up. "Ma'am, it seems I am quite
willing. And I don't believe you can even know
Susan could see a bit of his ass, and its beauty hypnotized her. "There
is one thing you can do, Tim, that will satisfy my craving, but I
won't count as cheating on my
that's to give me a spanking."
"Me spank you?"
"My boyfriend gives me slaps on the ass during sex.
arousing. And when we're horny but we don't
have time, like most mornings before he goes to work, he gives me a
good hard spanking. And I have an absolute
craving for one now."
"Ma'am, if I spank you, I'll get so horny I'll die.
Do you ever
hear of boys
dying from horniness? Sometimes it hurts worse than
"You can masturbate afterwards. I'll be doing it too, with a
vibrator. In different rooms of
course. But you'll know
that I'm in the next room doing it. I'll leave the door open
we can hear each other, but not see. Will that be enough for
"Enough for me? It will be torture for
me! Can I see the vibrator, and turn it on, and hold it
body? That will help me imagine it's
mean, help me imagine it's me, fucking you."
"Are you going
to imagine fucking me? Not some girl your own
age? Who is pretty? Who isn't
Who has breasts?"
"Of course I'm going to imagine it's you. Ma'am, is
any possible way, I can see you naked first? There
way I'm not going through with this - I couldn't turn this down in a
million years! - but really, I mean it, this will
for me. Can't I at least see
your naked body before I try to jerk off just imagining it."
"I don't think that would be a good idea. I have wrinkles all
over. It's bad enough you'll see my ugly fat bottom when you
"Ma'am, I wish you were sixty-five like my school principal,
and I wish you were spanking me and not the other way
around. The girls my own age, the girls I have sex
they aren't sexy, they're just dumb. You're
sexy. A woman has to be a little scary to be sexy.
Can we get on with it? This thing hurts
when it's this hard, and it's driving me out of my mind."
Susan brushed the head of his cock, very softly, with her
finger. His eyes bulged. He
He gurgled and spluttered, trying to speak. His
swelled to an even more frightening size, and turned a
dangerous-looking color. His right hand grabbed for
Suzan fixed him with her camp-counselor stare, and slapped his
hand. But he didn't react like the girl
Susan had caught
masturbating and spanked at girl-scout camp.
He said: "Get across my lap, NOW, ma'am! You're
getting a spanking!"
"Good! That's good! I mean, um, Yes, sir! I um ... yes, all right, I will, but Tim, ... I
want you to do it the way I want
you to do it. And if we do it my way, you can see me
naked. Here's what I want : I'll go in the living
room and strip, and pretend
to be sunbathing, and you come in and catch Daddy's little girl naked,
spank her for it. OK? Only don't just spank me - give a
me a scolding first, like a real Daddy.
OK? Because I like the way you yell at me; it makes me excited.
And don't let me sweet-talk my way out of
it - if I say I want you to stop, that just means - spank me more!"
"OK. But can I be a cop or a lifeguard or
not your dad? When I jerk off afterwards
to imagine I'm fucking the woman I gave a
spanking to. And gee, I can't pretend I'm fucking you if I'm
pretending I'm your dad - hunh?"
Alone in the living
room, Susan found it sexy stripping for
Tim. Her own fantasy
would be Daddy spanking his little girl, and then masturbating
his cum spurting out on her face. But Tim was not a
pervert like she
was. His fantasy evidently was to be a
young cop catching an older woman
skinny-dipping, and giving her a big grin and the offer of a spanking, instead of arrest for
indecent exposure. He was so clean and pure and wholesome
being spanked by him would be like taking a shower.
But he made her wait a long time, which she hadn't
thought about the pain. It had been all
course, that part about getting a spanking
from her boyfriend when she was horny and he had to go to
didn't get spanked in the mornings. She didn't get spanked at
all, ever. In all
her fantasies, spankings were punishments - something that
hurt; not something you wanted. Not something that
Susan knew that some woman enjoyed being spanked, but she
couldn't imagine it - her pleasure in fantasizing a spanking
imagining the fear and the pain - not imagining any enjoyment by
the spankee. The girls she fantasized
never, never ever, got an orgasm from a spanking - it was Susan,
having the fantasy, who got that. Even little Timmy spanked in
the Plaza, in the
fantasy, although he got
a dry cum from his hands
wrapped around his dick and jerked up and down, he didn't find the
spanking itself to be
a pleasure. So this spanking she was
get would hurt, and she didn't want something that would hurt.
Of course not. She
started to get dressed. She would tell Tim she
He came in. He was naked.
Susan's mind stopped
working. He was muscles all over, and he had a dark
blotchy patch on his thigh, as if he had been spanking himself with his belt, very hard, to get ready for spanking her.
It looked like a very severe spanking, but Susan hadn't heard a sound.
He tried to sound like a grown up daddy. "What are you
doing, Suzy? What did I tell you about swimming
dangerous for little girls to go bare. Some wicked
could see you, and
hurt you. I said you'd get a spanking
next time you went swimming bare, and
you're going to get one now."
"I don't want a spanking, Tim, I've changed my mind."
"Well you should have thought about that before, little
lady. You'll think twice before you swim bare from
on. Don't make me come and get you now, you'll
it. Come here to Daddy for a spanking!"
Tim was playing Daddy, not the cop. He had accommodated her
than following his own. That was
exciting. But this Daddy
with real hands was a lot scarier than the fantasy
one. And his voice, scolding and
wasn't thinking about her fantasy now - she was in it. She
ran from him, but not as Susan. As little Suzy. She knew it
only going to get her more spanks, but she panicked.
She couldn't stop herself from
running. She couldn't overcome the terror long
enough to be
grown-up Susan and not litle girl Suzy. Daddy came
and got her - cornering
her across his knee. It was just like the fantasy -
totally different. The sheer solidness
sweat of his naked body, his muscles forcing her into
position by his overwhelming strength, was nothing like a
this Daddy had an
erection all the time.
And a look in his eye that said RAPE!
What Susan was feeling was nothing at all like what she felt when she
fantasized about little Suzy being molested. Fantasy
were paper cutouts. This was real - and it was
In her fantasies, real pain was a whipping or a
branding. A spanking with
the hand was small potatoes, even for a child. But if it was,
say, a hundred swats,
that at least counted as a punishment. Five swats
was just a
joke, so this ... YAHHH-AHHH-AHHH-ah!
The first non-fantasy spank of Susan's life
sent her lurching off his lap, hands
clapping to her behind, as an ear-splitting wail wrenched the
air. She was stunned. With rest and
thought she might be
able to return to work in a month. A month at the
Calistoga, with hot mud-baths and twice-daily massage. That's
had taken her to recover from nervous prostration the time she ran her
a tree. But her bruises from her seat-belt hadn't hurt as much as
Suffering any more pain was simply out of the question.
"It'll be worse for you if you don't stay still, little girl."
There was nothing she could do. Nothing at all. She had tried to run, she had
fight, and she had tried to tell him that she had changed her
too strong for her, he was too fast for her, and he wouldn't listen. He
to spank her; and there was absolutely nothing she could do about
In a kind of hypnotic
fascination, Susan moved her body from the floor onto
his lap. She was very aware of his erect
Of the maleness of his naked body from his feet to his
male lap she had to bend across. His deep male
voice. His strong male hand that was going to
soft white bottom. Not to mention his very male thing, rock hard
and pressing into
her side so much it hurt. He moved
male. He sat male.
Daddy in her fantasy had been a white-shirted office worker, an
androgynous body with a penis.
Daddy in her fantasy did not stink of male sweat, or have ground-in
horse manure in the callouses of his right hand; the rock-hard hand that was
going to beat her bottom. Daddy was milky white and corn-fed; Tim was
brown as dirt and hard as timber; all black hair and
ocean-blue eyes. There was a
sense of excitement, going to get it, now she knew
what "it" was, how much it hurt, how male he was. How steel-hard his penis was. How hard
big and calloused and male his hands were, how much they hurt - she
could get to
like this. She could get to like it a lot.
But it hurt too much! The second blow
made her kick
Susan stayed still. She tried to steel herself to take the
third blow without jumping. Again that intoxicating pleasure
waiting, steeled for it. And she managed to stay
after that stroke. It felt good. The
spanking was more
than half over, and she started to think that she had, after all, done
it. She had gotten herself
spanked. Her vibrator sessions would be dynamite
after this. She would
wear out her batteries in a week. Spanks
four and five passed in a haze of
euphoria. Horrible pain. Each one hurt
more than the
last. But that was good. She
savored the pain
and wished for more.
She got it. Six.
Uh-Oh. What is he
Spanking me more than we agreed! Is he going to
too? Susan was deep into panic before she remembered
she hadn't actually told him any particular
was just the way it was in her fantasy - five was what little Suzy
got in the skinny-dipping fantasy, and in her fantasy world you just
knew that skinny-dipping was five spanks. Susan
really had sunbathed nude as a girl, and whenever she did, lying
there risking getting caught and getting a scolding, she
had imagined it would be five spanks if she was caught instead.
Tim had no way to
know that nude sunbathing equaled five spanks in Susan's fantasy world.
Spank seven was extra painful. But then,
hurt more than the last. How could she bear them?
Eight was awful. She was near her
But when she reached it, what? Tim wouldn't stop
little Suzy broke down and begged him to - begging Daddy to stop was part of the
game. Asking him to stop meant spank more; she'd said that
Susan didn't know how to be grown-up woman Susan Thomas, telling him
she'd had enough, and not little brat Suzy, whose whining and wheedling was
a way of asking for more.
Nine pushed her over her limit, if she had one.
Desperate, she said "Tim, this has to stop," in her most grown-up voice. He said,
little girl, if you know what's good for you. You know the
rule - two extra
swats for that. And two more every time you open your mouth."
She hoped he'd stop at ten. He didn't.
But she had an idea. She was getting this spanking
sexual pleasure - that's what she'd asked for. As
as she didn't show any pleasure, naturally Tim thought she wasn't
yet satisfied. She began her best,
fake orgasms. Tim slid his right hand to her
inexpert groping. If he thinks that's my clitoris,
thought, California schools really do need better
teachers. But faking orgasms made her think about
that, combined with the crude poking at her cunt, and the hot stimulus to her bottom, brought her to a
level of arousal. Now the pain was
easier to deal with. Spanking was sexy,
after all, even when she was in this much pain. Her arousal mounted and
she reached a level where the hard smacks were almost a
pleasure. She felt happy. She was finally getting her spanking
from Daddy, that she'd planned for so long.
And then, just when she'd started to enjoy it, after about 15 smacks, he
stopped. He shifted her position, and he
gently slid his cock into her. Then he lifted her
"Ma'am, do you have any condoms?"
He hadn't exactly raped her. She could have said
pulled away. But her fantasy had
kicked in, she
was very aroused, and very obedient, and it had happened so
fast. She took
some condoms from
the drawer of the TV table, from a box labeled "THUM-TAKS,"
guests looking for thumbtacks only occasionally opened.
But though he spanked much harder than fantasy Daddy, in fucking he wasn't as rough. She
was relieved - but
then she was bored. He fucked for a while, softly and gently, and then pulled out of her without cumming.
"Tim, I'm not a china
"What do you mean?"
"As long as you
don't bite any bits
off, leaving toothmarks is quite normal!"
"You mean, me bite you? You mean like on your nipples? No! I couldn't!"
"Tim, aren't you
to mind the pain when I do this? When I scratch you
- like that! - or pinch you - there! - or
slap you, or bite
you - like that! And that! And
that! Bite you on your lip - hard? On your
nipple- hard? Do you mind it?
Do you mind the pain?"
"Pain? I can hardly talk that feels so
good. Don't stop. Do my other tit."
"So why aren't you doing it to me?"
"But you're a woman!"
"We'll see who can take more, a woman or a little boy like you!"
For a beginner,
he was a good enough lover. And Susan was no more
experienced than he was - not in getting nipples bitten,
anyway. When she finally got him to do
it, it hurt a
lot more than she liked. But if her hard bites were
to him, he didn't let on. For each bite she gave,
her back - and pinches and scratches too. And his scratches hurt so much they
mad, and in the sudden shock of pain she'd flail out with her nails,
bite him. Back
harder and harder. They got into a scratching, biting, kicking, war; it was
exhilirating. And in
her whole life, no man had ever had such a lust for what she
could do to his body.
When she bit his nipple, he flinched from the pain so horribly that her own nipples hurt in sympathy, and yet, he had such
lust for her, that he craved the sensation.
When she got furiously angry at
him for a really hard pinch, she lashed out with her sharp nails
across the areola of his nipple so hard it bled, and that made his cock
shoot from limpness
into hardness in an instant, and it was
rammed into her, ferociously, hard enough to hurt and meant to hurt, a
second later. He had a condom on but it was a violent fuck, a
punishment fuck. In all her years as a
patient, obedient, considerate lover, she had never felt anything like
that. Or seen anything like the way he looked when he came.
Then, not satisfied even with a violent fucking, he said
"Revenge!" and slowly
deliberately bit her areola hard enough to draw
blood. Susan just swallowed and
clenched her fists and endured
the pain. It was horribly
painful and not in any way a pleasure, and yet she endured
it had been
Robin, if it had been any other man, she would have stopped
him. But not
Tim. Not this cowboy.
Susan liked to say men didn't give enough foreplay - but she also hated that
tiptoing around, trying not to feel too much, that men did when they were trying not to
cum to soon. Tim hadn't, and so the fucking had been,
athough very good, also very, very quick.
But no one had ever told Tim he was supposed to stop when he came. He didn't even slow down.
have one great advantage over Robin - he was sixteen. They
sex around six-thirty. It was ten-fifteen by the
when he said: "That was nice, ma'am. Can we do it
"Mary Lou! She'll be calling
You should go. No, don't go - phone her."
"What should I say?"
"That you got picked up by an older woman, and will be spending the
night in her bed."
"I can't say that!"
"You will say it - or you can get out now. I can't
men who lie about sex."
"But isn't that like, announcing our engagement?
Having sex and telling everyone? It feels
like I'm boasting about my sexual conquest or something."
"You don't have to say it was me, Tim. She won't
will she? If she doesn't see you leave my house in
"All right. Here goes. I'm going to tell
spending the night with a lover. Gee, spending the night! I'm doing
it now. I'm
dialing. Or buttoning or whatever you call it with
fancy new phones."
"- - Hello, Mary Lou,
it's Tim. - - No, I'm fine. - - Sorry I made you
- No, I'm all right. - - No. I'm fine, really. -
I called a woman I know, and she invited me to supper. - -
that's fine. - - We just got talking. - - No
all right, I'll spend the night on her couch. - - I didn't
- - She's a single woman, and I'm sleeping over at her house,
and you know what people are like. - - That's what I'm
I'm not going to tell people who I spent the night with. - -
include you, Mary Lou. - - You are more than welcome to talk
to my mother
about it. - - Mary Lou, I can't ... - - O.K, but
why do you need to
know this woman's name? - - Yes - - No, I'm not going to tell
you, I'm not ... I don't care what you do. - - Sometime tomorrow. - -
then. And I am
sorry I didn't call earlier.
"So I didn't tell her I had sex with the woman I'm staying
with. Is that lying about sex?
Do I have to go?"
"No. I was wrong. You
It would have been wrong if you had
told her we had sex."
"Did you really mean what you said? That I'm going
night in your bed? Do you really mean it?"
"I suppose we could
bed. Not that the coffee table wasn't
nice. And the couch, and the rug, and the stairs. But Tim - Men always say
they'll call. And then they
don't. If this was
just one night for you, it would be kinder if you say so now."
"You want me? You really want me?
was so ... Are you telling me you love me?"
"Tim, you are very sweet. But no. I do
boyfriend. I'm not offering to give him
This would be an affair - a fling. But I really
having sex with you, and I want to do it again - and
again. Not love.
If you don't want me that way, I totally
please tell me honestly."
"How long would this fling last?"
"As long as we can make it."
"No. It will last three days and four nights,
tonight. I have a ranch to run.
Mr. McGurdie has it, I just have to run it for him. You can't
night, ever, in my trailer at the ranch, as my
when I go back
to the ranch, it's over forever. Until then I get
minute of those four nights."
Really? You can be free
all four nights?"
"I will be."
"Great. That's - that's - uh, great. Do
another spanking? You
didn't sound as ... I guess those were female orgasms, hunh?
fucked you, you didn't have 'em loud as when I spanked
you. So I guess my love-making wasn't very
good. It wasn't hard enough. Next time I'll spank
you while we're doing it.
Would you like twenty hard swats right now?"
want twenty hard
swats right now, Tim?"
"I thought you'd never ask."
Tim bent over the couch arm, and Susan smacked his bottom with her
Tim said, "That doesn't hurt. Well maybe it does
really. It's just that I spend all day with a
saddle pounding my bottom, and I've kind of
gotten used to it. You had tears running down your face. You were hardly able to bear the pain, I
tell. But that was what you
wanted. That's what
I want too. It was great when you bit my dick, but
I want to try something that really hurts."
Susan's hand hardly made an impression on his tanned
rump. It had the color and appearance of a russet
"Tim, why is your bottom so tan? There is no sort
"If I take a dip in a stock pond, I don't bother with swimming trunks,
it's pretty remote. And then it's just nicer not to
sweaty clothes back on. The cows don't care."
"It's not nicer, it's sexier. You do it because you're so
horny. You strip naked, and pound your bare bottom
leather saddle until you get saddle sores."
"Not saddle sores. But yes, until it hurts.
Sometimes I ride bareback, and that hurts even more, 'cause Maryanne's kind of bony back there, but with the
saddle my hard cock rubs
on the saddle horn. I had my
first cum that way."
"What if your sixty-five year old high school principal caught you naked."
"She'd ball me out, I guess."
"I think she'd take you across her knee in her office."
"Not across her knee; she wouldn't treat me as a
She's a cowgirl. It would be me bent over
my saddle. With her whip."
But even his own
whipped on his ass, didn't hurt enough for him.
They went to the garage to look for some sort of
strap. Naked. Out the front
door and across the lawn. It was dark, but there was a
street lamp. It was risky and exciting, if not quite the
equal of riding the range in the nude, hoping to be caught by a
sixty-five year old cowgirl with a horsewhip. Then the
went on automatically when the door came up, shining on two sweaty naked
bodies, and a car
passing at that very moment stopped, and then went on. It
parked down the block and a man got out - her neighbor Professor
Melman. Oh, well. So
what? Suzan hoped the good professor got a charge
out of it.
She hoped he had noticed Tim's erection, and her red bottom.
She only wished Melman had seen her getting spanked.
There was no car in the garage - Susan had driven since her accident,
but only in a rented car with her therapist in the passenger seat, and
although her therapist said she was cured, she had still not bought a new car.
The big empty garage made Susan think of being taken to the
woodshed - it was a fit place for a punishment, and she'd often been spanked there in her fantasies. But they
here to spank Tim, not her; she was the Daddy now, taking son
woodshed to learn to be
Tim closed the garage door - Susan
open, but she
didn't dream of saying so to Tim - she couldn't admit even to him that she
fantasies about a public spanking. They didn't find any kind
strap in the garage, but there was an extension cord and a coil of
rope, and they tried them
both. Tim said
the rope really hurt.
"You don't sound excited."
"I imagined a whipstroke as something that really
rope hurts but it doesn't have that sting. I
still want to go through with it though. A hundred
with the coil of rope. That should have me in
Five had him in tears, or close to it. He was a
little boy, at that
gritted his teeth for it and said
- "you took your punishment. I have to take
have to..." He was frightened, not of the
pain, but of
not being able to bear the pain. This was the first real pain for
him so far, much more serious than a bite on his nipple. The coil
was heavy and the rope fibers were like needles. Not being able
to take it, after inflicting so much on her, made him disgusted with himself.
But he was in such pain after just five that he just
didn't think he could take a hundred.
He would not have to find out. She said: "I can't any
more, Tim; my arm is tired. I'm trying, but this coil is
just too heavy for me."
"Try the buckle end of my belt."
"Ha ha. We want to punish you, not send you to the
"It will not break my thick skin. It will just hurt like
His buckle was a Navajo silver sandcasting, all jags and
knobs. She found it terrifying.
By an effort of
will, she hit him with it, but he just laughed. He
around and found a burlap bag, put it folded on the workbench, and
whipped it a stroke with the belt buckle, much harder than she
had. Then he got back into position over the
sawhorse. She managed to swing the belt with real
force. Tim sobbed. It did not bleed, but
it made an ugly
mark, with indentations from
jags of the buckle, which she thought would turn into blood-blisters.
"Huhh. Uhh. Ten. Please."
Susan spread nine more copies of the buckle pattern across Tim's bottom
and legs. Then it was over.
it. It seemed utterly pointless and
stupid. Tim had tears in the corners of
his eyes. It was not arousing for Susan at all,
and not for Tim
either; he didn't get an erection. And this was the same Tim
a hard-on from the word
But he didn't care about getting a hard-on: that wasn't what he
was interested in, now.
He was no longer ogling her, his eyes swept across her, looking only at the hand holding the belt, as
if he didn't even see she was naked. He said: "Ten more."
In desperation, she picked up and used instead a three-foot bit of
lumber, about three
"Yee-Owe! Ooo! That's perfect.
That's exactly what a spanking should feel like."
But he wanted to make it hurt even more, so he cut some grooves
in the board with a
making it into a kind of long hand, with ridges like fingers
to dig into his flesh. At
Susan's suggestion, he drilled small holes through
He complemented Susan on her tools; which had been Susan's
grandfather's. Twenty years of workbench clutter evaporated,
saying a thing, or spending any time on it. But
his hand passed over the bench, to put down a chisel or to reach for
some sandpaper, another tool was put on its proper hook, another nut
into its proper jar. It took a great many
test smackings before he was satisfied; he wanted the handle
comfortable in Susan's hand, and the blade painful on his own
bottom. Ten hard smacks with the front side of the paddle,
more with the
back, and then he would make the
bumps pointier or the holes deeper, and take another twenty.
gritted his teeth before each swat, and groaned when it hit.
was having a good time though--his eyes
danced. And he grimaced and laughed as he rubbed his bottom. Susan
felt good too, although she felt a bit like a Mom, watching this naked
whistling teenager sharpen her grandfather's chisels, and sweep up
every shaving and speck of sawdust. He had such a
smile, and he smiled a lot - he seemed grateful even for such a little
thing as when she held the dustpan for him.
Gazing at her naked boy, Susan noticed that the red patch on his thigh,
which she had thought was from him spanking himself, had not faded, as
it surely should have
done after several hours. And when she looked at
could tell it was a strawberry birthmark. How
cool : Tim had been born spanked.
When the paddle was
at last to his satisfaction, he wanted
to go back in the house, and get a hundred smacks on what he called the
"marriage bed." His face had just the rueful look of a
boy about to get a spanking
from his mom.
But on the way through the kitchen, he started to
Practical Susan - Mom Susan - thought about growing boys and their
his early hours on the ranch, about the danger
of missing meals. And anyway she was
would have to wait. She got out crackers
and made him
some cocoa, the kind that comes in a
they got to the bed he hugged her, kissed her; kissed her nose, her
eyebrow, her neck - and
fell asleep. His mug of cocoa was
steaming on the
She was wakened by
It was five o'clock in
and he was bright-eyed and
bushy-tailed beyond belief. He was so enormously
self-satisfied about his penis. She was
on her back,
with no covers, and he had managed to spread her legs without waking
her, and was stroking her cunt with the tip of his condomed
cock. The look in his eye said "ramming speed!"
He had balanced the wooden paddle across her breast, ready for use. She
groaned sleepily; she couldn't take this so early in the
morning. He looked at her
face, and his face fell, and then
he rolled off the bed and began quietly masturbating on the
felt miserable about the whole thing, and she couldn't properly get
But she must have slept or dozed because when the alarm went off at
seven thirty, it woke her up. She smelled
coffee. Wooly-headed, sour-tummied, she
aware that he'd set out
warmed towels for her in the bathroom, tidied up the condoms and wrappers in
the living room, and mopped the
kitchen floor. And he had made her a
fantastic breakfast. After breakfast he asked her
spanks she wanted. The paddle was on the kitchen counter.
She said there was time for a quickie instead. But
he was fully dressed and had
no erection, and under the sudden pressure, couldn't get one.
was getting late. Stuck, she asked for ten
spanks. Perhaps she was getting used to it, because the
paddle ones were easier to take than his hand ones had been.
Still, they hurt horribly and she couldn't summon up enough sex feeling
even to fake an orgasm. She was a spanked little
girl, bawling her head off, as she stumbled
out the door. She was given a hug and a
handkerchief at the
bus stop, by a complete stranger.
On the bus, she realized she hadn't told him how wonderful last
had been. Or how deeply touched she was (now) by
kindness and attentiveness in the morning. She got to talking
with the woman she'd met at the bus-stop, whose name was
Charlene, called Charlie; Charlie has just moved to Sonoma
but would be catching the same
bus as Susan from now
on. Susan made a note to herself to arrange for another block
party, and they chatted about the neighborhood, and somehow Susan
ended up talking about Tim
- lying about Tim, actually. Talking, Susan came to some
decisions. Charlie's calm, sensible
advice was undoubtedly correct.
When she phoned
her house from work, there was no answer.
course - he couldn't very well answer the phone. After
all, for all he knew it might be Susan's boyfriend
calling. And anyway, probably
he'd gone back to Mary Lou's already. But wherever
was, he must have been hurt by her behavior this
morning. She was going to break it off with him, but first, when she somehow did get to talk
she would have to apologize for her behavior - and tell him how wonderful last night had
been. How could she describe what was wonderful
it? What was
about it? The
night was the sexiest memory of her life. Sex with
didn't come close, even though Robin always did
exactly what she asked. Well, so much for Charlie's
advice; so much for her sensible resolution - she was going
to get fucked until Tim's cock wore out! Tonight
... Little Suzy cried as
she heard the footsteps approaching her door. "Little Suzy's
a bad girl," came Daddy's voice. "Come downstairs
pretty PJs. You can show
your bottom to Daddy's friends. Won't you like that, doing
strip tease? And then the bad girl will get her spanking,
will help him spank her. Nice men who will help you to be a good girl."
Why had she drifted into that fantasy? A real
tonight. She didn't need fantasy any
more. Ooo. She was hot
would hurt so much! And she would hate it
much! But she would hate it.
actually liked being spanked. Her fantasies were all about
spanking, so of course it was very sexy to think about them. A
night of spankless sex - not something to look forward to. But the spanking had
no fun at the time. She was aroused by it, but there were
painful ways to do that. And the spanking
HURT! So, no spanking.
That was too sad to even think about! She
had to get
a spanking! But right now, she had to get
done. She needed to stop fantasizing and concentrate! She had just
filed the Carlos Manzini estate documents under C.
The phone rang.
"Hi. Have I reached ..."
"Tim, I love you."
"Are you ...?"
"I can't talk. Meet me at noon, in the
Plaza. One of the benches by the
you there." Click.
Why had she said that? OK, she
was hot for
him. Poor Robin. Kind, worthy,
Robin. Sensitive Robin. Robin who didn't
her. Because that was it. She
was going to get
the spankings. She had to. For all she
would have spanked her too, if she'd ever just asked him.
spanking her, but was too embarrassed to tell her his fantasies, just
as she'd been to tell him hers.
She tried to remember if Robin had ever hinted that he wanted to spank
her. She had hinted to him, hinted hard - she had done
everything short of
sending him a notarized request - but he had been blindly oblivious: he
just would not pick up on her hints that she wanted to be spanked.
But what if, all along, he had wanted to spank
her, and had been sending hints to her?
Perhaps she had been the oblivious one.
And then she remembered. Robin had not
hinted, he had
asked. Asked plain. And she had
said no, and had forgotten the whole incident. She had
considered it a joke. Because
what Robin had asked for, wasn't that he should spank
It was that she should spank him.
Poor Robin. But it didn't
matter now. She was hot for Tim now, because he
spanked her, and
she wasn't hot for Robin any more. She had never
ever been hot
for Robin, not like this. She had never been hot for any man
like this. She hadn't known a woman could
be hot for a man like this. Animal lust was
something men had - only no man ever had it for
her. She had
to be spanked
tonight. Not twenty, but one
spanks. The fact that she
didn't like being spanked was unfortunate, but it would make no
difference. Sometimes it hurt but you had to do
it anyway. Like the dentist.
When Tim was gone back to his ranch, she would ask Robin if he would
spank her - or if they could spank each other. But Robin would
"Are you sure you really want a spanking tonight, Susan?" And she
say no, she wasn't sure, and the
spanking would not happen. She'd had the greatest
her life, a memory she'd treasure forever even if she was never spanked
again, because Tim had gone ahead with the spanking, even though
she'd asked him to stop. The spanking had happened because Tim had believed
first time, when she said "if I say stop, that means spank me
and had ignored it when she said: "Please stop, I've changed
Robin would have stopped.
But even spankless sex with Robin was a fantasy.
Tim was gone in four days, and
then she was, not back to Robin, but alone and unloved.
Because there was no way Robin
wasn't going to know about this. Strangers on the
knew about it. Charlie at the bus-stop had known she had man-trouble - just by
looking. When Charlie had handed Susan her
handkerchief, the first thing she said was: "He's
not worth it, dear."
And Tim? Could she drive to his ranch, for the weekends?
Wherever that was, exactly. North somewhere, in the
mountains. There would be bad weekend traffic on Friday
evenings, both getting out of Sonoma and on I-80, and
then in the north; no traffic, but mountain roads, driving through the night.
Six hours? Eight,
because of the
traffic? Get there at,
say, 1 a.m Saturday morning. Perhaps ten weekends,
twenty, before she fell asleep at the wheel (as she had done once
before) and drove off the side of the mountain. And in the
winter! Black ice! Susan was a
didn't know how to drive on ice. Could she get a
job in a town nearer him - waitress,
There was a problem. Susan's mother's
contested by a cousin in San Francisco, and while the case wound its
endless way through
the California courts, Susan was able to live in her own house, and get
money from her own trust fund, only by
filing what was called a "hardship
application" with the probate court judge. In
spite of the name, she was not
suffering any hardship - her house was a mansion in the best
neighborhood in Sonoma, and the judge
had allowed her an ample income from the trust fund, more money than
she earned from her job.
She wasn't sure, but she
suspected that what she was doing with Tim was a felony
- statutory rape. No one ever spoke of teenage boys
as "San Quentin quail," and she was pretty sure that no older woman in
ever been prosecuted for having sex with a sixteen-year-old boy, unless
was a teacher. But
the judge that she needed to rent out her house, and use the money to
pay rent in another town, so she could commit statutory rape, was
not going to happen.
Tim had said: "You can't spend the night in my trailer, ever, as my
fling." So did that mean she could, if she was his
what? His official
wife? But how could
his official girlfriend, his take-home-and-meet-mother
girlfriend? She was a
cradle-robber. She was a
statutory rapist. She couldn't live in Tim's
trailer as anything
She knew a bit about Tim's life. At the block
combined forces of liberal Sonoma, including
Susan, besides being unfair, had gotten personal, and had asked him a lot
of questions. It had been a
verbal stripping naked. Tim's
been divorced, and he was passed back and forth all his life.
He seemed ashamed of that, as if the divorce had been his
and the way Professor Melman had kept asking him about it when he was
obviously ashamed, had made Susan squirm. When
he was with his dad, Tim had earned some money after school as
ranch-hand on the ranch where his dad was the foreman.
Professor Melman had
called this a
violation of child-labor laws. But then Tim's dad
stumbled out of a bar
at 2 in the morning, and been run over by a
Tim kept on sleeping in his dad's trailer, and the vaqueros
every morning would knock politely on the door, and they asked Tim what
they had done all along, whenever his dad was
incapacitated (as Tim put it) in the mornings. Then
Melman had said something about the plight
"poor Mexican migrant labor" and its exploitation by California
"I wouldn't know about that, sir. I suppose the men
hire are 'migrant' since they work cattle from Jalisco to British
Columbia. You have an
accent. sir--aren't you 'migrant labor' too, professor? Do you
talk about you like that? The way you talk about 'poor
migrant labor'? I don't believe the men I work
take welfare any more than
"Welfare's not for men with jobs. But not everyone
a job. Just because you have ability and talent don't assume
"I don't have any talent. Some of the wranglers can
bulls with only their voices; that's
talent. But I will hire you,
professor, if you can
ride a horse. Hablo español? I mean, professor, I will
hire you if
you don't get drunk and if
beat your wife. It's very hard work and the pay's
not much, the food's not great but it's free,
and board's free too - sleeping on the ground. But if you can
work hard from sun-up to sun-down, dangerous work, I will be glad to hire you: I'm never not glad to find a reliable man; he
doesn't need to have
talent. Of course
there are a few
men no one will hire - they start fights, or they
may have talent and ability, just not character. Are they the
you mean, sir, when you say that not everyone can get a job?"
It was obvious that Tim was carrying
responsibility of ranch foreman, while being paid as part-time ranch
hand, and still going to school. It was also obvious he was too
young to have lived through a time in California when even the best men couldn't find
work. But a
sixteen-year-old wasn't going to get hired
a ranch foreman, however mature and
responsible he was. Probably, he was entitled to
but he wouldn't take it. Or perhaps his mother
collected it, under the Aid to Families program, and Tim never saw a
nickel. Tim's options for bringing in an income
Could he live with her? He could go to school in Sonoma, hang
school like any other Sonoma teenager? No. Her Tim would
Or live with her, go to school, work at McDonalds enough to pay his
share? But he had a
life! He loved
riding, loved the mountains, loved the stock ponds where he
and the pastures he rode across, wind in his hair and his
naked bottom pounding itself sore on the saddle.
because he was that man. She didn't want to turn
him into a
She would just have to wait for two years. He would be
18, her estate lawsuit would be
over (she hoped), and she would have access to her own trust fund
again. She would be, in a modest way,
a rich woman. He could get a job on a ranch somewhere, and
Susan could live with him in a trailer. She could buy a
horse, learn to ride. But this was the biggest fantasy of
all, because he
did not love her.
Say it again
- He. Does. Not.
Well it wouldn't help if she was fired, and there was still all the
filing to do she should have done
see: the Estate of Carlos Manzini . Goes under
She wiped away a tear.
And she was late for
"Do you want to eat at this place? La Fonda de
"I don't have time to eat, Tim, I have to be back by one."
"They don't give you time to eat?"
"I lost track of the time, and all of a sudden it was
"But if you kept working until 12:30, can't you get back from lunch at
"No. I have to clock in and clock
out. I just
want to tell you how wonderful last night was. And
"Was it? I thought you didn't - that you didn't get
from it. I thought maybe it wasn't hard
enough, this morning."
No, Tim, it was hard enough. Did you like
night, when I gave you those hard swats with the paddle in the garage?"
"That was cool. But
wasn't like what I thought it would be.
jerk off and think about Miss Heatherton whipping me - I
used to shout 'Whap - oh that feels good - Whap - oh that feels
good.' You know, I'd shout it while I was
pretending, while I was jerking off.
And when you were jerking me off me last night,
- you know that slow teasing with your hand? - I was
whipping me, and how good it was going to feel when
you did. How each
stroke was going to be
pleasure. But it hurt a lot and it wasn't pleasure
luxurious way like I thought."
"So you don't like it. That's OK. We don't both have to like
"Don't like it? But that's why I
like it--don't you see what I mean?
Look, you said last night you would give me one hundred on the marriage
bed. That's all I've been thinking about all day,
hundred you promised.
Listen! When I've masturbated, up
to now, I've always
pretended I was being whipped. By a
woman. Then I'd whip my bottom with my belt a few
strokes, and then jerk off, pretending I was getting the rest of one
hundred strokes. And I was so brave about it - Oh
I'm really brave
about whipping when it's just pretend whipping. But
the real paddling wasn't like
that. It hurt. I didn't have an erection, and I
didn't feel any sexual pleasure, from being paddled, just intense pain.
And I But that makes
it--oh I don't know
what it makes it. Um. I just don't know
how to describe it. More real is all I can
say. I get an erection now from just remembering
the paddling, and when I think about getting a hundred on the bed, my
dick gets so hard, and I get so excited, I can't stand it. I
don't like the spanking--but the anticipation! I wouldn't
give that up for anything!
"So you like to think about it more than you like getting it."
If the paddling had been pleasure, instead of pain, it wouldn't
have been as good because I wouldn't think about it so much--when I
think about getting a paddling, my heart pounds; like, how can I think
about anything else when I know I'm due for a paddling? And I'm
sorry, but a kiss isn't like that; I like kissing, of course I like
kissing better than anything, but dreading the paddle is more intense
than looking forward to a kiss. It's what I've always dreamed
about--a woman to
whip me. And the real is so, so much more than the dream.
So much better than the dream. I hope I can - I will - I will absolutely, that is, I
hope I can - I will go through with it, to the end, one hundred swats. I swear it."
"Do you really want it so hard it makes you cry?"
"I do want it hard, yes. Don't you? When I spanked
you, that was incredible
- I was scared of
how good it felt to do
it. To make you
cry. I didn't like that. I mean I did
- I liked it a lot - but I didn't like myself for liking it.
So I wanted
it to be mutual. I needed to be punished.
Punished for hurting you and for liking it so much."
"You don't need to be punished; I asked you to spank me."
"But I want to be. I want to say : a hundred spanks, and then
stop until it is a hundred - I can't stop at fifty, can't stop at
seventy-five, I have to go all the way. Don't you understand?
Saying I'll do it, and then having to go through with it?
Because I'm a boy being punished, and so I don't get to choose when it stops. Those
swats in the garage were so cool. I want to put my ass
on the line - to see if I am man enough to do it.
What am I saying? - man
enough. I just
hope I can do half
as good as
"So that's what it is for you? A test?"
"No. I'm not making any sense, I know. But look, on the range, camping, all alone, I used to
sentence myself to something that hurt and then make myself endure
it. Touching my bottom with hot coals, things
like that. But I never actually did anything that hurt a
lot - nothing that really hurt for a long time like a belting from Dad. I
couldn't make myself. But when it's from you,
I don't even want to stop. I didn't count, but
we did a lot swats in the garage. I bet it was a hundred. And they were
hard. I don't feel ashamed of
that. Not like
the times I said to myself: one hundred with the belt, but actually
about five. It felt good, asking for more and more and more; because
they hurt so much."
"Tim, That's exactly what if feels like! It
is very hard for me to bear the pain,
too. It hurts but you
want it - that's it exactly. You're a good spanker.
But it's very sexy for me to be spanked. I'm not hearing it's so sexy for you. So if it's not sexy, why do
you need to endure it?"
"If you'll let me, I want to masturbate while you spank me, next
time. I'm not sure, but I think it will be really
you ever been spanked when you had the vibrator
going in and out of you."
"Vibrators don't work like fucking machines,
They don't do in and out; they vibrate. You can use it on
"Say it again."
Tim unzipped his jeans. Right there on the bench in
her scarf into his lap as his pink tip emerged thtough his fly,
although she didn't think that would help much
if he was going to jerk off in a public square. Everyone
able to see what he was doing, scarf or no scarf. But after
reaching in to
let his erection out, he kept his hands off it. But
see there was something lifting the scarf. Just the way he
sat was so suggestive people did a double-take when they saw him.
And he wasn't speaking in a whisper, either.
"Ma'am, I can't stop thinking about your bottom. It
was like a
sunset as it got redder and darker."
Susan's face was also getting redder and darker. "Tim, do you like
spanking or getting spanked best? I think you just earned one."
"Ooo. I need getting
spanked. But I
really enjoy spanking
you. I didn't know I
would. I've never thought about spanking a woman
before. I mean I've thought about it, but it wasn't
something I used to think about
was jerking off. I only thought about being spanked, not
spanking. But this morning I've come about
times thinking about it. Thinking about spanking you every
time, not about you spanking me. I want to be spanked, but
spanking you is sexier. You get those really strong orgasms from
really, really hope you enjoy spanking me. But I
of afraid you didn't. I think I could be spanked
I knew it was a turn-on for you. Do you think about
my bottom as much as I think about yours?"
He asked that question in a particularly loud voice. It echoed across the Plaza.
"I'm thinking about your bottom right now, Tim. I'm thinking about flogging it.
about you riding, slapping your bottom on the saddle for hours. I'm
thinking about you naked, getting a spanking over my lap on this
bench. Not a spanking - a whipping. My big fat
sloppy bottom is a tub of jelly.
Spanking me must be disgusting. But your bottom!
Imagine a russet apple cut in half - that's how hard and firm you
are. That's what I get to spank."
were two huge
tits in her kitchen the next morning.
Susan hated them on on sight, and the girl attached to them,
and the horse they all three rode in on. Struggling to think, or even to
focus her eyes, she realized that
this must be Tim's girlfriend, and the whole business had been some
sort of joke. Or worse. Blackmail. The words
statutory rape" echoed in her ears, as if she was hearing them said by
the judge. "Guilty," answered the jury.
"Susan, this is Anna Kulcsár.
I met her
yesterday morning. She's been sleeping with
Melman. She brought us these kolbász."
"Why you tell her this, my sexing with Matolcsi have?"
"Tim, what is she saying? Who is this
bimbo? Who is Matolcsi?"
"Is name Professor Melman in Magyar ... Hungary."
"Susan, Anna has to sneak out of Professor Melman's house every morning
before dawn, and then she walks across
to her dorm room on the other side of the
didn't think that was
safe. I said she could stay here, and go into town
me. The sausages are ready."
Tim carried the pan to the table, which he had set with three
plates. He was naked.
At dawn, he had
slipped from Susan's bed, and she had mumbled to him
she wanted to be fucked this morning and not spanked, so he should be
sure his erection was there when she needed it - and not to dare to get
dressed. And then she had drifted back to sleep,
smell of frying sausages waked her. She came down,
un-toothbrushed, to find him at the stove, letting out little yelps
from the splattering grease. He was massaging his penis with
left hand - it
was half up, half down. Susan was enjoying the
feeling more than half up herself - she couldn't decide which sausage
wanted to eat first. But maybe, just
maybe, she would start
with the one in his hand. And then she had turned toward
the table and
seen those horrid swollen balloons.
"I'm sure you will enjoy walking her to her dorm room, Tim."
"What are you suggesting?"
"I can see her huge bazookas."
"Can you really think I will ever stop wanting you?
those? I'd have to be crazy"
"I know you like breasts, Tim."
"It wouldn't make the slightest difference to me if she was naked."
Tim was putting sausages on plates, and Anna was behind him, so he
didn't see her drop her dress to the floor. Susan
same with her bathrobe, and she grabbed Tim by the hair.
Some grease spilled, and splattered her. Susan
pulled Tim's face down into her tits.
"Are you telling me, that if you were doing this to Anna's bare tits,
"It wouldn't even twitch."
"Liar!" Susan pulled his head up and pointed his face toward
Anna's tits -
"Do it, then."
Tim let out a choked gasp when he saw that Anna's tits really were naked. As he bent his head to the giant melons, his
lips began to move. For a moment, Susan thought he
praying; she thought the words were: "The Lord is
my shepherd, I shall not want" - but then he began to speak a bit
louder, and she could make out the words: - "...indivisible with
liberty and justice
for all I pledge
allegiance to the flag and to the republic for which
..." He was earnestly reciting the pledge of
over and over again, with his eyes
closed, as he moved his lips to the giant nipple of the giant
breast. He suckled for a while.
The he opened
his eyes and looked down to
check the level of his cock.
Susan had never realized before that men
couldn't tell how stiff their cocks were without looking at
seemed satisfied that the angle wasn't too high, and he moved to the
other nipple, no longer reciting, and with his eyes
This proved a mistake. A shiver passed through his
and his cock jerked up.
"ANNJA - VWAT ARE YOU DOING VIT DAT NAZI?"
Professor Melman - called Matolcsi in Budapest - had joined
party. If he wanted breakfast there
weren't enough kolbász.
"Tim Russell is just
deciding what sort of breast he likes best, Professor. Big or
But I think he has decided on big."
"Dhen he is fool, Miss Thomasz. But I see you have
vay play vit
your sex toy." Melman ran his fingers across Tim's
tracing the fading welts left by the riding crop last night.
excitement was obvious. Tim
bent over, with his elbows on the table, and waggled his ass back and
forth. He had set the table
with a cloth, flowers, and folded napkins, and there, in the middle of the table,
along with the
salt and pepper and
the syrup for the pancakes, was the riding crop, ready for
use. Tim pointed to the whip with his
chin, and then
looked up at Susan's face, smiling. Tim might not have
whipping from a man if it was just two men alone, but to be whipped by
a man while Susan watched was something he was quite excited about.
But Melman didn't take the hint, so Tim had to ask him: "Whip me if
you want to, professor. Susan will enjoy--" but then Tim
off. He looked at Susan's face,
"It's him! I knew it was a
professor or a lawyer or something. I am
just a sex toy
then. What else could I be? Of course
it's him! Walking into your kitchen without knocking! He's your boyfriend! A professor
. I'm just a
kid. A cowboy. I don't have a
Susan couldn't believe that Tim would suspect her of having Professor
Melman for a boyfriend - the man was an antique. Everyone knew the
story - he
had slipped out of Hungary as a
teenager, after the Russians killed his father in the '56
Crossing the border with guards shooting at him. That made
Susan did the math - well not all that old, really - maybe only about
seven years older than she was, if he was, say, fourteen when he escaped Hungary. But
he looked so old and fat that he didn't even seem like a sexual being to
Not a sexual being except that he slept with this bimbo
didn't surprise her.
Professor Melman still had his hand on Tim's ass.
He was starting to spank it lightly.
He asked Tim: "Vill you allow me?"
"I'm asking you to - if Susan wishes it. Do you
want one from me, after?"
"Iff Miss Thomasz vishes it, ov course! I like on my breasts ze whipping, vhat
say, ze nipples. Zo, ve are both her slavvs, ordered to
vhip each other for her pleasure. Is fery
You are my fellow slavv of the sex, so ve shall be friends."
Melman started to unbutton his shirt, after taking off his
jacket. Even Tim could see it was a more fashionable suit
professors wore. The dapper professor loosened his tie, and slipped the shirt
from under it. It seemed he wanted to be whipped wearing his
tie, but nothing else.
He pinched his own nipples hard, using his fingernails.
"So it is
you. You are her lover. I knew
"I know she has one; she told me she has one. And I figure
it has to be a professor. I mean, can you imagine her with a
carpenter or a plumber? Her living room is wall to wall
books! So I think it's you."
"I assure you iss not I. Although she iss fery
attractif fery charrming - quite charming."
"I hate you. But I know I'm not what she
wants. Of course not. But can
you pass the test
any more than I could?"
"Vass is test?"
"Lick her tits, and Anna's, and get a boner when you do hers, and not
when you do Anna's."
"Vass is boner?"
Melman - Matolcsi - naked except for his tie, turned away from them and
bent over the counter, in
position to be thrashed. His professorial
were not marked by a recent whipping, but there were scars across
them from some long-ago torture. And there were no
bites, either, and no signs he had been whipped on his nipples as he said he liked. There were no love bites or whip
on Anna, either.
Susan luxuriated in the bites, scratches, and
red spanking patches that decorated her body.
of bite marks she had asked Tim to make on her
them, she felt she could rule the world.
She was even
of the criss-cross pattern of whip marks on her bottom, but for now she
was sitting on that. She would pick her moment to
Tim inflated with hope when he saw Susan glance at the marks on her own
body, and on his, and at the professor's and Anna's unmarked
Matolcsi had just
turned his ass to them as if unaware of any sort of competition, as if
there could be no competition. To Susan, Tim seemed
advantages, if there was any rivalry. Tim had exotic dark
looks; handsome enough to look at; but when he
moved naked he was stunningly beautiful - with all the grace and style
dancer or a gymnast.
Running horses were not more beautiful. And in any sort of
physical competition, in any contest of
strength or agility or physical skill, there could be no competition -
overwhelmingly the winner. The two
men had met in debate already, to Tim's crushing victory, and it seemed
his intelligence and spirit would defeat the professor as much in any
mental competition, as in any physical one. The
even seemed to know more than the professor,
Matolcsi really didn't know much outside his own field of sociology,
and it seemed Tim had devoured his small-town library, perhaps reading
even in the saddle.
But Tim had no sense of his own worth, in comparison with a professor,
Matolcsi was condescending to Tim, like the lord of the schloss to
herd-boy who guarded cattle on the vast Hungarian plain.
Susan wanted to see that sorry Hungarian ass
thrashed. And the professor seemed to be
Tim reached in front, and grabbed the professor's dick, and pulled it
straight out. He said: "a boner
he made thrusting motions with his hips.
"Ahh I ssee, a boner. Vit a bone in it.
ve say pénisz vit gristle ist merev -
stiff. A man
gristle we say - that means he acts
it means he is ready
gristle to have whipping, it means I have courage to do it, how you say
ze guts to do it." Tim's pull on the Hungarian's cock had been a
hard yank, and now the professor was thrusting it out and boasting.
Tim said : "We say, 'the balls
to do it.' Can you lick Anna's tits, and not get a boner, and
then get one licking Susan's?"
"And ze forfeit iss?"
"A licking - I mean a whipping, not a licking with the
tongue. Licking's just what we call it."
"You are good professor of American of me. Ve mus do licking
get ze licking, is goot. Sso I haff vin get thiss lick-king?"
"I meant the winner whips the loser."
"That iss gute, alsso. Ve do it. I have
ballss to do it so."
"How many strokes?"
"Ve do it Hungarian, no? Ze vinner can
doo vhat he likes."
"I agree. And I won't go easy on you."
"You haff vin, first!"
Matolcsi's rooster crest was now as erect as Tim's, and his voice was
cock-crow, as the two naked males strutted and tried to intimidate each
other - Matolcsi rather impeded by the fact that his trousers were
around his ankles. The college tie gave him some status -
Susan suspected it wasn't Oxford or Cambridge but some not-quite-top
like Reading University. Tim had the body of a sex god, but he
thought nothing of that. Victory in the
contest went to the Magyar.
"Tim, you don't have to do this. Melman
will beat you
bloody if he wins - not just some light smacking like we do when we
sex. A real beating."
"I have to go through with it now, Sue. Whatever he
wants to do
to me. It will be all right; I've had a real
before. I'll survive this one too."
It seemed Tim was conceding defeat before the contest even
had his head bowed, and his whole body seemed to
shrink. Susan decided that when Tim bent to take
beating from Melman, she would lay her naked body on top
of his, and make the professor beat her first to get to Tim. Tim's cock was shrunk
and pulled into
his body. Susan
glanced at Matolcsi's cock. It was a small one
compared to Tim's,
but it was rising.
With a feeling of misery, as if she, along with Tim, had already lost, she
backed up to the sink - leaving Anna front and center facing the two
naked men. Tim bent
to lick the large brown nipples. No eyes closed
and no reciting the pledge. And no glancing down to
his cock either - it was down and he knew
it. He did
not spend a lot of time on the first nipple, and even less on the
second. When he pulled away to show the
level of his
cock to his rival, it was as down as a cock can be.
"That wass not time enough long," Matolcsi complained.
Tim ignored him, and switched to Susan's breasts, looking
confident. His eyes lingered over the pattern of bite
marks. He bit her nipples, he didn't lick
them. She shuddered and moaned
with pleasure - she was play-acting. In fact, she was too
frightened of Tim getting a severe whipping to be aroused, but she
pretended to be aroused to help
him. He did the other nipple, and pulled
away. He turned to show his cock to the professor
before checking it himself
- and then he was surprised. It was only up a little.
So then it was Matolcsi's turn, and he moved in to take his taste of
Anna's balloons of
pleasure. He spent longer at it than Tim
After a long time of diligent licking, he pulled away, to show a cock
about halfway risen. Then he moved into
place to do
Susan's nipples, without gazing at them reverently the way
Tim had done.
But it was fantastically
sexy, because he enjoyed it so much - he licked for his pleasure, not
hers; to win the contest he needed to be aroused, and his quest to get an erection from her was fantastically sexy for her.
would lose, and get a beating, because he couldn't help being more
by Anna than by Susan - and here was Susan feeling
aroused by Melman than by her own beautiful Tim.
She tried to
think of something not at all sexy. She thought of - Robin.
She didn't mean to, but she couldn't help it - she
of Robin licking her tits, about the least sexy thing she could think
of. Robin got his technique
books, and he paid too much attention to her
pleasure, instead of spontaneously doing what he
Robin. She understood him better now, she
thought. The man who in bed had existed only to serve, had
a woman who knew how to command. When Robin came too soon,
often did, he always asked to be punished for it. And then
assure him it was all right, not to worry, it wasn't a
matter. Did not matter! What a
fool she'd been,
to say that to him - if his coming too soon did not matter to her, then
love-making did not
matter to her. If she had instead spent
ten minutes on Robin's bottom with his own belt, pretending to be
really angry at the pleasure he'd cost her, things might have turned
out differently between them.
If she got back to Robin, that's how it would be - a severe whipping,
every time, for not pleasuring her enough.
And as the slave, forced to pleasure
and beaten for not pleasuring, he would at last be getting what he
needed, and his excitement would have to be enough. He wasn't a
wild man; he wasn't a cowboy, he wasn't out of control
--but, well, still, he was considerate, and he had
learned a good trick or two from The Joy of Sex
Her thoughts of Robin, her thoughts of making do with Robin, put Matolcsi off his
stride. When he pulled away from her, his cock was barely
than when he started.
There was no clear winner in the contest so far. Tim moved
start the second round on Anna's tits; he did well, spending longer
than he had the first time, and ending with a cock almost limp.
Then Matolcsi took a turn with Anna.
Anna said "This contest it isz - to not get merev boner vhen you lihck my cikik?
How you zay, my apples?"
"Your tits, Anna."
"Fasz kivan! I think you lose!" And
started what seemed to Susan to be blatantly obvious fake orgasms -
really awful ones. But they did the trick -
Matolcsi got a
tight hard erection - the first in the game, so far.
The professor was happy. He said: "I tink I have loosing game. I
shall get licking"
Anna said "I don't think so," somewhat mysteriously.
then Susan and Matolcsi turned to look in the direction she was looking.
Tim, besides having a spearlike erection, was
Anna's tits with his eyes glazed and his tongue hanging out of his
mouth. He didn't even hear it when Susan called his name.
"It iss what you say - even. Tie. Ve
bot gets vipping, no?"
Susan said: "No, I think Tim wins, I mean, loses. I mean, he's the one who gets
whipped. But afterwards, I'll whip you if you want, Professor Melman. We could do it next week."
Anna said : "Oh no you shall not ze Matolcsi vipp! He is
great man - ze Matolcsi boy!"
"What is she talking about, Professor Melman? I can't make
out her accent."
"It iss nothink - a messtake only. They in Magyar say vhen I
tortured of Russians, it was to say ze vhereabouts my father
hiding, and they ssay I fantastic torture endured and did nat
- but isz all mistake as I haff said. The Russians did not
speak, so how could they ask me of thiss? Say me that?"
Tim said: "Perhaps you both spoke some German? And you must
have had at least some Russian in school in Hungary."
How did Tim know what subjects were taught in schools in Hungary in the 40's?
Susan had never even heard of schools in Hungary, and she
had been an A student.
The professor blushed. He was facing Tim, and Susan got her first
chance to look carefully at the scars on his buttocks.
The scars were long healed, but it had been a terrible whipping - a
the skin with every stroke, like a whipping with barbed wire, and from the looks of it, the
wounds had been
left to fester, and that was why they had left scars.
Susan had always supposed that torture
whipping was on the back, but Matolcsi had been whipped only on
buttocks. Did the Russians have a sexual sadist to do their
The scars ran up and down as well as across, and the up-and-down
ones ran deep
his buttcrack; he had been whipped on his asshole with his
cheeks spread--whipped to draw blood. There were other scars
around his asshole. When Susan lightly touched the buttcrack
scars with her finger, to feel the jaggedness, he flinched as if
from a jolt of electricity.
"They raped you, didn't they, Professor Melman?
Russian soldier in the outfit that was torturing you, raped you, until you were bleeding from all around your rectum.
This wasn't just one penis."
Tim said: "Those god-damn commie bastards!"
"They vere in a foreign country - it iss same vit any army."
"Not the American Army."
"It is same. I havv done ze sociology study ov thiss, in Viet Nam ze
When soldiers in Nam they are bored, they play game - a
naked, and ze others they throw ze stones at him - to hit his
It is very much hurt, iff they hit. I try it vit platoon I study. They vere such ferry gute shots."
"That's not what the Russians did to you. Did the Americans rape all the Viet Cong boys when they took a village?"
"It was not like that. It was like game of rocks
and pénisz, at start. In Russia new cadet is
victim - he
iss made naked to run, and through woods chased - is happen
all time in Russia army school - and with wooden
sticks is he is whipped when he is caught. They did so vit us,
but vit young Russian soldiers also. And if young boy vit
no beard is vwirgin, his is on his
pénisz also, to see if he is man and will merez get,
from slapping ovf pénisz by boys. Is verry popular and to
in Russian army it
happens all time but government
says iss not allowed and iss not happenings."
"But what does an initiation for cadets have to do with you, a
"Russians say they are in Hungary velcome army of liberation, not invasion.
Is privilege -
troublemake boys goes to happy youth camp, not to prison. I
not prisoner, I was cadet."
"So you were arrested and they let you off easy, letting you go to the Hungarian army summer camp instead of to prison?
But it was really a prison camp run by Russians?"
"Russian soldier boys, they were bored. For week I am in camp
day I am chased, and vit ze birch vhipped.
Russian boys they same
in Russia had, everyday birching for one week as new cadet in army, it is ze dedovshchina called.
think us Magyar boys
are city boys and should more tough be; and some Russian boys volunteer be
chased, zhat zhey are tougher than ze Magyar boys, to show. But I cry
- I alone
Magyar boys cry, cry as baby. They say to me that after sauna
in Russia with twigs
and spoons for pleasure vhip, more than this vipping that make me cry,
and so they make with rods and cables to beat me, to give me good
reason for cry.
month I am to be cadet and I am told I by sergeant I will for evfry day
haff vipping, for all six month and not one week, so I shall be
But after two weeks I
make plan - I agree on sergeant's pénisz to suck,
I should not haff birching.
But then his pénisz in my anus he vould put,
and I agree to this but say I vill suck it first, and then I
his pénisz bit. For that I am
for some time rape, for many days rape, and for many times in one
And for five months more and a half I must haff same,
for I am
still for that time to be cadet at camp."
Anna was shivering, and she put back on her dress, and when she heard this
latest revelation she put the heels of her hands in her ears, and sank
moaning to the floor.
"No, no, no - you are Matolcsi boy! You are hero!
is all lies! The hero of Magyar people cannot have be raped!"
"Iss vhat happen, Anna. They did not ask me -
father is. I would have told them, I think. They
- they told us all, that men my father and like him were tools of ze
British and American imperialists only. And all we cadets thought they were ze
enemies of Magyar people. I was of my father ashamed.
But they did not ask me vhere he vass."
Tim said : "But you escaped? You crossed the border with Russians
shooting at you? That part is true?"
"My father from the camp escaped me, and then I was not of him ashamed.
But father ssent me avay, for I
vass no use to him in Magyar. The heroes of the Magyar
people verr the ones who
stayed, Anna. Who were killed. My father.
Tim said: "You sound like a hero to me. But I
I'll go into the Army. I don't like the sound of stones
at my penis."
"You like better ze running from ze 'granddads' vit ze birch rods?"
"Well, I wasn't planning on joining the Russian Army. But it
sound like more fun to run than to just stand there. You still
being whipped, even though you were tortured so badly by the Russians?"
"It vass not torture, but ze vhipping only. I haff
not been vhipped vell at any time since. I think of this
all time, naked through the woods, and in my
dreams, the running, but I haff not in real happening that I am
run and vhipped. It is for sex most arousing, to think this
of running and catching."
"I think I shall dream of it, too, now. But how can you say you weren't tortured? You were raped."
"Sergeant who has rape me, that is crime to Russians - he face to be punish, to Army penal camp of
Siberia, vhere it is serious, the punishment. Only I escape and
sso, no vitness, and he not to go Siberia, I think. And I did his pénisz bit."
"He still shouldn't have raped you. And the beatings they gave you were torture, I think."
"They vere for me fery hard, isz trouw. But for boys of
farm of Russia, it is beating like of otemi they get - most beloved father.
They vere homesick boys. They haff to disciplines me in vays they knew."
"What did you do, to need to be disciplined?"
"Not vhat I do, vhat I vass. I vass Budapesht.
I vass of educated classes - my father is not of farrm, he iss
Anna said: "Tim, Kalman Matolcsi was leader of ze reform. He was politician. He
wass of reform ze greatest man in our government."
"No Anna, my father vass not in the government. He
was újságíró only, Anna, journalist,
essay in newspaper
to write, and for money, a few to be the tutor he takes, students.
all people my father knew - all people in Budapesht he knew. He
meets of foreigners, and I in Deutch can talk better than him.
party I am little boy, and talk to Imry Nagy! And Anna, my atya
not most strongly of reform, that iss not trouw. He vass in
middle, or more to Russia tending He vas communist, he vas
collectivist, and only reform from within he wants.
It vass from men such as my father iss, that Russians hope
for velcome. But no one in Hungary vill velcom - they are
Russian, they are in Hungary, and so we hate zhem for that, whatever
street, ve boys make joke of Russian soldiers - we carry
bricks wrapped in cloth, and ve talk - like ze soldiers
vit radios, vit 'valky-talkies.' But Russian
soldier boys can't tell - is it boys playing? - is
it Hungarian boys give location tanks? For rumor is,
NATO bombing. And so ze Russians shoot at pavement, to make
vit ze radios to dance. Then an old dédanya came
running to tank - waving her arms and in Hungarian
she yells her grandson is shot, in foot - and so they shoot her.
Then tank close top, and it isz rolling - all ze
tanks, roll over her bones until she is no more than grease
on ze pavement. And so we
boys know it is serious and throw away our bricks. And yet ze
Russians think it is only ze writers like my atya who haff made ze
Magyar people to
"And they beat you for that? For your father's writing?"
"They beat me for being city boy, who thinks he is a fery wonder - for
haszt a few books seen, he thinks he is so smart, for
that he has sat and with Imry Nagy he drank coffee, he thinks he is statesman!
And I wasz only a boy, only 14; and after ze vhiping I feel
"Grateful! For being whipped for that?"
"If you haff not had beating, you do not know houw it is."
"I did get a real beating, Professor. Just one in my life. I was 14, the same age
you were. From my father. And of course I felt
grateful; he was risking prison to
help me. I was a conceited little brat and I needed to have the
tar beaten out of me. But the Russians were all wrong about your
father. Weren't they, Anna?"
"Kalman Matolcsi isz hero of the Magyar people."
"Yes, he vass, Anna, my atya a trouw hero wasz. Fery much
he hero wasz, Anna - but this at ze
time I did not know, and I vass brat and needed tar beaten out me
more tar I zink than
you, friend Tim, for more conceited I vass, certainly. And
I vass very
grateful, and I believe what the Russians say of my atya, my father.
And so I end up vit more tar than vhen I started.
And to my atya vhen I see him I say this, that I haff been stupid. I say
I haff learned I am boy and not yet man, and I vish him to be atya to
me and not friend and fellow-journalist as he hass called me to zhat time.
if I have need of a father, he hass greater need of friend and colleague, and he vill not beat me. But
soon he says it iss not safe in Hungary for me, and I must go vit
refugees to England. And so I neffer saw him again. It
vas not safe either for him. His
body vas never been found."
"I'm sorry you lost your father, sir. My father could not teach me either; he was killed too, killed before
we could get started on the amount of teaching I needed. That I still need. I am
glad to have met
Professor. I will think of my father - of both of our fathers. This will be an honor - where would you like me
to bend over? I'd like to think an American cowboy can take
what a Russian farmboy can, from his beloved father. Beat
the tar out of me, Atya."
The two men shook hands. Matolcsi said, "It is Magyar
and I to vhip you as I vant. And vhat I vant is to vhip
"Not whip me? But I lost the game, and I can take
it. Am I not worth your time?"
"You are upset? But I as honor meant - for fine
"Then, I accept. But is it really that you wanted
to be the one whipped?"
"No I haff not liking the whipping. It is to think about it
only, that I like."
"Do you go fishing?"
Matolcsi looked blank, so Tim explained : "Catching fish -
know?" Tim made motions of casting with a fly rod, and reeling in
"Ahh. Fizsh-ing Why you ask me
of ze fizshing?"
"We could go fishing. And we could do a sweatlodge - it's
sauna, it's what my people do. And in the intense
darkness you can take a whipping with branches - anyone can, it's enjoyable. I'd like to show you.
soldiers weren't so tough as you think, to take a birching in the
sauna. The intense heat stops you from feeling it as pain."
"Your people? Are you Finnish? You a bit look
"My mother is one quarter Maidu Indian. According
U.S. government, which thinks it knows who is an Indian and who isn't,
that means I'm not an Indian."
"But you think you are?" - that was Susan, fascinated by this
"No, I am not an Indian. But they are my mother's people.
And I've done
sweats since I was a little kid, and I go to the dances.
never thought of the scrubbing with sage branches as whipping, but
'Uncles' do it pretty hard. It would hurt if
we kids weren't so excited, and if it wasn't so hot. It's a teaching sweat - sort of an initiation for boys."
"So I might into your tribe be taken? Are you chief?"
"I told you. I'm not even an Indian. And there
ceremony for making people Maidu. It's not even really a
tribe - in the old days it was just villages that spoke Maidu, there
wasn't any tribe. I mean there wasn't a tribal council over all Maidu in the old
just something the government set up - a lot of guys who like to
be "Big Chiefs." But you
have to be Maidu to come to a sweatlodge or a dance - not the public
"And me you ask to go fizshing with you?"
"Then I say yes, ve vill go fizshing. My name ..."
"Is Pelegrin. I asked at the party."
Tim had remembered Professor Melman's first name from the party, when
he hadn't even quite remembered that Susan had been there.
And as far as Susan had known up to now, Professor Melman's first name was Paul; Pelegrin
must be his Hungarian name, like Matolcsi instead of Melman. Tim must have been really
interested, to ask enough to find out Melman's Hungarian names; names the professor didn't ordinarily use. Why was
Tim doing this male-bonding fishing trip with Melman of all
people? Melman had been horrible to Tim at the
had been nice. It wasn't fair. But Susan had a way to put
a crowbar into the gears of
in this all-male fishing and sauna trip.
"If you want to take a sauna, I have one."
"In the back yard - next to the hot tub."
"But Susan, after a sweat, we run out and jump into a creek, that comes
from the mountain snow. And it doesn't even seem cold,
hot from the sweat. You wouldn't want to go from a sauna to
"So take a cold shower or run through the lawn sprinkler. I'm sorry I didn't have a
stream put in for you."
"There is a pond in the yard behind this one - I've seen it.
Of course we'd be tresspassing - and
we'd be naked,
coming out of the sweat-lodge."
"I vill tresspass and into ze pond, nuda jump."
"I will too, Pelegrin, if you do."
Susan's plan to stop the two men from having their bonding
without her, had backfired. Because there was no
was going to climb the fence with them into Conchita Karlsberg's yard, to jump
into her frog-pond.
Not nude and not even in a swim suit.
Karlsberg (and she had been Señor Karlsberg's widow even then) had been the terror of
Susan's childhood, and Susan was still afraid of her.
Once, when Susan was nine, Señora Karlsberg had come in all
her black-lace glory,
followed by a retinue
of servants, and knocked on the Thomas's front door. The
youngest of her servants, just a boy, was carrying Susan's dog, and
that Susan be whipped, because the dog had dug under the fence and
pooped in a flowerbed. And it must be with skirt
lifted, the Señora
insisted. With the grand Señora bearing down on
caved : "Yes, Señora, it will not happen again.
be punished as you say." Susan had
expected she would be
whipped, "with skirt lifted," as Dad had promised.
she thought the
whipping would happen soon - Dad had
and Dad never broke a
promise. The phrase "with skirt lifted' tormented
her, because she didn't know if it meant panties or bare.
But her Dad had answered "as you say" to the Señora, so Susan
knew she would be whipped with her skirt lifted. Every
day of those weeks of waiting, she imagined the whipping -
horrible, and yet, if it was bare, horribly wonderful. She
having Dad see her bare bottom striped and sore and red; of hugs
and kisses and cold cream on her bottom afterwards.
At last she
had asked Dad to whip her and get it over with.
He told her to pull her panties up - he said he didn't remember
promising the Señora to whip her.
Susan was sure he did remember. Dad had lied,
and he broke his promise; for her sake.
was those imaginary whippings, in which
Dad kept his promise by whipping her soundly, on her bare bottom, which
had evolved into the fantasies she now enjoyed. In
fantasies - but she couldn't
help it - she made her Dad into a horrible monster. The
boy, who had grimaced with sympathetic pain when her Dad had promised
to whip her, came to her rescue in her fantasies, and he
her evil, lying father
with his Super-Boy powers. Little Susan was glad
that Super-Boy got to see her striped bare bottom - he kissed
it and licked it after the whipping and that made the pain go away.
course now she was grown up, Susan
understood that her father had been tempted, when his
daughter had marched into his den and lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties and
demended a severe belt-whipping. She
knew now it was because of his
weakness, that moment of sexual temptation, that he had never spanked her.
After that episode, he
also hadn't hugged or kissed or cuddled or tussled any more. And
he didn't scold her so hard it made her cry any more either - it had seemed to
Susan he didn't care any more. All because of an
attraction he had felt for her bottom but had never for an instant
acted on. Not even when she sunbathed nude, week after week.
Not even when she waggled her bottom at him, and said "if I'm being bad
you should spank me five spanks," each time he asked her politely to
stop sunbathing naked. And it
was this father she had made into a monster in her fantasies.
Tim showed Pelegrin the secret Cub-Scout handshake.
showed Tim a game that Magyar boys played with each other's testicles.
"Tim, don't you have to get back to Mary Lou's?
last night you'd have to sneak back into your bed, before dawn."
"I did sneak back, Susan, while you were asleep.
pretended to wake up, had some corn flakes, told Mary Lou I was going out, and left. She
and told me I was not to go without telling her where, but I went
anyway. And then I went around the block and got
sneaking in through the back, through the yard
with the pond. It's got frogs in it."
"Well you can't use the sauna then, or the hot tub.
Lou's bedroom window overlooks my hot tub - we've often joked about
it. I told her I would get all my male guests to use my
hot-tub - so she would never need to buy a copy of Cosmopolitan. And I
don't mind if she does see naked men in my hot-tub, but she'll
"Ve must do it then, iff you haff promised your ffriend Frau Marie Lou Bingams. Ve must
to give her ze nuda anderen showing, and make
of the pénisz show. In ze masks ve vear."
his bottom as if he was slapping his horse, and his strawberry
birthmark did make his haunch look like an Ol' Paint.
he galloped across the room to get his bandanna from his pants pocket, and tied it
across his face. The two naked boys were
frolicking and doing a kind of
dance; Tim pressed his side against Pelegrin, and he put his arm across
his back - grabbing a cheek of his bottom. Pelegrin leaned
Tim too. It was affectionate, but they looked away from each
they did it, so it wouldn't be embarrassing. Pelegrin, who
shy and reserved in social gatherings, seemed relaxed and natural with Tim.
Hungarians are born in the saddle, and there was some hint of
rider's grace in Pelegrin's movements too - he was not at all the formal professor,
standing stiff and awkward in his hand-tailored suit, now the he was
wearing only his tie, wrapped twice around his face to make a mask. In making a gesture, as if
the masked Magyar horseman struck the American cowboy's
penis with the
back of his hand. Tim pretended he did not notice it, but he began to breath heavily.
"I am brave without ze mask to do it!"
"I am too!"
"We haff not any birch."
"I was going to say, we don't have any sage. But we can cut switches from the apple."
"You about ze vhipping vit apple know? But this is Magyar, to
vhip with branch of apple. You people vit apple, you vhip too?"
"I don't know anything about it. I've never heard of anyone using apple switches,
that the only tree
in Susan's back yard, not counting the redwoods, is an
tree, and it has long shoots that will make good switches.
people wouldn't use apple switches - we use traditional things like
sage, or brooms of braided basket rushes, or bow-strings if it's for a
hunting society. That's what my 'Uncles' used
for teaching sweats for boys, anyway."
"My uncle used álma - apple - for my punishments, and I had to
climb álma to cut zem
myself. In ze Magyar plains where my uncle live it
common tree, and ze master álma is Jonatán Mester -
you say ze Mister Jonathan - apple. My cousins and I wass vhipped vith it - vith ze
switches of Jonatán Mester álma.
should have just told them not to do it. After all, it was
But it was the frog-pond she was most scared of. Señora
Karlsberg would call the police, for certain, if two naked men climbed
over her fence. And she would prosecute. A court
court case, even if the charge was only indecent exposure, was dangerous for Susan.
In a moment of panic Susan heard the judge, the judge she
carried around in her head, say :
"Felony statutory rape. He's
only sixteen so it's statutory rape. The prisoner will
stand for sentencing."
So she needed most of all to keep them out of her neighbor's yard.
If they needed to do their male bonding ritual,
switches from her apple tree, that should be safe enough, if they wore
masks. And Susan did want them to do it, today, in her yard,
her, and not to wait for the fishing trip - because Susan knew that for
the fishing trip, she would not be invited. On the
trip they would swim together naked,
and ride naked together, and do sweats together just as hot as they
could stand them,
chase each other through the woods with switches of California birch,
and she knew they wouldn't want a woman there for any of that.
This would be a boy's trip. Perhaps
even fish if they had time. Perhaps they would masturbate
each other, side by
under the stars, while they talked about women.
Susan didn't know if men did that on fishing trips, but she thought so.
What she knew for sure was that on fishing trips, men didn't
want her. Certainly Tim and Pelegrin wouldn't want one
woman, who would
come between them, and perhaps not even two. And in any case
Susan hated Anna Kulcsár and wouldn't go on a fishing trip
"Don't you have classes to go to, Miss Kulcsár?"
"I have class yes, soon. I am wait that Mr.
Russell should walk me."
Susan almost felt sympathy : Anna was being excluded by this boys' game, too.
It was so unfair, that Tim and Pelegrin, who had
in common, and were a generation apart, and who were even competing for the
same two women, should be instant friends, while she and Anna hissed at
each other like cats. They were not
she and Anna. There was plenty of pie for each to have a slice -
Susan only wanted Tim, and Anna only wanted - well probably Anna only
wanted an A in sociology.
"I think Mr. Russell may be busy for a while. And Sonoma is
very safe, or you could catch the bus, if you leave now."
Susan too, would be late ; late for work when she was already
trouble from yesterday - she ought to be catching that bus herself.
But there was no way she was leaving the two boys
Anna - not with those big apples of hers to eat up.
were acting giddy - out of control. Tim laughed whenever Pelegrin
used a Magyar word, as if it was funny, and they were starting to dance like Sioux
Indians in a movie.
"I will go cut the switches, old 'Legrin, - you are too old to
"It iss yes the little baby who is sent up the álma
a korbács - a korbács for his
own fenék! Yes
you should go, baby Timmy!"
"Then why do you insist on going outside with me? Just wait in here while I cut the switches. Ze korbács
- yee haw!"
"If you can to your cousin make pénisz show, I can
to my neighbor do it same. Ve both show our pénisz to Maria Louw Bingams."
"But do you dare do it with an erection? A murv penis?"
"Vhat is this? You mean vit
merev pénisz? You are wild
"Too wild for you! But do you dare, Hungkary?"
"I dare! Injun!"
"First one hard gets whipped first!"
The younger man was the winner of the masturbation race,
and as soon has he was hard, he ran naked out the back door.
Susan ran after him, with his bandana, but he was up the tree before
caught up with him.
Susan climbed after him -
until her robe caught on a branch. With a twist, she slipped
free, and she tossed down the green silk, sending it fluttering down.
Anna caught it before it hit the ground.
Susan had been climbing that apple tree since she was a
child, and in
any case it turned out that Tim, whatever else physical he could do so well, was
not much good at climbing trees. She soon swarmed past
him, and handed him the bandana.
"I forgot to bring a knife."
"Well I hope you don't expect me to fetch one for you."
Susan did an acrobatic move, and hung from a branch over his
head, by her heels. He was gripping the trunk in fear.
He said: "Um. No. Don't bother. I'll go get it."
Tim was embarrassed to be frightened, but he was too frightened even to act brave, and so he
climbed down even more slowly than he had climbed up. He panted
he reached the firm ground; he was exhausted by being so scared.
he slunk into the house, head and penis hanging, he passed
erect Hungarian coming out. "I forgot my knife." he mumbled.
The night before, Tim had climbed down one tree, and up
another, to reach her, in the dark; Susan felt flattered now she knew how hard it
had been for him. Tim came out of the house again with his
Buck knife, wearing his bandit-mask bandanna.
Pelegrin began to climb the tree.
But Susan remembered that there was something she should do, so she
from a branch - it was a little too high - and she went over to
preheat the sauna, and to take the lid off the hot-tub. Then
the chlorine and pH levels. The hot-tub chlorine
was much too low and the water was greenish, so she set
the temperature to maximum, and added twice the recommended chlorine,
to kill whatever was in the tub, and she skimmed it. Then
had to recheck the chlorine level and correct the pH. Just to
be on the
safe side if there were any germs, she set the sauna temperature to
maximum too, and mopped the sauna walls with diluted bleach.
By the time she
finished acting as pool-man, she looked around for the others - and
could see only Anna.
.. Whack - "Nine," Whack - "Ten." ... the sound
from high in the tree: and the counting voice was Tim's. ...
Whack - "Eleven."
... Whack - "Twelve.
OK, I'll try it. You don't have hit me any more."
she could see from the ground, Tim was clinging to the truck, high in
the tree, while Pelegrin had been beating his ass with a switch of
Tim let go of the trunk and turned around, and
tried to walk out
along a branch, balancing twenty feet above the ground, on a thin
branch that swayed under his weight.
But he was too frightened. He went back to the trunk, and
turned around for more beating, grabbing onto the trunk for dear life.
Pelegrin said something, but his voice did not
But Tim's answer rang out - "To Run, Pelegrin. I'm
going to make you run.
to make you run through the woods like the Russians did."
The two naked men came down the tree, Tim climbed down slowly. The
Hungarian reached the ground first, and he took off at a slow jog around
the redwoods. Tim dropped some switches to the dirt, and then dropped from the same branch
that Susan had
Tim landed badly on his ankle and he was winded - he was bent over, gasping from pain.
completed his first circuit of the two redwoods and the apple, and came
bearing down on Tim, waving his apple switch, Tim took off at
lope, but not fast enough - Pelegrin overtook him and struck a him a
ferocious blow across his bottom, and continued on his path.
Tim, who was favoring one foot as he ran, doubled back to the
apple tree for a switch,
and with the switch in his hand, he put on a burst of speed and quickly
overtook the overweight professor, and struck him a good blow across
his bottom. That blow put a bit of extra speed
panting professor, but it could not last - he slowed to a lumbering
walk again, panting and exhausted. Then it was just a
matter of Tim making
after circuit of the trees, and each time he overtook the slow-moving
professor, he thrashed him one blow. But
clear the blows that Tim was giving were nowhere near as hard as the
ones his own ass had gotten high in the tree - Tim's ass was a mess.
It was too cold to be naked outdoors, and Susan was chilly, as this slow beating went on.
Pelegrin was just too fat now to be chased through trees
with a whip. Susan spoke to Anna.
"Do you want to play these flogging games, Anna?"
"Excuse me, I am not your name knowing? Missus?"
"Sorry, I should have introduced myself - I'm not at my best in the
mornings. I am Ms. Susan Thomas - this is my
"Vhy you ask if I a vhipping vant, Miss Thomas?"
"I will be getting one. I don't want the men to
say that men are tougher than women."
"You vant to prove that voman can be vhipped - Ha!
vhipped more than voman? You want to prove voman are
then vhip, Sussan Thomass - Vhip men, and do not to be vhipped!"
"I'm sure the men will be glad to let you whip them, Anna. And of course they will not whip you without
"Matolcsi is strong Magyar. He will not assk!"
But Susan was spared trying to make sense of what it was exactly that Anna did want,
because Pelegrin's thrashing was finished. He was
the face and panting from his slow run. Tim, who had run the course twelve times more
than Pelegrin had, was not visibly sweating. But
they came over to the women, they both stank. Their cocks
flaccid, and their balls were hanging low; because the exercise had warmed them
up. They both looked much happier than the freezing women.
"Do you ladies want a thrashing before we go into the sauna?"
Anna said: "I do not vant a vhipping!"
"I do, Tim, but let's just go into the sauna first.
"Susan! I'm surprised - I was sure you would want one."
"Well, I don't right now."
"Well, OK then! Suit yourself!"
Susan opened the sauna door - it was like an oven.
The sauna rocks were red hot; Susan had paid extra for
the luxury model, and the hot rocks were hollow tubes of Utah
pipestone, heated from within by gas burners.
"Oh, it iss hot."
"The sauna, much more hot than this, will get, Anna. I have not
in England or America have, but in Hungary I remember - it is when ze
water on stove to make steam iss, that the trouw very hot comes.
In ze camp, I am made this position to take."
Pelegrin crouched behind the hot stones with his back to them - with his
butt sticking out over them. If a cup of water
dashed over them now, the explosion of steam that would shoot up would
burn his bottom - burn it bad enough to send him to the hospital.
But Pelegrin kept his position - and he said "I am ready."
Tim took his apple branch, and dipped it in the container of water he
had brought into the sauna - not the sauna's jar of drinking water, which Susan hadn't
remembered to fill, but the hot-tub bailer, filled with bleachy hot-tub water.
Tim struck the wet branch across the stones; from
few drops that flicked off, a cloud of steam shot up to bathe
Pelegrin's protruding butt. Then Tim struck that butt with
smoking branch. Pelegrin said "Ahh..."
It had been as hard a blow as those Tim had taken high in the tree -
hard enough to make a bruise. And the steam must have
Susan asked him how he could endure the pain.
"Ze sauna in camp, Russian soldiers made, it was better, it had ....
ropes ..." Pelegrin was groping for the English word, and he
described it in the air with his hands - a sling.
So Susan figured out that the Russian soldiers had equiped their
make-shift camp sauna
a sling for hanging Hungarian boys for torturing, so the boy's
bottom was over the red-hot stones -
heat that would cook meat. And Professor Melman, torture
victim, called a
with such a sling "better."
Now Tim took his turn to steam-cook his bottom.
Tim stuck his butt out, and when
Pelegrin flogged the stones, there was more water and the cloud of steam was larger, and
"Tim - you're hurt."
"I'm OK. It's good."
Pelegrin was already moving into place to take another turn - and
because he was fatter than Tim, when he squeezed into the cramped space
the hot stones, his bottom was several inches closer to them
Tim's had been, and the force of the steam-cloud was directly
against his bottom. But still he was able to bear it.
Then when Tim whipped him hard he hardly flinched from the blow of the switch. "Ahh, that iss gut...."
Then Tim took another turn.
The steam was heating the sauna so hot that Susan found it
bear, but she could hardly complain that the steam was too hot for her,
sitting on the other side of the room, when the men were
taking it directly on
bottoms. She dipped her hand into the water
tried to cool herself with handfulls of the hot, chloriney water.
She couldn't understand how Tim could be enduring this,
voluntarily - it was obviously far more pain than the
smackings he had exchanged with her. Those
not been easy to take, but Susan had enjoyed them, because she had been
in a intense state of sexual arousal. But Tim did
even have an erection for this game with Pelegrin; it was a male-male
competition--they were so intoxicated with their game that they seemed to feel no pain, as well
as not having any brains.
The heat was horrible, and the smell of chlorine was making her feel
sick, and sleepy. It seemed like they had
been in the
sauna for hours; at least it was warm in here. Susan had
deeply chilled, standing around naked outdoors at dawn, watching the boys whip each other, and now she was warm -
warm clear through; deep down warm. If
wasn't so thirsty. She couldn't remember how many
turns the boys had taken at roasting their bottoms.
She was so thirsty. But it was pleasant,
this bench, leaning back against the slanted wood, listening to the boys. It was so
warm. But that water - Tim had scooped it from the
you wouldn't want to drink it. And the chlorine
Tim was so sexy, She ...
"SUSAN! WAKE UP! SUSAN!"
"What? What? Where am I? What ..."
"Nothing. You fell asleep is all. Do you want a
stroke with the switch?"
There was only Tim's voice. That was really important.
She hadn't understood it before, but now it was so clear.
had discovered something really important. She'd have to
remember it. Her discovery was that there was only Tim's
She had to remember that. Remember that.
Remember .... Everything was so clear.
clear. So clear.
"Susan? Do you Susan? Susan? Do you want a stroke with
the switch? It will feel good."
"It will feel good. It will feel good."
"Well, come on then."
Susan allowed herself to be led by the hand into the space behind the
stones, where she wedged in with her butt sticking out over them. She felt no alarm as Tim dipped the charred
branch into the bailer. The sweat was running down her back.
It was so warm ... so warm ....
"WOW! That was really something. Fire
bottom! It felt .... it felt ... well she didn't
it felt. It was ... it was pain. That's what it
Pain. That's what it was called ...
"What's happening? What? ..."
"It's OK Susan, you fainted. I had to grab you, I
afraid you would fall on the stones - I'm sorry about slapping you - I
didn't know what else to do. Did it hurt so much
"No, I liked it."
"It does feel pretty good, doesn't it. But you are
very hot. Drink some water."
"But it has chlorine in it."
"The water at the ranch sometimes tastes as bad as this. It
won't hurt you."
It was utterly foul, and hot enough to scald her throat.
The horrid taste made her feel a bit more clear-headed, though.
"There you go - you just needed some water."
"She iss tough - like you, Indian."
"I'm not an Indian. But I am used to hot sweats.
I think it's time we took Susan outside. She has heat-stroke."
"Is this Indianish sveatlodge like?"
"Not at all. A sweatlodge is very dark, and the smell is very different, the smell of dirt, not bleach, and we
sing - or at least, someone is usually singing and drumming outside while it's going
on, because a lot of sweats happen at powows; that's when everybody
can get together - the Maidu kind of like live all over California now.
And it's not like this, because it is sacred ; any sweat is sacred, my 'Uncle' says, not
the ... um, uh, sacred ones.
"Is sacred to your religion?"
"Not mine. I'm a Methodist."
"Sacred to gods of Indianish Maidu people?"
"Actually my Uncle is a Methodist too - he says it's all heathen superstition.
So he's never told me who
it's sacred to, exactly, just that it's sacred. He likes me
to wear a sash with a crucifix on it, when I do a dance, as a sort of protection against the heathen gods."
"Are you done or do you want more to do?"
"Yeah - I'll have some more. But you go first."
Pelegrin wedged his fat body into the space behind the stones. "It is Indianish initiation, to endure the pain."
"Actually, in the sweats I did when we were lashed, it
wasn't like this. First of all, we were kids.
Uncles were wearing masks - I mean, we knew it was our
uncles behind the masks, but we didn't really know.
kindly uncles - everyone was being so mean to us, all of a sudden, and
they were in the masks, so we thought it was really somebody else -
was bad spirits. Even if we thought it was Uncle, we thought the
spirit had taken him over. And when they took us underground -
earth, and we lay naked on the dirt floor in the dark and were
we held each others hands and whispered to each other that we were
frightened - that we'd never see our familiies again."
Tim whipped the red stones with the wet branch, which sent up a big
cloud of steam to Pelegrin's bottom. The switch caught on
As Tim swished it through the air to whip
bottom, the flames blew out, but the leading edge of the switch was
glowing red charcoal when it hit the flabby bottom - the
charcoal shattered in a shower of sparks. Pelegrin didn't even groan.
"So what happened then?" - that was Susan.
"Oh, my Uncle made this long boring speech about being a good Indian
staying away from drugs and alchohol and learning Maidu - not that he
gave the speech in Maidu - and so we knew it was him. I
suffering because my cousin did my body paint and it ran down my face from the sweat and got into my eye.
And I had to pee really bad. It wasn't hot enough to take the
pain away for us kids, because we had to lie on the dirt and that was
cooler. So the lashing hurt; and they lashed us for a long time
bow-strings and braided
sage whips which are sharp as knives, and it was - well it was
boring. That's what
pain is, when it just goes on and on like that - really annoying.
The pain from needing to pee and my eye hurting was worse than
the lashing - while I was being lashed my eye didn't bother me so
much, so I kind of looked forward to my uncle coming around to me each
time he made the circle.
I'm not kidding about my eye really hurting, I had a scratched cornea,
and I had to go to the eye-doctor at Chico hospital and wear an eye-patch for two weeks.
And when the sweat was over and I
could run to wash my eye in the creek, I let go and peed and my
cousins are still laughing at me for that, climbing the ladder with a
stream of pee coming out of my little white dick. It's really horrible
that, to pee in a sweat lodge, but I had to pee
Pelegrin had come out from behind the stones, and Tim went in, saying :
"Pelegrin, give me an extra stroke for pissing in the sweat-lodge when I was a boy."
Pelegrin picked up the smoking apple switch.
Susan asked : "And I suppose you weren't really underground - you just imagined that?"
"A sweat lodge is just a small lodge, Susan - a dugout. It has
on it. White people who walk by, white backpackers, usually think
a hill. If you don't leave the ladder sticking up, it's
easy to hide the smoke hole. White people don't look for the
door to a house on the top of the roof."
"That sounds so cool."
"My uncle's dugout wasn't. Well actually it was cool - it was cold
. It was horrid ; I lived with him for a
while. My Uncle said it was the happiest day of his
when he moved into a goverment double-wide trailer; he had heat and running water and a flush
toilet, and lights and a phone and an electr... - YEE-OW!
Tim had taken the steam on his bottom, and it hadn't make him stop
talking, but a blow from the switch of glowing coals made him howl.
and more of the apple switch was turning to charcoal, and the swishing
of the wood through the air heated the glowing charcoal to
incandescence - to
white heat. Susan figured there would be a stripe of
blisters - across Tim's bottom, from this one blow. The
two men didn't
have any sense - they were injuring themselves for pleasure.
"You are good spirit to me, Indian brave. I wish initiation with
braided sage whips and speech of being good Maidu. You are my Uncle,
teaching me the Indianish lore."
"I don't know any Indian lore. I'm not an Uncle and I'm not an
Pelegrin was about to go in again, for another stripe of burn across
his bottom from an apple switch that was on fire. So he would
get a stripe of blisters too. They were utterly mad. And
they were more in love with each other than Tim ever would be with
Susan said: "It's my turn.
I'll take the steam, but Tim, I want you to use the other end of the switch - I don't want to be hit with
something that's burning."
Susan got into position, and tried to remember what her first
ass-steaming had felt like. She knew she'd had
one, just a few minutes ago, but
she couldn't remember it clearly, it was all so hazy. But the heat of the room
so very pleasant and luxurious that even more heat could only feel even better.
She stuck her bottom way out, getting it really
... YAOW that hurt! And it did hurt - it hurt so much
she wanted another one! She said : "Aww that's good..."
That was the sound of something hot being dropped into water.
was going on? Susan slid out of the space behind the stones
she could turn around to see what was happening. The sshissh sound was Tim was pouring
from the bailer onto the burning apple switch, to quench the
burning coals before hitting her. Susan looked over at Anna -
"YOU IDIOTS! LOOK AT ANNA!"
Anna had fainted.
Tim rushed over, and felt her forehead
"She burning up!"
Tim ran for the bailer of water, and poured most of it onto the
slumped girl, mostly on her head. The he slapped
there was no response. Tim took some water into his mouth,
and spat about a teaspoonful into the girl's mouth. He put his
fingers in her cunt, and poured some water so it went in. Then
he picked her up, and smashed through the door of the sauna.
When Susan and Pelegrin ran out after them, they found Tim trying
to break through Susan's back fence, by hurling his body against the
But the stout redwood fence defeated him. Instead, he
picked up Anna and flung her up so she landed draped over the fence,
half on one side and half on the other, folded over the sharp redwood points
that ran along the top. Then Tim scaled the fence with a jump,
and balancing on top he picked her up and dropped her over the other side, and then jumped down
himself. Almost at once they heard a big splash, and then
Susan didn't think she could jump the fence, so she ran to her shed for a ladder. Pelegrin followed her.
"No Professor - call an ambulance."
"In the kitchen - you can't miss the phone, it's pink. On the wall in the kitchen."
When Susan climbed the ladder, she was stunned - Conchita
Karlsberg's yard was so beautiful. So beautiful. She just
looked, and looked ...
"Susan - help me."
Susan stopped looking at roses and azaleas, and looked at Tim and Anna in the
frog pond. They looked peaceful, but Anna's eyes were still
closed - and Susan began to realize that things were very serious.
She let herself hang down the other side of the fence and dropped, getting redwood splinters in her tits and skinning her
knees. She walked over to the pond with a heavy weight of fear in
"Susan ... I don't know what to do."
"You know more than me. I told Pelegrin to call an ambulance."
"Good. She's still alive, I think, but I don't know why she's not waking up."
"Did you take her pulse?"
Susan waded in, but then she switched to floating instead because the bottom was
mud. "'Her pulse is strong. And she feels normal - not
hot. And her color's normal too. You know, since she's cooled down, I'm
not sure we should leave her in cold water. If she's
in shock, maybe we should keep her warm."
"But what if we take her out of the water, and that turns out to be the wrong thing to do."
"Then we're wrong. Tim, you decide what to do - I don't
know anything, and you did pretty good getting her over here."
"OK. I think ..."
"TIMOTHY RUSSEL, what are you doing! Get your hands off that girl! Is this an orgy?"
"Mary Lou. What are you doing here?"
"You've been doing an initiation, haven't you. Tim? I can see the welts on Susan's bottom."
"Mary Lou, this girl is very sick. We can't wake her up - I think she's in a coma."
"She'll be fine, she's just fainted. We used to do
as initiations for The Togetherness. Plus anytime the Good
thought you needed more self-dicipline, he punished you with a
sweatlodge whipping until you fainted. But, Tim, I'm
really steamed that you did an
Indian initiation for Susan and your girlfriend without me."
Tim pulled Anna out of the water, and lay
on top of her. It looked like sex to Susan, even if it was really just
keeping a shock victim warm. And it must look like sex to Mary Lou, as well.
Susan asked: "How did know it was Tim, Mary Lou? He was in a mask."
Tim said : "Oh, Mary Lou has seen me bare lots of times - she knows my birthmark. She changed my diapers."
"Tim, I'm not that
old. You were long out of diapers before I started
baby-sitting you. But I
did make you take your bath, remember. And I
spanked you, too--so I had lots of chances to see your birthmark."
"Yeah, you were the world's worst baby-sitter. None of my Maidu
baby-sitters ever came into the bathroom to make sure I washed my dick
- and they didn't spank me either."
"Too bad for them; you were the world's worst brat."
"Well, maybe I did sass back my beautiful cousin - I had such a
crush on you. I used to put sticky jelly on my dick on purpose, that's how much
I wanted you to soap it and wash it for me. It was worth
it, but then you would spank me!"
"If you didn't like the spankings why did you keep doing stuff to get
spanked? Why would you come bug me when I was watching TV,
and tell me you took a cookie from the cookie jar, when I hadn't even asked you?'"
"I didn't! It wasn't like that at all. I got lonely 'cause
you wouldn't play with me. Then you tricked me. I hadn't taken the cookie."
"But, Tim, there were crumbs. Besides, when you were pyjamas down and
over my lap, I gave you one last chance. But when I
asked: 'do you
want to say you're sorry or do you want a spanking?' you said
"If I didn't take a spanking
you called me chicken and made me feel like a worm. So of course I said 'spanking.' I was just a kid and you could
make me do anything you wanted. It wasn't that I liked the
spankings. Did you think I wanted
to be spanked? You should go to jail for what you did to an innocent little boy."
Susan was racked with jealousy and fear. Tim hadn't played
the brat with her. But he
had done it with Mary Lou when he was a kid, and he was still doing it
with her now. He had "spank me, I've been naughty" written all
over his face. He hadn't teased Susan, but he was teasing Mary
Lou now, and it was making Mary Lou mad enough to spank him.
Susan loved to be
teased too; this wasn't fair. This teasing could only end
with Tim saying he was sorry or Tim getting a spanking, and it
would be the spanking, just like when he was a kid. Tim knew it,
Lou knew it, and they both knew that Tim wasn't a little boy any
more, and the spanking would lead to something more. Susan
thought: Mary Lou's marriage is toast, and sex with your cousin isn't
incest in California. Tim isn't relaxed like this with me. And, Susan thought, if he tells
had sex, I'm screwed. Statutory rapist.
Mary Lou said : "And you're still a brat, and you are still legally a
Tim, and I'm still
responsible for you to your mother--I can still spank you. And
better believe we'll have a session, with a paddle, just as soon as we
I bought a new cheeseboard when I heard you were coming.
Susan, did he tell you any Indian
legends? About living in harmony with nature?"
Susan answered no. When Tim heard the word cheeseboard he
started to say something, but stopped. Susan guessed he
was about to say the cheeseboard could be made to hurt more, by
drilling holes in it, something Susan had told him, which she herself
had found in one of the books about spanking she read in the stacks of
the library, too embarrassed to check out. But Tim was
playing the naughty boy spanked by his baby-sitter with Mary Lou, so he
couldn't volunteer something to make it hurt more.
used to talk about Indians living with nature in The Togetherness, and here my uncle
and knocks up a real live Indian squaw, so I'm the girl with a
real live Indian
cousin, and he won't tell me
anything. When Tim was a boy he just wanted to talk about
baseball all the time, or TV. He only saw TV at our house so you
couldn't pull him away. If he was watching Huckleberry Hound on our old
black and white, Saturday mornings, he would
pull down his jammies and lie on the floor, so he could be spanked
without taking his eyes off the screen, but he wouldn't talk about
his Indian ledgends."
"I don't know any Indian legends, cousin."
"He's lying, and I'd give him a spanking right now if his butt wasn't so
decorated already. Did these two spend the night in your
spare room, Susan? I'm responsible for him to his mother,
but what can I do if he climbs out his window? I can only
hope they used a rubber. I mean rubbers. But he's only sixteen, Susan.
Shouldn't you have stopped them?"
Tim said : "Mary Lou, you are jumping to conclusions. I have not
had sex with this woman, Anna Kulcsár." Tim was lying on top of Anna, and was very
erect, and was rubbing his dick in the hollow of her thigh, so this assertion didn't carry much conviction.
"Then just where did you spend the night, Tim? The last two nights?"
Tim squared his shoulders to confess to his baby-sitter: "Well, I ...
"YOU ARE TRESPASSING ON MY PROPERTY AND I HAVE CALLED THE POLICE.
Señorita Thomas, Señora Bingams, I am shocked.
This is not what
I expected from my
Conchita Karlsberg still had a
servant standing a pace behind her - and it was, Susan realized, the
same one. The boy, just her age, who had
her cocker spaniel with a sweet smile, and had winced in sympathy when
her father had promised to whip her, had been working all this time in
the house behind her own, and Susan had never seen him.
She caught his eye - he had not lost his smile, nor his sympathy.
He was certainly aware she was naked, and his eyes ran her up and
down, as a lot of men had done over the years. But almost always, when a man scanned her naked body, it was just
before having sex with her, or more often, deciding not to have it. But
this man was ashamed of the quick glance he had stolen.
Susan said: "Señora Karlsberg, my friend is very ill - she fainted in my sauna
from the heat, and we felt it was imperative to put her in cold water
as quickly as possible. She has still not recovered."
"She looks healthy enough to me - just because she is pretending to be
asleep, do you expect me to allow this behavior on my property..." The grand Señora was advancing on
Anna with her cane raised - but the servant ran and got in front of
her, and raised his arms.
"José, stand aside!"
"Mais Señora, it is not proper for you to see - there is a senor who is
... uggh ..."
words failed him, so he pointed to Tim's rigid cock.
reeled in horror as if she was having a fit of the vapors.
José kept his body between Anna and his
mistress's cane. He felt Anna's neck, and slapped her
face - not very hard. He said : "She cannot be pretending, Señora. She is unconscious."
Personally, Susan would rather have seen Señora Karlsberg use her cane
- it would take more than a slap to convince her that Anna wasn't
faking it. Anna had a
naked and very erect young man lying on top of her and massaging
her skin--surely if she was really unconsious she wouldn't look like
enjoying it so much.
That came from over by the fence, and there was also a loud clang.
Mary Lou had been unwilling to try the drop from the
top of the fence, so instead she had tried to pull the ladder up
and swing it around to the other side. But it was an
extension ladder, in two pieces, and the upper one had come loose from
the lower one. When the ladder had come apart suddenly, Mary
Lou, who was balanced on the redwood points that ran along the top of
had fallen off, into the Karslberg garden, and the upper half of the
ladder had fallen on top of her. When she tried to stand
up, she cursed again; Susan ran over. Mary Lou was
she had broken her leg - she claimed a jagged bone was sticking out of
Susan investigated - "I don't think it is a break, Mary Lou, I think ... look,
this sharp corner of the ladder has got driven into your shin and
across your ankle when it fell on you. They shouldn't make
ladders with sharp corners like this. You've lost some
blood and it might be very serious - if you've cut a tendon that might
be even worse than a break. But the bone itself is not broken."
"I can tell when I've broken my leg, thank you - what are you, a doctor?"
"We've already sent for an ambulance for Anna, Mary Lou.
You can ride to the hospital with her and get an X-ray. The
ambulance should be here already - I can't think why it's taking so
"What do you mean you sent for it? I saw Tim fling the
girl over the fence, and you ran for the ladder. Who called for
"Professor ... Melman?" Mary Lou, who was looking
very pale from loss of blood and the pain, began to laugh.
"Professor Melman? That tub of lard I saw was
Professor Melman? He doesn't have a tailor, he has a
magician. He looks good
in a suit. Melman? That was Melman? Oh,
goodness, Melman? Oh no, Melman? What a tub of lard -
what a lard-butt - what a white whale!" Mary Lou was
Susan didn't think it was funny. She was a bit sensitive on the
subject of lard-butts. She thought perhaps Mary Lou should
be slapped, but she didn't dare. José, who had
slapped one woman already, removed himself from screening his mistress
from the sight of Timmy's boner, and came over to look at Mary Lou's
ankle. It was starting to swell, and when he felt it to test for
a break, she screamed like a banshee - no slap would be needed.
"It is not broken."
"Thank you, José."
"You two know each other?"
"I see Señora Bingams at the neighborhood association
meetings. I am sorry I have missed you, Señorita Thomas.
I have attended in hopes of seeing you, but you do not come."
So the boy of her girlhood dreams, Super-boy with magic powers and an angel's smile,
had not only been living next door to her all her life, he had been looking for her.
"And Señorita Thomas, I have an idea why the ambulance is late.
Professor Melman thinks he lives on Napa Street."
"But we do live on Napa."
"You will excuse me, Señorita - but you and the professor and Señora Bingams live on the Napa Road
But as it happens there is a Napa Street in Sonoma as
well, a fact which is not well known. It is is a small street of
At every meeting of the association, Professor Melman
speaks of Napa Street - and it is true that it is
a street and not a road. I have corrected him on this but
it only makes him cross with me. So I think perhaps
the ambulance has been sent to the other side of town."
"They couldn't make such a mistake."
"Professor Melman has a thick accent, but he is impatient when he hears
the accents of Mexico - he thinks Mexicans are stupid. But
many of the hospital workers are Californios - or of Mexico.
But if I am not mistaken, the professor has something to tell us. . I think I hear
something - but he is having trouble scaling the fence."
The fence between the two yards was high, but not so high it couldn't
be scaled using only the lower half of the extension ladder, which had
fallen into Susan's yard.
It could be scaled by anyone that is, except Pelegrin Matolcsi - the
fat professor was finding it very difficult. But at last
the pudgy white naked form appeared, and he sat on the top of the
fence. The sharp wooden points along the top sank deep
into his soft flesh.
Then he turned around and hung down over Susan's side of the fence, to reach for
the ladder he had just climbed up - which he did by folding himself
over the pointy fence.
But he grabbed the ladder and pulled
it up, and swung it over to the other side - at which
point, he dropped it.
Susan ran to put it up again, but before she reached the fence,
Pelegrin had dropped to the ground - sliding down the fence on his
backside rather than his front, so it was his bottom that
filled with redwood splinters, rather than his dick. But he
landed on a rose bush, so his attempt to protect his dick was not
entirely a success.
Señora Karlsburg was examining the intruders into her yard, through her
quizzing glass. Now that José had removed his body from
between her and the object of scrutiny, she was finding it quite
entertaining. She said to Susan - "I was not aware that you had
built a temescal, Miss Thomas. I wonder if I might trouble you
on behalf of my majordomo Senor Rodríguez. He
suffers from an, um, male complaint, and I believe a hot steam
bath would be most helpful, and alas I have no such facility ..."
But before Susan could try to discover what on earth her elderly
neighbor thought that a sauna could do for "male complaint," they were interrupted. Pelegrin had untangled
himself from Señora Karlsberg's Peace rose, and came limping over to talk
"There iss vit the ambulance problem, for idiot at hospital hass sent to wrong place. It vill now come soon."
"But Pelegrin, will it come to Napa Road, or to this house on Calistoga Street?"
"To your house in Napa Street
I send it."
"But then you'll have to go back, to be there when it comes."
Pelegrin looked at the high fence, and the two sections of ladder - and
for the first time he noticed Mary Lou, looking pale and in great pain.
José was cradling her in his arms, and wiping her brow.
She was biting on a stick. Anna was cradled in
Tim's arms, still unconsious; but she wasn't pale, she was glowing -
and so was Tim. And Señora Karlsberg looked steamier than
any of them - she was examining the welts and burns on Tim's bottom
with her peering glass. Then she hobbled on her cane to
stand behind Pelegrin, to look at his.
Susan said: "Don't worry, Pelegrin. I won't make you climb the
fence. Señora Karlsberg, may I go into your house to use
your phone? - I should send the ambulance to this house - they will need
to carry out the patients on stretchers, so they must come in from Calistoga Street in any case."
Señora Karlsberg volunteered: "I will make the call, Señorita."
But José, although he was some distance away by the fence with Mary Lou,
must have heard or guessed what was being said, because he shouted out
: "Of what are you speaking, Miss Thomas? The telephone?
I should make the call, the Señora is not accustomed - Susan,
can you come and hold Señora Bingams?"
As she hurried over to him, he allowed
himself the pleasure of another shy glance up and down her naked body.
And at her face, to see if she had noticed that he used her first
Then he looked away, blushing--but smiling to himself. But
then they had the complicated business of Susan sliding in, to
take Mary Lou from his arms to hers, as gently as possible.
There was a great deal of touching between José and Susan's
naked body, including her naked bottom on his lap. By the
time he slid out from under her, he was redder than Tim or Anna.
He tried to make his good-by to Susan, but all that would come
out was "S ... " and then he choked. "S ...", he tried
again. Then he ran into the house.
Susan said "How are you feeling, Mary Lou?"
"All right, I guess. Pain is boring when it just goes on
and on like this. I have some cocaine in my house - could
someone get it for me?"
"The ambulance will be here soom. I think it would be smarter to
wait for the pain-killers they will give you - you don't want to mix drugs."
"I suppose you think I'm dreadfull, snorting cocaine. I
started in The Togetherness. Not that Togetherness was about
drugs. Not at all--the Good Leader was against drugs. He always said so. But
it was a real hard time for me, when the group started to go bad, and
we started selling to make money. There was some bad stuff going
on and I had--it was really bad--I just had to get
out in '73. The Good
Leader said I would die like a dog for leaving. That I didn't
have what it takes. I left the drugs but they didn't leave me."
"I don't judge you at all, Mary Lou." - this felt to Susan like a
dreadful thing to say, but she couldn't think of anything else.
Mary Lou continued to talk about the Good Leader and
his appetites, but Susan did not listen. She was watching
Tim and Anna. He was hugging her tight, and cradling her head,
and he had a very hard erection which was pushing into the groove
between her belly and her leg - and they'd been like that for a
quarter of an hour. And he was moving just enough so his
erection was sliding up and down, just a bit, in that groove. He
was gently rubbing her skin with his hands; which was proper
first aid for shock. He brushed the hair from her eyes.
José had dropped his short Mexican jacket, a black
bolero, over her torso, so when Tim ran his hands over her, under the
jacket, Susan could not see exactly what he was doing, but it wasn't
hard to figure out; he was lightly pinching and fondling her tits. And
then his right hand went lower.
And if she's unconscious, Susan thought, then I am the Queen of Hungaria!
The signs of Anna's orgasms were pretty obvious, Susan thought.
And then she thought that maybe they weren't. Maybe I'm
imagining the whole thing - maybe Tim is just doing what you are
supposed to do, first aid for a shock victim. Maybe Anna's panting is normal too. Certainly Tim's was.
And then Anna turned bright red. An orgasmic flush
- rare and very special, and Anna must have one of the finest in the
world. Susan knew about them because an ex-boyfriend had told
her; they were something else that men liked, besides big tits and a cunt that got wet,
that Susan didn't have. Tim pulled his hand out from under the
looked at it in horror - he must think he's just orgasmed her to death,
Susan thought. He must be worried that masturbating a shock
victim is fatal. But Anna continued to breathe, and it was
hard to believe there was anything wrong with her, to look at her.
And then, out of relief, Tim kissed her, very tenderly, on her
And Susan was over him. Just like that.
Half-fucking Anna's thigh,
and giving Anna pleasure with his fingers on her huge lovely tits,
and then her clit, Susan
could bear - it only made her jealous; it just made Susan pity her own
ugly body, and feel envious of Anna's. She didn't blame Tim
for normal male appetites.
She liked that about him, in fact, that he was so very
sexual. But a kiss of affection was too much. She
nothing any more for Tim. Perhaps José could
use some help with his male complaint.
But Señora Karlsberg seemed to know
altogether too much about her servant's problems in the male
The Señora was inspecting
the flogged buttocks of Tim and Pelegrin very closely, as well as
Susan's buttocks. So if
Susan managed to get
José into the sauna with an apple switch, to do something about
his male complaint, perhaps they might not be alone. But
case she was over Tim. She had known all along he couldn't
possibly desire her. He had made a much better choice in Anna,
obviously. And of course he could get Anna if he wanted
her. Susan might be over Tim, but that didn't change the simple
objective fact that he had the hottest male body in Sonoma County.
she'd taught him not to wear underpants. Susan always thought
that even ugly men would get all the women they wanted if they would
just let their erections show. She herself would go with any man who saluted.
"He hasn't fucked her! He hasn't fucked her!" - that was
Mary Lou - in pain, but very excited about something.
"Mary Lou, what are you talking about?"
"Don't you see? he was shocked when she turned red, so
he can't have fucked her before. So I wonder where he's been
these past two nights. What could make a sixteen-year-old boy
sneak out of bed and climb down a tree, and lie to his old baby-sitter about it,
besides sex? And who could he be having it with? When I
saw he was gone last night, I checked - and both pairs
of pants he brought with him were in the washing machine - so he slipped out
of my house naked. Where could he have been going? What do you know you aren't
telling me, Susan? If Tim wasn't in your spare room fucking
Anna the last two nights, then where was he and who was he fucking?"
Pelegrin answered: "He with me wass. He to teach me secret Indian rites agreed, and
we have two nights passed. Iss secret only, and so I may
not the details say."
Tim shouted : "What did he say, Susan?" From
over near the pond, where Tim was holding Anna, it was a good fifteen
feet to the spot where Susan was holding Mary Lou.
Tim had heard Mary Lou's shrill
voice, and Susan's, but Pelegrin's voice did not carry.
"He says you spent the last two nights in his house - teaching him
"I don't know any ..."
"I THINK YOU MUST HAVE BEEN AT THE PROFESSOR'S, TIM," she shouted "Where else
could you have been? Mary Lou says you sneaked out of your
bedroom window, naked. Did you sneak into my yard
use the sauna? WHERE ELSE COULD YOU HAVE BEEN the last two
nights, Tim, but HOLDING A SECRET ceremony with Pelegrin? Obviouslly not at my house - since YOU
ARE UNDER AGE." Susan realized she was sounding quite
Mary Lou scolded Tim: "How could you have a ritual with him and not
your own cousin? Do you think I'm so stuck up I wouldn't
do a naked ritual? After all I've told you!" Mary
Lou sounded so much like a scary baby-sitter that Tim rubbed his bottom with a rueful look.
Señora Karlsberg was fascinated. "A secret Indian temescal
ritual in the middle of the night? Next door to my yard?
How exciting. I don't object to Indian braves in my
garden in the early hours of the morning, if it's for religion.
But you must admit it was quite a surprise to see you come out of
the water when I was out walking my dog - a pleasant surprise though it may have
Tim said: "I dont know any secret Indian .... Oh, forget it."
Mary Lou said: "This is very interesting. Professor Melman, I
am envious. My cousin has always claimed he could tell me
of Indian rituals. But now he holds one for you. So
Mary Lou seemed determined to find out what Tim had really been doing
those two nights -
and without an alibi, without a story that would put Tim
somewhere else for those nights, it wouldn't be hard to prove he'd
spent them with Susan. There were plenty of witnesses to their
conversation in the Plaza.
Mary Lou said : "So, Tim, you spent the two nights holding a ritual
with Melman. But I wonder where Anna was in all this?
Was she there, at your naked ritual? But of
she couldn't be, she's a student - Professor Melman could hardly keep his
job. I can see the headlines now - Sonoma State College
professor in naked ritual with under-age student.
Is that what happened, Tim? Because if it is, I will
tell the college. And I have noticed her comings and
goings from that house, so don't lie to me. Is it true what Melman said?
Have you been showing him a ritual?"
It seemed that was it. Mary Lou was suspicious, and she had enough to go to the college
already, and when she did Melman, or Susan, or both, would be proved
guilty of having an underaged lover. In Melman's case, that
lover was a minor under his care as a teacher. He stood to loose more than Susan. Prosecutions of men
who had sex with teenage girls were common, and the penalty was very severe. But there was one
more voice to be heard from:, Anna's :
"Of course it iss truow vhat Pelegrin Matolcsi he says. My husband he is hero of the Magyar people."