Chapter 15
Paula noticed that whenever she embraced Pat's lissome figure, or asked the saucy, dark-haired beauty to embrace her, the girl became very moody. When she gave her pussy it was with reluctance. It was one of those mornings that she wanted to feel Pat's pert breasts against her, that Pat made to leave the room with some excuse. Paula stopped her.
"What's been eating you lately, Pat?" she asked crossly. "You've been backing away from me as if I've got the worst case of B.O. on record. Out with it!"
"It's just that I thought I'd like to get a job in town and be on my own," Pat said.
Pat was naive, but she was smart enough not to hint to Paula that she yearned to live with Brenda Kenyon. Paula liked the combination of the artful experience of the lovely Nikki, plus the youthful freshness and enthusiasm that Pat brought to their frigging sessions. She wasn't one to let her go easily of a person who could thrill her jaded cunt lusts.
"You're best off with me, Pat," Paula said with a knowing smile. "I happen to have a little press clipping about a breakout from Longwood by a Jennie Gall that convinces me I'm right...."
So it didn't make much sense to get Paula angry. Although that happened easily of late. For some reason, Paula seemed to be in a constant state of irritation. It took very little to get her temper boiling.
"I'm sorry," Pat said apologetically. "I'll do whatever you say. But I'm not a prisoner, am I? Is it all right if I go out and see Brenda once in a while?"
"Brenda ugh! That fat slob. How anyone could want her is more than I can understand. Thinks she owns the island just because she's lived here a long time. Oh, all right, go and see her if you must."
"May I go now?"
"Hmmm, you are anxious. Too anxious, you stupid little wretch. You have no consideration for me. It's obvious that my happiness doesn't mean a thing to you."
"Paula, I'll do anything you ask me to. I've told you that. So please don't say-"
"Oh, be quiet. Yes, you can see Brenda. But come here first and take care of me. Before you go, I want to use that whinning mouth of yours."
Pat shuddered. But the thought of being with Brenda later made her accept her task bravely. The task that she knew would be demanded of her. As she moved to the bed, Paula's imperative gesture told her that she had guessed rightly. It was the same cunt-lapping she had been called upon to perform often. She only hoped it would be finished soon.
She lay face up on the pillow, staring at the ceiling and waiting. Then, without further preliminaries, Paula's hot, moist cunt loomed above her face and blotted out all vision. There was a moment of wriggling adjustment as Pat's tongue sought to please. Then the hairy cuntlips began rocking back and forth at an ever-increasing tempo across Pat's mouth.
Pat fought for breath. The hairy vagina encompassing her cheekbones was suffocating. But she strove mightily to give the woman what she wanted. Actually, she wouldn't have minded so much if Paula had been nicer about it In a way it was like a punishment, and was exciting.
But she knew she wasn't being punished. Paula was merely using her. Her mouth-that was all Paula wanted. That was why Paula refused to let her go. To Paula she wasn't a human being, she was just a mouth. Convenient to have around.
Funny thing. Revolted as this ugly kind of cunt-lapping made her, Pat knew she would have gladly done it with Brenda. Only Brenda, of course, wasn't like that. Brenda was too sweet and maternal to be so callous to her little girl. In fact, there were moments when Brenda was even too sweet. Except for that time on the beach there were no "Yes ... Wow!"
It was Paula's moment and Pat did her best to tongue her clitoris frantically and bring the woman to an explosive spasm. It came. Passed. As the drained figure collapsed in exhaustion, Pat breathed heavily and regained her strength. Presently the faint noise of slow, regular breathing told her that Paula was asleep and that for the moment, at least, the prison doors were open and the prisoner was free.
Abruptly aflame with anticipation, Pat hurried. In no time at all, she was pedaling one of the bicycles away from the house, her face washed, her teeth brushed, her hair done up in the pony tail that Brenda was so fond of.
As last they were together. In Brenda's bedroom they kissed and cuddled for a little while, but then the topic cropped up and they had to talk about it The topic. The one uppermost in both their worried minds.
"Brenda, I asked her again. But there's no change. Paula just won't let me go."
"Mean. That's what she is. Just plain mean. Do you think she'd really contact the authorities about you?"
"I'm sure of it. Oh, I could run away, no doubt, and disappear on the mainland and would never get caught. But that would mean leaving you."
"No, you mustn't think of running away. We're going to work it out right, darling. From what you've told me, your crime wasn't so terrible. I'm sure Paula could get it fixed and forgotten if she really wanted to. I could almost do it myself except that I've been here on St. Lazure so long that I've lost all my contacts on the mainland."
"Paula could do it? Really?"
"Yes. She has a high social reputation in the states.
Big donor to charity-that sort of thing. One word from her would turn the trick."
"Brenda, what are we going to do? I've begged Paula, but it hasn't done the least bit of good. Could you possibly soften her up for me?"
"Oh, I've thought about it. Don't think I haven't. But Paula and I are rivals-not for you, but for leadership on die island. Only I'm way ahead of her, of course, and she hates me for it. She's a newcomer here and it makes her angry when people come and consult with me about what dates to plan their parties. She wants to be the social leader herself."
"What if you let her?"
"Let her?" Brenda bit her lip. "Ummm, I see what you're driving at. If I stopped giving parties and kind of dropped out of things, she could take over. Yes, dear, it might work. I'd be doing her a favor-for one in return. It's certainly something to think about."
"But then you'd be unhappy, wouldn't you? You're so proud of your social position here. Besides, she's been so touchy lately that I doubt if she'd even listen to you."
"Oh, I wouldn't talk to her myself. We'd probably scratch each other's eyes out at this point. But I could ask Diane to do it. Diane is pretty tactful and the two of them get along quite well. It's a good idea."
Pat shook her head. "I wish I hadn't mentioned it. Letting Paula win out over you, I mean. After a while you would begin to regret it and then-"
"Regret it? Oh, my sweet baby, there's only one thing I'll ever regret and that's losing you. Social position isn't important to me now. If I had you with me I wouldn't care about anything else. I'd plan my parties for just two people-you and me. And they would be wonderful parties, too."
"I know they would."
"Honey, I'm going to do it. I'll talk to Diane and ask her to be a go-between. My mind is made up. And now let's stop this worrying. Come. Mummy wants a kiss."
Pat surrendered her lips. The kiss was blissful and yet it didn't stir her, somehow. It lacked excitement. Oh, she loved Brenda, all right, but she just didn't get that thrill she had once felt. The delicious thrill on the beach.
Suddenly-on nothing but pure impulse-she bit hard on the woman's lower lip.
There was a gasp, a shriek, and Brenda shoved her away in momentary rage. "You-you bit me! My lip is bleeding. What did you do that for?"
"I-I just felt like it, that's all."
"You felt like it? That's your only reason? That's all you've got to say for yourself?"
"I guess I was naughty."
"Naughty!" Brenda glared wrathfully. "I'll say you were naughty. Don't ever do that again. Now behave yourself, young lady, and kiss me properly this time."
"No."
"No? Pat, what are you saying?"
"I'll bite you again."
"You'll what?"
"I'll bite you."
Brenda's eyes blazed. Then there was a flicker of comprehension in their depth and they became staring slits that took on a strange glitter.
"Naughty, eh?" Her great bosom heaved. "Do you know what happens to little girls who are naughty?"
Impishly, Pat stuck out her tongue. But deep inside her there was a fluttering sensation of warmth. Her breasts felt oddly swollen and sensitive. The warmth burgeoned and became a fire in the pit of her belly.
"Well, young lady?" Brenda's tone was abrasively harsh and the harsh. "Do you know what happens to little girls who are naughty? Answer me?"
"They-they get punished?"
'Yes. Like this!" Brenda's arm shot out and got a grip. "This is what happens. Well see if we can't cure you of that biting habit."
Abruptly, Pat was hauled over Brenda's lap. Passion mounted, but still she tried to struggle and get away. But a strong hand caught one wrist and then the other and pinned them both behind her back.
"You're hurting me," she cried.
"Hurting you? You haven't seen anything yet, you wicked girl. Do you realize I've got blood all over my lip? Don't you think that hurts, too?"
With her free hand, Brenda got busy. Pat's shorts came down, then her panties; both garments hung at her knees ignominiously. As her bare ass felt the touch of cool air, a weird sense of shame overwhelmed her. She was so vulnerable, so helpless, so abashed at being handled like a small child.
Vaguely she recalled that she had provoked it. Yet the memory was only a blurred shadow now-and the shame and fear and humiliation were all real. As the heavy hand cracked down, so was the pain. Real. Terribly real.
The hand swung again. And again. Pat writhed and twisted, but there was no escape. The steady whack-whack-whack of the flailing palm was inexorable.
"Naughty, eh? I'll show you. I'll cure you of that. When I'm through with you, young lady, you'll never be naughty again. Because you'll know what's coming if you do."
"Please ... I'll be good...."
"Begging won't help." The words were punctuated by sharp slaps. "You've got this coming to you. If it doesn't work, it will be worse next time. A hairbrush, maybe. Or a big thick paddle, if that's necessary."
Pat sobbed and then went limp. Her hands were released, but she made no effort to protect herself as the spanking went on. Her arms dropped to the floor; her legs hung in lax abandon. She recognized how right it all was. She was being punished. A naughty little girl always gets punished. A naughty little girl deserves to get punished.
"Bite me, will you? Next time you'll know better."
Next time"!
Pat raised her tear-stained face, and timidly began to kiss Brenda's naked tits. She saw that Brenda had stripped before spanking her and that her full white asscheeks overhung the narrow seat of the chair. Pat kept nibbling the large red nipples on Brenda's abundant knockers in turn, and was gratified to feel them stiffening like hard rubber between her teeth. Brenda began to tremble and utter pleasurable little sounds as Pat's hands caressed the lush fullness of her thighs and buttocks.
Pat bounded from Brenda's lap so that she could position her avid lips on Brenda's heaving belly. Pat's tongue darted to the center of her navel as it peeked out of the rolling folds of sensuous flesh. Pat slid to her knees before Brenda, and the older woman wriggled her heavy thighs forward as Pat thrust her face between her knees. Brenda emitted a throaty cry of satisfaction as she felt the eager warmth of Pat's lips on her cuntlips Pat's tongue began to dart and vibrate thrillingly as if found Brenda's secret pleasure spot, her rapidly stiffening clitoris.
The chair began to sway as Brenda's fleshy asscheeks ground and then heaved convulsively as a honey-sweet orgasm fountained through her from tip to toe.
She kept Pat's close-cropped head between her inner thighs, mouth against her drooling cuntlips, as she panted, "Now you're mummy's good girl. She forgives you for being naughty...."