Chapter 6
"Ah, Mrs. Lanier, so at last we meet!" Ned Davis's face lit up as he confronted Barbara in the motel hallway.
Barbara Lanier did not bother to ask the strange man who he was. What difference did it make anyway? Unlike her precocious daughter, the thirty-seven-year-old matron was having great difficulty adjusting to captivity. Although she had been kidnapped only slightly more than two days, it already seemed like an eternity and she kept trying to blot out of her mind the horrendous things that had happened to her in that interval.
Embarrassed by her humble chambermaid uniform, Barbara stood self-consciously with her eyes averted, passively awaiting whatever ordeal he might have in mind for her. She could just feel him mentally disrobing her and the idea made her flesh creep.
"I've been inspecting your work," Ned told her.
Barbara said nothing. She knew that he was going to tell her that her work had not been good enough, and that would serve as an excuse for him to humiliate and degrade her in some fashion.
"I suppose it's quite humiliating for a woman of your station to be employed in such a capacity, isn't it?" Ned asked.
"Y-yes," Barbara managed to answer after a moment's hesitation.
"And that's why your work is of such poor quality," he went on predictably.
Barbara did not see fit to comment.
"Answer me!" he demanded.
"I-I suppose so," Barbara stammered, feeling thoroughly ill at ease and disliking the man's abrupt Prussian manner.
"I don't like your attitude, Mrs. Lanier," Ned said, firmly taking her by the arm. "Come with me!"
Miserable and feeling a little weak in the knees, Barbara accompanied him down the hallway. He escorted her down the back stairway to a small room normally occupied by the engineer in charge of the motel heating plant. The room was quite out of the way, and that was exactly what Ned required for his purposes.
"This is the Discipline Room, Mrs. Lanier," Ned told her at the doorway. "This is where we take chambermaids who need to be taught a lesson! To teach you humility, you will enter the room with your uniform rolled neatly up all the way to your waist!"
The attractive matron shriveled at her tormentor's words. She said nothing because her prior experiences at the motel had already taught her that her captors enjoyed hearing her protesting and begging to be spared the degradations they planned for her.
"Prepare yourself, Mrs. Lanier!" Ned ordered.
Casting the man a glance of sheer hatred, Barbara blushingly began complying with the degrading order. Slowly and miserably she rolled the blue uniform dress up in as neat a fashion as she could, becoming progressively more and more embarrassed as her black, tautly-drawn stocking tops came into view, followed by her bare white thighs and formfitting black panties.
Ned stepped back to watch from a better perspective, and Barbara was quick to discern that the brazen display of feminine pulchritude had already produced a noticeable bulge in his trousers. Holding her neatly rolled up blue uniform at her waist, Barbara stood red-faced and humiliated before her captor.
"I hope you're satisfied!" she hissed, as she noted his eyes feasting on her shapely, stocking-clad legs and nicely filled panties.
"I don't care for your attitude, Mrs. Lanier," Ned reminded her. "If you're not careful, we may have to put something big in that mouth of yours!"
Barbara shuddered but thought better of replying.
"Go on in!" Ned told her, pushing her by the shoulder.
Holding her uniform up in the required fashion, Barbara entered the small room. Ned switched on the bare overhead light, which added to the depressing surroundings. Barbara apprehensively looked around but saw nothing of interest.
Ned pulled out a straight-backed chair and seated himself in a relaxed fashion. It was quite apparent that he was readily prepared to amuse himself with his miserable victim.
"Well, what do you want?" Barbara demanded, feeling more and more ridiculous with each passing moment. "Go ahead and get it over with!"
"I can see that you really need to be taught some humility!" Ned remarked. Getting up he walked over to a small table and pulled out the drawer, from which he produced an old-fashioned, solid wooden hairbrush. Patting the brush menacingly against the palm of his hand, he seated himself once again on the chair.
Barbara viewed the formidable hairbrush with growing alarm. Thus far she had avoided any severe physical pain, since the switching Max Thompson had administered had been more humiliating than painful. She wanted to say something in protest, although she knew there was no way she could talk her way out of her predicament.
"Play with yourself, Mrs. Lanier!" Ned instructed, a savage smile on his face.
The sudden and utterly bizarre command caught Barbara totally by surprise. Surely, he didn't ... Realization dawned slowly on the hapless matron. Her knees buckled and her mouth flew open in horror. A woman couldn't possibly be ordered to do something like that right in front of a man!
"I couldn't possibly do something like that!" Barbara gasped when she recovered enough to speak. "What do you think you are anyway?"
"Very well, Mrs. Lanier," Ned announced with mock gravity. "Then I'm afraid corporal chastisement is in order!"
With no further warning he grabbed the hapless woman and summarily yanked her face down over his lap.
"What do you think you're doing?" Barbara demanded in an irate voice. "Let me go!" She started to put up something of a struggle, but Ned was easily the stronger of the two.
Holding the struggling woman down across his lap, Ned paused to cast an appraising eye at Barbara's well filled panties. He recalled how he had spanked Lila earlier and immediately noted that her mother's buttocks were constructed along similar lines, although more spacious and mature as one might expect for a woman in her late thirties. There was no doubt that Barbara Lanier's generously proportioned posterior would be capable of absorbing a very red hot spanking, and that was exactly what she was going to get.
"Let me go!" Barbara demanded indignantly. "You can't do this to me! I'm a grown woman! You can't spank a woman my age! Let me go!"
Completely disregarding her verbal protests, Ned reached for the elastic waistband of her black panties.
"Oh, no, don't you dare! Don't you dare!" Barbara screamed at the top of her lungs. Although she had found the idea of being spanked juvenile and humiliating, she had never even dreamed that her masculine tormentor would inflict the supreme humiliation of lowering her panties beforehand! Flipping like a fish out of water, the desperate woman sought to save herself from the ultimate indignity.
"Hold still or they'll get torn!" Ned warned his struggling victim.
"Don't you dare! Oh, don't take THEM down!" Barbara alternately pleaded and protested furiously. "Please, I'm thirty-seven years old! I'm not a child! You can't treat me this way! Oh, please, don't take THEM down!" The hapless woman broke into sobs of distress and continually looked back over her shoulder to see what was happening.
Despite all of her protests, pleas, struggles and tears, Barbara Lanier's black nylon panties came down inside out in the most lewd manner possible. Ned's eyes lit up with appreciation as Barbara's gorgeous, fully ripe and spacious bare buttocks came into full view. The two mature, pink-white mounds were simply twitching with fear and vulnerability, and the flexing muscles created an obscenely provocative effect. Ned made sure that her panties were pulled down well below the tops of her tautly drawn black stockings.
"Oh, how can you do something like that?" Barbara was as outraged as she was humiliated. "Oh, this is horrible! I'm a grown woman! You can't do this to me! Let me go! For heaven's sakes!"
"You have very lovely buttocks, Mrs. Lanier!" Ned remarked, lightly passing his hand over the satiny smooth flesh.
"Oh, take your hand away!" Barbara screamed. "Don't you dare handle my bottom like that! Oh, this is terrible!" The miserable woman tried to push his hand away, but he easily caught her wrist and turned it aside.
Ned was thoroughly enjoying her degradation and was sporting a firm erection. "And after I've spanked those gorgeous buttocks of yours, Mrs. Lanier, I'm going to kiss them better!" he told her just to torment her all the more.
"Oh, my Goddddddd!" Barbara screamed with total revulsion. "How can you even say something like that! Oh, my Goddddd!" Shriveling with horror, the tearful young matron could hardly believe her ears.
"Now it's time for your spanking, Mrs. Lanier!" Ned announced.
"Well, get it over with!" Barbara demanded although she soon had good cause to regret those words.
Holding the bare bottomed, miserably wriggling woman down with his left forearm and hand, Ned got a good grip on the hairbrush and lifted it in the air. The hardbacked brush fell exactly where it was aimed, squarely across the crevice of Barbara Lanier's aristocratic bottom. SMACK!
"YEOWWWW!" Barbara screamed bloody murder as bare wood met bare feminine flesh with a noisy splat! The inexperienced woman had no idea that a hairbrush would sting like that! Her spacious buttocks jackknifed upward in a wild bucking fashion, while at the same time her brunette head snapped back and her stockinged legs swung back and forth. "Oh, no, stop! Stop! Stop!" Horrified by what she was apparently expected to endure, the young matron immediately began pleading frantically.
An angry blush appeared across Barbara's curvaceous bottom as Ned lifted the hairbrush. Splat! This time the solid hairbrush landed squarely upon the lower base of Barbara's right buttock.
"OWWW!" Barbara yelped, once again jackknifing around on her tormentor's lap and making something of a struggle to protect her poor bottom. "Don't please! Oh, my God! Oh, this is terrible! I can't take this! I can't! Oh, this is awful!" Tears coursing down both cheeks, the distraught woman looked back anxiously over her shoulder. "Oh, please! The pain, I can't take it! Stop, please! For heaven's sake!"
"You need discipline, Mrs. Lanier!" Ned tormented the miserable woman.
SMACK! The third hairbrush spank splatted against Barbara's left bottomcheek in noisy fashion.
"OWWWWWW!" Barbara screamed in a shrill voice that mingled pain with total despair. Her shapely, stocking-clad legs flew upward with a flash of nylon and her brunette hair tossed wildly as her head snapped back reflexively. "Oh, no, stop! Oh, my God! This is terrible! Please, you're hurting me!"
Smack! Whack! Crack! The crisp sound, hairbrush spanking that ensued was a classic. Ned swung the old fashioned wooden brush with firm hairbrush stroke, moving up one side and down the other. Crying with pain and shame, Barbara continually howled and screamed and carried on like a juvenile rather than a fully mature woman of thirty-seven. Her stockinged legs swinging merrily back and forth in a wild dance of pain, the miserable woman tossed and turned in a desperate but futile effort to avoid the fiery kiss of the hardbacked hairbrush. She didn't have to be told how much she was exposing herself, but her flaming hindquarters gave her absolutely no choice in the matter.
"Ouch! Owww! Ahhh! Oooooh! No! I'm burning up!" Barbara hysterically screamed, jerking and twitching her reddening buttocks with totally uncontrolled movements. "Oww! I can't stand it! Oh, my God! Oh, this is awful! Ouch! Owwwww! Stop! Owwwwww!"
Observing his victim's anguished reactions with sadistic gratification, Ned continued applying the solid hairbrush to the attractive society woman's hotly burning buttocks. He carefully spread the spanks around in a somewhat even pattern, even spanking down the backs of her legs to the tops of her tautly drawn black stockings. The entire panorama of feminine distress, from her tear-stained, pain-twisted face to her crimson, frantically jerking hips to her prettily swinging, nylon-clad legs, provided him with sadomasochistic pleasure.
"Owww! Ouch! Owww! Oh, my! Don't! I beg you!" Barbara wretchedly begged, although her sobs made her words difficult to understand. "Owww! Oh, my Goddddd! This is torture! I can't stand it! I cannnnnn't!"
"Your buttocks are getting red, Mrs. Lanier!" Ned Davis tormented the miserable woman.
And indeed they were. In fact, as the blood came to the surface of the soft, downy cheeks of Barbara's plush buttocks, the color had passed from pink white to rose to vermilion and on to carmine, cardinal and crimson. And at the moment, the two shimmering globes were a rich magenta and were burning like the fires of Hades. The sobbing, miserable woman matron felt as if she had been sitting on an oven, and at the moment her pain and blisters were of far more importance than the humiliation she was enduring.
"Owwww! Ahhhh! Ouch! Oh, God, I can't stand it! I can't!" Barbara cried out in total despair. "Oh, my God, they're so hot! I can't stand it! Have mercy, please!"
Whack! Splat! Smack! Ned Davis polished off the job of hairbrush spanking Barbara Lanier's comely buttocks. By the time the last spank fell, the young matron's hip sand upper thighs were totally in flames and a pretty crop of blisters were visible on both cheeks. Sobbing and in hysterics, Barbara lay in a state of collapse across her executioner's lap with her thoroughly spanked posterior simply twitching.
"To the comer with you!" Ned Davis announced after a pause to enjoy the scenery.
"W-what?" Barbara asked, not comprehending the juvenile humiliation he had in mind for her.
"Keep holding your uniform up!" Ned ordered as he lifted the sobbing woman to her feet.
Miserably holding her blue dress up to the waist and nearly tripping over her lowered panties, Barbara was rapidly escorted to the comer with several firm smacks across her glowing bottom.
"Oh, noooooo!" Barbara gasped with humiliation and despair as she found herself standing in the comer bare bottomed, burning and disgraced.
"Keep your spank spot bare," Ned instructed as if he were speaking to a naughty child rather than a fully mature woman. "And don't rub it!"
Thoroughly relishing the sight of a grown woman standing in the comer holding up her dress to reveal her freshly spanked buttocks, Ned could not resist making a record of the occasion. He quickly produced a small camera he had placed in the room earlier in anticipation of that possibility, and before Barbara realized what he had in mind snapped a photo of her standing in total disgrace.
"W-what do you thing you're doing?" Barbara gasped when she saw what had happened.
Without replying Ned pulled his chair up behind the miserable woman and sat down.
"Now what?" Barbara asked in an alarmed voice, cringing at the possibility of more mistreatment. "Please, don't hit me!"
"Don't worry, Mrs. Lanier," Ned spoke in a surprisingly reassuring voice. "I'm going to kiss your bottom better just like I promised!!"
"Oh, noooooooo!" Barbara protested in a shocked voice, shuddering at the obscene suggestion.
Holding her at the waist with both hands, Ned leaned forward and planted a light, lingering kiss squarely on Barbara's satiny right buttock!
"Oooooh, how can you?" the young matron squirmed with shame and embarrassment at the lewd caress.
Slowly and with a gentleness that seemed quite out of character for such a sadistic man, Ned Davis kissed Barbara's blistered buttocks all over with affectionate, lingering kisses. Although the lewd caresses produced a running commentary of shocked, disgusted remarks from his squirming, wriggling victim, Ned knew only too well that she was secretly enjoying the debauchery of the occasion.
And Barbara knew it, too. In fact, during the severe spanking he had administered she had become sexually attracted toward her tormentor in a compelling, strangely disturbing, manner. Slowly and with no real understanding of the subject, the theretofore inexperienced housewife was becoming aware of her own basically masochistic nature, and the fact that she could be aroused to sublime sexual heights by pain and humiliation.
"Ooooh, how can you do that?" Barbara protested, still quite unwilling to admit her true feelings to her sadistic captor.
"Now, Mrs. Lanier, I have another present for you!" Ned announced, his gentle mood abruptly vanishing as quickly as it had arrived. Standing up, he turned the chair around and pushed it a few feet away. "Bend over the chair, Mrs. Lanier!" he ordered, grabbing her by the arm and pointing her in the direction of the chair.
Barbara was aware of the bulge in his trousers as she went past him, and fearfully wondered what that would mean for her. With her blue uniform dress still gathered up around her waist and her panties down around her ankles, Barbara anxiously bent over the back of the chair. She was sopping wet between the legs and secretly hoping that he would provide the fulfillment she desperately needed. But Ned had a nasty surprise in store for her!
Stepping up behind the bent over woman, Ned pulled a small tube of Vaseline from his pocket. Working quickly and in an almost clinical fashion, he began dabbing a large quantity of Vaseline between the crevice of the young matron's buttocks!
"OH, NOOOOO!!!!!" Barbara screamed in horror and terror when she realized what he was planning. "OH, NOOOOO!!!! OH, PLEASE, NO, ANYTHING BUT THAT!!!" The horrified woman tried to twist away from her assailant's lewdly exploring hands, and in the process nearly tripped over her lowered panties.
"I'll tie you down over that chair if I have to!" Ned warned, yanking at her waist to keep her in position.
"OH, NO, DON'T!! PLEASE, I COULDN'T STAND IT!!! NO, DON'T!!!! OH, PLEASE DON'T!!!!" Sobbing and nearly in a state of collapse, Barbara piteously begged, her captor to spare her what she regarded as the ultimate pain and humiliation. Her scarlet, blistered buttocks twitched and flexed in frantic anticipation of the mistreatment to come.
Ned quickly undid his fly and hauled out his crisply erect, blood-filled cock, and quickly dabbed some Vaseline over the mushroom-shaped crown.
"OH, NOOOOOH" Barbara gasped as she caught a glimpse of the huge masculine spear with which she was about to be impaled. "IT'S TOO BIG!! OH, MY GODDDDD!! HAVE MERCY!!! OH, NOOOOO!!"
"You're gonna get butt fucked, Mrs. Lanier, so you might as well quit complaining!" Ned laconically told the stricken woman.
"OOOHHH, NOOOO!" Barbara wailed with self-pity and despair.
Ned quickly stepped up behind her and employed his fingers to separate the flaming cheeks of Barbara's spacious behind. Wincing noticeably and nearly collapsing over the back of the chair, Barbara fearfully awaited the lewd assault with feelings of total despair and degradation. Maneuvering behind her, Ned aligned his throbbing prick with the tiny, Vaseline coated pink aperture. Holding her in position, he thrust forward like a stallion.
"OWWWWWWWW!!!" Barbara's earsplitting scream echoed against the walls of the small room. The intense pain made her entire body jerk convulsively, as if a powerful electric shock had suddenly been administered to it.
Ned gasped with satisfaction as he felt the oversize crown of his penis penetrating and expanding his victim's anal canal. He paused after the initial insertion and prepared to enjoy dilating the exquisitely tight tunnel.
"OWWWWW! IT'S TOO BIG! IT WONT FIT!!!" Barbara screamed in anguish. "OWWWWW! MY, GOD, TAKE IT OUT!!!!"
Holding the wriggling woman by the waist, Ned thrust forward in gradual stages. Screaming at the top of her lunges, Barbara could feel her narrow channel involuntarily expanding as the powerful masculine intruder moved relentlessly forward. Her rectal muscles instinctively flexed to expel the indecent invasion, but lacked the power to do so. Instead, the spasms merely had the effect of providing more sexual pleasure to Ned's hotly pulsating penis.
"Oh, my God, oh! Oh, no!" Barbara felt as if she had been torn apart by the time the penetration was completed. "Please, I can't stand it! It hurts something awful!"
"Now you're gonna get a real hard butt fucking, Mrs. Lanier!" Ned promised.
Holding the wriggling woman, he began thrusting back and forth in a wonderful tight, warm channel. Each powerful thrust forward produced an anguished sob from the distraught young matron, who at times thought she could hardly endure the suffering and shame she was experiencing. As he stroked back and forth, Ned slipped his hands around in front and lewdly began caressing his victim's hot, wet cunt. A warm feminine waterfall greeted him and he slipped his fingers into the juicy, thick gash to caress her sensitive little button.
"Oooooh! Oh, it hurts! Oh, your fingers ... "Barbara gasped. Deeply ashamed to be so sexually aroused under such degrading circumstances, the hapless woman nevertheless found herself completely caught in the throes of debauched pleasure. "Oooh! Ouch! Oooooh! Ouch! Oh, my!"
Tormented by the combination of probing masculine fingers and deep anal penetration, Barbara began moving her hips around in a manner that she would normally have found totally shameful and abandoned. As his pounding cock moved back and forth in the narrow space, Ned could feel her gluteal muscles grabbing and snapping at him in an almost convulsive fashion. Lewdly caressing her ticklish clitoris and deliciously wet vaginal canal, he began thrusting with powerful strokes that afforded him the maximum penetration. Finally, he simply let go and sent voluminous spurts of murky masculine cream shooting into the squirming woman's anal canal.
"Ooooohhhhh!" Despite her shame and disgrace, Barbara could not conceal the exquisitely masochistic climax that suddenly swept over her with the force of a hurricane. As Ned stepped back and began replacing his prick in his trousers, the tormented housewife sagged weakly over the back of the chair.
"You can put your pants on and go back to work, Mrs. Lanier," Ned said matter-of-factly as he prepared to leave. "Oh, by the way, I don't see why I should be calling you Mrs. Lanier any more. Let's see, how about Babs?"
"Oh, no!" Barbara protested. It was a nickname she despised.
"See you around, Babs!" Ned remarked as he went out the door.