Chapter 9
The substantial check which Dan Wainright received from the Atlanta book dealer for the series of spanking and sex pictures he and the Sheriff had taken of Barbara and Elora, convinced not only Dan himself, but also greedy and sensual Wendy, that they had a potential gold mine in the dark-brunette teenager. As the months passed, Barbara discovered that the lush blonde who now nonchalantly called herself "Mr. Wainright's hired housekeeper" was beginning to assume the same authority that her own mother would have had had the latter still been alive. Dan Wainright's trips to
Atlanta became more frequent, leaving Barbara alone under Wendy's dictatorial supervision.
On more than one occasion, when Barbara felt herself tyrannized by the opulent blonde, she made the mistake of arguing with Wendy and protesting the latter's orders. Gleefully, Wendy waited until Dan came back from Atlanta or the carpenter shop where he spent more and more time, then in front of the jealously vindictive young woman, a tearful Barbara was summoned to reckoning over her stepfather's lap. She was ordered to hoist her skirt and lower her panties herself, then drape herself over Dan Wainright's lap while Wendy came to hold her hands and to smirk into her tearful, anguished face as Dan applied a prolonged hand spanking. Sometimes, when the fault was more grievous, a hairbrush or his doubled leather belt was used. Then, for penance, the weeping teenager was obliged to kneel before Wendy, kiss her hand, apologize for having been so impertinent and beg Wendy's forgiveness. She was then sent to stand in the comer for half an hour, holding her skirt up with her panties still around her heels to exhibit her flaming bottom.
On numerous of these occasions, Wendy, who by now could manipulate the camera as well as her scheming mature lover, took pictures of Barbara's punishment, and made several exciting series which in due course brought back rewarding checks from Dan's Atlanta contact. Nor did Barbara's stepfather bother with wearing a mask, for Wendy slyly suggested that anybody who bought the pictures would only envy him his role of chastising such a gorgeous little hussy as Bobo.
Over the Christmas holidays, Sheriff Ben Gorton brought another runaway to the white clapboard house, a sixteen-year-old golden-haired vagrant named Cissie Naughton. She was an orphan who had been adopted by a foster family in Cartertown, then run away when she found that her new father intended to share her bed after his wife had gone to sleep. In the process, she had appropriated several hundred dollars from his wallet, and the Sheriff had confronted her with a bulletin he had received concerning this theft. Cissie poignantly pleaded with him not to send her back to her foster home, and after conferring with Dan Wainright, the lecherous law officer agreed. After a torrid night of fucking on the old couch in his basement jail, Cissie was taken to the town's only beauty parlor where her hair was dyed black and cut into a chic short Dutch bob. She was told to answer to the name of Cora Nance, and officially hired as a county employee by the Sheriff himself as his file clerk.
Cissie, however, was not a tearful virgin as she had willingly yielded her cherry to a seventeen-year-old boy in the orphanage. She might even have succumbed to her foster father's lust had he not tried to force her by cuffing her around and then threatening her with a good beating with his riding crop. At once she fell in with Sheriff Gorton's idea to make erotic photos which could be sold at a handsome profit. Within a week after her incarceration in the jail she paid a visit with the Sheriff to the Wainright house.
This time, Wendy herself proposed a titillating idea for a picture series. Barbara and Cissie (or Cora, as she was now known) would be shown alone together on the living-room couch, kissing and fondling each other. Then Dan Wainright would enter the room and righteously condemn both naughty girls to a sound spanking, after which they would be "converted" into the heterosexual normalcy of fucking. . Barbara, who wore anklets, rompers and her long-braided hair bedecked with ribbons, was mortified when the opulent blonde and her stepfather outlined the plot of this picture series. The idea of having sex with another girl was utterly repugnant to her, just as it had been when she had been forced to kiss Wendy's brazenly proffered cunt. Only her being tethered over the table with her bottom still burning from the energetic spanking the Sheriff had laid on had compelled her to go through with that initial introduction into the shadow world of Lesbos. But when her stepfather warned her that any facial or bodily reluctance on her part during the initial "takes" would result in a genuinely severe thrashing with the bristled side of the hairbrush during the actual spanking shots, she tearfully consented to play her role as the innocent experimenter. After the spankings had been duly inflicted by hand both Cora and Barbara danced from foot to foot, rubbing their flamingly reddened bottom. Dan Wainright took Cora by the wrist and led her into his bedroom. The Sheriff drew Barbara onto his lap on the couch, while Wendy discreetly went into the kitchen to make a fresh pot of coffee.
Swiftly the Sheriff undressed Barbara naked save for her yellow ankle-socks. Then he had her kneel down, open his fly and take out his prick and lick and kiss it till he was ready to fuck her. Finding herself alone with the man who was the only law in town, Barbara tearfully dared to ask, "S-Sheriff, why do you and D-Daddy Dan keep taking all those awful pictures of me and Elora and C-Cora? You don't show them to anybody, do you? I'd just die if I knew anybody but you and Daddy and W-Wendy knew about them!"
"Why, child, whatever gave you such a silly idea," he panted, cupping her flushed, tearstained cheeks and arching forward on the edge of the couch to feed more of his prick toward her. "Use your mouth where it'll do the most good, Bobo darling. I want to see it stuff your sweet face and make those cheeks of yours pop out with it-of course nobody else is looking at them. Now be careful, you know your Daddy Dan doesn't like you to act uppity, so you'd best forget such notions. That's it, open wide and give me a good blow job now before I shove my cock into your tight sweet little pussy!"
Barbara reluctantly obeyed, gagging as the Sheriff overenthusiastically thrust more of his bony prick into her soft mouth than she could readily accommodate, but his excitement fortunately led him to desist after a moment or two. Raising her by the armpits he flung her onto her back on the couch, whereupon he mounted her with a single energetic thrust inside her cunt and began to fuck her violently.
Once again, as so often before, to her own anguished astonishment, lovely young Barbara Wainright found her thighs flexing and her bottom squirming and arching off the couch to meet his vigorous, rapid digs; once again, her loins seethed with the turbulent hot tides of lustful fulfillment.
When at last she had been permitted to go to her room and tidy up after the Sheriff's violent lovemaking, the latter and Dan Wainright conferred in the kitchen over coffee and hot biscuits and honey. Wendy was sitting between them to contribute her own suggestions.
"You know," Dan Wainright warily offered, "this guy in Atlanta says some of his customers who bought Bobo's pictures would pay a helluva lot of money just to screw her once. One customer says he'll pay as much as two hundred bucks, and he'll even buy Bobo a brand-new dress."
"That's more than any guy ever offered me when I was in my prime," Wendy scowled with jealousy. "You better take it, Dan. One of these days that little bitch is going to get wise."
"No she won't. Sheriff Ben and me, we'll keep her in line. She's never gonna find out about those pictures."
"I know, Dan honey, but if you bring a guy up to screw her, what's she gonna think?" Wendy anxiously volunteered.
"She'll do like I say as always. Either that, or she'll get her butt warmed for her. I'm gonna write my Atlanta contact and tell him to send the guy up."
On the Friday night after Barbara's sixteenth birthday, Dan and Wendy sat with the teenager in the living room awaiting the arrival of a visitor who would be known as "Jason". He had purchased all of Barbara's spanking and sex pictures and was eager to meet the lovely young model in person and enjoy a private screening of her dramatic talents.
"Now you listen, Bobo honey," Dan Wainright put his hand on Barbara's thigh and gave it a gentle little pinch. "You're gonna be nice to this Jason fellow, get me? I mean real nice, the way you would to your old Daddy Dan. You see, honey, I got a mortgage coming up on this house, and I need the dough real bad. I know it sounds awful, but it'd be a wonderful thing if my little girl would help pay off the mortgage so we could live all here together, Wendy and you and me, jist like we are. Will you do it, honey?"
Barbara had worn a yellow cotton frock whose hems left off three inches above her bare knees, matching anklet socks and thong sandals, with yellow ribbons in the long braid of dark-brown hair which dangled to her waist. She wore no makeup, and she looked demure and innocent, the more so since she was at the moment furiously blushing at the thought of being spanked and fucked by an utter stranger who was going to pay for that privilege.
"But-but, Daddy D-Dan," she meekly protested, "that's sort of being like a chippy, isn't it? I mean, Sheriff Ben puts girls in jail for doing stuff like that-"
"I know, honey, but this is different," Dan Wainright hurriedly reassured her, giving her thigh a gentle pat. "This is an emergency, we need the money awful bad, honey. I wouldn't ask you otherwise. Why, Wendy here would be ready to meet this John fellow herself, only he says he wants you. He's going to put up three hundred dollars and I don't know how else we're going to get that much money to meet the note that's due Monday."
"I-I guess so," Barbara lowered her eyes, her cheeks flaming again. She bit her lips and squirmed uneasily on the couch. "I-I hope he doesn't spank too hard-I've been good lately, haven't I, Daddy Dan?"
"As good as gold, sweetheart. And you watch, your old Daddy Dan'll make it up to you for this. Soon as the mortgage is paid off on Monday, why, we'll go to Atlanta, the three of us, and have a big celebration."
He saw no reason to tell Barbara that the book dealer had arranged for him to bring Barbara to Atlanta after this one-night stand and arrange for subsequent play-for-pay sessions. Also, the dealer had got himself a studio with props where he suggested even more authentic spanking and sex pictures as well as two-hundred foot films could be taken of the delectable teenager.
"Now remember," Wendy cautioned the blushing, downcast brunette, "you're to do whatever Mr. Jason wants, you understand? He's going to spank you and then fuck you, honey. And what he likes most of all is to have a little girl cry a lot and beg him please not to do it to her. When he's spanking you wiggle and beg off and finally say that you'll do anything in the world if he'll only stop. Understand? You just take good care of him, or I'll have your Daddy Dan punish you good and hard. "Oh, there he is!" as the doorbell suddenly rang.
Barbara gulped and turned crimson, her slim fingers twisting about frantically in her lap as she awaited the advent of her first "customer". In spite of her frantic mortification, she couldn't help feeling a kind of feverish curiosity to know what someone who had never met her before was going to be like when he took down her panties, paddled her hind end and then made her go to bed with him and fuck.
Wendy opened the door, and with an ingratiating smile, cooed, "Do come in, Mr. Jason! A real pleasure to have you here as our guest. Bobo, darling, come here and say hello to this nice man who's come all the way from Atlanta just to see you!"
Barbara gulped again, and her knees swayed under her as she rose from the couch. The man who called himself "Mr. Jason" was short and nattily dressed. His black hair was slickly pomaded. He had a wispy mustache, glasses, and spats.
"My gracious, so this is darling little Bobo!" he exclaimed in a thin, reedy voice as he unbuttoned his heavy overcoat which Wendy ostentatiously took. "You don't know how I've longed to meet you, young lady!"
"Th-thank you, Mr. J-Jason," Barbara quavered, hot waves of rushing embarrassment sweeping her cheeks and forehead and even her dainty little ears.
The little man self-consciously cleared his throat as he eyed Dan Wainright. "Should we-that is to say-can we discuss our business quickly so that I can have little Bobo all to myself?" he blurted.
"Sure now, Mr. Jason, easiest thing in the world, sir!" Beefy Dan Wainright lumbered from the couch to pump the little man's hand and slap him on the back. Then he whispered, "You can jist slip me the cash right now, and the rest of the night is all yours. Bobo'll take you into her bedroom and I guess you know how to go on from there, ha ha!"
"Oh yes, of course. Here-I believe this will cover it." Hastily, the little man took out three neatly folded hundred-dollar bills and pressed them into Dan Wainright's eager hand. The latter turned to his stepdaughter and with a beaming smile, directed, "Now then, honey, you jist make Mr. Jason right at home. We'll excuse you for now. And we'll say goodnight."
Barbara wished she could sink through the floor as she saw the little man's beady black eyes narrow and glint with expectation. He took her hand and squeezed it between both of his, which were moist and clammy. "You show me the way, little lady," he muttered thickly. "I'm going to be real nice to you, and I might even give you a present if you're especially nice to me."
Her stepfather and Wendy had already made for the kitchen, and so with a sinking heart and knees that again threatened to give way under her, lovely young Barbara had no recourse but to lead the excited little man to her bedroom. He at once locked the door, assuming more authoritative presence than he had thus far shown, and indeed his face had already grown stern and dictatorial. "Now, nobody's going to disturb us, Bobo darling. You've been an awfully naughty girl, and your Uncle Jason has to punish you. You understand that, don't you?"
"Why-yes, s-sir," Barbara's voice was wavering and faint as she lowered her eyes to the floor and stood twisting her hands in front of her.
He took off his suit coat and handed it to her. "Go hang it up in your closet and get back here this minute," his voice was now harsh and arrogant, and his breath came more quickly as he watched her slowly move toward the closet, her luscious bottom undulating against the tightly clinging short skirt.
He had taken a well-worn leather sole out of the pocket of his overcoat and thrust it into the back pocket of his pants. Now, bringing it out and flourishing it, he seated himself on the straight-backed chair and commanded, "Come here to me this minute, you naughty girl! Pull your skirt up over your hips and get right over my lap. Your Uncle Jason is going to spank you good for going out with boys."
Wretchedly self-conscious, shamed and trembling, Barbara stopped to clutch the hems of her short skirt and loft it above her waist, revealing a pair of transparent white nylon panties so briefly cut that they showed off the swelling base of her creamy nether globes. Also, the thick muff of her dark-brown pubis thrust its tempting, lascivious shadow against the crotch of the skimpy panties. The little man swallowed and licked his lips as she tremblingly approached, eyes downcast, fingers trembling as they kept the skirt high above her hips and loins.
She quickly laid herself over his lap, wanting to have it over with, and at once covered her face with her hands and closed her eyes.
"Reach back your hand and take this spanker of mine, young lady," he startled her by ordering, and made her realize that this wouldn't be just an ordinary spanking and fucking. "Mr. Jason" had specific and quite imaginative ideas all his own.
As she reached back to take the sole with trembling fingers, he sharply added, "And don't drop it, unless you want lots of extras, you naughty girl!"
"N-no, s-sir-"
"You're to call me Uncle Jason, and don't forget it!" He growled, giving her a wicked little pinch at the top of her left hip which made her squeal and wiggle and almost drop the sole.
"Oww, yes, I will, Un-Uncle J-Jason!" she feverishly blurted, her eyes filling with hot tears.
Mollified, the little man curved his left arm round her supple waist, his right palm lingeringly caressing the jouncy round tightly spaced cheeks of Barbara's voluptuous young bottom. Once again, clutching the sole in her right hand as tightly as she could, Barbara covered her scarlet face with her left hand and kept her eyes tightly shut. She couldn't prevent the nervous twitching around the backs of her tightly compressed thighs, which roamed the cheeks of her enticing young bottom and were plainly visible through the gauzy nylon panty briefs.
Without further ado, the little man raised his right hand and brought it crisply down on the center of her right buttock. The sharp sting drew Barbara to the realization that she had a difficult and taxing ordeal before her. She ground her teeth and tightened her lips, as well as all her muscles, to endure what she knew she must.
He spanked energetically and quickly, applying about thirty sonorous slaps all over her soon squirming, weaving bottom, drawing gasps, tremulous sobs and finally tears. Desperately she clung to the sole, and managed to retain it till at last he paused, panting and shuddering with suppressed lust. "Now then, you naughty girl, ask me to take your panties down and give you a good thrashing with the sole on your bare bottom for going out with boys when I told you not to," he commanded.
"Pl-please, Unc-Uncle J-Jason, please, I-I want you to take my p-panties d-down and give my buh-bare b-bottom a good sound-a good sound th-thrashing with the s-sole for g-going out with b-b-boys when you said I oughtn't to," she tremulously quavered, sniffling as hot tears ran down her flushed, contorted cheeks.
"I'll do exactly that. Now give me that sole and arch your bottom up so I can peel your panties down, you shameless little hussy!" he righteously ordered.
Barbara obeyed, and the little man at once yanked her panties down to her calves, gasping aloud with lubricious admiration at the spectacular bright red which he had painted on her delectable naked behind and which stood out in such lascivious contrast to the creamy smoothness of her legs and lower back.
Once again his left arm tightened around her waist as, tapping her flinching reddened buttocks across the crease with the flat of the worn leather sole, he hoarsely queried, "Are you ready for your thrashing now, you disobedient child you?"
"Why-yes, Uncle-Uncle Jason, I-I'm sorry I was so naughty-I-I won't ever do it again!" Barbara distractedly moaned as she now clasped her hands together and twisted her fingers about as a kind of physical stress to help take her mind-as well as her already stinging bottom-off the oncoming spanking.
Thwack! The sole made a loud lascivious noise, like a pistol shot, as it swung down to flatten the upper outer arc of Barbara's right buttock. Not only did it sting, but its startling loudness was an additional shameful ordeal for the squirming, tearful teenager to endure as she stridently called out, "Owwouu! That hurts so, Un-Uncle J-Jason! Please, please not so hard, I'll be a good girl, I promise I will!"
She could feel his fingertips dig possessively into the tender, perspiring flesh of her naked side as he continued the spanking. With emphatic downward swipes, at times horizontal, at times vertical, and capriciously every sixth or seventh spank, diagonally applied, he made the leather sole dance against her frantically wiggling, tossing, arching and flattening bottom-cheeks. Soon he drew really anguished cries and babbled entreaties for him to stop. Her legs, though hampered by the down-fucked panties, kicked wildly about, and he had to pull her back closer to him with his left arm every so often as he scolded her and went on spanking.
By the time he had reached the fiftieth spank, Barbara could stand no more. Turning her congested face back to him, she wailed, "Ohh, oww, I'll do just anything, Uncle Jason! Oh please, my hind end's burning up, oh please let me off, I'll be such a good girl if you only will, Uncle Jason!"
"All right. I'll give you just one chance. Now kiss the sole and thank me for spanking your naughty bottom," he hoarsely instructed. When she had tearfully complied, shuddering violently at this new mark of sexual degradation, he commanded, "Now get down on your knees and take my prick out and lick and suck it good, and then ask me to fuck your naughty pussy. If you can go out and sleep with boys, you can give your kind old Uncle Jason just as much!"
Barbara slipped off his lap, one hand frantically rubbing her swollen, blazing bottom, as with the other she groped toward the zipper of his pants, dragged it down, inserted her hand and drew out his surprisingly diminutive though fully turgid prick. "Do what I said!" he angrily growled, scowling at her and waving the sole meaningfully above her.
Closing her eyes and shuddering again, Barbara applied her trembling lips and quivering pink tongue to the comparatively small prick, for such it was when measured against her Daddy Dan's unfailingly huge swollen spear. Her nostrils crinkled, for she could detect the fragrant scent of some kind of cologne or perfume. The little man was extremely fastidious, and he had apparently shaved off all his pubic hair, even on his balls. Barbara was instructed to lick these also and then to beg him to fuck her, which she did in a tremulous, hardly audible voice.
"All right then," he snapped, rising from the chair and brandishing the sole, "now you just take off everything except those bobby socks!"
She did so and stood with bowed head, arms at her sides, like a young virgin at the slave mart offering herself to the cruel emir. He seized her by the beribboned braid and hissed, "Now march off to bed, young lady, and get ready for your fucking!" He encouraged her hasty stumbling forward with several vehement whacks of the sole against her blazing naked bottom which drew tearful plaints and entreaties.
But when she had stretched herself on her back, wincing and squirming uneasily because of the furious heat in her well-spanked bottom, he angrily commanded, "No, you little bitch, get on your knees and take off all my clothes except my socks." Again she obeyed, urged on by occasional whacks of the sole against her bare thighs and calves as well as her already furiously inflamed behind.
"Now then, lie down and grab your knees and pull them up against your tits. Bobo honey, you Uncle Jason is going to fuck your cute little pink pussy good and hard," he panted.
Dying of shame, and yet again the strange kindled fires of an unknown voluptuousness seething and churning inside her healthy young loins, Barbara grasped the backs of her knees and pulled them back till she felt her titties flattened by their pressure. He knelt before her, fondling his prick with one hand. His left forefinger tickled her reddened bottom and then the pink cuntal lips of her gaping slit.
Then with a groan, dropping the sole and sinking his fingers into the sides of her flexing thighs, he thrust his small but hard prick deep into her cunt and began to fuck her savagely. Barbara's head turned back and forth on the pillow, her hips swiveled and jerked and squirmed as he rapidly gouged in and out of her. His prickhead brushed her clit, making the seething sensation inside of her intensify at each new touch. And when he shot his bubbling jism into her churning vaginal scabbard, Barbara's body jerked and threshed, her legs frantically weaving, mewling sounds of involuntary rapture escaping her panting young mouth.
It was three in the morning before the insatiable little man had finished with her. After that first fuck, Barbara had been obliged to give him a tongue bath from neck to socks, working on his prick to fortify him for a second engagement within her tight humid little cunt. To revive himself still further, he sat up on the bed and made her lie across her lap from the left so he could slap her creamy thighs with his left hand while frigging her clit and tickling her twitching cuntal lips with his right forefinger. Barbara was then instructed to get on all fours and bury her head in the rumpled pillow while he fucked her dog-fashion. Then, for a lengthy period while he smoked cigarette after cigarette, he made her tell him about her spankings from her stepfather and Wendy and how she was dressed and what her reactions were. He concluded by making her sit on his lap facing him, while he played with her titties and obliged her to arch herself up and down till the constricting walls of her furiously aroused cuntal sheath drew forth his last essence.
He had fallen asleep and was snoring, as Barbara tiptoed out of the bathroom after having applied several towels soaked in cold water to alleviate the burning pangs of her well-spanked bottom. She noticed that he had left a briefcase and his wallet lying on her table by the window, and that a letter protruded from the wallet. Moving to the table and turning on the little lamp, she reached for the letter out of an impulse of curiosity and unfolded it. Her eyes widened and she put one hand over her mouth to suppress the horrified gasp. It was a letter from the Atlanta book dealer to her stepfather, advising him that "Mr. Jason" was in reality the owner of an exclusive bordello on the outskirts of Atlanta and that he was willing to pay Dan Wainright several thousand dollars for the privilege of having "Bobo's complete services" for the period of a year. In addition, there would be extra royalties paid on the series of pictures already taken as well as on all future pictures and films.
She folded the letter and put it back into the wallet, trembling violently. Now she clearly understood why Daddy Dan had bought that camera, why he had hired Wendy as his "housekeeper." It had been bad enough when he'd spanked her into going to bed with him, her own stepfather, but now he was going to sell her as a common little whore. And all this time, all those pictures which he'd assured her were just for his own souvenirs, had been sold for money to men just like this awful little man. Men who had got excited over them and who had wanted to spank and fuck her.
She stood a moment, undecided, and then she drew a deep breath. Swiftly she dressed in her best undies and frock, untied the braid of hair and combed it out after throwing away the ribbons with a grimace of disgust. Putting on her coat in the closet, she tiptoed back to the table and examined the wallet. There were several hundred-dollar bills in it, and she pocketed them. Glancing back at the bed to make sure the little man was still peacefully snoring, she carefully opened the briefcase. Another surprise awaited her: cellophane-wrapped packets of photographs which she recognized as being from her own many "disciplinary spankings". Worst of all were the pictures of her and Elora bound over the table being spanked by Daddy Dan and Sheriff Ben.
These two sets she pocketed, and then very carefully went out of the bedroom, waited a moment as she stood in the hallway to make sure no one else was awake, and then left the clapboard house forever.
She knew that Daddy Dan left his ignition keys in the Ford which he kept parked in the little lean-to up against the side of the house, and she knew how to drive it because he'd shown her once or twice when he had been in a particularly jovial mood. Clambering in behind the wheel, she started up the car and headed it out along the dirt road into the main highway that would take her out of Macon County. She didn't know just where she was going, but as far away from this place as she could get.