Chapter 7
Kathy eagerly counted the days until Mathew would make his promise good. She had never known how much having him as her slave would mean to her, but she had be honest and admit that it meant a great deal indeed.
Aside from all the usual boring routine that surrounded the house, she had nothing to look forward to. Her father would spend hour after hour with her step-mother. They would go off to the rear of the house like a couple of teenaged kids and pitch horse-shoes. Horseshoes mind you, for hours on end.
Her step-mother would blow smoke at the ceiling, sky or rafters whenever Kathy made a comment. There had grown up between them in the recent days a unspoken understanding that neither would bother the other.
Kathy wasn't certain who had initiated this agreement, and she wasn't sure whether it worked in her favor or not, she suspected that it didn't, but never the less it sprang up in record time.
Whenever they were in the same room together one of them would have the floor. One would be the center of attention. More often than not it was Kathy's step-mother, but sometimes Kathy had the privilege. There should have been some kind of scoring card put in effect as far as this went. That way they would be able to calculate a fair score.
As for Kathy's father. Well, the young girl was actually curious as to whether he noticed anything at all. Or, perhaps the old guy really liked the idea of two women vying for his attention. If that was the case, well, then at least it was understandable, and at least he wasn't senile or anything.
So Kathy had pretty well written her parents off. She knew that she would never be able to have any type of relationship with her step-mother. That was just out of the question. And she knew that her father's time was divided, and not equally at that. So, what was left for her? Abusing the boy next door, that was to be her only entertainment for the entire vacation. Well, and that wasn't so bad. As a matter of fact he was coming along quite nicely.
The day that Mathew was due to come over for his return engagement was a genuine cause of celebration for the young girl. For the first time in her life she awoke with a smile on her face. She actually made clever and chipper conversation at the breakfast table when the three of them ate together.
Though her father sensed that something was wrong. He had never seen her like that before.
"Oh, dear, just leave her alone. Can't you see the young thing is in love? She's waiting for her beau to come over from the next estate. I for one think it's just darling," her step-mother said, and blew a large, and somewhat heart-shaped cloud of smoke at the ceiling. Kathy couldn't help thinking that if this woman lived to be a respectable age, then all of the ceilings in the house would need a good washing at least every year.
"That swindler's son! Are you still seeing him!?"
"Yes, Daddy, you know I am," Kathy replied sweetly. Even her father's foul mood couldn't rain on her parade. In just a matter of hours she would have a nice firm stud to tie-up and whip.
"I don't like him. I don't like him at all. The last time he was here all of his clothes were rumpled. He looked like one of those punky rocky musician types. I don't care for them. All they sing about is throwing up on each other. I ask you what kind of music is that?"
"Oh, father, Mathew is not a punk musician. And even if he was, why they don't sing about throwing up on each other," Kathy said sweetly, trying to calm the old guy down.
"Yes, they do. I saw it on the news. I even saw one of them, why he had a Tee-shirt, it said eat the rich, right on front of it. Shameful. Shameful. Why can you imagine my dear?" he said. Kathy recognized his tone. He was ready for an argument. And she was going to make certain it wasn't with her.
"Why dear, don't take it personally. I'm sure that it had nothing to do with us," his wife said, reaching a long, and still shapely arm across the table to pat his hand gently.
"Why, my great-great grandfather worked hard for the money we enjoy today. He worked good and hard in a hazardous business so that we could enjoy the fruits of his labors," the Captain said, his voice growing quite, and smoothly quiet.
"Father-your great-great grandfather made his living selling guns to both the North and the South in the Civil War. And then there's your father, who when Prohibition came, anchored a ship full of the best Tennessee whiskey he could lay hand to, just outside the three mile limit," Kathy said. She could hear her own voice rising, and she knew that she was getting mad, but she couldn't control herself.
"Kathy please. I see no reason to persecute the dead. What they did they did for a very good reason," the Captain said, his voice growing weak, when it dawned on him, as if for the first time, what that reason was.
"Oh, come now father, what they did they did for greed. And you haven't worked a day in your life. Except of course for the commission that someone got for you during the war. A war, I might add, that you spent behind a desk at Fort Dix New Jersey," Kathy blurted out.
The young girl was so filled with emotion that she stood from the table and ran from the room. There was simply no way to control herself, or her father, she thought.
For another girl, a weaker girl, such a confrontation with her father would have spoiled her entire day. Another girl wouldn't have been able to look a sex slave in the eye. But not Kathy Cumwot. She merely ran up to her room. Changed her clothes, took another shower, and washed the entire incident from her mind.
So, when Mathew arrived in the late afternoon, she was all ready for him. She was primed and ready to go.
Kathy saw at once that the boy was nervous. He was practically quaking in his hand-sewn English boots. He was the very picture of the upper-crust, in both the way he acted and spoke, but deep down, in his eyes, Kathy could see the lust and the fear. There was no denying that.
"So, how about a walk in the woods, I can show you some interesting features of the estate," Kathy said, well aware that her parents may have been listening.
"That would be fine. I would enjoy that very much," Mathew answered, his voice coming from his throat in smooth, well-polished tones.
They walked away from the house into the thickest part of the wooded area that surrounded the manor. They walked for what seemed like a long time. Neither of them spoke, and then Kathy tripped once, Mathew rushed to pick her up.
Finally they broke into a clearing. There was a small house standing there. The house was really no more than a shack, but it had a very serviceable look to it. It was indeed, very solidly built. It looked as if it had been intended to stand a hundred years.
"Whose is it?" Mathew asked.
"It was built by the game warden when we had one. My grandfather was real big on hunting. Usually he would have the warden lead him to where the local poachers were setting their traps and then he would hunt them. There are forty-seven cases of death by accidental gunshot wounds attributed to the old guy. Frankly, I'm surprised he didn't try to have the poor victims stuffed and hung on his library wall. I didn't see a scrap book once, he saved all of the articles of his acquittals."
"Forty-seven? And forty-seven acquittals? How did he do it?"
"He did it with the best justice money buys, that's only the ones he was caught for. I understand it, there was around his time, a rash of men vanishing from their homes. Leaving in the morning with shotgun and fishing pole never to return. You don't think he caught the bus to Toledo with a shotgun across their shoulder do you?" she said, he voice returning to its own particular chipper tone.
"What finally happened?" Mathew asked. Although there was something in the back of the boy's mind that told him he really didn't want to know. There was something in the way that she spoke of the deceased relative's actions that gave him the creeps.
"I don't know. I suppose he eventually fished the area out. The way that I understand it, he would arrange for interviews and stories in the local papers whenever he would re-stock the lake or release some game, but eventually even that bait didn't work."
"Do you remember him?" Mathew asked. They were at the door of the cabin now. It was wide open and the smell of musty rooms left empty too long seeped out into the sunlight at them.
"Just a little. I remember when I was a little girl I would watch him clean his shotgun. He would spend hours cleaning it. Making certain that all of the fine etching around the stock and firing mechanism was just perfect. Then he would aim at some passing servant and pull the trigger. Of course the gun wasn't loaded. I mean servants are never in season, are they, but he would let out a long, loud laugh. He thought that was the greatest thing," Kathy said, venturing into the darkness of the cabin.
There was nothing inside. A bed without a mattress stood against one wall. There were several shelves, empty and crocked, waiting to collapse under their own weight. The windows were so dusty as to block out most of the sun.
"Real nice, huh?" Kathy asked, leading the way around the walls of the cabin.
"Yeah, real cheery," Mathew answered.
"Okay, now, why don't you be a good boy and take off all of your clothes again?" Kathy said.
"Here, I mean, this place gives me the creeps,"
"Well, we can always go back to the house, and play musical beds with my father," Kathy said, her voice nasty and cold.
Mathew was genuinely curious as to how she could go from being a normal human being to being so cold.
"Okay, but ... "
"No, buts, ifs or ands ... " Kathy said, "now strip."
Slowly Mathew began to undress. He took off his shirt first and then his shoes. His underwear soon followed and then his socks. Soon, he was standing, once again in front of the girl who held such power over him.
"Okay turn around. I want to look at your ass," she said, her voice biting and seeming to hurt his ears.
Slowly he rotated. She studied his ass carefully. The welts from the beating she had given him had not yet healed. Traces of pink stripes were clearly visible over the tight trim ass.
Kathy reached out and touched one of the faint marks. The fact that it was still there seemed to gratify her. She was a girl who had always wanted to make her mark. She just had never expected it to be across the muscular bottom of a young heir.
"Okay, now, go lay down in that bed," she snapped.
The boy looked forlornly over at the rusted metal bed. Spikes of rusted springs and stray metal strips extended at odd angles across the entire length of the bed.
"But, but," he began.
And then suddenly there was a whistling sound. He knew the sound but it didn't seem to make sense.
The belt struck him right across his ass. Of course, she had taken her belt off quickly, when he was turned around, and had been waiting for the least hesitation on his part. She had indeed been waiting for an excuse to whip him.
"That's the only argument I'm going to give you, now lay your ass across that bed," she snapped again. The belt once again raised to shoulder level.
"Okay, but ..." and then the young man cut himself off.
But it was too late. The belt once again flew through the air and slapped across his ass. He could already feel the hit rising on his bottom.
Slowly the young man walked across the room, the floor creaking beneath his bare feet, and climbed on the bed. He moved on the ancient and no doubt uncomfortable bed gingerly. At the first touch of the cold metal he scraped his knee.
"Lay down on it. All the way," she commanded, and the boy obeyed.
He was as uncomfortable as he had ever been. His back was scraped and rubbed by the rusted thing. His ass, still tingling from the two strokes she had given him. It took some time, but soon the boy was laying down, his back stretched stiffly across the jumble of rusting springs.
"No, no, no, are you dense. I want you laying on your stomach," Kathy said. Each word went like a bullet to his heart.
"Why didn't you tell me ... " but once again the belt came down. This time it hit him on his upper thigh, perilously close to his half-erect cock. The more belt smacks, it seemed, the harder he got.
Once again he began the process of trying to make himself comfortable on the treacherous bed. There was nothing for him to do but do his best.
"Move it! Come on, a little faster if you please!" Kathy said, snapping the belt double as a fairly effective threat.
Soon the boy was stretched out across the rusting thing. His pale skin was in sharp contrast to the reddish brown springs that dug into his flesh.
His face looked like it was in pain. But there was another look there also. He was also enjoying himself. He loved giving up control to her.
Peeking through the bottom of the bed Kathy could now clearly see that the boy had a full fledged erection. It pointed straight down toward the dusty and cracked floor.
"Smaaaaaaackk!" the belt whistled through the air and once again landed on the young boy's firm ass. A new bright welt joined the other two new welts and a score of others that were spread across his ass.
He wiggled slightly on the rusting springs.
"Okay now, Mr. Fitz, now you're going to learn just who's the boss around here," Kathy said to take a long look at the angry welts she had raised on the young man's ass.
The springs on the rusted bed creaked and sent a shower of reddish rusting dust down to the filthy floor. The expression on the young man's face was clearly that of one of pleasure mixed with pain.
"WAAAAAAAAACK!!!" the belt came down again across the young man's firm ass. His entire bottom was a bright red now. Although the girl had only administered a few strong strokes, they were expertly placed. The warming glow of the strokes were spreading up and down his ass and the heat was seeping into his stomach and chest.
Yup, his stomach and chest!
"WAAAAAAACK!!!" the belt came down once again. The warm glow of the belt's lashes was turning into the white heat of pain. Yet the pain seemed to flow and ebb, leaving a trail of soothing warmth.
"WAAAAAAAACKKK!!" the belt hit again. There was now not a place on the young man's ass that had not been struck by the belt. Bright red welts crossed and crissed across his tender ass.
"Please, I don't know, how much more of this I can take," Mathew pleaded. But his pleas fell on deaf ears. And the apparent pain emanating from his ass fell on deaf eyes.
It was also apparent that the young man had never been more aroused in his entire life. His cock was now rock hard, and pointing straight down to the rotted floor. It passed neatly through the crazy network of the aged bed's springs and braces. Here and there the sensitive flesh of his hard cock rubbed on the rusting metal.
"I'll tell you how much you can take. You just better believe that," Kathy said, as she gently drew the soft leather of her designer belt across the palm of her hand. She had never before realized how sensuous and stimulating leather could be. The belt seemed to almost be a living, breathing thing as it took on the sweet sensuality and sexuality, yes, took on the body heat of both Kathy and the young man.
"WAAAAAAAACK!!!" without warning the belt came down again. Mathew's ass was now bright red. A thin layer of sweat had broken out across his back, and his face was drawn and stretched.
"Okay, I think that should just about do it for now," Kathy said, once again feeling the smooth texture of the leather belt slide across her hand. It seemed to her then, that the belt and her hand were one.
The young man looked up with a glimmer of hope in his eyes. And yet, behind the hope, Kathy thought that she detected a little glimmer of disappointment also. It was a disappointment that the whipping was over.
"Come here, come here and lick my boots," the young girl demanded. And as she said it, she took a few steps backward and placed herself at the opposite side of the room.
The young man slowly got off of the bed. He walked slowly and was across the room in no time and at her feet.
"No, no, no, no, no! Not like that. I want you to crawl. Crawl across the room and lick my boots," she said, her voice once again filled with lust.
Mathew walked quickly to the other side of the room. He was like an actor re-hearsing and re-re-hearsing his part. He was determined to do it right.
He got down first on one knee. Then he got down on the other knee. He begun to crawl slowly and awkwardly across the grimy floor. In no time at all his knees were grimy and literally two pads of black soot.
It took him a little longer to reach Kathy by way of his knees than by walking, but he finally did it.
Her boots were of the softest leather. They had been purchased in an exclusive shop in Rome.
With the first taste of her ankle high boots the young man could plainly taste the vegetation of the estate. It was the last faint lingering taste of the shrubbery that they had both passed through to get to the cabin.
Then he could taste the leather. It seemed to draw and melt with his tongue. It had a rich leather taste, and he could plainly feel her busy toes beneath the thin leather boot.
He licked her entire boot. His tongue travelled from the very tip of her toes to the very top of the finely grained leather where the neatly tailored cuffs of her pants hid them.
He could taste the leather in his mouth. It was all he could taste. His mouth was very dry and his tongue numb from licking. But she still insisted he keep on.
Then, suddenly, she moved her foot away. His tongue nearly grazed the filthy floor with the sudden movement. Then the other foot was presented to him. He looked at the foot for a long time. The other boot had traces of his saliva all over it. He thought about how some poor servant would probably have to shine it that night.
Mathew slowly stuck his tongue out once more. He began licking her boot in long slow licks. He didn't bother to bring his tongue back to his mouth. He kept it fully extended and let it travel in careful progress up and down the thin leash. Once again he felt her tongue wiggle and twitch under the leather. He was very sexually aroused and alert and he could feel the slightest movement in the flimsy, though fashionable, footwear.
After a long time she withdrew her foot from under his tongue. She had actually tired of the game fairly early on, but she decided that he should finish the job, if for no other reason than show.
"Okay, now, I have something else for you to lick," Kathy said, and as she spoke she very slowly began to unfasten her buckle that held the trousers up. It was only a simple task made simpler by the fact that the girl had already removed her belt.
The imported boots were loose enough for Kathy to step out of. The pants fell around her ankles and she stepped out of those as well. She was naked under the trousers.
Kathy then stood against the far wall. She stood with her legs spread wide apart, and the cringing young man in front of her on his knees.
"Lick this, big boy," she said in a voice that came out sounding like a bar-room whore's. Her fingers toyed idly amid the golden hairs of her nice little twat.
Mathew didn't waste any time. He raised on both knees in front of the girl and began licking her pussy. His tongue still tasted of leather and was somewhat numb, but he soon got the hang of it.
He had never licked a pussy from that position before. He was actually licking up at the snatch, and he found that he could do more things with his tongue as he progressed.
Slowly the young man let his tongue snake out and explore the inner contours of the young girl's pussy. He let his tongue probe and prod amid the finely cropped hair, partly gently the small pouting pussy lips to touch the salty pink flesh of her inner cunt. "Yes, that's it. Lick it. Lick it good. Stick your tongue right up my snatch," Kathy encouraged the young man.
Mathew was kneeling directly in front of the girl. His tongue was straining out as far as it could. She meanwhile, was braced against the wall. Her hands were behind her and she brought her hips rotating downward in order to meet his pleasant lapping, head-on as it were.
Then the young man began to move his tongue faster. He began to move more freely about her golden slit. And soon, he was licking and fluttering about her clit. He reached up with both hands and grabbed the young girl around the waist. His hands met at her perfectly shaped ass and held her closer to him.
"Yes, there. THERE!!!" she moaned as his tongue flew around her tiny button clit.
He held her tightly to his mouth. His lips were practically sealed to her wet pussy. Then as she began to grind her pussy into his face, he inserted a finger into her spasming cunt from behind. The finger went deep into her and began to play about as best it could amid her flexing pussy.
"OOOOOOoooooh!!!! YES YES YES!!! DO IT TO ME!! Suck my cunt!!" she moaned, now rolling her hips into her face. Her hands had come away from the wall and now clasped the back of his head to her snatch.
Then she began to come. She came in long, long waves. Her hands held his head firmly to her pussy. Her back was propped firmly against the wall and she ground her cunt into his face.
He could feel her cunt spasm and flex against his finger. Again and again he plunged the finger in and out of her pussy, trying to pleasure her.
The young girl let out a long moan of pleasure, and then Mathew could feel her relax. All of the muscles in her body seemed to go limp, one by one, and the girl slowly slid to the floor, Mathew still firmly wedged between her legs.
They stayed on the filthy floor for a long time. When the girl finally moved it was to disconnect the boy from her pussy. She pushed him away from her pussy roughly.
"Go, sit over there. Go on," she said, pushing him away from her.
Mathew took up a position a few feet from her. They were however still close enough to touch, if they wanted to.
The young man's cock was still at attention. It twitched and throbbed with excitement. There was a look on his face that seemed to be crying, "Now me? Now me?" over and over again.
"Well, what is it now?" she asked, and for an answer the young man looked at his pulsing pecker.
"You don't actually expect me to do anything about it? I mean, I've already had a perfectly satisfying orgasm," she said rather coldly. And thus saying she stuck her foot out and prodded his hard, hot cock with her big toe.
Just the touch of her toe sent a delirium of pleasure through the young man. A look of pleasure spread across his face.
Slowly the girl began to stroke his cock with her foot. Slowly she ran her big toe up and down the underside of his pecker. He could feel the warmth of her soft foot and he was in seventh heaven with its touch.
Her toe traced a lazy design up and down the underside of his cock. Again and again she massaged and caressed his pulsing pecker. Even the slightest touch, as long as it was administered by her was enough for him.
And then he was coming. He shot a large glob of come straight into the air as her toe had begun to orbit around the head of his cock. The milky come shot out a good two feet from his pecker and landed on the floor and the girl's foot.
She did not withdraw her foot at the first touch of his hot sperm. Indeed, she moved her other foot immediately into position and began to jerk the young man off with her feet.
Kathy was the kind of girl who pumiced her feet carefully every night, so they were even more tender than most people's hands.
His cock was slick with come in no time and she grabbed it between her two feet and manipulated it swiftly.
Jet after jet of milky come shot from his thick cock, and then, finally he was finished.
Her feet were slick with his come, but it didn't both her. She continued to toy with his now shrinking member.
The late afternoon sunlight had begun to slant through the dirty window. Both young people knew that it was high-time that they be getting home. They both dressed quickly and in silence.
Mathew's ass began to warm again as he slipped on his pants. He carried the reminder of her beatings with him always. The new welts blended and melded with the old ones. His entire bottom however was very pleasantly warmed indeed.
They walked slowly through the woods. Once again Kathy led the way. And in no time at all the large mansion came into view through a thick tangle of trees.
And there, parked right in front of the ancestral house was Mathew's faithful driver. The two young people parted company at the young man's car. It was as if it had been arranged. Although it hadn't.
For the sake of appearances Mathew kissed Kathy lightly on the lips and then slipped into the back seat of the large limo and sped away.
Kathy watched as the car pulled out of sight and then entered the house. The main entrance way was quiet and the girl walked directly up to her room and a long hot bath.
She had had a busy day, and for once in her life she was completely sated.