Chapter 2
They were all so excited to arrive in New York.
They came from Pennsylvania where they had taken up residence, and Daddy had decided that it would be easier not to take the car, but instead, to take the bus and "leave the driving to them."
It had been a pleasant, two and a half hour trip into the city.
Mom and Dad were sitting together with Suzanne in the seat behind as the bus pulled into the station at Port Authority.
It was a warm, summer day, and they stepped down the steps of the bus and out onto the pavement. They felt at once to be part of the city.
This was Suzanne's first visit to New York. Her mother had been in the city once before, and her father had visited New York many times. In fact, he'd been raised in Little Italy, further downtown from the point they were at upon this arrival.
Port Authority was located at Eighth Avenue, a stone's throw away from forty-second street. They started to walk up this street of wet dreams.
Many people were out on the streets, most of them buying or selling.
Maybe it was sex; maybe- it was drugs; whatever, it was available here.
The prostitutes made that known, as they raised their skirts and offered seductive come-ons to everyone and anyone. The black dudes proclaimed that they had "coke, acid, loose joints, ups and downs."
Of course, Suzanne and her family tried to ignore all of these things. Perhaps it was a little bit much for Suzanne's young and tender mind to be exposed to so much at this time. She hung on tightly to her father's hand, feeling the strength of it, yet forgetting, at this moment, that it was his punishing hand.
Her hand felt so little and so slender in his mighty grasp.
But the sight of a huge cock clearly outlined in the tight white slacks of a street hustler, or the harshness of the street music which pervaded these streets, was not enough to do more than scare Suzanne, just a little bit.
However, there was something else about this street which embarrassed her terribly, and she could feel the shaming effects of it in herself.
All over, there were sex books and magazines. They were displayed in store windows. Large posters which served as movie ads for the relentless theaters which lined this street also made Suzanne squeamish - for one very good reason.
You see, there was a heavy emphasis on spanking, dominance and submission in these posters and on the covers of these magazines. There was the pervasive air that it was alright to feel arousal over sex, but that there would be a punishment to pay for it.
The street hustlers proclaimed it in their own way; that they were selling it, not giving it away, for who'll buy it if you offer it for free.
And these posters and pictures were giving Suzanne strange vibrations in her pussy. She was very turned on by the sight of a lovely woman in skintight black leather being turned over the knee of an angry college professor who's about to welt her up a bit with his switch.
She had to look away from the picture of a pretty little schoolgirl, with a short skirt and pigtails, turned over the schoolmaster's desk to receive a beating with a cane.
It was too arousing for her. She didn't want her father to catch her looking at such things. She didn't want her mother to see it, either. And she certainly didn't want her father to see it. Somehow, she was afraid that the sight of another's bottom obediently placed in a position for punishment, might encourage his hard-on to seek other bottoms for discipline.
Along this street, there were even live sex shows of a bizarre nature.
"Black and Blue" one of the sex show marquees proclaimed in bold letters.
From inside, you could hear the sounds of a paddle cracking against a silk-covered bottom.
"She's a bad girl and she's got a big ass," the theater's hawker stood outside announcing. "Go inside and see for yourself how her big, hot ass takes the punishment it deserves. Watch it get all red. Watch the way she begs for more, then begs him to stop. And you'll even be given a chance to participate. Just take a paddle and show that bitch what her flirty butt deserves. Beat her till she comes!"
Well, little Suzanne just thought that she would pass out.
"What's the matter, Suzanne?" her mother asked, quite nervously. "You've gone pale as a ghost."
"I, um, I don't really know. Maybe I just need a glass of water and some rest."
"It's been a long trip," her mother agreed. "And it is very hot out here on these streets. Sal, let's go to the hotel and let Suzanne lie down."
"Alright," Sal replied, heading them toward the hotel in which he had made reservations several weeks in advance.
He was a little bit disappointed at the hotel when they arrived there. The ad in the Yellow Pages promised something a bit more elegant. But for the money, it was not really bad, and so they moved in that afternoon.
They had adjoining rooms. Sal and his wife were set up in room 231, while Suzanne was given room 232 which was separated from the room next door only by a bathroom which both rooms shared.
There was not much that Suzanne could do until her parents were ready to go out with her. She didn't think that she wanted to be alone on the streets of New York.
She turned on the television which the room provided, but the reception was not good, and besides, there was really nothing that she wanted to watch.
She stretched out on the bed and stared at the ceiling, deep in thought.
Then, she heard what she had not heard within the thick walls of her parent's home. She heard the sounds of them, her handsome father and sexy mother - making passionate, unbridled, animalistic love!
It was coming clearly from the adjoining room. Newly arrived in New York, it was like a honeymoon for them, and they were fucking just as soon as they could.
But it wasn't gentle, loving sex. It was rough, wild, uninhibited and animalistic sex. There were cries from her mother, stifled only by a tongue, or perhaps a cock, which gagged her down the throat.
There were grunts and groans from Sal, her father, possibly for the energy expended in getting his huge dick hard, or for the feeling of her warm and wet mouth upon the full length of his shaft.
There were growling sounds coming from the room, too. It sounded as if she were running her fingernails into his strong back, or perhaps he was growling like a vampire as he bit at her neck.
There was no way to peep at them, but Suzanne just had to take the opportunity to get closer to the sounds. She was very careful not to make a noise as she entered the white tiled bathroom which separated the two hotel rooms.
In the bathroom, she could hear the sounds they made.
"Stick it up," Sal told his wife. "Stick up that ass and take it."
Suzanne's fingers fell to the area between her legs. She started to caress the tender cuntal flesh and her fingers found their way into the slit.
She stroked at her clitty, which was very hot, as she listened to the sounds which for some strange reason caused her breathing to get faster and harder.
Her breasts were rising and falling.
She placed her ear against the door which separated one room from the other.
She felt the hot cuntal juices oozing down her inner thighs and she shuddered.
"You know what you're gonna get, don't ya?" she heard her father say.
"No, please, not the hairbrush," her mother replied with a cry in her voice.
"Turn over, I told you," her father insisted, with much strength in his voice.
There was a period of silence which seemed to last for a long time. Suzanne knew from her own experiences that a naked ass was sticking way up, trembling below the raised arm of a strong man who enjoyed prolonging the punishment as long as he could.
All of a sudden, there was a hail of blows in quick succession.
There were screams and cries. Mommy was getting her ass well-spanked.
"You need a good beating, bitch," Salvatore told her. "Take it."
Suzanne listened hard, stroking madly at her pussy. She wondered if her mother were getting the smooth side of the brush or if it was the bristles that were hitting against her naked butt. There was no way to tell from the sound of the smacks or from the cries which followed.
For some strange reason, Suzanne felt her own ass cheeks quiver.
The sound of the beating was enough to make her realize all over again what a good, hard, old-fashioned spanking at the hands of her dominating father felt like.
It didn't take long before Suzanne's cunt was quivering from deep inside.
She leaned her beautiful young body against one tile wall as her inner cunt convulsed, sending shivers throughout her body, especially at her most sensitive points, like her tit nipples, her cunt, and even up her asshole.
The juices were really dripping down her legs now.
She found that she was trembling all over. She had difficulty catching her breath. It felt as if a million tiny needles were caressing her inner pussy.
She was sure that her mother was feeling something much harder on her naked buttocks. She was sure that by now the bared bottom would be blood red.
Again and again, the hairbrush continued to raise red marks on the upturned bottom which was now squirming in vain, trying to avoid the inevitable.
Daddy wasn't going to finish until he was sure she'd had enough to learn her lesson, and after Suzanne had finished coming, she wished that she could go next door and save her mother from more pain.
But she didn't dare. She knew by now that this was part of the family pattern. She wouldn't deprive her mother of the much-needed spankings any more than she wished to have the same deprived of her.
Daddy was a strict, dominating man, and that was all there was to it.
His wife and little girl were glad that he cared enough to beat them.
Later, they all met in the hotel lobby for an outing.
Suzanne received the telephone call in her room, and she got ready to meet her parents down in the lobby. She brushed her hair, taking a few moments to stand up on the sink of the hotel bathroom to admire her own naked rear in the mirror.
She ran the hairbrush over her naked buns, feeling the weight of it and imagining all sorts of things. There were only bare traces of former punishments on her nearly-flawless ass globes. They were round and full and beautiful.
Spankable.
It was getting late. Suzanne had spent too long admiring her naked rear.
She rushed to make it down to the hotel lobby on time, as she knew that her father was a stickler for punctuality. Certainly, New York City provided enough opportunities to earn punishment points without lateness being one of them.
She rushed downstairs and found that her parents were waiting for her already.
Daddy was standing near the center of the lobby. Mommy was standing also. It was apparent that sitting would still be uncomfortable for her.
But Daddy made no mention of lateness. He was happy to have Suzanne join them. As for Mommy, she was smiling contentedly. There was no reference made to the spanking which Suzanne knew full well had just taken place.
If anything, Mommy was always in a better frame of mind after these disciplining sessions. It was almost as if a tremendous burden had been lifted.
The threesome headed off to take in some of the sights.
They went to the Citicorp Plaza in New York. It was a center of concrete and steel, very modern. The lines of the architecture played with the rest of the magnificent New York skyline.
There was a church on one level of the center, and they went inside and meditated there. There was an air of relaxation and peace there.
They admired the modern sculpture which replaced the traditional stained glass windows in this church.
Upstairs, there was a magnificent shopping plaza filled with food stores, restaurants and fine good stores. Suzanne especially enjoyed sampling the chocolate- covered strawberries. They left a real sweet taste in her mouth.
Suzanne and her mother were standing outside one of the homemade cookie stores, waiting for father Salvatore to pick out some special goodies.
There was a free concert going on in the center of the plaza. The acoustics were extraordinary.
As they were standing there, Suzanne and her mother both caught sight of a well built young man. Suzanne could not recall ever being attracted to a man as much as she was to this one. She could never recall feeling that dampness at her pussy except when listening, or participating in, a spanking from Daddy.
This young man reminded her of her father in that he was massively built in comparison to her slender, feminine charms.
As the young man walked past her, she watched the way his legs were positioned like the legs of a cowboy who had just gotten off his horse after a ride.
She noticed that his body was really well-built, and that his face was rather handsome, too. He was wearing glasses.
Suzanne wanted to say something to her mother about how much she liked the looks of this boy, but she didn't. She really wasn't all that close with her mother.
True, she shared her mother's secret knowledge of her father's hand, and perhaps that alone should have been a bond for them, but it really wasn't.
And then there had been those nightmares.
Suzanne could not forget them.
For a few moments, she forgot about the well-built young man, too, but then, suddenly, there he was again, coming in the other direction.
He was definitely heading toward them, and he was looking their way.
Daddy was leaving the cookie shop at about the same time.
He was heading toward his wife and daughter, too.
Little did any of them know what was going to happen, as the complications would be more than any of them had anticipated.