Chapter 7
It was about ten days before the beginning of school, and Eleanor Hadley had finally hit upon a plan which would involve Hester in the subtle and complex web of parental chastisement in such a way that she needs must take compassionate sides. Once having done that, the beautiful brown-haired matron reasoned, precocious and diffident Hester would be so intimately acquainted with the practice that the final and transitional step of making her a victim instead of a mere onlooker or witness would be inevitable.
Eleanor had mentioned her idea to Arthur, who, arduously involved in setting up his own office and contacting potential new clients so that he could begin an even increased earning power for his new family, enthusiastically gave her the go-ahead approval: "I'm convinced by now, Ellie darling, that whatever you do will be right for Hester, just as what you've already done for Betty has turned out so beautifully. I want her to have to deal with you, appeal to you as her judge, and not look to me for protection. That's why I'm just as glad that I'm so busy practically night and day down at that new office of mine. After it's all over, I have a feeling that our domesticity is going to be closer than ever."
His beautiful, voluptuous brown-haired wife chuckled softly with agreement as she put her arms around him and pressed her pussy insinuatingly against his crotch, murmuring into his lips, "I've nothing to complain about thus far, Arthur honey. You just keep taking care of me the way you've been doing ever since our wedding night, and I've got a feeling this marriage is for keeps. Now you hurry off to your office before I forget that I'm a practically forty-year-old woman and the mother now of two very different and complicated daughters!"
No sooner had he left for the shopping center mall where his new office was located than Eleanor, profiting from the fact that her new stepdaughter Hester was still dawdling abed, tiptoed down the hall and knocked softly at Betty's door.
That charming golden haired nymph, most delectable in her yellow cotton pajamas, was just about to get up for breakfast, and answered the knock at the door with a tremulous, "Come in!"
Her mother entered and silently closed the door behind her. Betty's eyes widened, and she gulped nervously, swiftly searching her mind to remember what she had done lately that could sentence her to an unforeseen and unexpected dose of strap oil. But her mother's first words at once dispeled this guilty notion: "Don't be alarmed, darling, I just wanted to have a very private little talk with you, because you can help me, if you will, Betty dear."
Eleanor Hadley was extremely provocative in her green satin negligee under which she wore bra and panties, and her mules. Seating herself on the straight-backed chair near Betty's dresser, she beckoned to her golden-haired daughter, who with a little sigh of happiness hurried over to her, seated herself in Eleanor's lap and immediately linked her beautifully rounded satiny pink arms around her mother's neck and laid her cheek against Eleanor's. Betty loved these intimate moments of cuddling, even after a spanking; as a matter-of-fact, it was immediately after a spanking that this consolational ritual most gave her the feeling of being loved and of having security and forgiving her after she had been naughty.
"How's my darling big girl?" Eleanor whispered, stroking Betty's golden page boy with one hand and the girl's young resilient haunch with the other.
"Just fine, Mummy," Betty breathed, "it's as if you'd been away all this time until just now. I mean, we haven't been close like this for just about ages and ages!"
"I know, Pet," Eleanor soothed. "But don't you worry, once you and Hester go back to school, and all the excitement of getting Uncle Arthur introduced to the neighbors and starting his private work for himself and introducing Hester around to your friends is done with, we can go back to essentials. You've been a very good girl lately, darling, and I'm proud of you. Even Jennie is proud of you, and she's been listening to the way your stepsister has been trying to take the limelight and trying to always be the center of attention. And that's what I want to talk to you about, darling, because you can help me with her."
"I, Mummy? How can I help you?"
"What I'm going to ask, darling, may seem quite unfair, and in advance let me say that you certainly have delighted me with the way you've kept out of mischief. But within the next few days, darling, it's absolutely essential that I find some reason to spank you."
Betty gasped at this and colored deliciously and hung her head, as she began to think about this rather ominous pronunciamento. After a moment, she stammered, "I mean, if you think it will help, sure I'll deserve one, Mummy. But I don't exactly know what it's all about. Could you maybe tell me something about it?"
"Of course, darling. Look, you know perfectly well that you've taken Hester over to meet the Gilmore children and also Verna and Barbara Carruthers, and Nancy and Sally Jamison. Hester has not only heard about spanking but she's seen a pretty good one, if what you told me about the way Louise Gilmore punished Janet last week is any sign."
"I thought Hes was going to burst, she sat there staring and she was so pale," Betty confided.
"I know, pet. And I'm sure she thought that poor Janet's having to take a hundred and fifty spanks with Louise Gilmore's little rubber whip was absolutely the last word in torture back from the Middle Ages, didn't she?"
"She sure did, Mummy!" Betty giggled. Then, sobering instantly, she hesitantly repeated, "But why do you want me to get spanked, Mummy? How is it going to do anything about Hester?"
"I'm coming to that, darling. So far, as I've just said, Hester has met all your friends and she understands by now that all the parents spank, just as I do you. But she hasn't actually seen or heard about my punishing you. And now that you are her sister, finding out that you are punished is going to affect Hester's thinking about all this. I know she's tried rather hard to become one of the family, but she's still quite out of line. Even Jennie is a little upset at the arrogant way that Hester orders her around. It's so ingrained in Hester's nature to have her own way that she probably doesn't even realize it."
"You mean that if Hester sees or hears me getting spanked, she'll begin to find out that she's started to belong to a family where everybody who's naughty gets spanked?" Betty reasoned aloud.
"Exactly, darling! Mummy is very proud of her smart little girl," Eleanor hugged Betty and then kissed her on the cheek, while the lovely golden-haired girl's arms tightened affectionately around the mature brunette matron. "Now, school isn't very far away, but I want Hester to be taken out of that protective veneer of hers which makes her such a loner, such an anti-social person. That's why I really do wish you would give me an excuse to spank you, darling, as soon as possible."
"Let's see," Betty frowned, pondering. "I could let Hes hear me be disrespectful to you and-"
"Oh no, Betty! I wouldn't like that at all."
"I'm sorry, Mummy," Betty contritely and hastily countered. "Maybe I could drop a dish or something-"
"That's it!" Eleanor Hadley almost gleefully exclaimed, her eyes sparkling. "Uncle Arthur is having his things sent in from Pomona, and they ought to be arriving any day now. Maybe even tomorrow. Yes, that's exactly the way to do it! If you and Hester happen to be unpacking and you just drop something, and then I come in and scold you and sentence you to a good spanking and take you upstairs and give it to you, after I leave, Hester will probably go upstairs to see you to find out what's happened. Then you can tell her all about it, and she can see for herself what you look like after I've punished you, darling. And if that doesn't set our precocious young miss to doing some very tall thinking, then my name's not Eleanor Hadley," the voluptuous, mature dominatress declared.
"Then I'll do it, Mummy," Betty eagerly declared. "Hes is missing so much by keeping herself away from all of us. I know Janet and Barbara would just love to get to know her better, but Hes considers them all kids, and of course you know how she feels about their being spanked. She thinks that all the parents are just monsters, I guess."
"Well, you don't think I'm that, do you, Angel? And by the way, Mummy is going to make it up to her precious in some very nice ways. Only, I'm afraid," Eleanor Hadley ruefully added, "it's got to be a very convincing spanking. It would be a good idea if Hester could hear it, hear the noise of it, and even hear you crying."
Betty squirmed uneasily over her mother's lap at this rather ominous news. Still, courageous and lovingly loyal to the core, the golden-haired teenager at last remarked, "Gosh, Mummy, I won't have to pretend much, 'cause whenever you do spank me, it really hurts!"
Both mother and daughter burst out laughing, and tenderly kissed each other. "I know exactly what I'll do," Eleanor Hadley said aloud as if talking out her thoughts, "I'll borrow Louise's leather sole. That will make quite a loud noise, but I'm afraid it will smart a good deal on that lovely bottom of yours, my darling."
"I-I won't mind, M-Mummy, not if it makes Hes get closer to us. Then we could all have such a wonderful time, couldn't we?"
"Of course we could. And it won't be long before I spank Miss Hester for the first time in her pampered young life, either, you may be very certain."
"I know she needs it, Mummy. Do-do you want her to watch me when you're-when you're doing it to me?"
"No, my precious. But I'll leave the door of your bedroom open so that she can't mistake the noises that she hears from downstairs. I'm sure that will be most impressive to her already impressed mind. Now then, precious, hurry up and get dressed and come down to breakfast. Jennie is going to fix some blueberry muffins and nice crisp bacon and a huge glass of orange juice for my little baby girl."
Betty sighed rapturously, hugged her mother again and the two shared a long and final kiss, after which Betty slipped off her mother's lap and scampered into the bathroom. Eleanor Hadley, her eyes glowing, watched the luscious young adolescent in her molding pajamas, and then turned and left the room with a smile of anticipation on her imperious mouth....
The movers had come late Tuesday afternoon, and Eleanor Hadley had instructed them to take the crates down to the comfortably spacious basement of her house. It would be much too late for the girls to begin unpacking, because Arthur would be home for supper and she wanted her little scheme to take place just between herself and Betty and Hester. So, that night, when she and Arthur were in bed together, she out-lined to him the ingenious ruse she and Betty had devised for the furtherance of Hester's "orientation." Hester's father was overwhelmed with admiration: "You mean to say, Ellie, that Betty went ahead and thought up the stunt that will give you a pretext to spank her? And that she's quite willing to sacrifice herself in Hester's behalf?"
"Of course, darling. Betty's a wonderful girl, as I think you know already. And of course I gave her a choice. I wouldn't have dreamed of spanking her unless the darling had agreed to it. That would really be unjust. And I promised to make it up to her."
"And I will too," Arthur Hadley stoutly averred as he moved closer to his voluptuous wife, his hand caressing one of her swelling round titties, his lips beginning to nuzzle at her throat and chin. The voluptuous brown-haired matron slipped her hand between his legs and found the swelling protuberance of his cock and began very gently with her thumb and forefinger to pinch the meatus through the fly of his pajama trousers. "You know, darling," she murmured in a husky voice, "Betty sort of hinted around-I know she was fishing, the little minx-as to whether you were completely satisfied with her as your new daughter."
"She did?" he excitedly asked.
"Mmmmmhmmmm," Eleanor Hadley purred, snuggling closer and continuing the gently repeated squeezes of his cockhead with her slim fingers. "And I can assure that it's not because she's afraid you'll want to start taking over parental spanking privileges either, darling.
She just hopes that you like her a lot and that you think of her as your own girl."
"You can tell her for me that I think she's tops," he enthusiastically replied. "As far as spanking her is concerned, I'll just admit to you privately right now, Ellie, that I won't ever do it until you tell me I may. But just between us, honey, she's got the most delicious bottom and she inherited from the girl I've got right here in my arms right now."
"Why, you naughty lecherous darling," Eleanor Hadley teased as she unbuttoned the fly to his pajama trousers and drew out his stiff throbbing prick. "That deserves a nice sweet reward. Now one more thing, lover-if you can arrange to eat out tomorrow night, it might be a good idea. That way you'll come back very late and after Betty has had her spanking and Hester has had time to get used to the idea that this is the way things go on in our little family."
"Sure. I hired myself a new secretary today, by the way, Ellie. It would be a good time for me to do some overtime work," he jokingly retorted.
She gave his cockhead a wicked little pinch that made him gasp. "Now you see here, Arthur Hadley, there'll be none of that. Not that I'm not an emancipated wife and will scold you too much if just once in a while you stray a little from the proper path. But when that hap pens, I want it to be with my knowing, you understand me? And I'd be much happier if it occurred within my own circle of friends."
"And what do you mean by that sly innuendo?"
"Well, for your information, lover, now that you're being gradually accepted as a member of the community, I happen to know that Frieda Jamison thinks you're quite a hunk of man," Eleanor Hadley whispered into his ear as she resumed her gentle pinching of his prickhead. "And so does Louise Gilmore, and that slinky red-haired Mabel Carruthers had already given me to understand that any time I want to kick you out of bed, she'll be happy to find a place for you in her guest room."
"Are you serious?" he gasped, as an entirely new world of carnal pleasure opened up before his dazzled eyes at this unexpected avowal.
"Uh-huh. Of course," she added thoughtfully, "I don't know how you would feel about my having a little fun with Fred Gilmore or Hank Jamison or Dave Carruthers."
"I'll have to think about that one," he admitted, his face blushing hotly at the suddenly naughty thoughts that had begun to invade his mind and the mental pictures of the three women she had just named had begun to flit through his fantasy. "But first things first. Right now you've started something you've got to finish."
"Yes, sir," she giggled with a show of meek surrender as she wriggled over onto her back, arched up her loins and whisked up her sheer nightie.
With a groan of delight, Arthur Hadley sank down between the inviting, cushioning thighs and belly of his beautiful complaisant bride, and he felt his stiff aching ramrod deliriously press between the tightening, moist and warmly welcoming walls of Eleanor's voracious cunt....
It was two o'clock on Wednesday afternoon. Just before lunch, Eleanor "Hadley had had a long telephone conversation with her best friend Louise Gilmore, and Hilde had come over at lunchtime to deliver a little tissue-wrapped box to Jennie, the Negro maid, who in turn had handed it to her mistress. Hester and Betty were having lunch at the kitchen table and Eleanor put the box to one side and then said, "Now I want both you girls to be very careful when you're unpacking this afternoon. Arthur tells me that he had the movers pack a very fine Wedgewood china set which he and his wife had so many years, and you are both to take special pains with it."
"Yes, Mother," Betty demurely replied, with a straight face and gave no sign that she had just received her cue from her voluptuous disciplinarian mother.
When the girls had gone down into the basement to begin the unpacking, Eleanor Hadley took the tissue-wrapped box and went slowly upstairs to her bedroom. Then she quickly dialed Louise Gilmore's number, and when the silver-blonde imperatrix answered, she at once replied, "I got it, Louise. Thanks much. I'll try to get it back to you by tomorrow morning. Will that be all right?"
"I think so, Eleanor. Janet has been a very good girl since that rather severe lesson she had last week. And of course Constance is her usual sweet obedient self. I must say, I think your Betty is a brave little girl. She's never had the leather sole, has she?"
"No," Eleanor Hadley admitted, "and I realize it's going to be something of a strain on her. But believe me, Louise, it's in a very worthy cause."
"You know, Eleanor, I have the strangest feeling that my girls are somewhat in sympathy with your little project," Louise Gilmore laughed. "Just at breakfast this morning, Janet was asking me if I thought that Hester's watching her get punished last week had finally given your new daughter the notion that there is nothing wrong about grown-up girls being spanked when they need it. And for Janet to make an admission like that-well!"
"You tell Janet I'm very grateful for her help. Now I'd better get back to my role of eavesdropper," Eleanor Hadley laughed.
"Good luck, and let me know how it all comes out," Louise Gilmore concluded and then hung up.
Down in the basement, Betty had decided to start on the crate containing the china set first of all, because she wanted to get the painful part of the "helping-out act" over with as soon as possible. Blithely, she pried open the top of the dish drum in which her step-father's Wedgewood set had been carefully packed. Then, plunging her hands down into it, she lifted up the first newspaper-wrapped object, which happened to be a soup tureen, removed the paper and set it down on the lower rectangular crate nearby.
"Do be careful, Betty," Hester urged, looking very worried. "Father thinks a lot of that set. He bought it as an anniversary gift for my mother, you know."
"Sure I'll be careful, Hes," Betty cheerfully promised. She picked up another newspaper-wrapped object, neatly unwrapped it and put down a beautiful sugar bowl beside the tureen.
Hester meanwhile had very ginerly dipped her hands into the drum and picked up a plate which she proceeded to unwrap with meticulous care. Betty jostled her as the irrepressible golden-haired teenager dipped down into the drum for another item. This was a superb dinner plate, and Betty juggled it, whistling a merry tune, while Hester's eyes widened: "For Heaven's sake, Betty, do be careful!"
"Think nothing of it. You never saw my juggling act, did you, Hes? I'll have to do it for you some time. Well, let's get on with it." With this, Betty bent down into the drum and picked up another plate. She hastily tore the newspapers from it, and then juggled it, and suddenly, glancing over her shouder, let it drop with a loud crash.
"Oh, Lord! Now you've done it! Father will be very put out with you, Betty!" her auburn-haired stepsister frantically exclaimed.
Eleanor Hadley had been standing on the threshold of her room, avidly listening. The basement door had been left open, and so she heard the crash distinctly.
"What was that, girls?" she called out.
"Gee!" Hester exclaimed nervously, "It's your mother."
"I know," Betty giggled. "She's got awfully sharp ears. Well, no use crying over spilled milk. Accidents happen in the best of families."
Eleanor Hadley had come down to the basement now. "What was that crash I just heard?" she accusingly demanded.
"It-it was one of the dinner plates and Betty dropped it," Hester unhesitatingly averred. Betty stared at her new stepsister with a frown of dismay; this was tantamount to snitching, and all at once she found herself almost sadistically wishing that Hester had been the one to drop the plate instead of herself. That was hardly family loyalty, to tattle like that!
"Is that true, Betty?" Eleanor Hadley sternly demanded.
"I guess it is, Mother. I was just showing Hester my juggling act," the lovely golden-haired teenager candidly explained.
"Well, young lady, I'm going to show you my famous juggling act too. Come upstairs with me this minute. As for you, Hester, please be very careful. I don't think I have to tell you that, since it belongs to your own father."
"I guess it was an accident, Mrs. Hadley," Hester stammered, and Eleanor's eyebrows arched with surprise at this formal appellation. She too didn't think very much of Hester for being first to point the accusing finger at Betty, even if of course she knew perfectly well that all this had been prearranged. It revealed certain definite flaws in Hester's character which convinced her all the more that the precocious daughter of Arthur Hadley was long overdue for a sound spanking on her insolent bottom.
"It may well have been an accident, Hester," she firmly replied, "but Betty absolutely disregarded my warning to both of you to unpack very carefully, and so now she's going to be punished for it. Come with me, young lady!"
"Yes, Mother," Betty meekly replied and followed Eleanor Hadley out of the basement and up the stairs.
Once inside her bedroom, Eleanor hugged her lovely young daughter, and whispered, "That was just perfect, baby! You're a wonderful brave girl, and I promised that I'm going to make this up to you, and I mean it. The way Hester hurried to let me know that you were the one who had broken that plate didn't set well with me at all. Now, I'm going to have to leave the door open so that Hester can hear."
"I know, Mother. Do you want me to prepare?"
"This time we'll skip the formalities, darling," Eleanor Hadley said with an encouraging little smile as she gave her penitent-looking golden-haired daughter an affectionate hug. "Just pull up your skirts and slip and get over my lap. I borrowed Louise Gilmore's leather sole because it makes a very loud noise." With this, she turned to the edge of her bed, opened the top of the box which Hilde had brought over, and exhibited the ominous-looking leather sole. Betty gulped nervously. She had had first-hand reports from Janet and Connie Gilmore on the efficacy of this spanking implement, and now that the moment had come for her act of heroism and self-sacrifice, she was just a little uneasy because it was new to her.
Eleanor Hadley went on with a quick whisper: "It would be a good idea, darling, if you would call out a little every so often while I'm spanking you, so that Hester will hear."
Betty nodded with a rueful expression: "Sure, I know, Mother." Then, stoically, she stooped and pulled up the hems of her skirt and slip, lofted them well above her lusciously rounded young hips, while Eleanor swiftly drew up the straight-backed chair towards the open door, seated herself and then beckoned for Betty to take the time-honored position across her lap.
Betty bowed down her head and shoulders, bravely retaining hold of her upthrust garments, while Eleanor swiftly snugged down the little white nylon panties to her daughter's thighs, exposing the magnificently ripe pink-sheened posterior. Then, circling the girl's waist with her left arm, she picked up the formidable leather sole, experimentally flourished it in the air, and then let it down with a loud Whack! over the top of Betty's naked, ripely curved right bottomglobe.
The sound was like a pistol shot, and Betty uttered a gasp of painful surprise, lifting her head, her eyes widening at the discovery that this was going to be a rather more taxing or deal than she had counted on. Eleanor Hadley, pausing a moment, discovered that it was also a highly effective punishment instrument, judging from the bright pink splotch which instantly sprang up on her daughter's naked flesh. "Get ready, darling," she murmured encouragingly, "I'll try not to take too long. And let me say this first, darling, Mummy is very proud of her big brave girl."
Hardly had she finished this laudatory speech when she brought down the sole across the top of Betty's bare left buttock with an angry "Clack!" And the teenager's bare hips jerked convulsively under the noisy, stinging impact which at once imprinted a vivid splotch to match the one on the other globe.
As Eleanor Hadley warmed to her task, Betty discovered that she didn't have to make-believe when it came to calling out. After about the fifth spank, which flattened against the ripest curve of her left bottomglobe, she began of her own pained reaction to call out, "Ooooh, Mother!" and "Aaaahh, Mother!" without the slightest prompting. The loud, almost indecent-sounding thwack of the thick, flexible leather sole against her upturned bare seat produced a furious stinging heat each time the instrument landed, wielded by Eleanor Hadley's energetic and skillful hand. It wasn't long before Betty's hips were swerving and wriggling, much more than when she lay passively on her own bed with her hands strapped ahead of her receiving the spanks of Eleanor's leather strap, and even her mother was surprised at the convulsive gyrations which her daughter's bare behind made under the descending arc of the instrument of castigation. She made a mental note to obtain a similar one for future use, because there was no gainsaying that it was highly effective. The bright flaming hue which it left and the very obvious uncomfortable heat which it generated were instantly manifested before her attentively watching eyes, and she found that she had to tighten her arm several times around Betty's supple waist and pull the squirming, uneasy, groaning girl back closer to her body to continue the spanking.
Fifty times the leather sole rose and fell, and when it fell for the last time across both buttocks just above the base, nipping the inner edges of the inflamed, quaking cheeks, Betty was very distinctly crying, her soft little fingers twisting frantically and pulling her skirt and slip this way and that but always above her condemned posterior. The dark, angry discoloration of the lushly rounded young bottomglobes stood out in furious contrast to the smooth baby-pink skin of Betty's back and thighs. It was really a far more severe spanking than Eleanor Hadley had intended, but at the same time she knew that Hester downstairs must certainly have heard all of it in eluding Betty's cries, which towards the last twenty blows of the spanking had been anxious and very satisfyingly loud.
"There, darling," she bent down to murmur placatingly to the sobbing girl, "Mummy hated to punish her brave girl this way. Now I want you to take your clothes off and lie on the bed, and I'll go down and tell Hester to come up and attend to you. That way, she's certain to see what's happened, and you can tell her all about it. In fact, it would be a good idea if you told her all about the binding strap and the spanking strap and the pillow that I generally use when you're a naughty girl."
Betty slowly and painfully lifted herself off her mother's lap, letting her clothes drop, her panties falling down to her ankles, and then she hugged her mother in an access of tearful affection. For a long and tender moment they stood thus embracing, while Eleanor kissed away Betty's tears. Then the dominatress murmured, "All right, darling, I'll leave you now. You go back to your own room where you keep the spanking things, of course. That's where I want Hester to find you. And don't forget, Mummy is very grateful for your help, and she's going to remember it with a specially wonderful treat one of these days soon."