Chapter 3
That night a slum section of the city was cleaned up, by fire. The death toll was high as flames raged through tinder dry old houses. In the morning, when he heard about it, Hugo was angry, not only with the lousy system which had contributed to such circumstances, but with himself for not having done enough.
The paper had carried editorials which condemned the city and the slum owners, but he realized it had not been enough. That morning, he called a summit meeting of his editors and special reporters and laid down the law.
"The News is going to rebuild this city," he told them by way of openers, then he went on to explain how. One reporter was delegated to trace the ownership of every slum home in the city. He was promised all the help he needed.
Before the meeting ended, plans had been drawn up for total war. A former reporter himself, Hugo dealt himself in. It Was simple matter for the fire chief to outfit him with a uniform and he went along with an inspection crew to see for himself just how bad conditions were in the slums. One thing he noted was that society had been generous to the blacks in one department in that it allowed an inordinate number of them to live in slum conditions. It didn't surprise him, but it did anger him.
What did surprise him was that the slum dwellers didn't seem to care all that much. Rats threatened their children, the fire could visit them that night or the next, plumbing was rotten, houses stank, yet they didn't seem to care.
And then he realized why, they were beaten, the evil of squalor had sucked them dry. There was no hope for anything better, so why think about it? Many of them had been born in the slum and they would die there and make space for their children to grow up in proverty and filth and without dignity. At least they would, he thought, unless enough people cared enough to do enough.
"All quiet here," Carla assured him when he phoned in early that afternoon. "Mind you, that fat assed dyke is going to get a reprieve from her strapping, I take it."
"You're so right," Hugo told her, "but tell her to keep her arse ready. We'll get around to her tomorrow."
When Hugo found an abandoned warehouse that had not quite fallen down, he rented it on an impulse. It would be the slum headquarters of The News, serving as a task force office and as a meeting place for the slum residents. First he was going to stir them up, then bring them together in meetings to stir them up some more, not only to make conditions better there as far as housing was concerned, but to try to make them want something better, if not for themselves, then for their children.
Before he finished that day, Hugo had formulated plans to become the owner of yet another company, a building construction firm. It would be a strange firm in that it was designed to operate at a loss. It would underbid other companies in the area and lower construction costs. He could afford the loss, especially when It would be largely written off against the profits of his other operations. Laborers would be hired from the slums, so would clerks and other general workers. He would pay union scale for tradesmen and find them wherever he could.
Some of his friends in the construction field would howl and there would be anguished cries of foul, he knew, but Hugo determined to go ahead with his plan. After he had rebuilt the slums, he told himself, he would sell the company to his employees and let them run it any way they wanted to.
It was late evening and he hadn't eaten since lunch when he got home and found Carla waiting for him in his penthouse apartment. From the kitchen came the smell of food and he was hungry all of a sudden, realizing that he had been for a long time.
"Feel like taking a few notes!" he asked after kissing her.
"I didn't come here for sex," she told him with a grin. "First, I'll pour you a drink and feed you, then I'll take all the notes you want, then I'll tuck you into bed."
After his hard day in the slums, he was ready to curl up and let Carla run things for him. He went into the kitchen with her and sipped a drink while he told her of his day and his plans for future days.
During one of the few lulls in their conversation, Carla laughed, a short ironic laugh.
"Give," he said with a little frown.
"I couldn't help thinking of the other side of the Hugo Brandon coin," she told him, looking more serious. "I mean the side that drinks and screws around and does all the things those pious men preach sermons against in all the churches out there. They would condemn you, but they don't say anything about the fat cats who run the system and get rich off the slums."
"You don't expect them to poke themselves in the eye, do you? The church is a part of the system. It sleeps with the fat cats and does its job. It tells the poor that it's good to be poor, that the poor will get a higher seat in heaven and that they should take their suffering and be grateful for it. Check any country where church and state walk hand in hand. Start with Spain, take a look at Portugal and the rest.
"Hell, come closer to home. Mexico is better, but it still has a long way to go. After the last revolution there was a big, official split of church and state, but it didn't last long. The church is back in the lap of the state again, telling its people about the evils of communism and the beautiful democracy of their government.
"It was the same in all the company towns in America until unions organized and started kicking asses. Oh hell, turn me off, I'm making speeches."
"Do what you like, darling," Carla told him, "you're unwinding and that's all I want."
She contributed to his unwinding with another drink, then they ate, Hugo packing food away in quantities more than sufficient to make up for the lateness of the meal, thrilling in the fact that the woman who was a perfect sex partner, perfect executive assistant, was also such a magnificent cook.
"Is there anythingyou can't do?" he asked her.
"Sure, I can't stand up to pee and I can't play hockey worth a damn," she told him.
After dinner, they chatted over another couple of drinks, then she took him to his bedroom. While he undressed, she turned the covers back and declined his suggestion that she get in bed with him.
When she pulled the sheet over him, the kiss Carla gave him was almost motherly. She turned the light off and, before she left the room, the sound of his breathing was becoming deep and regular. A deep sleep claimed him even before she left the apartment.
Hugo was in his office before eight the next morning, fresh and ready to take on the world. Knowing he would be, Carla arrived only a few minutes later and as he kissed her, he fondled her beautiful bottom and made her squirm.
But instead of going on from there, they went to work. There was no letup until lunch time, when they went out to a good restaurant for a couple of drinks and a relaxed lunch.
They kidded about the fact that he owned The Club which included two first class dining rooms, yet ate elsewhere, but understood that there would be no privacy at The Club, no chance to relax.
"When does the big dyke get her arse strapped?" Carla asked, passion flaring at the thought.
"As soon as we get back to the office. How does that grab you?"
"Right in the cunt, lover. I can't wait to watch you work on that big arse. Ohhh, I'm so horny all of a sudden."
"Welcome to the club, darling, so am I. Perhaps if you get horny enough while I'm strapping her, I'll have her go down on you when it's over. She'll still be crying and you'll feel her tears running in your crotch and down your thighs."
"Oh Jesus, Hugo, this is too much. Yes, tears will even trickle down between the cheeks of my arse while she laps me. After that, we'll send her away and you'll give me a spanking. I have a feeling I'm going to go wild before this day is over."
They finished their drinks and left, both anxious to get on with the punishment of the big woman, Hugo whispering to Carla that he had an erection and guessed he was going to stay that way for a long time. As they got into the taxi to return to the office, she sneaked a squeeze of his erection through his pants.
They went to his suite where they looked over the collection of leather straps. There were other implements of corporal punishment as well, but since a strap was called for, they ignored the others and Hugo selected a cut down razor strap.
"This will be thick enough to provide plenty of sting," he explained as he rubbed the strap through his left hand, "and since her arse is so big, the width of this will be right, will cover more area with each slap."
"Oh darling, I'm dying to watch it curl around her big arse. I've never seen her bare arse, mind you, but it has to be excitingly big."
"Well then," Hugo told her, giving her a pat on the bottom, "let's get her here and see just how big and how exciting her arse really is."
While Hugo went to the bar and poured drinks, Carla went to the phone, called the woman and issued the fateful summons. A few minutes later, she went to the door and admitted the woman.
Enid was indeed a big woman, standing about five foot nine and weighing just under one-sixty. She had big breasts and wide flaring hips. She was trying to look brave, even haughty, but under that look, there was fear and apprehension.
When Carla led her into the room where Hugo was waiting, he paused to take another sip of his drink, then he put the glass down and looked her over. His penis was throbbing strongly with arousal as he gave her a complete examination with his eyes and guessed that Carla was very right about how exciting she was going to be when she danced through the strapping he was going to give her.
"I've run a check on you, Enid," he told her as she stood, trying not to tremble, "and I don't like, in fact I am annoyed by what I find in your record."
He went on to outline her faults, beginning with her physical attack on the girl, then pointing out that she had been taking advantage of her authority to make life miserable for those under her.
"I run a happy ship here, Enid, and I expect that all who work for me contribute to that. This time you will be punished with a strapping. Unless you show respect and consideration for others in future, you will be fired. Is that clear."
"Yes sir," she replied, keeping her tone brave.
"Very well, Enid, you may strip naked now and we'll get on with your punishment."
While he and Carla watched intently, the woman began undressing. When she removed her dress, they saw that she was wearing a black corselette and was making it work to confine her big body.
As she pushed her half slip down and stepped out of it, Hugo saw that while her thighs were big, they were smooth and firm, that they would provide an erotic place for a sucking, lapping face. Were it not for that fact that he had promised Carla fun and games after the strapping, he thought, then he would give the big lesbian not just a strapping on her massive behind, but would keep her bent over and would slip stiff tool up her twat or even, perhaps, up her behind. If she was strictly lesbian, he mused, that would be more effective punishment than the strapping.
As she pushed the top of the foundation garment down, Enid displayed massive breasts, surprisingly firm, sagging a little, but not so much for a woman of forty-two and considering the size of them. He wondered what they must have looked like when she was just half that age and guessed they would have been melon shaped with melon firmness.
And then she was stripping the garment down over her big hips, working it over massive buttocks, then down her legs, taking her nylons with it, baring her body to be punished by the man who stood with strap in hand, his heart pounding with excitement, rigid penis twitching in strong erection. Looking at Carla, he saw that she was at least as excited as he and knew that they would have a wild session after the woman had been dismissed.
He and Carla discussed the position they would have the woman assume, then decided to have her bend from the waist with her hands on the arms of a chair. In that way, they agreed, her buttocks would be well presented, yet not arched so much that they would lose their charm.
"If a woman is bent too far over," he explained, "the skin of her arse is drawn too tightly and the surface becomes too hard to make for exciting strapping or spanking. The English contributed so much to the art of corporal punishment, but they too often ruined an excellent beating by having the culprit bent too far over when administering the cane. Now the Germans are different, they know how to present a buxom arse just right, how to pose it with maximum beauty and excitement before flaying it."
Handing the strap to Carla, he went to the bent nude and fondled her buttocks with both hands. Firm flesh gave only a little as he dug his fingers into her buttocks, then rubbed his hand over the silken mounds.
"Ah yes, this will be perfect. Open your feet a little wider apart, Enid, that's it, there, now we have a nice wide target for the strap to work on."
"I see you're going to enjoy this," Enid observed.
"Very much so, Enid, very much indeed. Those big arse cheeks of yours will be a real challenge. When I am finished, I expect to have them glowing like two of the biggest roses in history. I doubt that you'll find it very enjoyable, but that doesn't really matter."
He fondled her buttocks a little more, then let her go and went to Carla for the strap. Before he took up his position, he waited while Carla went to fondle the buttocks and thighs of the woman, then completed her tour by feeling her big breasts and patting lightly in the woman's crotch, making her big behind sway with the exciting delicacy of her gentle touch.
"She has a real case of hot cunt," Carla told Hugo, "but her big arse is so cool. Still, I trust you will warm it up for her."
Carla moved away from her then and the man moved into position, measuring his distance, anxious that the first slap of the wide strap be perfect. He drew a deep breath, saw his victim do the same, then his right wrist flicked fast and the wide, leather came hotly around her arched behind.
Enid had determined to be brave and retain all the dignity she could, but she could not keep from crying out at the sting of the leather. Hugo proved to be a master with the strap as he kept it moving around so that the wide, red hands on her pure white buttocks soon melded into an overall red pattern.
He made sure that her hips did not escape their rightful share of the strap, knowing that she would be even more sensitive to punishment there than on her big buttocks. As he strapped, he kept her dancing, kept her dangling breasts swaying madly while Carla feasted her eyes on the sight and, in her excitement, shoved a hand under her dress to rub at her crotch where fires of lust were burning hotly.
Determined that no portion of her buttocks should be spared, Hugo then swung the strap in an upward direction, slapping it against the ultra sensitive bottom slopes of her big buttocks where they curved down to meet her thighs. When he had thoroughly colored them, while the woman filled the room with her high pitched screams and breaking wails, Hugo smiled at the thought of how painful it would be when she sat for the next while.
To ensure that it would be painful enough for Enid to remember her lesson for a long time, he gave her a few strokes of the leather across the backs of her big thighs, then brought the strap back to her buttocks for a final touching up of that already hot, red area.
And then, deciding that she had taken enough, the man dropped the strap and went to the weeping woman to fondle her stinging nether cheeks and savor the lovely heat that had been strapped into them. While he was so engaged, Carla stripped, leaving only her garter belt, nylons and shoes on.
Signalling Hugo, she sat on the edge of a chair, her body leaning back, her legs wide apart. Seconds later, Hugo led the crying nude to her, then watched with wild excitement as Enid lapped her until orgasm swept strongly over her.
After that, Enid was told to dress and leave. As she painfully pulled the corselette up over her burning behind, Hugo was already undressing, unable to wait any longer to get at Carla, give her what she wanted and take what he wanted with his strong penis buried in her hot depths.
Carla begged him to spank her first, so while he had tired his right arm strapping the woman, Hugo found that he had experienced a resurgence of vitality, thanks to the beauty of Carla's bottom and he went on to give her a sound spanking.
Neither noticed when Enid, wiping away all she could of the tears on her face, took her leave and left them alone. She had paid a high price in the suite of the owner and she vowed that before long, she would be rewarded for it by the girl who had been her undoing. As she thought of how the young beauty would squirm naked in her. arms, heat was transferred from her buttocks to her crotch.
Upstairs in the suite, the same sort of transformation was taking place as a well spanked Carla bent over the same chair Enid had used, assuming the same position as Hugo slipped his penis into her from behind and gave her behind a different kind of spanking while his organ pistoned in her until they both climaxed.