Chapter 3
As Sandra was dressing for school the following morning, her mother came into her room and told her not to bother, that she was not going to school that day.
Breakfast was a tense meal for all. There was no conversation and none of the three ate much. Sandra saw that her mother was dressed to go to the city. She knew that it had something to do with her, but couldn't guess what. Instinct told her it was something she wouldn't like, but couldn't do anything about.
After the meal, Sandra learned that Ted wasn't going to school either, that she was to remain in her room and that he was responsible for seeing that she didn't leave it.
As soon as their mother drove out of the yard, Ted came to her door to talk to her.
"Gee, Sandy," he began, sheepishly, "I'm truly sorry about all this. I don't know why she's so mad at you."
"I know why, Ted, she wants to get rid of me so she can be alone here with you. She doesn't love me. I don't know why. Ted, please tell me why she went to the city. It's awful not knowing."
It required a little more pleading, then he told her.
"She's going to," he paused and a tear ran down his face, "have you put in a home."
Ted cried then, but Sandra didn't. It was so obvious a move, she told herself, that she should have guessed it.
"Don't cry, Ted," she said, putting her arms around him and hugging him. "It isn't your fault. I know that you love me, but there's nothing you can do about it now. She wants to get rid of me so she can be alone with you."
Sandra sensed that the boy was holding something back. Later, after they had talked for a while longer, he told her what it was.
"Last night, when she told me, I cried and asked her not to send you away. She told me she had to and it was the best thing for all of us. She told me that I was going to be like her husband, that she'd give me my strappings on her bed and that we're going to sleep together with no clothes on and do exciting things."
"I know, Ted. Did she tell you what things you would do?"
"No."
"I'll tell you. She'll strip bare naked and let you see and feel her big tits and bum. She had a great big, round white bum. You're going to love feeling it. After that, shell he down on her back, open her legs and let you lie down on her belly, stick your dick in her cunt and fuck with her. I guess it will all be pretty exciting."
"I guess it will if you're right, but we could do it while you're here just as well. I'm going to ask her again not to send you away."
"No, Ted, don't bother. Just try to come and visit me when you can. I guess I'll be very lonely without you."
When her mother returned, Sandra already had her things packed. There wasn't that much and it had given her something to do, deciding what she should take with her.
Her mother's tone was unusually gentle when she came into the room.
"You've packed?" she asked. "Did Ted tell you?"
"No, Mother, he didn't have to. I know you want to get rid of me and the best way is to have me put in a home. What time do I go?"
"Please, dear, don't say things like that. It's just that it's best for you. I love you, dear, after all, I am your mother."
"Yes, you are my mother. Aren't I lucky. You're Ted's mother too, but I saw the way you handled his dickie and used the candle in your cunt. Imagine, Mother, you'll be able to use his dick in your cunt after I'm ..."
That was as far as she got as the hand exploded against the side of her face, knocking her back into the bed.
"You dirty little bitch, no wonder I have to have you put away. The sisters will know how to look after your dirty mind and dirty mouth. You'll get plenty of lickings in the home, you can count on that."
The woman left the room and Sandra was surprised that instead of feeling anger or resentment, she felt only sexual arousal. Shutting the door, she closed her eyes and pulled her panties down.
In her mind, she saw a nun in her long, black robe. She had a leather strap in her hand and she was telling Sandra to strip naked and lie on the bed on her tummy to be strapped. And then the nun's robe was gone and she was naked, her body glowing white.
"I'm really going to make that tender little bum burn for you, Sandra," the phantom nun said, a smile of excitement spreading across her face. "I just love strapping girls on the bare arse and making them cry."
There would have been more to the fantasy, but the finger in her vulva triggered climax and she felt the delicious shock waves rocking her body.
When she returned to reality, she heard her mother calling her, angrily, telling her it was time to go.
"I'll carry the bag to the car for you," Ted told her as he came into her room, tears running down his face.
"Don't cry, Ted dear," she told him, hugging him tightly. "I love you, Ted, and some day we'll be able to spend lots of time together. Please don't come to the car with me, it will only make things worse."
She released him and he burst into loud crying as he fled to his room. Tears came into Sandra's eyes then, but they were for her brother, she had none left for herself.
"Now, now, Sandra," her mother said, controlling her anger, "what must be must be. You don't want to get there with your eyes all red from crying."
"I'm not crying for me, Mother, I'm crying for Ted. He loves me, imagine that. The only person in the whole world who loves me. Let him come to visit me often, Mother, and I won't tell a soul what is going on between you and him."
The woman made no reply, but Sandra guessed her bold threat would work.
The car pulled up in front of the big iron gates and a man swung them open. Sandra saw him looking at her. She turned her face away.
There were no statues on the grounds, no crosses anywhere. That struck Sandra as being strange for a religious institution.
There was just a long, two story brick building. It looked plain, starkly so, and very ominous.