Chapter 4
"Take off your clothes," Paula commanded.
"No! Why should I?! " Johnny challenged.
"I can think of hundreds of reasons," Paula snapped, "and all of them dollars. Which is how much spending money you get from us each month!
"This time you've gone too far, Johnny! Either you do what you're told, or I wash my hands completely of you!"
"As if you could!" Johnny laughed.
"Try me, boy, just try me! I'll throw you out of here with nothing but the clothes on your back! You'll never see another red cent from me!
"I'm sure you don't relish having to make it in the outside world without money! I know you would hate having to actually work for a living as if YOU could, to throw your own your words back at you!"
"I don't understand what you're so upset about, Mother!"
"You idiot!"
Johnny stood.
"Don't threaten ME, Mother! The way I see it, we're all in this together!"
Paula folded her arms across her bosom.
"How do you figure that, Johnny?"
"The authorities would be very interested, I'm sure, in some of the games you and Albert play and your friends, too!
"It would make a most interesting catalogue, I'm sure sadomasochism, orgies, drugs, contributing to the sexual delinquency of minors.. .
"Not to mention incest," Johnny concluded, smirking. "Yes, I'm sure the officers down at the vice squad would get quite an earful!"
"I doubt that they would be too inclined to listen to the wild tales of an accused rapist with a history of problems such as yours!
"It's reality time, Johnny! Cross me, and I'll not only throw your ass out of here, but I'll make sure that Wendy presses charges for rape!
"I'll have your ass thrown in jail so fast, your head will spin! And there'll be no bail for you, no high-priced lawyers to pull your chestnuts out of the fire like all the other times!
"You can sit in a cell and rot for six months before you come up for trial!
"But you won't be bored, Johnny, I can promise you that!
"They love pretty boys like you in jail -pretty white boys! You'll be sucking and getting fucked by black dicks all day and all night!
"By the time you get out, sonny boy, your little asshole will be stretched wider than the Holland Tunnel! And you won't be a pretty boy any more!"
Paula's voice grew more and more vehemently venomous as she went on. She uncrossed her arms from her chest.
By the time she finished, her hands were on her hips, and she leaned forward and spoke into his face like a drill sergeant.
Johnny's smirk dissolved as he grasped the full import of her words.
When Paula finished, Johnny said wonderingly:
"By God, you mean it, you really do!"
"You're damn right I do!"
"You're such a fucking cunt, Mother!"
"I'm the fucking cunt that's in charge here, too! Now, what's it going to be, then? Get your clothes off or get out!"
"But, Mother "
"Don't 'but, Mother!' me! Do as I say, or I'll be done with you!"
Johnny tried another tactic:
"Mother, after all the things we've done, after what we've been to each other, how can you be so cruel?! "
"Don't even try to tug on my heart strings, Johnny! I've got you right where it counts -by the purse strings!"
"You bitch!"
"Remember, Johnny, your only chance is to do exactly I mean, exactly! what I say! If you don't, I'll have you thrown out of here right now!"
"All right, damn you!"
Johnny pulled off his shirt. His torso gleamed smooth, slim, white, like marble. His nipples were small neat brown dots.
He kicked off his slippers, yanked down his pants and shorts with one tug.
The garments fell to his ankles. He kicked them off.
He was nude.
His penis was thick, limp, dark. His balls dangled. Savagely, he grabbed his own crotch and brandished it at her.
"Is this what you want, Mother? Is it?! "
"No! Now, get along to the playroom!"
"Huh! I should have known we'd end up in there!"
"Get going!"
The "playroom" was located on the upper floor of the duplex, at the far end opposite from where the living quarters were located.
This solid door had remained locked, unopened during the brief time of Wendy's visit to her northerly relatives.
It was unlocked, open now.
Johnny entered, unabashed in his nakedness flaunting it, rather.
His balls dangled and his ass jiggled as he entered the playroom, followed in by Paula, who closed the door behind her.
And locked it from the inside.
At first glance, the playroom had the stark simple functional look of a gym or a dance studio. Its walls were white-painted.
Its floor was made of well-polished, buffed waxed wood. A full-length mirror stretched across the wall opposite the door.
There were pieces of equipment which at first glance suggested a gym.
From the ceiling hung a block and tackle suspension device. The room held a wood-framed rack bed and a jumping horse.
Standing against one of the short walls was an eight foot tall double-doored wooden cabinet.
Albert Townsend and Barbara already were present.
Barbara's face was flushed with red excitement. Her uniform was disordered. Perhaps Albert had been interfering with her.
Or perhaps she was just excited by thoughts of what was scheduled later for her:
Punishment.
Johnny looked at the maid and the master of the house.
"Well, well, so the gang's all here, eh?"
"You young snot nose!"
Albert started forward angrily. No love was lost between him and Johnny too many times, he had bailed Johnny out of his messes.
Johnny's sneer vaporized in a sudden rush of cringing fear.
"Mother!"
Johnny tried to dodge behind Paula. Paula stepped aside.
Albert hauled off with an open-handed slap, knocking Johnny to the floor.
Johnny landed awkwardly, in a tangle of long legs. His white face was imprinted with the red outline of the hand which had struck him.
Terror flashed in his dark eyes. Johnny cowered as Albert loomed over him.
Johnny wailed as Albert lifted his hand to deliver another blow.
"Mother, please! Don't let him hurt me!"
"I ought to wring your scrawny neck for you, you little toad, except that you're not worth it!"
Albert, visibly affected by his anger, turned contemptuously from Johnny. He ran his fingers through his mane of silver hair.
"Get up, Johnny!" Paula said.
Johnny crouched on the hard wooden floor on his hands and knees.
"Please don't let him hurt me, Mother!"
"I won't let Albert hurt you, I promise. But get up now!"
Johnny rose. When he stood, he was careful to do position himself so Paula stood between him and Albert.
Johnny's hand trembled when he reached for his smacked face and fingered the spot where Albert's hand had struck.
"Get on the horse, Johnny!"
Paula's imperious finger indicated the jumping horse, a piece of callisthenic equipment used generally for gymnastics.
Generally, yes, but not exclusively.
For with but a few modifications, which had in this case been made, the horse could by used for sexual gymnastics as well.
"I knew I'd wind up here," Johnny said.
He made a vain attempt at a snicker, but caught sight of Albert's furious face, and decided to subdue his sarcastic manner.
Albert's fingers clenched and unclenched, as if repressing the urge to wrap them around Johnny's throat.
And in truth, Albert reflected that it would be pleasant indeed to squeeze Johnny's neck until the youth's face purpled, eyes bulged, tongue lolled out.. .
The jumping horse consisted of a padded horizontal bar supported by a vertical framework of metal supports.
The top bar was about eighteen inches in diameter, with a smooth yellow vinyl coating, cotton wadding below the vinyl serving as padding.
Scant padding.
Johnny approached the horizontal bar at right angles. Standing facing it, he leaned, forward from the waist and bent over it.
His belly was draped over the top of the bar. For now, his arms were folded at the elbows, palms pressing the bar on either side of him.
Johnny's genitals, soft and tender, recoiled from the flat smooth artificiality of the bar's vinyl coating.
Leaning forward made his buttocks jut out. They were smooth round buttocks, plump and juicy, especially for a youth of his overall slim build.
"This time I'll put on the restraints personally!" Paula announced.
She strode to him, stopped an arm's-breadth from him. She grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling it by the roots.
"Owwwwww!"
"Lean forward get on the bar get your head down now!"
His weight pressed his belly. His head hung down. His face reddened, his neck strained, as he lifted his head to ease the yanking pressure on his scalp.
He looked up at Paula from the tops of his eye sockets. But she stood so close, that all he could see was the front of her leather skirt.
It hung only inches from his face. He saw the fine grain of the hide, its seams and creases. Its rich animal aroma filled his nostrils.
"Put your arms down.. . "
He did.
Paula got down on one knee. Now her face was level with his. Hers was not a pleasant expression for him to see.
Now, she tugged downward on the hair she held, forcing his head down. "Owwww!"
At the base of the horse were chains.
The chains were bolted to the base. They ended not in leather, but in incredibly tough black plastic cuffs which could not be worn or worried or torn.
Paula tugged Johnny's arms down, straining them in the shoulder sockets. Her every movement betrayed aggressive anger.
She pulled a plastic cuff around one of his wrists. She adjusted it as tight as it could go, so it dug deep into the skin.
Johnny winced from the constricting tightness.
His other wrist was buckled into another cuff. Two wrists, two cuffs.
The cuffs were buckled closed. Now, they were secured by means of small padlocks which Paula clicked into place.
Some slack remained in the chains. Paula left it that way for a while.
She rose. She hiked up her hem, exposing her stockinged limbs to mid-thigh. She brushed a faint coating of dust from her knee.
"Dust," Paula said accusingly at Barbara.
Barbara, who had housekeeping duties, made a gasping sound and put her hand to her face, clearly squirming with discomfort.
Paula smiled thinly.
Her hit had scored. She would take up this dereliction of duty with the maid later, when she would be free to attend to more pleasant past-times.
Paula went to Johnny's rear.
Being bent forward from the waist made his creamy white ass stick out.
Paula put her sharp-toed high heeled shoe between Johnny's bare feet and nudged them open, to either side.
"Spread 'em," Paula said. "Spread 'em wide!"
Johnny spread his feet wide apart. His open legs allowed a glimpse of his dangling genitals.
Paula went down on one knee again, this time at his rear.
There were two more chains were, identical to the ones in front. Paula locked the unbreakable cuffs around his ankles.
When his feet were secured and spread, she took up the slack in the chains.
Johnny gasped.
Paula took up all the slack and snugged it in place around a protruding flange on the metal base of the device.
Johnny's body was taut, stretched. Wiry muscles flexed, standing out. Straining pain made itself felt in shoulder and hip joints.
Johnny shivered.
Paula ordered Barbara to fetch the bridle bit.
Barbara brought it from the tall wooden cupboard standing against the wall. The cupboard was crammed with S/M equipment.
The bridle bit was similar to that sort used on a horse, but it was human-sized.
It consisted of a head harness made of leather straps and metal fastenings, and a metal bit covered with black rubber padding.
The rubber covering the bit showed scores of chew marks.
Paula pulled the harness down over Johnny's head.
Johnny grimaced as the leather straps were pulled into position. His scalp and forehead was banded. From the forehead, a strap ran down his chin and up the other side. And of course the bit was crammed into his mouth.
Johnny's jaws gaped. The bit was stuffed between him. Paula shoved it in hard and deep, so his tongue was squashed and hard-edged metal cut into the corners of his mouth.
Paula made some small adjustments, pulling tight the individual locks and buckles.
Johnny's face was red and distorted by the bridle bit.
"And now that I've got you right where I want you, Johnny, I'm going to teach you a lesson I promise you'll never forget!
"I've had my fill of trouble from you to last a lifetime! Sometimes you make me wish I'd aborted you with a rusty coat hanger!
"But no more heartaches for me, Johnny! This was the last! This time, I'm going to make sure that there are no next times!
"This time, I'm going to break you!"
Johnny had expected no more than the standard punishment session, with perhaps an additional dose of severity.
But his psychological make-up included a streak of masochism, so he had not minded the idea of the punishment overmuch.
But Paula's harsh tones promised that this would be a session unique in his experience.. . and Johnny cared not at all for the idea.
He struggled against his chains, succeeding only in realizing just how very effective they were.
Johnny's struggles subsided.. .
Very well. He would get through this session, no matter what his hellish, unnatural mother had planned for him.
Sooner or later, once he was back in her good graces, he would find a way to get even, he promised himself.. .
In the meantime, he would just go along with this farce, and -
And then his train of thought ground to a crashing halt when he saw what Paula had just fetched from the cupboard: