Chapter 2
Sally Durmont was trembling when she opened her purse and took out the key to put it into the front door of the bungalow on Rochester Avenue. The scene with Brad Tobler had shaken her more than she was ready to admit, even to herself. Now she had absolutely no clue to her sister's whereabouts, and it was evident that Brad wasn't going to cooperate, even if he knew where Laura was. No, that wasn't really quite right. Brad had said that Laura might go to San Francisco in search of a job. But even if San Francisco was much smaller than Los Angeles, to search for her sister there would be like looking for a needle in the proverbial haystack.
Aunt Agnes had left her a thousand dollars in a savings account, too, just as she had done for
Laura. It would be sufficient stake to take her to San Francisco and begin her quest. Besides, the inheritance from her mother and father, since she was of legal age, was in the bank and she had full access to that. That was one thing that her stepfather didn't and couldn't take from her.
And so she felt just a little better as she finally opened the door and walked into the living room. But then she started with surprise, for Matthew Durmont was sitting there in an armchair, glowering at her.
"You've been out with a man, haven't you, Sally?" was his first remark to her in a stern, almost cruel voice. And she saw that he was wearing his bathrobe over his pajamas and his slippers.
"Yes, I have. If you must know, I was out with Brad Tobler. He used to date Laura, and I wanted to find out if he knew where she was."
"I see." His thin lips twisted in a kind of sneer. "I think I remember that young man. Your sister Laura and you have a good deal in common, it appears, Sally. Both of you like to tease and to flirt and to lead a man on, and that's damnable. Even a respectable harlot deserves more admiration than girls who lead men on without any intention of satisfying them."
"That's a dreadful thing to say!" Sally gasped, her cheeks reddening angrily. "I told you, I went out with him only because I wanted to see if he knew where Laura could be."
"And why is it so important for you to find your sister? You know perfectly well I told her she could go out on her own until she learned commonsense. So perhaps at last she found herself a job and understood what responsibility really is. And if she's a failure, she'll come whining back here, you wait and see."
"No, I don't think she will. I want to go find her."
"You're of age, Sally, and I can't stop you legally. But I'm still your father, and I have some authority as long as you're living here with me. I don't want you to do that. It would be a great mistake."
"Why? Just because you hate her?" Sally flared.
He rose, his face dark with anger. "That's not true. She's the one who hates me, yes, and you too. And just look at yourself-your lipstick smeared, your skirt rumpled. Oh yes, you're going the same way she did, and yet you're older, and I thought you had better judgment. So you were out petting and necking with that fellow, in your attempt to pry away secrets from him."
Sally Durmont blushed again, this time in indignation and remembered shame. Brad Tobler, in his unexpected attack on her when he had spanked her, had ripped her panties off so that she could not wear them. She had flung them out of the car, and even now she felt the immodesty of how scantily she was clad, with only her half-slip and her skirt covering her loins and bottom.
"I didn't neck or pet with him, and you've no right to say such a thing!" she exclaimed, her eyes welling with tears. "He tried to make love to me, and that's the truth, and I fought him off."
"Oh I'm sure you did," Matthew Durmont sneered. "Old as you are, Sally, I think it's time you learned a lesson. You've had it coming for a long time, just as much as your sister did before you. You're on the path to shamelessness and harlotry."
"Why do you say horrible things like that to me? Just because I wear makeup, as any girl my age does? I told you, he made advances to me, and I told him to bring me home. I detest him!"
"And yet your lipstick is smeared, and your skirt is rumpled," Matthew Durmont persisted. "No, I'm afraid I can't accept your explanation. I promised your mother I would look after both you girls, and now that Laura is gone, you are still my responsibility. Come along now!" With this, he seized her by the wrists.
"What do you mean? What are you doing? Ouch, my wrists, you're hurting me!" Sally Durmont cried out, trying to tug herself free.
Matthew Durmont had surprising strength, and his face was hard and his eyes were glittering almost with the zeal of a religious fanatic as he pulled her towards his bedroom.
Forcing her inside, he closed and locked the door behind him, flipped on the light switch. "I'm going to give you a whipping, Sally," he announced.
"Oh no you're not! I won't take that from anyone, least of all you!" the beautiful black-haired young woman cried out, her eyes sparkling with tears of indignation and rage. She had never been more desirable, her magnificent titties rising and falling violently against the bodice of her dress. Her fists clenched, she stood in an attitude of defiance.
Matthew Durmont coldly reached out and slapped her viciously across the cheek. "That's a start for your impertinence, young lady!" he exclaimed.
Sally uttered a cry of horror, recoiling, a hand to her flaming cheek. "You're mean and cruel, and now I know what Laura meant when she said she couldn't stand it here anymore with you! I'm going to leave, too! And you can't stop me, do you understand?"
"Not legally, as I told you. Very well, if you are set on becoming a slut as I think your sister is, go and good riddance," his tone was sarcastic. "But you're not leaving until you've had your punishment. Both of you girls have constantly flouted my authority, hated and resented me ever since I married your mother. And now you come in and have no contrition at all for your shamelessness tonight."
With this, and with a strength that Sally would not have believed, he seized both her wrists, pulled her towards him as he sat down on the bed. With a cry of furious indignation, Sally tried to jerk herself free, planting her feet on the floor and resisting. But his wiry strength was too much for her. With another cry of anguish, she felt herself pulled over his lap, stretched out along the edge of the bed, and then his left hand had gripped both her wrists and forced them to the small of her back, and his right hand was yanking up her skirt and then the half-slip.
"So!" he thundered. "You shameless hussy! And then you tell me that you went out with this young man to get information about your sister.
And you went out without wearing panties, exposing yourself. And I see that he's been amusing himself with you-look at the red marks on that wicked bottom of yours! Well, my girl, I'm going to put a few more there!"
"No, you shan't, you're wrong! He-he spanked me because I wouldn't because I wouldn't let him make love to me I swear that's the truth I'll never forgive you for this you hateful, cruel man you let me go aahhh!"
For Matthew Durmont, raising his right hand, had brought it down with an angry SMACKK on the lower right cheek of Sally's magnificent bottom. It was splotched all over from Brad Tobler's "sour-grapes" attack in the car, and so it stung atrociously, reviving all the pain of that first humiliating punishment.
Sally's lovely legs kicked in the air, as she tried desperately to shove herself off the bed.
But her stepfather managed her as if she were a child, and as his hand continued to rise and fall, flattening the reddening globes of her naked ass, she began to become terrified by his ferocious and unjust emprise of her.
As she wiggled and twisted, frantic with pain and shame now, actually crying like a child with tears running down her cheeks and pleading with him to stop, her movements made her naked loins rub against his lap, and to her horror she felt the hard, unmistakable protuberance of his prick press against her furry virgin snatch.
Then in a blinding flash, she knew all to well the truth of Laura's accusations. She should have remembered what Laura had said to him when he had told her that he ought to have taken a strap to her bottom a long time ago; Laura had said that of course you would have liked to do that, because he was a lecherous old man, because he wanted to see her naked and lusted for her. Oh God, it was horrible! And to think that poor Laura had had to run away from home, the home that had been theirs since early childhood, all because of this dreadful man who had somehow made their beloved mother marry him!
But the rapid, stinging blows on her naked seat, already tenderized by Brad Tobler's spanking, began to hurt her, and she cried out poignantly as he continued with apparently no sign of stopping. With methodical regularity, Matthew Duromont continued to spank her squirming, jerking, hurling bare bottom, until the dark red marks spread and her flesh felt bruised and hot and it was sheer agony for each new spank to fall on her cringing flesh.
"You harlot!" he sermonized her as he continued to spank. "Now I understand what those marks on your bottom were, you sinful creature! Yes, I've read a good deal about the deviate ways you young people of today seek to experience in your depraved rut of the flesh! He spanked you to stimulate both of you so that you could fornicate! I'm sure you're not a virgin any longer, if you ever were!"
And this completely stupefying charge left her utterly stunned by its injustice and its perversity. As his hand continued to smack her burning, throbbing naked behind, Sally Durmont now exerted all her strength and flung herself off his lap, managing to break loose from the grip he had on her wrists, and stood tottering, tears running down her cheeks, panting, trembling, staring at him through the tears as if she were looking at a monster.
"I'm going to leave, I don't ever want to see you again, you filthy, horrible man! Yes, whatever Laura said about you was true, I know it now! I'm not a stepdaughter to you, I'm just a female that you enjoy torturing for your own dreadful excitement look at yourself oh you animal!"
"Yes, you bitch, I'm an animal, because both you sluts have aroused me that way with your easygoing, harlots' ways," he sneered as he rose to face her. "Well, since you've been out fucking with that young man of yours, you can't object too much if I take my pleasure with you too--after all, you're still under my control, Sally!"
His bathrobe gaped now, and so did the fly of his pajama trousers. Sally's eyes fixed incredulously on the thrusting spear of his lean, taut prick. Her mouth gaped, and she stood rooted to the spot in utter loathing and dread.
He sprang at her, his hands clutching her shoulders, dragging her back to the bed and flinging her down upon it. Bent back, she struck at him with her fist, but he laughed and buried his mouth in her throat, pinning her down till her back ached from the uncomfortable angle at which she had been thrust against the edge of the bed. His left knee was between her thighs, clamping her there, and now his left hand fucked up her skirt and half-slip, exposing her cunt and lovely creamy thighs. As she struck at him with all her might, his right hand flashed out and gripped her wrist, then twisted it behind her back, and Sally screamed in pain.
She felt his prick rub against her inner thigh, then the furry muff of her pussy. With a last desperate resistance, she twisted her face and sank her teeth into his forearm. He let go of her wrist with a yowl of pain and swore at her viciously, "You dirty little whore, you're going to get it for that!"
But he had relaxed his grip and half-straightened. With all her might, Sally drew up her right knee and smashed it into his crotch, against his testicles.
Matthew Durmont uttered a hideous, piercing shriek, doubled over, grabbed for his balls and then sank down on his knees to the floor, twisting this way and that in unspeakable agony.
Panting and sobbing, Sally Durmont ran out of the room, and back to hers. There, taking down a small suitcase, she hurriedly packed it with her under things and a few dresses and hose, opened the top drawer of her dresser and took out her bankbook and the letter of trust from the bank executor which told her that her parents' legacy was being administered by the bank and that it would be at her disposal. Then, still hearing her stepfather's bellowing agony, she ran to the front door, opened it and slammed it shut as she hurried out to the street to find a cruising cab.