Chapter 2
Wendy ran up the stairs two at a time, almost tripping, the way she had running down to open the door. She was out of breath when she came to Tisa's room and saw what was going on in there.
Roger had put on his underwear, and he was standing there with that and nothing else, except for his thick black leather belt.
Tisa was on the bed, on her stomach, trying to cover her face.
"You little bitch," he screamed at her again, and Wendy could see that Tisa's arm already had two thick red lash marks on it.
"No," she screamed out then. "Don't hit her again."
Roger stopped, his arm still up in the air, the leather still ready to make contact. He turned his head to look at the door, and he could see the way Wendy had tears rolling down her cheeks. But her tears hadn't moved him in years. Perhaps when they had first gotten married, she could get to him with her tears, but not since then.
"You shut the fuck up and stay out of this," he said. "She's being a snotty little bitch all over again. Now why did you run away?"
"Jesus, don't you even know why yet?" Tisa asked, raising her head just a little bit, but keeping it close to her hands, in case she had to cover her face once more. "It's all because of you."
"What do you mean?" he asked. "Be more specific."
"What the hell for?" the sixteen year old asked. "We've been through it a dozen times already. You're a goddamn tyrant. I can't stand it in this house."
"You have everything that a girl could possibly want," he said.
"Yeah, except maybe freedom to do whatever I want. If I wanted to live the life of a slave, sure, then I'd be happy here."
"You'll live the life of a slave, young lady. You haven't proved that we should treat you any better. And as a slave, you will be whipped for being disobedient."
He raised the belt again to lash it at her, and Wendy had to scream out again. As she did, he turned, and he hit her with the belt, right on the shoulder. Her robe helped to keep it from hurting as much as it would have against naked flesh but there was still a great deal of pain.
He turned back to Tisa, and he started to lash her hard. The third belt lash hit her right on the back, and cut through her blouse.
She reached for a pillow, and tried to pull it over her back.
"You bitch," Roger said. "You'll take the punishment you deserve."
He walked toward the bed and grabbed the pillow. She tried to hold it, clutching at it with both hands, but he slapped her across the face. Then, he grabbed her and he pulled her across his lap, fast.
He was sitting on the edge of the bed as she started to kick her legs, and he could feel the heat of her crotch near his. He knew that his cock was still semi-hard in his underwear, and he could feel himself getting stiffer.
When she accidentally kicked him on the side of the head (or was it an accident, he wondered), he grabbed her long blonde hair. He pulled her head back by yanking on her hair, and he heard her screaming louder.
"You fucking bastard. Leave me alone, you fucking bastard."
He doubled his belt over, and then he whacked her hard on the buttocks, through her pants and her panties. She screamed with bloody pain when she felt him doing that, and then, he yanked at her pants.
Roger pulled her pants and her underpants right down over her buttocks. He could see a red lash mark on her ass from the one lashing, and he knew that it was nowhere near as red as it would be now, with the belt against her naked flesh.
He lashed her again on the ass, and he could hear the loud cracking sound of the leather against her flesh. As she screamed again, this time louder, he also heard the way Wendy was starting to scream. He had ladies' screams in stereo, and he decided to yell out to his wife, which he did.
"Wendy, just shut the hell up. Get out of here."
But Wendy was already on her knees by the door, watching the way he was whipping their daughter for running away. She could only see him through tear-stained eyes, and it was a little blurry. But she could not move from her spot. She was glued to it. She was thinking, too, that this punishment would be every reason in the world for her to try and run away again. This was not the way to deal with Tisa.
"Shut up or get the hell out of here," he screamed at her again.
"Yes, keep commanding her. Command her to do whatever the hell you please, you goddamn tyrant. Go on. Go on," Tisa was screaming.
"You snotty little bitch. I hate to think that you were my daughter."
"That makes two of us," she said.
And he whacked her buttocks again and again with the thick leather belt. He could see the thick lash marks that were left on her ass cheeks.
And after a few of them, her buttocks started to glow with a red color, and soon there was even some blood from some of the whip marks.
He kept whipping her ass over and over again, and the more she tried to squirm out of his grasp, the more turned on he was getting in the crotch. At one point, Tisa thought she could feel something.
She started to press her crotch down against his groin, even harder, and she could feel his stiff cock bulge.
Though her ass felt like it was on fire, and her whole body was aching with a kind of pain, she still had enough strength for words. It was her words, she thought, that could cause more damage to him than anything else, because she certainly did not have the physical strength to fight back.
"This is actually turning you on," she said to him. "You fucking sadist bastard. I can feel the way your cock is getting harder. You're getting turned on whipping me. Now let's see how long it takes before you decide to rape me.
"Tisa," Wendy screamed out, as if she was shocked.
"Do you hear what a sewer mouth this bitch of ours has?" Roger screamed.
"I got it all from you, bastard. All from you. Where the fuck else do you think I learned my vocabulary from? All from you."
"Bitch," he screamed again, and this time, because he was aware of the fact that she knew he was hard, he pushed her off.
He pushed her right onto the bed, and he climbed up on her back. As he pressed himself down on her back, he started to hit her buttocks even harder with the leather belt whip, and from his angle of lash application, he was whipping her harder.
"Yeah, keep doing it," she was moaning, through her tears. "Keep doing it. If this is the only way to turn yourself on, then you might as well, you bastard. Keep whipping me if it's the only way to get you hard."
She was building up his fury by talking this way, and the more he lashed her the more energy he seemed to have. It was not as if he was being drained at all.
Wendy managed to lean against the wall, and by leaning against it, she was able to stand up, though her legs were still a little shaky.
As she crossed her arms over her chest, and cowered, she spoke through tears, too.
"Don't you think you've done enough to her already? Don't you think that you've punished her enough for what she's done?"
"No, he obviously doesn't," Tisa was moaning. "He obviously has to keep doing it until he's sure that he's fully hard. Then he'll get you."
"Tisa, shut up," Wendy said. "You're only making it worse."
"I know what the hell I'm doing," the girl said, and her hostile words angered Wendy, enough for her to feel that the next lashing, at least, was justified. But as he continued, and it seemed like he had hit her twenty, no thirty, no forty times, she thought he was going a little bit too far.
"Please stop hitting her already, Roger. Please. You've punished her enough."
And he did stop, not because of Wendy's pleading. That didn't work with him. He stopped because his arm was tired, and he could see how bloody and red Tisa's buttocks were. He climbed off her back, and then he got off the bed.
She lay there, breathing heavily, trying to catch her breath. She turned her head to look at him for a second, and her eyes blazed with hate.
He walked out of the room, and as he passed Wendy, he touched her breast through her robe, and he whispered.
"Let's go to the bedroom, now," he said to her. "Come on."
"I'll be there in a few minutes. I have to help her clean herself up."
She could see how mad he was, but she decided that she would stick to her words this time. Nothing he could say would make her change her mind.
He seemed to sense it. He told her he would be expecting her in five minutes, and then he walked out of Tisa's room. He slammed the bedroom door shut after he went into his own room, and it was not until the sound reverberated that Wendy walked toward her daughter's bed and sat down. She looked at the bloody, sore buttocks, then stood up again and walked toward the bathroom.
She wet a washcloth and a towel, and brought them back to Tisa's room. As she put the wet cloth on the girl's buttocks, Tisa groaned.
"Oh, shit, that hurts," she said to her mother.
"It's going to hurt a lot for the next few days. You really got him mad."
"I don't care," the girl said. "I had a lot of time to think after the cops picked me and Debbie up. I knew I would face something like this, and I decided back then that as long as I was going to have to face it, I might as well get back at him."
"And how do you think you got back at him?" Wendy asked.
"With my words, I hope. I don't know. Oh, Mother, I'm sorry I ran away," the girl finally said, and she broke into tears. "I'm sorry, only because I know that it upset you. I don't give a shit about him."
"Tisa, he's your father. I don't want to hear you say that."
And Wendy was happy when the girl didn't say anything else. She was expecting her bold, brazen daughter to keep talking about her father, even though she'd been told not to. She finished cleaning the girl's sore buttocks, then toweled them dry.
"I'll put some lotion on," Wendy said. "It might sting but it will help the wounds heal a little bit faster."
"Just give it to me. I'll put it on," Tisa said. "I think you should go to the bedroom. He must be waiting for you."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Don't you think I know what you're going to do with him when you go to his room now? Mother, I'm not stupid. He'll get mad at you if you're not there."
Wendy hated hearing Tisa talk like this, and wanted to say something so that the girl would understand. But she didn't know what to say, and so, she just stood up and started to leave the room. She turned as she stood near the door.
"We'll talk tomorrow, all right?" she asked Tisa, and she waited until the girl turned her head, smiled, then nodded. "I'm glad you're home."
Wendy walked down the hall toward her own room, and as she opened the door, she saw him sitting on the bed. He was naked again, having slipped his underwear off, and his cock was hard as a rock.
"Shall we continue from where we left off?" he asked her.
She could see the way he was running his hand up and down his cock shaft, and she thought it looked so hideous. The fact that he could be there playing with his cock, and the fact that he could be aroused, too, after such a display in the other room, really bothered her. She was not in the mood now.
But as she took off her robe, something that she would do to sleep, he reached for her hand and pulled her over to him.
He got her up on her knees, so that she was straddling him, and then he pulled her close so that he could lick her pussy again.
She was still wet from before, and he could have easily forced her to sit on his dick, but he didn't do that. Instead, he started to suck on her clit again, and he moved her hand to his cock shaft so that she was massaging it.
He moaned softly as he sucked on her juices, and she looked down at him. He was moaning almost like a baby, sucking its mother's tit, and she did love this side of him so much. She started to stroke his hair as she purred just a little bit, and she could feel the way his dick throbbed.
Then, after he had sucked a nice thick load of come out of her, he started to push her back a little bit. She knew that she was going to end up sitting on his dick again, and that was just what happened.
She slid her cunt all the way down his cock, and felt him moving his hands to her buttocks again. He cupped each buttock in each hand, and he started to guide her up and down his shaft gently. She did really like this position, because she could feel the way her clit was tingling a lot.
Her clit made great contact with his cock shaft this way.
As he started to throb a little bit, she spasmed harder, and she moved her lips to his and kissed him with some passion. She could have put more into it, but a part of her was still remembering the scene from a few minutes ago. A part of her was still hating him for the way he had abused Tisa.
Perhaps, were one to separate sex into two parts, the mental and the physical, her feelings could be explained this way: Wendy was not into the sex mentally at first, because she could not stop thinking about what had happened, but as his cock was working her over physically, and her cunt was reacting physically, the physical started to take over for the mental as well.
Soon, she was riding up and down his shaft and loving it.
Then, she felt him cupping her hot buttocks even harder. And within a few more seconds, he was rolling over, and he was still inside of her. She spread her legs even wider them, and lifted her ass up off the bed a little bit more so that he could get at her from a better angle.
Then he started to thrust his hard cock in and out of her pussy, faster and harder. She could feel his groin slapping against her buttocks each time he thrust in, and his balls were feeling really nice too.
She moved her hand to his balls, in fact, and she held them.
Then, she felt him starting to kiss her on the lips. At first, she was not getting into it and she tried to turn her head away. But then, as she felt the heat rising in her body, she started to suck on his tongue.
His hairy chest was pressing against her nipples and they throbbed hard because of that contact. As he got more and more sweaty, and his chest was sliding against her nipples, she loved that, too.
Then he started to lick her neck, and her skin tingled more than ever. He moved his lips to her ear, and as he was moaning softly, the warm breath was turning her on, as well as his warm wet tongue which flicked against her ear.
"Oh yeah, baby, you are so fucking hot," he was moaning. "I can feel this super hot pussy of yours working around me, and I just love it. So fucking hot."
"Keep fucking me, Roger. I love the way it feels with this dick of yours in me. Keep fucking me. Fuck me even harder."
"You got it, baby," he moaned. "You got it. I'll fuck you forever."
When he started to throb hard again, she did not want it to end. She wrapped her legs around his buttocks, and squeezed really hard. She could feel the way his ass cheeks were spasming a little bit, and she felt how wet his buttocks were.
She was happy that he did not come in her then.
He pulled his lips away from her ears, and pressed his palms flat on the bed. When he held his arms straight, his chest was no longer pressing against her breasts, and she looked up at her tall, strong man.
This was the man she had married, she knew. This was the part of him that she just loved. The part that represented his strength and dominance over her. The part that could be dominant without being abusive.
At one point, he pulled his cock out of her pussy, and started to rub it through her blonde pubic patch. She loved the way it looked when she looked down between her legs, because his cock head looked like the head of a snake, and overall it looked almost like a snake moving through some grass.
She kept looking at it, and then she could see him looking right at her eyes. He was watching her reaction to his cock, and she heard him speak.
"Yeah, you love the look of my dick, don't you?" he asked her. "You love the look of my dick when it rubs against your body, right?"
"Mmm," she moaned, and he moved his hand to her hair. He pulled it much harder when she expected him to, and he spoke with more anger.
"Don't just say that. I want you to tell me. I want to hear the words."
She hated this, and she knew that he knew how much she hated it. And yet, it was as if he was trying to put her through some kind of a test. He didn't try to get his dick back into her cunt, and wouldn't try for a few minutes. She was so sure that he wouldn't put it in her unless she said what he wanted to hear.
"Yes, I love your cock," she moaned, softly. "I love the way it looks as it rubs against my cunt hairs. I love the way it feels in me. I know that you have so much power over me, and your cock is the power."
"Yes," he moaned. "Yes, tell me more, Wendy, tell me more."
"It makes my whole body surge with pleasure when you put it in me. I can feel a heat just blazing through me, and I just love the way that it feels. It's the most magnificent cock in the world."
"And you'll always worship it," he said to her, and she nodded.
He pulled back, so that his cock slipped off her cunt patch, and he pointed the head of it right down at her pussy lips.
He moved his cock deep inside of her body, and she started to moan loud. She wrapped her legs around his ass again, and he started to thrust in and out of her at a nice rapid rate. He moved his fingers to her nipple, and at first, he massaged them rather gently, but then, as they started to throb more, she could feel the way his fingers were pinching at her nipples.
It was hurting a little bit too much, but she was scared to say anything.
When she felt him throbbing the next time inside of her, she knew that he was going to be taking himself all the way.
She could tell by the look of determination on his face, and she saw the way he started to lick his lips as he was thrusting faster. There was some sweat dripping down his forehead, and she watched the trickle of sweat dripping over his nose. It hung from the tip of his nose, then landed on her body.
"Oh yeah, any second now," he was moaning. "Any second now and you're gonna feel my cream filling your hot pussy. Any second."
And then, she started to come hard around him. She could feel her tight pussy spasms working against the throbbing of his cock, and she started to moan with pleasure. Less than a few seconds later, he exploded.
Wendy started to thrust her pussy up and down against him, because he just thrust in deep when he was coming. She loved feeling his cream deep inside of her, but she also loved it when he kept moving.
So she was doing the moving for him, and she could feel the way his warm pulsing cock shaft was still making great contact with her clit. Her clit tingled even more, and her whole body throbbed with sensation.
He moved his lips down to kiss her, and she sucked hard on his tongue that time, because the heat from her mouth and her cunt just seemed to surge through the rest of her body, until it was overpowering.
He stayed on top of her for a long time, until his cock started to lose its blood, and even then he did not move, until he went limp and fell out of her. Then, he rolled over on the side of the bed, and lay there breathing heavily.
"That was so nice, Wendy," he moaned softly. "So very nice."
"Yes, it was," she said. "I liked it a lot."
"Don't you see? Don't you see then? When it's just you and me, then things always work out right. But when she gets in the way, that's when the problems start."
"I don't want to talk about it now," she said to him. "Please."
"No, we have to, because you always seem to forget. Things go well between us all the time, and then she does something to make you mad at me, or something that just ends up upsetting both of us. Don't you see?"
Wendy didn't know if he was telling the truth. There had been times when she thought that Tisa's hateful feelings toward him were justified. There had been times when he'd hit her for the slightest wrongdoing.
"Don't you see?" he asked her again, and she could feel his chest rubbing against her back as he moved his body closer to hers.
She knew he was going to press her for an answer, and she didn't want to have to lie to him, but she did. She told him that she did see.
"But did you have to hit her so hard?" she asked him.
And she could feel his body moving on the bed a little bit, but she had her back to him, and was too scared to turn and see what he was doing.
She didn't have to turn and see. A second later, she felt a hard cracking against her ass, at the same time that she heard the sound. She turned in time to see him pull the belt back a second time and hit her again.
"Yes," he nodded, with an evil look on his face. "Yes, I did have to hit her so hard. It's the only way to teach her. And don't you question me about it again."