Chapter 3
Candy's mother Callie might not have been quite so eager to foist off her selfish daughter on her older sister if she had known exactly how Jennifer Danton really felt about her.
She had, however, been quite right when she had told Candy that Jennifer kept herself up very well. At forty-five, Jennifer Danton was still a most desirable woman. About five feet eight inches in height, her hair still black with hardly a trace of gray and coiffed in a strict bun at the back of her head, she had a lithe, svelte body that could still rouse the gleam in a man's eye. She had been doing just that for the past decade to Sheriff Ted Hawkins, who several times had tried to get her to marry him but without success. It annoyed him all the more because he fancied himself the real power of the little town of Kentley, about seventy-two miles southwest of Springfield. The town comprised about thirty-eight hundred citizens including children, and a few of those had been fathered by Sheriff Hawkins himself out of wedlock. There were at least three of them, and each of the mothers had done something wrong which the law officer had found out about, so that she had had to allow him into her bed for a fucking to pay him to keep his mouth shut.
The trouble was that Jennifer Danton knew a great deal about his character, and that was one reason in itself for her refusing his offer of marriage. The other was that she was the sort of woman who much preferred going to bed with members of her own sex instead of men. Ironically, in all her forty-five years of life, she had never once been fucked-and the closest she had ever got was in college when she had let a handsome young senior on top football team get on top of her and try to pull down her panties and put his prick into her pussy. Fear of pregnancy and of the act itself-though she had been stirred by his kisses and fingerings-had made her hold him off so that she saved her cherry.
But there was just one exception. She had fallen madly in love with Douglas Winston, but unfortunately he had picked Callie. And Jennifer Danton had never forgiven her sister for winning the man she herself had really wanted.
Also what Candy didn't know was that her aunt ran a boarding school which catered to girls between the ages of fifteen to twenty. Hers was a select institution, with only about forty pupils. She had two handsome, mature women as her assistants, Delia Henshaw, twenty-nine, auburn-haired and buxom, and Lucille Emory, thirty-two, slim, imperious, light-brown-haired.
She had bought an old house ten years ago, with three stories and an attic. Through remodeling, she had reverted the house into dormitory rooms for her students, quarters for her two aids and herself, and enlarged the attic so that it could become a kind of assembly hall. In the basement, there was recreation equipment like rolling machines, vaulting horses and even gymnasium rings. But the basement was used also for punishments, for Jennifer Danton believed in corporal chastisement for naughty girls. Moreover, having been a schoolteacher in a rural school not far from where she had finally settled down, she had managed to attract girls whose relatives or separated parents were quite happy to have them out of the way and were also only too glad to write her a letter authorizing her to spank them when in her opinion they needed it.
And since Jennifer Danton was a sadist in addition to being a lesbian, this arrangement enchanted her. Her aids, Delia and Lucille, shared not only her bed but also her views on the value of whipping or spanking a naughty girl from time to time.
It was thus to this singular boarding-house school that Candy Winston was destined for the most eventful summer of her relatively short life....
Ted Hawkins, Jennifer's own age, was nearly bald, stout, with a fleshy mouth and bulbous nose. He had a florid complexion and a thick Missouri drawl. He seemed apathetic and sluggish, but to consider him that was to underestimate him completely. He owned some of the best property in the town, although he was careful to have the deeds registered in the names of his cousins and trustworthy friends. He was practically the law in Kentley, and her particularly enjoyed dealing with "hippies" and runaways of the female variety. His quite modern jail, which housed fifteen prisoners at maximum, afforded him many delightful opportunities for enjoying the trembling naked charms of a young girl vagrant whom he had locked up for the night and whom he had threatened to send to jail for a long term. By means of bullying and terrifying the prisoner, he almost invariably forced her to yield herself to escape the threatened punishments. But most of all, he enjoyed spanking or whipping his victims, because it not only aroused him to savage lust but it also served to cow the girls so that they would not struggle when he fucked them or made them kneel down and take out his cock and French him lovingly-unless, of course, they preferred another thrashing.
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Ted Hawkins had been born a farmer, but he had spent his heritage in drinking and on women. However, he was smart enough to realize that he had to earn his daily bread and so he began to make friends with the influential businessmen of the town. Ten years ago, he had been elected sheriff, and since then he had kept Kentley as clean as a whistle, costing the town fathers very little money in the way of taxes or expenses for the conduct of his jail. His salary was modest, but here and there he knew where he could dip his finger into many pies, and he did.
Of course he knew about Jennifer Danton's school, but he had never really investigated it. If he had done so, he would have been wildly anxious to make Jennifer submit to him so that the two of them together could have all those forty pretty girls at his disposal. But exactly because she had refused herself to him, over the years he had developed a smoldering lust for her, and no day went by when he did not imagine what it would be like to throw her down on the bed, rip off her clothes, and stick his cock deep into her cunt and show her what she had been missing all these years by turning him down.
It was the day before the Fourth of July, and Ted Hawkins was looking forward to an interesting evening. This morning, while he had been driving around in his Ford station wagon to which he had added a siren and a revolving light on the top of the car just like a big-city squadrols, he had seen a tall young girl stop down the highway, and then run into an old cornfield to the north. He speeded up the car, parked it and got out, his gun drawn. "Come out of there, you!" he had called. And then he had fired a warning shot into the air. Terrified, the fugitive had emerged, her hands high in the air, her face very pale, stammering, "I didn't do nuttin', Mister, don't shoot!"
He had made her get into the car with him, driven her back to town and locked her up into one of the cells. Before doing so, he had interrogated her. She reluctantly admitted that she had run away from her stepfather in Nastinville, a little hamlet about eighteen miles south. Her name was Betsy Wymer, she was seventeen, and she also confessed to have stolen some of her stepfather's money in order to make good her escape. Ted Hawkins had grinned and picked his yellow, nicotine-stained teeth with a toothpick as he had listened to the girl and studied her. She was a nice sweet piece of ass, and it had been about two weeks since he had any. Betsy Wymer was going to help him celebrate the Fourth of July, starting this very evening.
He finished up his paperwork, locked it in his desk, then yawned and then got up, stretching his arms and legs. Then he slowly went across the street to Borchard's Eatery, the only restaurant in town, but quite a good one, with home-cooked meals at quite reasonable prices. There he ordered a chicken dinner for his prisoner, with plenty of mashed potatoes and two ears of corn. Half an hour later, he carried the tray back into his office, opened the door which led along a narrow corridor and thence at the back of the building to the neat iron-barred cells. Betsy Wymer was the only occupant at the moment, which was exactly what he wanted.
"I brought you some grub, Betsy. Eat hearty!" he ordered as he unlocked the door and set the tray down on her bunk. He noticed that she was trembling as she stood quickly and went to press her back against the wall, as far away from him as she could get in the narrow cell. The bunk wasn't too long, but it would do fine for a bed tonight when he came to fuck her. He didn't really have the energy this hot day to drive her to his little house about three miles west, but he'd get plenty of mileage out of Betsy tonight without having to move her at all.
"I even brought you a glass of ice tea, honey. And a piece of apple pie. Now you eat good, and then we'll talk about what's going to happen to you," he added with a jovial grin.
"Do I have to-do I have to go back to my stepfather, Mr. Hawkins?"
"We'll talk about that, like I said, when I get back. Now you just eat up. This town spent plenty of money on your dinner, so don't you go wasting it none, hear me?"
"Y-yes, s-sir," she quavered.
"That's a good girl. See you later, Betsy," he said affably. Then he went out of the cell, locked the door, grinned at her, and then walked slowly back to his office and closed the narrow door connecting it and the corridor which led to the cells. Now he would go have his own supper, maybe a couple of drinks over at Pete's saloon, and by then he'd be feeling the urge to haul his ashes. And that long-legged piece of squirming ass, Betsy, was going to do the job for him, and he could hardly wait. She had such a mournful, pretty face on her, she just made a man naturally get horny. She had nice pearly white skin, too, and he could hardly wait until he started to rip her duds off her to see what kind of tits she had and whether she had had any fucking in that cute little snatch of hers. He had a feeling that maybe she had already made out. That would make it even better. It was too damned messy with cherries, though of course it was a lot of fun to hear them yell and squeal when you were putting cock to them and pressing your way inside for the very first time ever.