Chapter 9
It was the middle of August, and Candy Winston was beside herself to know exactly what to do to get away from her aunt's isolated supervision. She had thought that by now her mother would call at least once, but Jennifer Danton had simply remarked on the few times Candy had asked that all she had got was a letter containing money for Candy's expenses during her stay. And her father was just as silent, except that at the end of July he had sent a letter with a check for a hundred dollars for Candy to spend on herself as she saw fit. The problem was, there wasn't anything to spend it on in Kentley.
But what puzzled Candy even more was that on several occasions at lunchtime, she had seen a number of well dressed people who certainly didn't belong here in this hick town coming in for lunch and then going off to confer with her aunt. It was all very mysterious. She still had a room to herself, and there just wasn't anything to do. What few books her aunt had-or at least would lend her-were just as dry as dust, just as dry as the town itself. Autobiographies and historical works and poetry and that sort of nonsense. What Candy wanted was a good dinner in a fine restaurant and then a flirtatious date with a young man who would go ape over her and whom she could put properly in his place. Indeed, she had even come to frigging herself in order to fall asleep several nights, for want of any other distraction. Her vigorous and healthy young body at the age of twenty already demanded mating, but she was still a virgin. And there just wasn't any man around.
But what she didn't know was that her aunt had already made plans to trap Candy into a guilty scene so that she could at last realize her long-pentup ambition of giving Candy's delectable bottom its first sound spanking.
To that end, on this particular Thursday evening, she called in Susan Trotter, one of her special pets. Susan Trotter was nineteen, with short-bobbed auburn hair and a tawny skin and a long willowy body. She had small but perfect titties like oranges not yet fully ripe, but she had a voluptuous and opulent bottom and she was exceptionally passionate and masochistic. Her parents had died when she was eleven, and her elderly banker uncle, who was the head of a leading bank in a small Arkansas town, had received Jennifer Danton's brochure and enrolled his lovely niece about three years ago. In that three-year span, Susan had become the loveslave of Candy's aunt. Her very first spanking, just two weeks after her sixteenth birthday, had found her accepting it so humbly and gracefully that Jennifer Danton was enchanted with the lovely auburn-haired teenager. She found reason to call the girl back two weeks later, and give her another spanking, much longer but applied only with the hand (the first had been with the ruler). Under her caressing hand, between spanks, she had felt Susan's bottom squirm and wriggle, had heard the girl sigh and gasp, then turn her flushed face back in a manner that indicated that she was experiencing pleasure as well as discomfort. And that very night, after finishing the spanking, she had consoled sweet Susan in her own bed, teaching her the exquisite games of pussyrubbing and sixtynining.
Susan was in her room now, just before midnight, and Susan was wearing only the thinnest of white cotton pajamas and high-heeled sandals. She looked charmingly boyish in a sense, because her hair was bobbed so short and her bubbies were hardly jutting or distinctive. Yet, once exposed, they were sweet handfuls which any man would have gloried to seize and fondle.
"Susan, I want you to do me a great big favor, darling."
"Of course, dear Auntie Jennifer," Susan Trotter cooed as she knelt down beside the dominatress' armchair. Jennifer Danton was in her slip and bathrobe, and she reached out her hand and tenderly caressed the lovely young woman's head and cheek.
"That's a darling. You know my niece, Candy?"
"Oh yes, Auntie Jennifer."
"Of course I'm her real aunt, but not in the way I am to you, pet. Only I'd like to make her that way, if you know what I mean."
"I-I think so, Auntie Jennifer," Susan blushed and giggled.
"Very well. Now here's what I want you to do. It's going to mean that I'm going to have to spank your lovely big bottom, darling, but I know you won't mind that at all. Besides, you'll be right next to Candy when she gets it, and you can watch everything, I promise. And I'll console you later on in my own special way."
Susan shivered, then felinely rose to her feet and perched herself in Jennifer Danton's lap, an arm around the mature dominatress' neck. They exchanged a long and passionate kiss, and Jennifer's hand crept towards the drawstrings of Susan's pajama pants, loosened it, and then began to delve until her forefinger was delicately tickling the soft lips of Susan Trotter's delicious cunthole.
It wasn't long before the two women were naked in each other's arms, grinding together amorously, their tongues rapiering together....
When Candy Winston returned after lunch on Friday to her room preparatory to taking a nap, she was miffed to find Susan Trotter already ensconced there, as if she had been there for ages. Susan was wearing white cotton shorts and a sleeveless blouse, her long lovely bare legs pedestalled in highheeled sandals.
"Hi, I'm Susan Trotter, your new roommate," she purred.
"Now wait a minute, Aunt Jennifer didn't tell me anything about this!" Candy said, stamping her foot with petulant annoyance. "I'm going to see her right away."
"Won't do you any good, Candy honey," Susan said with irritating familiarity as she stretched out her long lovely legs on the couch and pillowed her head in her arms, squirming her bottom around deliciously. "She told me I was to move in, and I guess she has the right to say who does what in her school."
"I'm just going to see about that. Don't you get too comfortable, Susan, you might have to get out of here in a hurry," was Candy Winston's angry answer.
About ten minutes later she came back to her room, her face red with chagrin and annoyance.
"Damn it all," she swore, "now why did she have to go and do that?"
"I guess maybe we're running short of space, honey. Cheer up, I don't snore in my sleep and I'll be awful nice to you."
"You just keep to yourself. And you're not going to sleep in the same bed with me, I don't go for girls."
"Why, Candy Winston, what you just said!" Susan Trotter giggled, pointing a telltale forefinger until Candy turned red with rage. "Who said anything about that? Now you be nice, or I'll tell your auntie."
What Candy Winston said was not only inaudible but unprintable. She went out of her room and slammed the door and took a long walk around the recreation yard, and kicked the soccer ball until finally fatigue exerted itself. Then reluctantly she went back to the room, flung herself down on her bed and ignored Susan's malicious little remarks till she finally fell asleep.
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After supper, she finished the novel which Aunt Jennifer had left her, and then, yawning at about nine-thirty, and decided it was time for bed. There wasn't anything to do except sleep or nap in this miserable place. Wait till she got hold of her mother for abandoning her!
She fell asleep, and she thought she was dreaming. She could feel a hand on her bubbie, and she could hear soft whispers about her. She thought maybe it was Ted Balton, the advertising salesman who had called her a prickteaser and who had tried to make time with her. Well, the way she felt right now, she wouldn't even mind if that dirty dog were dating her right now. Anything to get away from this monotony, this terrible boredom.
Her eyelids fluttered opened, and then she uttered a cry of indignation and alarm: "Hey, what are you doing? You get out of my bed, bitch!"
Susan Trotter had shed her pajama pants and was in just her tops. She was lying on her side towards Candy, and one hand was buried under Candy's thin nightie, a finger tickling the lips of Candy's virgin cunt. The other was busy fondling one of Candy's titties, and Susan's lips were moving here and there along the nightiesheathed soft belly.
"Oh be nice, darling, I've got the hots for you," Susan Trotter murmured huskily. "We haven't got any fellows here, so we have to make do with what we've got. Go on, let me love you, honey, I'll make you feel real nice," she promised.
"If you don't get out of my bed this minute, I'm going to yell and bring the house down," Candy Winston exclaimed angrily.
Just then the door opened, and Lucille Emory in her bathrobe and nightgown and slippers armed with a flashlight, entered. "What's going on here, what's all this noise?" she demanded. Then, as her flashlight fell on the two girls, she gasped: "Well, I never! You come along with me, both of you, we're going to see Miss Danton!"
Because wily Susan Trotter flung aside the sheets, and she was visible now naked from her neck to the waist, while Candy's nightgown had been rucked up just enough to show the young woman's thick, dark-brown cuntfleece against which one of Susan's fingers was still tracing delicate and erotic caresses.
"Now you look here, whoever you are-"
"My name is Lucille Emory and I'm one of the instructresses. And I'm on duty tonight as the monitor, just to catch such nastiness as this," the slim light-brown-haired mature instructress angrily retorted: "Both of you, come along this minute! It'll only be the worse for you if you don't, you too, Candy! Maybe you're not a student here, but you're old enough to know better. I think your aunt will want to talk to you about this.
"Damn it all," Candy exploded, "It was this bitch here, she got into bed with me and started fooling around-I told her I wouldn't stand for it-"
"You can tell all that to your aunt. Are you coming?" Lucille Emory pitilessly interrupted, her eyes fixing angrily on Candy's scarlet face.
Candy smoothed down her nightgown, and was about to get her robe when Lucille Emory said, "That won't be necessary, you just come right the way you are."
Candy gave Susan a glare and whispered under her breath, "You wait till I get there, I'm going to settle your hash, you cheap bitch!"
"You're welcome to try, honey," was Susan Trotter's taunting.
"I can't believe it, Candy Winston!" Jennifer Danton gasped, turning to her aghast niece. She wore her bathrobe over her one-piece bodysheath, and she had on black green leather highheeled pumps. There was a singular thing which Candy Winston had already noticed, distracted and outraged though she was: her aunt had put on lipstick and rouge and mascara and eyeshadow, and she really looked exotic and slinky. That was a funny thing so late at night. But to this she gave only momentary notice, because Lucille Emory had begun to tell her aunt all about what she had discovered. Then, to Candy's utter consternation, that sneaky and lying red -haired bitch of a Susan Trotter had burst into tears, got down on her knees and stammered, "I'm so awfully sorry, Miss Danton, I couldn't help it, but you know how it is-we-it was a hot night-and we were in bed together-and we just-just fooled around-I know I've been naughty and I ought to be punished-oh please don't expel me!"
"Why, that's a dirty lie and you know it, Susan Trotter!" Candy Winston's voice was shrill and again she stamped her foot.
"That's enough of that, young lady!" her aunt shot her a furious glance. "I have the testimony of Miss Emory, a teacher with me for ten years and in whom I have the utmost confidence. Besides, I have punished this naughty girl before for just such similar little games at night, and she knows better than to tell me a lie, don't you, Susan?"
"Oh yes-on please don't expel me, punish me any way you want, but please let me stay, give me another chance-I shouldn't have done it, I know, but she's so cute and I just couldn't help it-"
"Ohhhh! This is crazy-I won't stand for this-I'm going back to Chicago-" Candy spluttered.
"You will do no such thing. If you'd like to know something in utter confidence, young lady, I called your mother long distance just about an hour ago. I was quite aware that you didn't like it here at all. And she said that she didn't really give a damn, and that it would be good for you to get a little discipline for once in your life. I didn't have a chance to talk to your father, of course, but I'm sure he would concur. And now this wickedness-well, Candy Winston, the time has at last come for someone to take you in hand and correct your impossible behavior, your arrogance, your utter and misplaced sence of superiority to everybody else, and now of course your absolute immorality! Lucille, will you please take Candy down to the basement. And you, Susan, come along with me."
"I won't! You've got no right to do anything to me-I'm leaving-"
"Oh no you're not-Lucille, give me those handcuffs-that's it-now help me with this wicked girl-Ah, there we are!
Quick as a cat, Jennifer Danton had seized the pair of nickel-plated handcuffs which Lucille Emory had kept in the pocket of her bathrobe, and before Candy Winston could suspect what was going to happen to her, Lucille had seized both her wrists and dragged them behind her back, then twisted them till Candy had to bend forward to ease the painful traction. Instantly her aunt snapped on the cuffs, and Candy Winston found herself with her hands bound behind her back tied only in a very thin nightie, barefooted.
"Thank you, Lucille. Now then, let's take these naughty girls downstairs for a well deserved punishment," Jennifer Danton decreed.
Candy tried to struggle, but Lucille Emory was slim and wiry and also expert in judo and jiu-jitsu holds. She yelled and squealed as her elbows and shoulders felt dislocated when, trying to run away, Lucille seized her and twisted her limbs expertly. Then, one hand at the scuff of her neck, the other gripping her shackled wrists, she was led off ignominiously down the stairs. To add insult to injury, at times Lucille Emory would bring up her knee sharply right into Candy's shapely ass.
Fuming, on the verge of tears, and now just a little frightened, she found herself in this dark basement. And when the light switch was turned on, she uttered a cry of disbelief when she saw all the apparatuses and the panoply of whipping instruments in readiness!
"Lucille, I should appreciate your preparing Candy. Incidentally, unless I'm very much mistaken, it will be the very first time her naked bottom has been subjected to chastisementisn't that right, Candy dear?" Jennifer Danton sarcastically remarked.
"Ohhh! You haven't got any right-wait till I tell my father and mother-you're just my aunt and I'm twenty years old and nobody's going to spank me!" Candy furiously exclaimed. Again she tried to break away from Lucille Emory, who simply reached out and plunged her left hand into Candy's dark-brown hair and twisted and yanked it till with a shriek Candy was brought up short.
"That's the way to handle naughty girls," Jennifer Danton smugly declared. "I think, in view of her rebellion and her use of profanity and lack of remorse over the naughty things that she and Susan have done, she deserves a really exemplary whipping."
"I quite agree, Miss Danton," the slim brunette instructress agreed.
"Very well, suppose you put Candy on the sawhorse. Besides, if she finds it uncomfortable in a certain spot between her legs, she is only to remember that if she hadn't been naughty there, this wouldn't have taken place," the dominatress joked.
Lucille Emory seized Candy's elbows, and forced the rebellious beauty towards the apparatus, then piteously and with her superior strength and knowledge of judo, made the young woman straddle the horse. She prepared her by reaching down with one hand and yanking up the nightie to Candy's hips, so that there would be no impediment to the young woman's bare legs straddling the sharp-ridged apparatus. Once she had Candy forced down, she quickly reached under the sawhorse and took up a rope which was attached to a ring set in the underside at the middle, bound it quickly round the culprit's waist, and made it fast. This was used with particularly recalcitrant victims.
Then it was a simple matter for her to unlock the handcuffs, after first tying each of Candy's ankles with cords to the lower legs, and in turn binding the furiously indignant young beauty's wrists and fixing them in turn to the front legs at the base. And now, her nightie rolled up above her shapely ass, Candy Winston found herself for the first time in her twenty years of pampered life with her naked creamy bottom distended, her pussy pressing cruelly and painfully upon the sharp wooden ridge of the sawhorse, absolutely helpless to escape and painfully ready for her very first bare-bottom spanking!
Meanwhile, Jennifer Danton, after whispering something which made Susan Trotter blush, giggle, then nod hastily, was taking charge of her favorite. She had pulled off Susan's pajama tops, so that the young woman was stark naked. The sweet small orange-like bubbies rose and fell excitedly now, as Jennifer Danton's eyes fixed on the extraordinarily thick dark-auburn fleece of Susan's pussycurls which completely hid the dainty and sensitive pink lips of that amorous slit whose passionate propensities she herself had so often tested.
"I'm going to have to be very harsh with you, Susan, even if you are younger," she scolded. "You've been in this school long enough to know that something like that is absolutely unheard of and forbidden. You can prepare yourself for a really good sound thrashing, young lady!"
"Oh yes, I'll do anything, if you'll only just not kick me out of the school, dear Miss Danton!" Susan played her role to perfection. And inwardly, she was melting away in her cunny at the thought of being spanked by her adored dominatress-lover.
Jennifer Danton took Susan by the earlobe and, smacking her magnificently plump, juddingly rounded tawnysheened ass lightly with her right palm, marched the naked beauty over to the spanking stool, a high stool whose top was padded with leather and at whose front and back legs were attached buckling straps. In a moment, Susan found herself bent well over, her wrists drawn down in front and tightly fettered, her ankles similarly treated. Thus her opulent round-cheeked ass, with its gradually deepening and shadowy groove, was presented tautly and in the most ideal angle for an ideal spanking.
Jennifer Danton now cast off her bathrobe, revealing herself in the cuirass and her highheeled pumps. Candy, her face screwed up with pain and her eyes bright with tears, turned back to stare and uttered a cry of disbelief: "Ohhh, my God-what's going to happen?"
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She had never before seen her aunt that way, and it was a revelation. It was not, however, the kind of revelation that Candy Winston was going to be happy to come upon ... and it so happened that this very night, Coralie Young was in her room with a sturdy forty-year-old widower from Kansas City, Missouri who had paid Jennifer Danton three hundred dollars for the pleasure of spanking Coralie and then making her use all three orifices to service him, her mouth, her tight warm cunt, and her even tighter and virgin bumhole. Peggy Allenby, at this very moment also, was squirming and squealing as the pink-and-white skin of her juicy bottom was being reddened very noisily with a slipper sole wielded by a plump bejeweled and handsomely dressed thirty-eight-year-old matron whose husband was in Europe and who herself had developed secret Lesbian tendencies which were inclined toward sadism. Indeed, she was going to ask Jennifer Danton if it was possible to engage Peggy Allenby as a maid in their home, because she knew that her husband would just love a menage a trois.
"Start her off with a good sound spanking with your hand, Lucille, that will shame her," Jennifer Danton called as she proceeded to make sure that lovely Susan's bonds were tight and that the girl was ready for her own share of chastisement.
"No, don't you dare, I forbid you to-oww! Goddamn you anyhow, stop it, stop it, you've got no right to do this-wait till I tell my folks how you're torturing me-owwwwohhh!!" Candy yelled as Lucille Emory's right palm collided sharply three times with the right upper summit of her thrust-out creamy ass.
Her body jerked involuntarily each time, and of course that made the sharp edge of the sawhorse rub against her tender virgin pussy. She was soon aware of what an agonizing ordeal she was going to have to suffer, for the ridge of the sawhorse also took her right at the valley of her titties, pressing hard against her breastbone. Her wrists and ankles were drawn so tightly down to the sides that the least movement made her fully conscious of the hellish ordeal of the triangular wooden ridge.
Lucille Emory smiled. Candy's creamy warm white skin was a temptation to any flagellant. Warming to her task, she began to spank with the full strength of her palm, stepping back and then moving forward quickly as she swung her hand to collide with sonorous impact against Candy Winston's naked, helpless ass. And now soon wails of pain and sobbing entries began to replace the curses and the threats as Candy struggled on the horse, only agonizing her pussy and the valley of her bosom the more: "Oww ouuu!! Oh stop, for God's sake, you're killing me-I can't stand it-oh please have mercy-oh Aunt Jennifer, please, please, make her stop, let's talk this over-ahrrr-oh she's killing me-oh help me, I didn't do it-I swear I didn't-ahrrrowww!! Oh please, please, you're killing me! It's cutting me between my legs, oh let me off-owwaiiiiiii!!"
But not until at least fifty hard spanks had been given her now flaming bare behind which wriggled and twisted and contracted and jerked uncontrollably, did Lucille Emory stop Candy's spanking, out of breath, her eyes glittering, her magnificent titties rising and falling with passionate excitement.
Meanwhile, Susan Trotter was squealing and sobbing, but her eyes were shining with happy tears even as Jennifer Danton's right hand employed an ovalshaped leather paddle against her plump round bare asscheeks. The burning warmth and the sting of each repeated spank sent waves of ecstasy throbbing through her masochistic nature, until she felt her pussy lips moistening and twitching. She fully "expiated" her "sin" by calling out: "Owwohh, boohoo, I'm sorry I did it-I'll never do it again, Miss Danton, oh please forgive me-ahrrr-oh it hurts so, but I deserve it-I shouldn't have done that to Candy, I know I was a bad naughty girl, I deserve it-ahrrrowwwouuu!!!"
After forty such spanks, which left Susan's bottom in an even more reddened state than poor Candy's, Jennifer Danton moved over toward the sawhorse where her niece lay sobbing and trying hard not to move, for by now the re peated friction of that hellish ridge had chafed Candy's maiden twat unbearably.
"Well now, young lady, I trust you're beginning to feel sorry for your naughtiness. And this is only half your spanking. I'm going to give you the rest of it right now. Lucille, you may take Susan back to my room. Put the handcuffs on her and blindfold her, because I'll give her the rest of her punishment when I get through with Candy here."
"Very good, Miss Danton."
And as sobbing but rapturous naked Susan Trotter was led off by Lucille Emory, Jennifer Danton approached the sawhorse, her eyes greedily devouring her niece's burning, squirming bare behind.
"And now for the rest of your punishment," she said curtly. Taking down a crooked-handle white rattan cane from the panoply on the wall, she returned to the sawhorse and laid the whippy wand straight across the ripest curves of Candy's trembling, flaming ass. "Oh nooooooo!! Oh Aunt Jennifer, don't, I'm begging you-owwwawwrrrouuu!!! Oh you're killing me, I can't stand it, you'll kill me, you kill me!" Candy suddenly shrieked as the cane leaped forward to dance against her burning bottom. Her naked body shook and jerked, and once again the ridge rubbed her swollen, chafed cuntlips and the tender fissure which led to paradise. Her head lifted, her eyes mad with suffer ing. Once again the cane patted the condemned posterior, then drew back and leaped forward with a stinging Spattt! It took Candy at the base of her ass, and it made her lunge forward with a wild and prolonged yell of utter agony.
A dozen such cuts left the naked dark-brown-haired young woman hysterical and conquered, her body shuddering violently on the sawhorse. And then the supreme humiliation as her aunt approached the head of the horse, held the cane to Candy's trembling lips and commanded her to kiss it and then to thank her for the deserved punishment. And when Candy hesitated, two more stinging flicks with the cane at the tops of her hips soon drove her to compliance.
Her aunt was burning with lust, but she decided not to take Candy this night. She would satisfy herself with Susan, her willing lovebitch. But now that Candy had been broken, in the future her niece might expect a similar consolation. Returning to the bedroom, she found Susan lying naked and blindfolded, on her face, her wrists handcuffed behind her back. Still armed with the cane, she applied a few playful flicks over Susan's thighs and calves, ordering the young beauty to roll over onto her back. Then, removing the cuirass, she flung herself on the trembling naked auburn-haired conspiratress, and her hands feasted on Susan's titties as her mouth crushed hers, and her cunt began to rub to Susan's in feverish abandon. "You lovely bitch, you did just beuatifully-I'm so proud of you, and the next time, I may even let you make love to Candy after I've given her a good spanking. Now love me, you little whore, love me!" she moaned....
But these nights of perversity and passion were drawing to a close for Jennifer Danton. Sheriff Ted Hawkins had seen the bus stop at the station across the street this evening, gone out of his office and welcomed a newcomer to Kentley. He was a man of fifty, fat, potbellied, expensively dressed and smoking a dollar cigar. All he carried was a briefcase, in which there were several straps, cords, and a rubber dogwhip, for he was an inveterate sadist and could not get a hard-on until he had first spanked or whipped a naked young girl or a woman. He was to visit Jennifer Danton's house, and tomorrow night, have an assignation with lovely Jane Dolliver, having picked her from the description of the four beauties as well as from the pictures which Jennifer Danton had mailed to him in strictest confidence in a registered envelope.
"Mighty nice evening, stranger," Sheriff Hawkins drawled. "Where might you be bound for?"
"I'm here to visit Miss Danton at her school, Sheriff," the man said, flushing under the piggish, gleaming eyes of the law officer.
"I see. Where do you come from?"
"Chicago."
"Travelin' mighty light all that way, aren't you, stranger? What's your name? Let's see some identification!" Sheriff demanded, his voice truculent.
The man fumbled with his wallet, showed credit cards, and Sheriff Hawkins saw that his card purported him to be a stockbroker.
"Let's see what's inside that briefcase, just for fun."
"Now wait a minute, Sheriff, you have got no right to do that! You've got to get a search warrant-how dare you suspect a perfectly innocent citizen who just comes here on business?" the man spluttered.
"We'll worry about the search warrant later, Mr. Edwards." The fat lawman suddenly wrested away the briefcase, unlocked it, and then he laughed lecherously: "Well now, this is real interesting! A whip, and straps and ropes and stuff like that-well now, I think you and me are gonna have a little talk, Mr. Edwards. I don't even know that's your real name. You just come along to my jail, I'm gonna lock you up for the night. Suspicion of vagrancy-now don't try no tricks, I got me this Colt in my holster, and I'm a right good shot."
Half an hour later, the man, his face ashen, was talking and pleading with Sheriff Ted Hawkins to let him go, even offering him money. And Sheriff Hawkins was quite willing. Because now at last he had the goods on that prickteasing bitch Jennifer Danton. So she was running a whorehouse, right under his nose, was she? Well, by God, she was going to rue the day she was born!