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Gradually my life
settled down again over the next few days and I successfully blocked out the
sordid sex scene I had voyeured, as well as my disquieting phone conversation
with Mark. I focused on the one thing that gave me what I thought was total
fulfilment. Making money.
However I found
myself almost dreading the morning, two weeks later, when I would again need to
check if Mark and Diane had paid their rent on time. Quietly I scanned my bank
statement three times, hoping that I had just missed the transaction. But the
payment had definitely not gone through. Of course I was angry, but I was also
concerned. Mark’s enquiring words again registered in my mind. What if….? What
if they had know?
I resolved to
wait one more day, but the following day saw no payment being made. Surely they
would pay it today, I rationalised. They had after all been only 2 days late
last time. However on the 3rd day there was still no payment. I
threw caution to the wind, as anger overcame my reticence to provoke another
incident.
By the time I
dialled the phone number at
Despite myself, I
softened my tone slightly. At least I would not have to deal with the
belligerent Mark.
However I was
still direct and to the point, “The rent, young lady, is 3 days overdue. This
is the second time this month, and is totally unacceptable.” I found myself
stopping short of making threats
“Gee, I am so
sorry Mrs Bentley. We have been so busy studying for exams we have not been able
to get to the bank to deposit it into your account. We have the money here. If
you come around this evening you can collect it from us.”
“Young
lady. I do not run
around collecting rent from my tenants”, I stated doggedly. “It is your
responsibility to have it in my account on time. I did request you set up an
automatic bank deduction.”
“Oh, please,” she
pleaded, “Just this one time. We promise it will not happen again.”
Almost
incredibly, I found myself considering her request. How could I even consider
lowering my standards to this level? Yet, I did have to go out tonight to
collect some papers from a colleague, and I would be in the vicinity of 17
Wisteria on my way home.
Not for the first
time I found my mind befuddled when dealing with Mark and Diane.
I hesitated, and
then took a deep breath. “Very well then. I will
collect it but you had better understand this is definitely the one and only
time. I will be there around
“We certainly will
Mrs Bentley, and, hey, thanks. Mark and I really appreciate it.”
I felt like I had
been dealing with a child, and for some unfathomable reason found myself
smiling.
For the remainder
of the day I found myself dwelling on my arranged meeting with Mark and Diane.
No matter how pragmatic and unemotional I tried to be, visions of a naked Diane
tied spreadeagled to the bed kept flashing before my eyes. Along
with Mark wielding that nasty little whip onto Diane’s pubes.
By the time I
pulled up outside
As I knocked on
the door I almost prayed that it would be Diane who answered, but to my dismay
it was Mark. For a moment we just stared at each other, before Mark stepped
aside and with an exaggerated sweep of his arm invited me inside.
“I am in a
hurry,” I muttered with contempt. “Please get me the rent and I will be gone.”
Mark walked over
to a tin and pulled out a sum of money and began laboriously counting it. My
nervousness returned and I began fidgeting, and I tried to mask it by making
polite conversation.
“Diane’s out, is
she?” I enquired, trying to sound casual
“No, she is home.
Just a little tied up.”
“Oh” I responded
It was not until
Mark looked at me over his shoulder with a smirk on his face that the double
meaning of his response hit me. I immediately felt my neck flush but tried to
show no outward sign of any emotion.
I looked away to
avoid eye contact with Mark, and then glanced impatiently at my watch. “Hurry
please. I am already late.”
Mark counted the
money again, for what seemed to be the 3rd time. Finally he turned
to me and extended his hand containing the money. I walked over to him and took
hold of the money, but he would not release it.
Our eyes locked,
and I snarled, “Give me my money, you asshole.”
“Diane is being
punished tonight for not finishing her exam report on time.”
His comment hit
me like a sledgehammer and it took me a moment to get my wits back into some
semblance of order
“What on earth do
you mean?” I asked indignantly
“You know what I
mean, Norah. Oh you don’t mind if I call you Norah, do you? You know what I
mean because you have already witnessed her being punished once before. Haven’t
you Norah?” Mark raised one eyebrow in an inquiring manner.
Confirmation that
he knew I had watched them made me feel physically sick, and for a moment I
felt faint. I struggled to control myself. I opened my mouth to speak but no
words came out. Almost before I realised it Mark had released his hold on the
money, but then took hold of my arm. He began to lead me down the hallway and I
found myself following like a mindless robot.
“No.” I
protested. “Stop.” However even as I protested I
allowed myself to be led further down the hallway until we were standing
outside the closed bedroom door.
“No, I must
leave. I want to leave. Please!” I pleaded to Mark.
“I don’t believe
you.”
“You are wrong. I
want to leave. Now!” I pulled my elbow away from his
grip, took a step back from, but went no further.
“Lets do a deal, Norah.”
“A
deal?” My voice
sounded like a pathetic squeak as I struggled to form my word coherently.
“Come into the
bedroom and see Diane tied up and naked. I love for others to see her. It makes
her so humiliated. Then if you want to leave before I punish her then you can.”
I shook my head
from side to side defiantly
“No”, I mumbled,
but still I made no effort to retreat. “I must be leaving…..”
Mid-sentence Mark
swung the bedroom door open, and suddenly the words would no longer form, and
came out as a groan. Before me was the beautiful, athletic, totally nude body
of young Diane. She was blindfolded. She was kneeling on the bed with her
buttocks high in the air, her back was arched, and her head rested on a pillow.
Ropes tightly secured her legs around her thighs and ankles. Her arms were
pulled viciously behind her and secured at her elbows and wrists.
For a long while
Mark just let me soak up the scene from the safety of the hallway. No one spoke.
I was transfixed by the scene confronting me.
Eventually Mark came to me, gently took my arm again and led me into the
bedroom. I offered no resistance.
He stood me
beside the bed, then moved over to the stricken Diane, took hold of her
shoulders and lifted her so she was kneeling upright on the bed. Her arms were
secured so tightly it looked as if they would be dislocated at the shoulder.
This had the affect of lifting her chest cavity and thrusting her breasts
forward luridly. I could not believe how erect her small nipples were. I was
sure I had never seen my own anywhere near as erect. Again I admired her
beautifully athletic body with its absolutely flat tummy and well defined
muscle structure. I actually wanted to compliment her on her beautiful body,
but somehow it seemed so inappropriate. Also I doubted that my mouth was
capable of forming words coherently.
For several
minutes I scanned her body, and she remained as still as a statue. The only
noise in the room was the sound of heavy breathing coming from Diane and
myself.
Again Mark gently
took my arm and led me to the end of the bed.
“Bend over again”
he instructed his secured goddess.
Diane bent at the
waist and awkwardly placed her head on the pillow again. Without being asked
she arched her back and thrust her buttocks high in the air. I was now looking
straight down the cleft of her firm, round buttocks. Her puckered pink anus was
clearly in view. Her vaginal lips squeezed into view between her tightly
secured legs. Although I dare not admit it, even to myself, it was one of the
most erotic sights I had ever seen. And this realisation frightened me.
I stared like a
mindless idiot. The sight was like a drug that I could not get enough of. I was
only too aware that I was again flushed and my brow was sweating. I was so
focused on the sight that I was only vaguely aware of Mark addressing me.
“Pardon?” I enquired, forcing myself to look away
from Diane.
“Punishment
time.” Mark repeated
himself
“Punishment
time?” I repeated like
the village idiot
“Yes,
Norah. I am now going
to punish Diane.” He then moved to a set of drawers, opened the top one and
after rummaging around he pulled out a wicked looking whip. This was different
than the one I had seen him using to punish Diane’s pubic mound. This whip was
about the same circumference but much longer. Mark swung his arm above his head
threateningly, making the whip whistle as it sliced through the air.
My eyes widened
at the sight of the whip. I felt disgusted that Mark would even think of using
such a terrible device on Diane. What right did he think he had to punish her
in such a manner? I felt like screaming at him that no woman deserved to be
treated in this way. But I didn’t. I just stood. My eyes
moving from the whip, to Diane’s buttocks, then back to the whip.
“Are you
leaving?” Again that quizzical look from Mark
I had to leave. I
wanted to leave. But my legs felt as if they were riveted to the floor.
“Are you leaving,
or staying to watch Diane be punished?”
I forced myself
to focus on Mark. I stared deeply into his eyes. It was hard to comprehend they
were the eyes of a nineteen year old. At 42 years of age I was old enough to be
his mother. This thought caused another dose of self-loathing to course through
my veins. What the hell was I doing standing in this room.
I lifted my nose
into the air and muttered with contempt, “I am going. You are sick. You are
both sick. I strongly suggest you get psychological help.”
But even as I
spat out my condemnation I could not resist one last glance at Diane’s firm
buttocks perched high in the air, then a quick glance at the whip, then back to
the naked buttocks.
“Well?” Mark
asked pointedly
I turned to stare
at him once more. He now held the whip in front of himself with both hands,
repeatedly flexing it into an arc. Tension radiated through the room.
“I think you
should leave.” Mark pointed the whip in the direction of the door.
I tried to settle
my breathing. I tried to think clearly. Bile began to rise in my throat as the
realisation came to me that I actually did want to see Diane punished, as much
as it disgusted me and was against all my principles. I felt my shoulders slump
forward in defeat.
Quietly I
muttered, “No”
“No what, Norah?”
“I want to stay.”
It crushed me to admit such a fact to this teenage boy.
“Why do you want
to stay, Norah?”
I could no longer
look Mark in the eyes, and I glanced haplessly at the floor
“I want to see
Diane punished.” I could not believe those words had come from my own mouth
“Good girl.” Mark
smiled triumphantly
He strode to the
end of the bed. I could see Diane’s body beginning to twitch in nervous
anticipation. Her buttocks were clenched tight, almost causing her anus to
disappear into the void.
“Why
are you being punished tonight Diane?” Mark enquired
“Because
I failed to finish my assignment on time, sir.” Diane’s voice was muffled by the pillow her face was
buried in.
“Correct. Tonight
you will receive six lashes. I want you to count each one. Now relax you
buttocks.”
Diane mumbled an affirmative
response as she relaxed her buttocks. Without ceremony the whip whistled
through the air and connected with her left buttock. Diane groaned in agony,
pumping her back up and down in an obvious attempt to dissipate the pain. A
deep red welt was already clearly visible.
In a surprisingly
strong voice she mumbled, “One sir, thank you sir.”
Out of corner of
my eye I saw Mark raise the whip again and I tensed, waiting for the contact.
However he just held it above his head for what seemed like an eternity.
Diane’s body was arched in anticipation. I admired her courage. I knew I could
never front up to such a beating.
Finally the whip
whistled through the air for a second time, connecting viciously with her right
buttock. Again Diane groaned loudly. But before she had time to recover and
count the stroke Mark raised the whip again quickly and lashed her in quick
succession with two further strikes.
Diane groaned and
sobbed loudly and her body bucked about on the bed as it tried to instinctively
avoid the blows. She rolled onto her side, then
frantically tried to pull herself up to the kneeling position again. But with her arms secured so tightly behind her back this simple
act was made very difficult. Eventually she repositioned herself, and
without hesitation she arched her back down and drove her buttocks into the
air. She was still sobbing quietly.
“Two sir, three sir, and four sir. Thank you
sir.”
Mark smiled in
what seemed to be genuine admiration. “Good girl.”
He raised his
arm, and the fifth and sixth blows fell in quick succession. Bravely Diane
counted them out between sobs.
My mouth was wide
open, and for the first time I realised dribble was running out of the corner
of my life. I wiped my mouth with my sleeve, then
wiped the sweat from my forehead. My heart was pumping so fiercely I felt
light-headed, and was sure I was going to faint. With a drunken swagger I made
my way down the hallway, opened the front door, and took in gulps of the cool
fresh air. Gradually my head cleared and I made my way to my car. I realised I
was clutching tightly to the rent money, and threw it carelessly onto the
passenger seat. Some of the money floated onto the floor, but I left it there.
Although I did not fully understand it, I somehow sensed that my superficial,
money-orientated values were going to be challenged by something that was both
frightening but exciting.