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Chapter 4
Reparation
Amanda sat at her dressing
table staring at her self in the mirror.
One thought kept revolving constantly around in her head, “I’m losing
Samantha to that bitch!” Her initial
plan had been to destroy her mother mentally and socially, then take her half
of the inheritance from her grandparent’s estate; leaving with Samantha for a
new life free from her family’s abuse and her own mother’s meddling interference.
It sounded so simple; her mother had
handed herself to Amanda on a silver platter. “Damn Sam and her psychology course.”
She cursed, “Why couldn’t she just leave my mother to me. Now that bitch slut is wrapping my Sam around
her little finger.”
Her eyes were red from
crying. Her father gone two years prior;
her mother for all intent and purpose only six months ago and now the worst of
all, Sam was slipping from her grasp! Amanda
sobbed. Her life was unraveling at the
seams. No matter what she did; no matter
how hard she tried; it was like trying to gather flower petals swirling in the
wind. Amanda lent forward cradling her
head in her arms and wept.
Sam laid her hand softly on
Amanda’s shoulder. “I’m sorry my
love! I didn’t mean to snap at you
earlier, but I was afraid that your mother might be permanently harmed.” Amanda turned to see Sam kneeling beside
her. “Everything is turning to shit! My whole
life is going down the toilet.” Mandy sobbed.
Sam gave her a sympathetic smile, “No it isn’t; you’ve just had a lot to
deal with lately.” Amanda shook her head, “No!
I’m seeing it happen all over again; I’ve lost everyone else, and now I’m
losing you as well,” Amanda cried.
Sam stroked her hair, “There,
there; you silly girl.” Sam cooed. “You will never lose me, I didn’t hold out
against my parents to turn my back on you now; I guarantee that somewhere down the track, you’ll look back on this whole sordid mess
and laugh.” Amanda buried her head in
Sam’s neck and blubbered, “I’m so confused, I can’t think straight anymore; I
saw you outside with that bitch and, and…Ohhhh Sam! Do tell me you still love me?” Sam took Amanda’s face in her hands and wiped
her tears away, “I love you more now than ever.” She said, placing a kiss on Mandy’s lips.
Sam and Mandy cuddled for
sometime not saying much at all. Sam
broke their embrace, “Come on; your mother is in the lounge room awaiting her
punishment; lets go and get it over with.”
Amanda threw her hands into the air and snipped,
“See! It all comes back to that bitch;
you think more of her than you do of me.”
Sam had a hurt look on her face.
“You really believe she’s still there?”
Mandy voice had a sarcastic tone to it, “She’s probably ringing the police
to have us arrested as we speak.”
Sam tried hard not to
retaliate, “I doubt that! You still have
the DVD of her.” Amanda bit her lip;
falling back into despair frowning, “No I haven’t. There were only ever two copies, the others
were fakes; to make her believe that she couldn’t get rid of them all. I let her break one and I broke the other in angry
frustration this morning.” Samantha gave
her a sympathetic smile, “So you really never had any intention of calling the
police.” Mandy dropped her head and
shook it, “No! I couldn’t do that; I want to break her into little pieces…
destroy her, and even though she’s a fucking bitch and really deserves it; I
just couldn’t see her go to jail.” Sam
breathed a sigh of relief, “Well that’s good to know; it’ll be easier to get
this over with then.”
Sam rubbed Mandy’s shoulder,
“Come on; let’s go beat the crap out of your dog fucking mother; it’ll make you
feel better.”
Amanda’s doubt was etching
itself over her face, “You really think she’ll still be there waiting.” Smiling, Sam announced, “I’m sure Mandy; and
if she isn’t; then I’ll take her place.”
Mandy huffed, “Sure! As if I’m going to beat the
crap out of you.” Sam’s clit
tingled suddenly; she turned to face Mandy and gave her a fervent look, “I
wouldn’t stop you even if you did.”
Amanda smiled at Sam’s
intensity and passion. “You certainly
are one of a kind; let’s hope for both our sakes she’s where you left her.”
Angela stood head down in the
middle of the lounge room; with hands behind her back. It felt so good to be able to stand and
stretch her legs; not to mention being able to clasp her fingers together. Sam hadn’t put any of her restraints back on
apart from her dog collar. Every fibre of her body screamed for her to run; to
get out while she had the chance. Angela
swallowed hard and felt the collar around her throat; she smiled at the
thought, it was only two days ago that she had rebelled at having a dog collar
around her neck; now she felt all fuzzy and warm at the prospect of wearing it;
maybe for the rest of her life.
She wasn’t sure if being left
un-restrained was a test; or just trust on Samantha’s part. She had betrayed the trust Mandy and Sam had
in her once before and vowed, never again; she now knew for sure she would stay
exactly where she was until the girls came for her. She no longer felt she owed it to Sam, and
she certainly didn’t want the punishment for herself; “Well maybe just a little; to diffuse the guilt.” she thought. She stayed there for Amanda; Angela knew in
her heart that her daughter needed her love more now than ever.
Samantha followed Amanda into
the lounge. “Well mother! You seem to
have atleast learnt obedience over the past couple of days.”
Angela kept her eyes down
cast, “I have learned a great many things in the past couple of days; about
myself and others, Miss Amanda. She said stoically, “first and foremost is not
to take those you love for granted. I feel I’m still working on the obedience.” Sam broke out in a wide faced grin, stifling
a giggle. Amanda stood wide eye at what
her mother had said and not wanting to give into her, “You feel you’re in a position
to give Sam and I advise on if and when you should be disciplined?”
Angela smiled to herself; a
thought going through her mind, “She’s still
on the defense. Don’t let your guard
down my darling; I may steal my way back into your heart. It will make no difference though; I will
make you see just how much I love you before this day is through.”
Amanda sat in one of the
lounge chairs opposite her mother. “Are
you ready to face the music?”
Angela looked into the eyes
of her daughter, “Only if the musicians are truly dedicated to the music being
played.”
Amanda felt like jumping up
and slapping her mother and it showed in her face. Sam decided to step in and stop this little play
from getting out of hand. “I’m sure that Mandy and I are quite capable of playing
a symphony on your arse with enough eloquence and flair to make even the great Beethoven
proud.” Sam walked over to Angela and stroked her hair; “Ready Mrs. T?” Angela nodded. Sam noticed the look Mandy had given her and
knew exactly what she was thinking, but decided to play it up something
different. “Blonde didn’t do this to us Mandy;
your mother Mrs. Thompson did; so she is the one we must address.”
Amanda shrugged
indifferently.
Sam looked back to Angela,
“This is to right the wrongs and is for the correction of attitude of one
Angela K Thompson; and her payment for sins committed against Samantha D Kerr
and Amanda L Thompson”
“Mrs. Thompson! How do you
plead?”
Angela smiled to herself; with
all this waiting her stress levels had skyrocketed, she was using all her
energy just to give an aura of calm; even though inside she was a bundle of
nerves. This little show helped her
regain a little self control. “I plead
guilty as charged Ma’am; I also offer no defence for my criminal actions.” She said as she lowered her head.
Sam turned to Amanda. “As I was the one most affected by this, I
reserve the right to set punishment. And you can if you like; execute the
strokes. Is that acceptable to you my
love?”
Amanda nodded, a little bored
with all the theatrics.
Sam turned back to Angela, “Your
punishment will be the plaited belt you love to use so much, let’s say ten
strokes.” Angela’s face registered the
surprise that she and Amanda felt at the low number of strokes. Sam smiled and finished by saying, “On the
back of each upper leg; ten to the inside of each thigh, and ten to each
buttock.” Angela surprise quickly turned
to a grimace as Sam rolled on with a litany of regions that were to receive
special attention. “Since I know what
it’s like to be punished in this fashion, and I don’t want you to end up as
damaged as I was. So we’ll then move
onto your breasts; ten to the top and ten to the underside of each.”
Angela was almost gasping as
she added up the total number of strokes she was to receive. “That’s one hundred strokes!” Angela whispered. “Yes I know!”
Samantha said
matter-of-factly as she went to sit in her chair, “but I thought I’d be lenient;
more to show you what I went through at the hands of my parents; more a token
punishment than the real thing.”
Angela fort back tears as the
thought took hold. “Lenient!” She was about to object; but had seconds
thoughts that it might just annoy Sam enough to not be so lenient. And if one hundred
was in her eyes, lenient; then she was sure as shit, didn’t want to find out
what serious was. On the other hand Amanda
was a little taken back by Samantha’s leniency; but consoled herself and smiled
inwardly with the knowledge that she was going to be the one administering them.
Sam sat back down and wriggled
into the lounge chair to get comfortable.
“Mrs. T, Go to our bedroom and get the belt and bring it back here; I’m
sure you know exactly where it is.”
Angela lifted her head to see
the smirk on her daughters face and felt her face flush crimson with
humiliation while her pussy followed suit.
Angela could only remember a half dozen time that she had ever disciplined
Amanda, and each of those times she had given her no more than one or two strokes.
She had understood that the humiliation
of getting the instrument of her own demise; being sent to retrieve the belt was
as much of a deterrent to mischief as the actual punishment itself. Angela felt that Sam was wielding it with the
finesse of an “A” grade psychology student. She bowed her head and went off to
do Sam’s bidding; noticing Amanda biting her clenched fist; failing miserably
to suppress a giggle as she pasted by. Her
face burned white hot as her pussy juice flowed down her legs leaving a
glistening slippery sheer between her thighs.
By the time Angela got to her
daughters room, her pussy slime was running down below her knees. She was sexually strung as tight as a bow;
she briefly contemplated sliding a finger or two into her slit to relieve the tension,
but then thought that it might not be a good idea, especially if she got
caught. The thought of that only
increased her humiliation and the flow of pussy juice.
Her body was like the fabled
perpetual motion engine. Her humiliation
and degradation fueled her sexual thoughts; those thoughts in turn, motivated
her vaginal response; and finally that response completed the circuit by making
her feel even move embarrassed and humiliated, and the cycle went on.
Angela sighed as she picked
up the belt; rubbing it against her face she said, “Give me peace and my baby
justice and both of us reconciliation.”
Angela came
back into the lounge to see that Sam and Mandy had moved the waist high table from
the hallway into the center of the room.
Angela walk quickly over the Amanda and held out the belt, “May I
speak?” She asked. Amanda nodded with an acrimonious stare,
while accepting the belt.
Angela
lowered her head, “I know you’re finding this hard to believe, but I am really,
truly sorry for the harm that my stupid, vindictive and selfish actions have
caused. I love you Amanda! I have always
loved you, and no matter what you might think of me or what you do to me today;
I will continue to love you.” Angela
turned and paused, as she started to weep not being able to look into her daughter’s
eyes, “Do you remember the saying I used when I was about to begin your punishment
my dear?”
Amanda was
glad her mother had turned around; she was fighting back her own tears. “Fuck you mother!” She thought; now she
wasn’t sure if she could to go through with the punishment; “Spare the rod, spoil the child” she finally
chocked out in a husky voice.
“It’s true
you know.” Angela replied, “I have
always believed it, and I see no reason why it isn’t any less valid now.” Angela stood in front of the table shaking, she
took a couple of deep breaths to steady herself, “Do me proud.” Laying herself onto the table, she griped the
legs of the table in preparation for her ordeal. “Don’t spare the belt my dear! Put your back
into it.” With that she closed her eyes
and waited.
Tears were
running down Samantha’s face in rivers, she saw the pained and confused look on
Amanda’s face and felt for her. Sam
sniffed and wiped at her face, “Amanda my love?” Are you ready?” Amanda’s chest heaved as she tried to control
her breathing, and silently mouthed to Sam, “I
don’t know any more, what am I suppose to do?” Sam smiled sadly and pointed to Angela.
“Amanda will
now start with ten to each arse cheek and ten to each upper leg!” She said, then mouthed “GO!” to Amanda. Sam knew Mandy was only scant inches away
from losing it and running to their room.
She stood and took Mandy’s face in her hands and tenderly kissed her,
“Your mother is waiting! She is being
strong for you; the least you can do for her is lift
this awful burden off her soul. Be
strong for her.”
Amanda
shuddered as she took deep breaths and nodded.
Walking around to her mothers’ side, she raised the belt over her
shoulder; and with one last look at Samantha, she quietly said to herself, “Remember
you asked for this mum,” And brought the belt down as hard as she could.
Angela felt
the tug of the belt as it ripped across her arse. In disbelief she felt almost nothing; there
was a slight intake of breath, which she held.
Angela didn’t know it; but her sexual tension had fogged her brains
ability to process the trauma. Then Amanda brought the belt down for a second
time; the first strike had cleared the way for the second to have an uninterrupted
pathway to the pain center of her brain.
Angela emitted a scream through clenched teeth; she felt like someone
had run a white hot iron across her left arse cheek. Angela squeezed her arse cheeks to stem the
pain but to on avail; her hands gripped the legs of the table turning her knuckles
white.
The third,
forth and fifth made her plight all the worse and her screams paid testament to
that very fact; by the time Amanda finished with that side, Angela had visions
of her skin hanging loosely from her butt cheek. She wasn’t sure if it was sweat or rivers of
blood running down her leg. Amanda
shivered as she saw the welts rise from her mother cheek, but instead of making
her less inclined to continue; a sudden peace fell over her, and her clit
tingled at the sight of her mothers reddening cheek.
“That’s ten
mother; do you still want me to continue?” she said in a slightly strained
voice while circling her mother.
Angela
closed her eyes to concentrate on the feeling that was losing the fight to push
its way up from her pussy. Tears ran
down her face, “Thankyou for your concern my darling; but I must stay until you
have finished with me.” She chocked.
Angela nodded; and brought the belt down again; this time in a wide
arcing backhand; hitting her on the right cheek.
“Ohhhh gezzzzzes! Sweat mother of christ.” Angela forced out between her still clenched
teeth. Amanda’s backhand was obviously
better than her forehand; Angela started to scream all over again as her daughter
worked her arse to a raw mosaic of welted lines and diffusing colours. Amanda absentmindedly ran her hand over her
nipples as she finished the second ten; bringing her nubs to full attention as
her pussy steadily moistened.
Sam sat unsettled
in her chair; her nervous tension had turned to sexual excitement. Her hand dipped between her legs, flicking
her clit as she watched Amanda circle her mother like a cat stalking its prey. The outfit Amanda was wearing did little to dispel
the thought; a black leather mini skirt that showed just how long and sexy her
legs were. Along with that; a leather half cup kitty corset that took inches
off her waist and had no hope of hiding her nipples. On top of that, Amanda had
chosen a blouse of black see thru chiffon and lace. Her gorgeous legs were incased in black sheer
stay-up stockings and her five inch heels; she was a vision of majestic beauty;
a goddess of supreme grace and poise. Sam fleetingly wondered why she hadn’t
noticed her apparel before this; just as her mind was brought back by another chorus
of Angela’s guttural screams.
Amanda had moved
on to her mothers upper legs with back and forehand swipes one after the other;
leaving her mother no time to rest and leaving them striped and welted. Sweat had started to run down her face from
the exertion of wielding the belt, “Had enough mother?” she panted from
exhaustion and sexual arousal. Angela
was also breathing hard but for a far different reason; her legs and arse were
burning like hot larva and if it weren’t for her lying on the table she’d be a
withering heap on the floor. “Please just finish this!” she whimpered between
gasps.
Sam noticed
the gleam in Mandy’s eyes; she could see she was sexually charged from the
execution of her mother’s punishment. Her own arousal fueled by a far more selfish
reason; she stood and went over to Angela.
Her mind went back to her own punishment at the hand of her mother as
she helped Angela to turn around and lay backwards on the table to complete her
punishment.
It was Constance
alone, Sam’s mother; that was the true religious zealot. Hell bent on dominating her family with
threats of fire and brimstone. The matriarch of the Kerr family who ran rough
shod over everyone; including her husband.
Alfred was by no means a weak man; but when it came to his wife, he
buckled. He had a compromising nature;
unfortunately compromise wasn’t in
Samantha had
felt her mother’s wrath on many occasions and generally for the smallest
infraction. To deal with her mother’s
beatings; Samantha had inadvertently found a refuge in sexual arousal. It started innocently enough as a small child;
after a spanking she’d be sent to her room; there she would lay on her bed in a
fetal position with her hands between her legs, forcing herself not to touch
her sore bottom while rocking and cry herself to sleep. As she developed through puberty, she found
by rubbing her pussy and especially her clit, she could get pleasant feelings
that over rode the pain she felt. Sam often wondered what her mother would say
if she actually knew that she herself had turned her own daughter into.
By the time
she left her parent house after that fateful phone call from Amanda’s mother; she
had refined her masochistic ritual. When
confronted with a caning her pussy would literally gush; to a point of her
having to use sanitary liners or pack a pair of cotton panties in to her pussy
to soak up her moisture so she wouldn’t wet her knickers as her mother
administered the cane to her arse.
After the
beating she would again be sent to her room; where she would stand in front of
her mirror; strip naked; play and pull viciously on her rock hard nubs and
retrieve her sodden panties. With one
hand still on her clit she would then stuffed her panties into her mouth to
stifle any moans that may escape her throat, and savour her own juices. Many a time Sam found herself lying on the
floor after passing out from her orgasm; only to crawl to her bed for a
peaceful nights sleep.
Samantha
motioned to Mandy, “Your mother needs to be secured to the table so as not to
fall.” Amanda nodded and before Angela had noticed through her delirium she was
securely bound with one rope across her pelvis, and one
across her chest under her arm pits and above her breasts. Her wrists were tied to the table legs
leaving her head hanging limply off the end.
Her ankles were brought up and tied beside her to the rope running
across her pelvis; two robe ties then secured her knees to the two legs of the
table securing her arms. This effectively opened Angela up, exposing her inner
thighs and breasts to her daughter’s attention.
It also had an effect of humiliating Angela; knowing her pussy was wide
open and on display to her lesbian daughter’s gaze.
Sam only had
one regret, and it was that she wasn’t in Angela’s
position awaiting her lover’s hand. Sam
hadn’t even told Mandy of her masochistic tendencies; fearing her reaction to
something that until recently, she herself hadn’t really understood. She took hold of Angela’s left nipple;
rolling it between her fingers of one hand while sliding a finger of her other
hand through Angela’s wet pussy lips and rolling her clit between thumb and
forefinger; knowing that it would atleast take the edge off the pain she about
to receive. Amanda shuddered as she
watched Sam play with her mother; debating if she should do the same. Incest
wasn’t one of her fantasies, but it certainly didn’t bother her to view her
mother as a sexual object.
Angela
moaned as Sam took control of her sex; the pain in her legs and arse while
still there was now with Sam efforts, starting to become bearable.
Sam nodded
to Amanda to start again. Amanda brought
the belt down on her mother’s right breast; Angela screamed her lungs out. The girls looked at each other in surprise; Angela’s
screams far exceeded those that went with her arse beating. Sam knew from experience that the breasts
were far more sensitive to pain. Fearing
that the neighbour hood would come out en masse to find its source Sam had a
wicked idea; she dropped her saturated panties and wedged them into Angela’s
mouth as Mandy giggled.
Angela
shuddered at the first taste of pussy juice other than her own; wondering whose
they were, and half hoping they were her daughters. Amanda started the whipping again; this time
without all the caterwauling. Angela
wailed into her gag as Mandy continued, and Sam kept up her manipulation of her
clit. Amanda got more turned on as she
flogged her mother’s breasts, taking all her frustration out on her. By the time Amanda started the last twenty on
her inner thighs, Angela was lost in a haze of pain and torment not really
knowing what was happening. At one stage
she did have visions of her poor tortured nipples lying torn and bloody on the
floor.
Samantha was
now working her own pussy to fever pitch, imagining herself withering under
Mandy’s fury, while Amanda was working on pure lust; beating her mother brought
her so close to her own orgasm, she had lost count and was now just flailing
away in an effort to reach her own release.
Sam exploded over her threshold, becoming light headed and breathing in
erratic gasps; lying across Angela saved her from collapsing on the floor. Angela had screamed herself hoarse, and now
just lay there moaning in pain; there was certainly no release for her battered
and bruised slit; she was saying something but it was no more than hoarse
babbling.
Amanda
finally collapsed on the floor in a combination of exhaustion and orgasmic
reverie, convulsing in sheer ecstasy as her fingers sort to work themselves
deep into to her tunnel. Sam came to her senses and saw the damage Amanda had
done to her mother’s groin. Angela’s
pussy was red raw and bleeding; her inner thighs only sported a half dozen
strips, while her pussy had taken the brunt of Amanda’s orgasmic fury; her
outer lips were so swollen that it was almost impossible to see that there was
actually a vagina beneath. Amanda had obviously been so intent on her own
pleasure; she had lost all her sense of reality. Angela’s breasts while being red and striped
with now darkening welts were in relatively good shape.
Sam winced
as she realized that Angela wouldn’t be walking anytime soon, let alone fucking;
it amused her that she felt sorry for Donnie. She knew that Angela would heal
without any permanent scaring; after all she, herself had endured the very same
thing and that gave her the ability to deal with the sight in front of her;
that and the fact that for Angela it was now over.
On the other
hand as Amanda came down off her sexual high and back to her senses, she wasn’t
prepared to see the damage she had inflicted upon her mother; getting up off
the floor brought her eye to eye with a bleeding red raw pussy, she staggered
back in horror. “Ohhhh
No! What on earth …?” She brought her hands to her mouth, trying to
remember what had happened; tears rolling down her cheeks. “I’m sorry Mum.” She blubbered, wanting to do
something but unable decide what it should be; Angela heard none of it; she was
too far gone. Amanda tried to reach out
but hesitated, visions of Sam’s mother invaded her thoughts and it repulsed
her. She looked to Sam; her mouth
opening and closing like a goldfish out of water; then with tear streaming down
her face she ran from the room.
Samantha
felt sorry for Amanda, and wanted to run after her; but her help was needed
here, she checked Angela over while cooing to her, “It ok Mrs. T, it’s all over
and done.” Angela had spat the knickers
out of her mouth some time during her cunt whipping; Sam untied Angela and
helped her to the floor and on to her back; it was then that Sam started to
understand what Angela was saying in hoarse whispers, “Please Mandy! I love you!
Don’t stop… need you…don’t go…come back…please.” Angela was now crying as she started her
arduous journey back from the brink of oblivion. “I need you to love me!” She whined with heaving gasps.
“Everything
is Ok Mrs. T… Mandy loves you….don’t worry …I promise everything will be just
fine… You rest here awhile, I have to go and see to her; she’s hurting for what
she has done.” Sam wiped some stray hair
from Angela’s face.
Angela was
still a little incoherent, but she managed to ask Sam to tell Amanda that she
held no hard feelings toward her.
“Please tell her…I… I love her dearly.” She crocked; her voice barely
audible. Sam smiled, “I’ll be sure to
relay that very sediment, you rest now…you need to stay right here. Do you understand? Don’t move!…You’re a
little banged up, but you’ll survive.
I’ll be back in a minute to get you to bed.
Sam laid a
cushion under Angela’s head and placed a kiss on her forehead, “You did well
Mrs. T… I’m proud of you. Now
rest.” Sam thought she detected a faint
smile.
Sam got up
and went up stairs. Halfway up, she
heard the crying coming from the master bedroom. Walking in, she saw Mandy laying curled up on
the bed; heaving sobs wracking her body.
Sam sat next to Amanda and stroked her hair, “its ok Mandy.” Sam spoke
in a low soothing voice, “It’s over, it’s finished,” Sam cuddled her and waited
until her crying started to slow.
“Your mother
will heal; like I did…. She sends you her love…in her words… Please tell her, I love her dearly… she
doesn’t hold any of this against you.”
“No she
can’t love me; not after what I just did, she’s not thinking straight right
now; you wait until tomorrow morning.
Amanda shuddered,” I’m no better than your mother.” Amanda started to cry again.
“You’re
nothing like my mother.” Sam snapped; feeling a little annoyed at Mandy’s
comment, if there was two people she knew well; then they would have be Mandy
and her satanic mother. “You know why I say that?”
Mandy shook
her head.
“For
starters my mother didn’t cry after she flogged me, she has no remorse for what
she did to me; you on the other hand feel like shit.” Sam pulled Mandy up and hugged her. “You love your mother and you have absolutely
nothing in common with mine;” Sam paused for a split second, “actually that’s a
lie; you have one thing in common.”
Amanda turned to Sam with concern written across her face.
Sam giggled
at the look on Mandy’s face, “You’re both female; but that’s were the
similarity ends.” Sam sat there still
holding Mandy with a sly grin dancing across her dial.
Amanda
chocked out a sad chuckle, “This is no time for jokes!”
“I don’t
agree Mandy; this is the perfect time to use humour to lighten a heavy heart. You have to see that what has happened here isn’t
the end of the world.”
“It
isn’t? I’m glad someone thinks so.” She
sniffed wiping the tears from her face and picking absentmindedly at her finger
nails.
“You will
see it yourself once you get over the shock of what we did.” Sam hugged her closer; feeling the warmth of
her breasts as they pressed against her own.
“What WE
did?” Amanda quipped, letting herself slide into Sam’s embrace. “More like what I did. But that’s not what is so upsetting….
It’s….it’s…Ohhhh Mandy! I lost it; I can
hardly remember what happened, it seems like a surreal dream.”
“Is it upsetting
to know that you had the most mind numbing orgasm you have ever experienced?” Sam
finished for her.
“Yeah!” Mandy dropped her head and started crying again.
“I wouldn’t
get too worried about that honey; it was a very intense experience for all of
us. Hell if it wasn’t for me holding on
to the table and lying across your mother; I’d have been a crumpled heap of
quivering orgasmic jelly lying on the floor.
It wasn’t the strongest orgasm I have ever had; but I can tell you it
was up there in the top five.”
“I WAS on
the floor! ... and it WAS the best I’ve ever had” Amanda coughed
Sam giggled
and squeezed Mandy then laughed. Amanda
was starting to come around.
Amanda looked
curiously at Sam, “So what was it that made you cum? Was it arousing for you to see me abusing my
mother?”
Sam shook
her head and shrugged her shoulders, “Yes and No!”
Sam lowered
her head; her face started to redden, “There’s something I haven’t told you
about; it’s something I really didn’t come to terms with until I started my
psychology coarse and only then after some extensive research.” Amanda looked concerned, “What is it?” Sam chewed her lower lip, “You have to
understand that it came about through a sort of self protection against my
mother; but almost devoured me in the process.”
Amanda was
getting exasperated, “Will you just tell me what IT is! After what I just did; I’m in no position
judge you. You know I love you.”
Samantha
took a deep breath and let it out slowly, “Do you remember what I said to you
before we went down stair?”
Amanda shook
her head, “you said a lot of things.”
Sam cleared
her throat, “You said…“You really
think she’ll still be there waiting.”
And I said, “I’m sure Mandy; and if she isn’t; then I’ll take her place.
… I wasn’t joking!”
Amanda didn’t understand and
it showed on her face.
Sam took the
bull by the horns, “I’m a masochist!” She blurted.
Amanda sat
and stared wide eyed at Sam for what seemed like hours, and then she started to
chuckle, “I already know you’re a masochist; damn! Your whole family is masochistic;
anyone who can live with your mother for more than two week has to be.”
Sam frowned,
“I’m being serious!”
Amanda was
still giggling, “You’re serious? ... But … I don’t understand.” Amanda paused; the giggling now had a nervous
quality to it; worry lines crossing her face in ever deepening furrows. Mandy
jumped off the bed with the giggling now coming to a complete stop in response
to Sam’s straight face. “You can’t be …
it just can’t … I saw you …” Mandy said; trying without success the work it out. Sam nodded her head, “It’s true Mandy, and I
know it’s hard to understand. But
tonight down stairs; I was fantasizing that I was bound to the table instead of
your mother and you were punishing me for some transgression.” By now Mandy was starting to tear up like
before. Sam felt bad for putting her though
this so soon after the trauma with her mother.
“But I saw what
you were like at the women refuge; you were distraught, miserable, HURTING. How
can you sit there and say you’re a masochist.
How can you think I would ever do that to you? Do you think me now a monster that ….that?”
Amanda shook
her head violently and clenched her fists, “I S A W
Y O U!” She pointed and screamed
at Sam, “Curled up on the bed bawling your eyes out. You were in pain and you didn’t look like you
were in the midst of any orgasm I have ever seen.” Mandy was crying all over again, “This isn’t
fair!” She walked to the window and
stared out into the backyard.
Sam stood
for awhile before moving up behind Amanda, “There are many kinds of pain Mandy;
some are easier to deal with than others,” she put her hand on her shoulder, “I
so love you and I....”
Amanda whirled around and pushed past her; “No! No … you’re not going to
get out of this with those words. You
fucking well stand there and tell me you’re a masochist and expect everything
to be jim dandy,” Terror filed Amanda’s eyes, the
knowledge that she had just beaten her mother almost to a pulp still vivid in
her mind, “you tell me Sammy, even if you have to use single syllable words. I
want to know HOW, WHY and WHERE.” Amanda
slid down in front of her closet; wrapping her arms around her legs like a small
child.
Sam moved to
comfort her. Amanda shot an accusing finger
at her, “No you fucking don’t; just sit on that bed and spill your guts. Help
me, Help me understand! I hate not
knowing, I hate not understanding what’s going on around me. I feel like I’m in car going a million miles
an hour and no steering wheel.” Sam was now
crying; she knew she’d fuck up big time.
“I’m scared
Sammy; can’t you understand that … I’m scared … You’re my linchpin, my anchor; I’ve
just found out I’m a sadistic fuck and now you’re telling me you’re as fucked
up as me. You’re scaring me Sammy, and I
hate being scared … I’m scared of ever touching you again… of meeting up with
your mother, I’m scared I’ll run into your brother and sisters … I’m scared of
my mother. Hell! I even scared the fuck out of myself tonight. I’m scared of going outside, and I don’t like
it; I want to be in control of myself, I NEED to be in control.”
Amanda started
to rock herself while looking at her feet, still hugging her legs to her chest;
she shot a glare at Sam, “So if you really love me like you say you do, then
you’ll sit on that bed and explain … what… what all this is about. You fucking tell me and make it right.”
Both girls
were crying their hearts out, “I feel sick … scared to death… all I want to do
right now is curl up and die.” Mandy
blubbered.
“I love you
Sammy! But I need to understand.” Mandy wailed in pain.
Sam sat
herself on the bed chocking back her sobs.
“I don’t know where to start.”
Amanda wiped
pathetically at tears and sniffed, “The beginning would be a good place. Like how’d
you find out you are this so called, masochist.” Amanda held up two finger apostrophes in the
air.
Sam told
Mandy about the spankings and lying on her bed as a child, then through
puberty; how she was able to turn the pain into pleasure.
“Hell! I
even goaded mum into beating me on many occasions; not that she realized it,
I’d make it a challenge to see how many buttons I could push before she
exploded.” Starting to lighten up Sam
found a new strength to keep going.
Amanda was still
weeping but astonishment crept into her voice, “You did? How? Why?”
“Why! Because I was horny… it makes me horny,” Sam
shrugged. “As for how; let me give you an example.”
“There was one
day when we were at soccer and you were teasing me in your cute sexy football
shorts, rubbing your pussy through your short and tweaking your nipples when no
one else was looking; I was so hot for you that day, it was all I could do to
stop from dropping you to the ground and raping you on the field. You remember; you had a dentist appointment
that afternoon.”
Amanda
nodded remembering back to the day, “That wasn’t all that long ago; maybe two
or three month back? I remember being
horny that day as well; it’s probably why I was teasing you on the field, but
the dentist made me forget all about sex that afternoon.” She sighed.
“Yeah
dentists have a way of doing that.” Sam quipped.
“You remember
I didn’t let you see or play with my tits for a couple of weeks after that.”
Amanda
nodded, “Yeah, I thought you were pissed at me for teasing you; I said sorry so
many time, I felt like a broken record.”
“That wasn’t
the reason.” She chuckled rubbing her nipples.
“Well
anyway, when you and your mum dropped me off at my place; all I wanted to do
was get up stairs and play a little three finger dip
stick,” Sam nervously giggled, “and having to take my boots of at the back door
was a pain. Then an evil thought popped
into my head, just like that.” Sam clicked her fingers, “POP!” Sam decided to use humour again to help take
the edge off what she was going to say.
“POP?” Mandy said in a skeptical tone of voice.
“Yep; POP!” Sammy controlled her breathing and continued,
“You know how mum really, really hates it when I run though the house with my
boots on; Well not only that but I also jumped in the garden bed and got them
really grubby, then ran through the house over her polished wood floors; stomped
up the carpeted stairs and straight into my room, then took them off and waited
for the screaming to start; I almost came right there and then.”
“Hoooooolllly
shit!” Amanda exclaimed, totally forgetting her misery, “Your mother would have
gone ballistic.”
“That she
did; and then some.”
“Get yourself down here Samantha Dianne; and bring
that cane.”
She bellowed,” Sam was doing her best imitation of her mother. “I always know when she uses my full name, it
means I’ve pushed the right buttons and I’m really going to get it.”
Amanda
started to feel better and wanted Sam to continue, “Sounds like number one big
time trouble. And you wanted this to
happen?”
“Shit
yeah! I was so horny I would have done
anything to get a flogging; and it was Mega, Mega big time trouble,” Sammy
paused as if in thought, “Well it was until she found out about you and me,
then the roof really lifted, and everyone ran; even me dad was running for
cover.” Samantha laughed; even Amanda giggled.
“So what did
you do then?” Amanda asked; she was now genuinely interested; she even got up
and sat beside Sam on the bed.
“Well! I took off my shorts and panties; then jammed
my panties right up my cunt,” Amanda always loved it when Sam was got aroused;
she reverted to the foulest language, “and then got into a new pair of knickers
and quickly jumped back into my footy shorts.”
She said seriously.
“Why on
earth would you want to do that? Didn’t
it fucking hurt? Didn’t it atleast feel
uncomfortable.” Then Amanda had an
epiphany, “Ohhhh! That’s right; Masochist?”
Samantha laughed, “Ummmm well yeah, sort of,
but that’s not the only reason. I needed
something to stop my pussy juices from running down my legs. Can you imagine what she would have done if
she saw sopping wet knickers from cunt slime while she was caning me. Now I maybe a masochist, but I do have my limits;
I’m not fucking insane; well not totally.”
Amanda just
chuckled at that statement. Amanda felt
a twinge and a rising dampness. She
couldn’t believe she was actually getting turned on by Sam’s recount of her
beating. Sam didn’t look like she was
stressed about it either. Actually there was a wicked gleam in her eyes. “Go on, go on; I want to know how it ends.”
She said enthusiastically.
“Well Duhhhhhh; It ends with me having a caned arse and sore
nipples and the best orgasm I ever had.
That’s how it ends. Sheeesh! And they call me dumb?” She quipped jokingly.
Amanda
slapped Sam on the arm, “You know what I mean.”
“Do that
again! I think I like it.” She grinned.
Amanda
sighed, “Just finish the damn story; will ya!”
Sam giggled,
“Now where was I? Ohhhh yeah; that’s
right; I now have to get the cane, which is in mum’s bedroom, on the way past
my brother’s fortress of solitude I see some of his modeling stuff; you know
balsa wood and stuff, and sitting on the craft table was a sheet of
sandpaper. Bing! Goes the ol’brain, and
I kick into the next gear.”
Amanda rolls
her eyes as Sam grins like a Cheshire cat. “Well! In for a penny, in for a pound. I always say.”
“So I tear
off two pieces of sandpaper and stick the sand side against my nipples, inside
my bra, and before you go asking there’s two reasons; One … My nipples become
very sore and sensitive and I get a real kick out of it. Two … it stops my now
rock hard nipples from poking mum’s eyes out when I get down stairs, not a good
idea, if you use the same logic as for the wet knickers. Don’t you agree?”
Amanda
shakes her head, but had to agree with her imbecilic lover. “So I grab the cane, and by this time my
pussy is rebelling against the panties, chaffing inside my fuck tunnel
something horrible; I walk slowly down the stairs, wincing with every
step. Mum thinks I’m reluctant to get my
punishment, and scolds me for taking my time. “Get in here this instant young lady!”” Samantha does the gruff
voice to imitate her mother.
“Huh! …
Lady? …If she only knew.” Sam giggled.
“See! It’s perfect
camouflage. She thinks I’m scared of
getting the cane and I’m just trying not to cum.” Sammy laughs.
Even Mandy
had to laugh at that one. “Then she goes
on and on and on; blah, blah, blah, fucking blah, about the dirt and scruff
marks on the floor. Sheeesh already! I
think to myself; just fucking cane me ya bitch; I didn’t come down here to be
nagged to death.”
“So by the
time she bends me over the kitchen table and drags my shorts down; I’d cooled
off a little which isn’t good; so I wiggled and squirmed and rubbed my nipples
raw, then ground my clit painfully hard into the table top and got back to
where I need to be. And all the while she’s thinking I’m terrified of what’s to
come. Well she does her bit right on queue; and how! Wooow! Talk about going
off like a rocket, I didn’t even feel the other five or was it ten … who cares.” She cackles
So you see
it’s a win/win situation. She wins because she thinks that she’s brought me down
a peg and back to the straight and narrow.
I win because I’m now in orgasmic heaven.
“I don’t
know what to say.” Amanda was still shaking her head.
“Ohhhh!
There was one down side to it all, something I hadn’t planned on” Sammy said
with a wistful sigh
Amanda burst
out laughing, “You had to clean the floor and stairs!”
“Yeah! Well I
suppose you have to pay the piper sometimes.” Sammy giggled, “But I got another
orgasm out of it.”
“You did? Her eyes going wide, “How?” Amanda was
astounded.
“Well, by
the time I finished cleaning all my boot prints off the floor I was back to
square one again. Sore cunt, I still had my knickers jammed up inside me; sore
arse, curtsy of my mother; sore tits, the sandpaper was still wearing away my
nipples as I knelt on all fours and back to being Hoooornnnyyyyy as hell.”
Amanda’s
eyes almost popped out of her head, “You didn’t get her to give you another
flogging … Surely???”
Sam produced
her evil smile again as she realized that Amanda was unconsciously rubbing her
pussy; she continued, “No! It’d be good
in theory but mum is really only good for one or two flogging a month, and my
tally was up for that month; any more than that and she gets so narky that she
takes it out on everyone else; and I couldn’t live with that. Them suffering for my pleasure; it’s just not
right.”
“Ohhhh you’re
so considerate,” Amanda chortled.
Yeah! That
me; Considerate Sam. She beamed.
Sam took a
breath, “So when I had finished, I ran up to my room tore off all my cloths;
ripped the panties out of my cunt; which by the way; made me buckle at the
knees, and shoved them in my mouth.” Sam
actually got to her knees on the floor to show Mandy.
“Ohhhh look;
my trusty Chest-of Draws!” Sam did a
visual with her hands while looking sideways at Amanda. “I pulled the top draw out; which you will
have guessed is the right height … chest height while kneeling. I stuck my nipples over the lip of the draw;
took hold of my clit with the finger and thumb of one hand; took a deep breath,
scrunched my eyes shut, sucked hard on my cunt slimed knickers and slammed the
draw shut while pinching the fuck out of my clit.
Amanda fell
back on the bed as an orgasm swept though her; moaning in sheer ecstasy. Sam had also got herself hot and bothered in
relaying the tale, but had another idea to bring Mandy around. She knee walked across to the bed and slipped
between Mandy’s thighs, licking her juices and rimming her arsehole bring her
to another mind numbing climax. After
Amanda had cooled down enough to bring Sam’s lips to hers; they kissed
tenderly. “Wooow, that was enormous!”
Mandy exclaimed. “Not bad hey!” Sammy
quipped. “Now it’s my turn; there’s
something I want you to do, and I can show you just how it works.” Sam was diddling her clit as she spoke.
Amanda was
pretty sure she knew what Sam was going to ask, “I don’t know if I can; I really
don’t want to beat you.” She said with an anxious expression. “Ssshhhhh,” Sammy
cooed, “You don’t have to beat anyone or even be violent for it to be
effective. Will you trust me and do what
I ask?”
Amanda
nodded, “I’ll try.” “Good! That’s all I ask.” Sammy panted as her arousal
neared its crest, “now sit up and take me in your arms as though you’re nursing
me ... hurry please.” Amanda did as she
asked and laid Sammy’s head on her breasts and stroked her hair with one hand
and brought the other around her Sam’s waist.
“That feels wonderful but not really what I need,” Sam moaned
Sam then
took Mandy’s hand off her hair and pushed it down to her pussy, “Play with my
clit, tweak it gently until I say, roll and gently tug on my nipple with your
other hand; Ohhhh yes… yes do it… That
feels so gooooood; I love you my sweet and I NEED you
to show me just how much you love me.” Sam was almost out of her mind, “You
understand? Don’t you my love.”
Tears were
streaming down Mandy’s face as Sam rolled her mouth up to hers and gave her a
full and passionate kiss. Amanda
shuddered and felt unfamiliar feelings stir deep down within her.
Amanda set
her determination to do as Sam had asked and prayed she got it right, Sam
started to pull hard on her other nipple.
“I love you more than life itself
my darling; I love you with all my heart, with all my soul and with all my
strength.” With that Amanda gritted her
teeth, pressing her fingers together hard down on Samantha clit and nipple,
mashing them both with steely vice like determination. Sam
stiffened, a screech emanating through her clenched teeth, finishing in a guttural groan; then
the spasms tore through her waif like body; throwing her face into Amanda’s
breast screaming her orgasm into the soft pillows of her chest. Her kisses and caresses of Mandy were diametrically
opposed to the painful attack upon herself.
The harder Amanda pinched the more tender Samantha kissed and suckled on
Amanda’s breasts through agonizing groans; shuddering as her arm locked around
her lovers back, caressing her. It ended
in a volley of spasms that threatened to tear her nipples and clit from her
body.
Samantha
slumped, totally spent, and Amanda immediately let go of her tortured nubs,
finally understanding what Sam had tried to tell her. Samantha had taken pain and turned into a
loving caress. They were two halves of a
whole, fitting together in seamless perfection.
Amanda tried
to think of the old saying, “The whole is so much greater than the sum of its
parts … that’s it.” Amanda sighed;
without Sammy she was a mere shadow, and Sammy showed that she would be lost
without Mandy. She felt Sam’s strength
flow though her. She rocked and cuddled her
while her precious darling’s tears wetted her breasts. “I love you Sam; I love you, I love you, I
love you.” Tears of pure joy rolled down
her own cheeks.
It seemed like
hours; just lying there in each others arms.
Sam bolted upright, “Ohhhh My God! Your mother is still lying on the
floor in the lounge room. She’ll think
we’ve forgotten her.” Amanda chuckled,
“Actually we did.” And then, “Did I do
it right?” Mandy asked nervously. “More
right than you can ever imagine.” Sam beamed.
They both
laughed as they got off the bed. “Ouchhhhhh, Ohhhh
dear; this is the part I’m not really wrapped in. These poor little buggers are going to be
sore for a few days, and they were only just recovering from mum’s attention.” She whined as she cupped her nipples.
Amanda only
smiled and said, “Well darling! You
asked for it; I take no responsibility for your discomfort.”
“Your
compassion overwhelms me.” Sam
chided. They both broke up laughing as
they headed down stairs. “By the way there’s something I’d like to know.”
Amanda inquired, “Didn’t it ever occur to you that you might have chopped your
nipples off with that stunt?”
Sam grinned,
“No! I’d used the chest-of-draws before; I’ve only got two hands and if you
want to do both nipples then the clit misses out. I had noticed a quarter inch gap between the
draw and the chest; so they only get squashed; although it is a bitch getting them
buggers back out again.” She grinned
Both were
laughing, by the time they got back down stairs. Angela had crawled halfway through the house to
the kitchen on her way outside. Not
finding her in the lounge room, the girls were a little worried until they
heard a slight moan. “Look at her; she’s
trying to get out to Donnie, the stupid bitch.”
Amanda said it without any sarcasm or malice. Sam chuckled, “Maybe that’s where she wants
to be right now.”
“It may very well be.” Amanda sighed, “But she’s not in any fit mind
to be making those decisions and she needs tending to, and that is best done in
a clean and hygienic bed not some dog kennel; she can go back outside if she
wants to when she’s fit and ready.”
“Does this
mean you’re going to let her prove herself worthy of your love?” Sam hinted.
“Ohhhh she
done that ten fold and then some,” Mandy chuckled.
“Although I
think we’re going to need a bigger cupboard.” Mandy deadpanned.
“Why’s
that?” Sam asked inquisitively.
“What with a
dog fucking mother and a couple of sadomasochistic dykes in the house; there is
just not enough room in that there ol’cupboard for
all them there skeletons.” Mandy
smirked.
Sammy fell
to the floor.
“Stop
laughing ya arse off ya bitch, and help get this stupid cunt up stairs to bed.” Mandy chuckled.
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