Truant's Torment
by Unknown
(NY-144)


FOREWORD 

Blondie Lovecraft was a naughty girl. She'd played hooky once too often. Now 
it was time for her to get the punishment that she deserved! 

Mr. Howard Puritan Lovecraft, her father, didn't like receiving phone calls 
from the truant officer while he was on the job. His boss didn't like it 
much, either. He'd had to take a lot of flack to hear that truant officer 
out, and his wicked daughter was going to pay for it! 

Mr. Lovecraft removed the strap from his pants. He cracked it with his two 
hands. He looked at his daughter and snarled. This man wasn't fooling 
around. 

He grabbed his daughter by the wrist and flung her onto the bed. Blondie 
took the fall well. She landed on her two voluptuous boobs, which cushioned 
the impact. 

The angry daddy lifted up his daughter's prim skirt and yanked down her 
pink-laced panties. He hit her asscheeks hard with the strap. 

Blondie closed her eyes and bit her tongue. The pain raced up and down her 
gorgeous body. She blinked her eyes, then closed them. She anticipated the 
next searing stroke on her buttocks. Her daddy knew how to make it hurt. No 
sixteen year old femme fatale ever suffered more from fooling around. Just 
because she took a day off to give her boyfriend a blowjob in the country, 
she was having to take this harsh beating. 

The strap cracked again. Blondie quivered. This time it hurt just as much, 
but it felt nice too. Blondie couldn't understand what was happening. It was 
a strange and wonderful sensation. The mouth-watering honey licked her lips 
wetly. 

 CHAPTER ONE 

The cock tasted good. Blondie attacked it with a passion. She loved sucking 
prick as much as she enjoyed getting a hard dick rammed up her juicy teenage 
cunt. 

Jessica "Blondie" Lovecraft was all of sweet sixteen. Her friends and 
relatives and just about everybody in the world called her Blondie because 
of her glossy golden hair. That super-star hair-do of hers contrasted 
lusciously against her pink cheeks and blood-red lips. 

Blondie loved playing mischief. She adored trouble. It was the only damned 
thing in Wallington, New Jersey, "the most boring town in the U. S.", that 
was worth doing. That was the main reason that she was playing truant now. 
The other was that it was the first of May and the moon was in its fullness. 
She was red and randy and hot to get her rocks off, 

Harry Doohan, the cad in her life, didn't give a hoot what her reasons were 
for sucking him off. He just sank back into the grass of the Franklin 
countryside and took what the blonde bombshell was giving him. 

Blondie went down on him with her eyes glowing lasciviously. She wet her red 
lips and smiled, holding her lips just an inch over the throbbing cockhead. 
She blew down on the hot tip. That worked every time. The hot cock lurched 
upwards with a sudden jolt, slapping into her opened mouth. She captured the 
penis tip by pressing her lips firmly together. The cock went into spasms. 
Blondie sucked and blew into the comehole. 

She lapped her tongue around the base of the penis head. Her right hand 
reached out and grasped the quivering shaft, ten inches of burning lust. Her 
left hand clasped her lover's balls gently. Her tongue quivered and her lips 
thrilled as she held those testicles. Those comesacks dripped with the sweat 
of desire. The girl thought of the hot, heavy cream that was inside of those 
balls, the sweet spunk that she'd have to tease out by stroking and sucking 
on the huge, throbbing cock. 

Harry looked down approvingly at the woman who was giving him head. He 
smiled. He liked what he saw. He murmured, "You fucking hot bitch!!!" 

Blondie didn't hear him. She knew what he thought of women, and how he felt 
about her in particular. He thought women were shit and he treated Blondie 
like his own private cunt, a hole to be fucked. 

She didn't like that. But she didn't have much of a choice. Most of the guys 
in Wallington were whimpering, acne-scarred imbeciles, or they were more 
brutish, less considerate, than even he. Harry was a year older than she 
was. That meant that he had wheels. That meant that he had a part-time job 
at a service station and some money to spend. That also meant that he was a 
senior. Seniors could get away with murder. The truant officer just ignored 
the upper-classmen, deeming them too far gone. 

So, all in all, Harry was no Prince Charming. But he had a hot, hard prick, 
a car and license, and had enough spare-cash to show a girl a good time. He 
didn't look too bad, either. He was muscular, a real four-letter-man. A lot 
of other gals gave him the eye, and he gave them his dick! But, basically, 
he kept Blondie as his steady date. She endured him, waiting for the day 
when she'd at last graduate and be free to travel and hunt for other men 
with more class and sweeter pricks. Then she'd drop this fucker named Harry. 
But until then he'd just have to do. He wasn't the worst problem a girl 
could find! 

Blondie thought about all these details as she sucked and blew on her boy's 
cock. She wasn't doing this for him. She was doing it for her own pleasure. 
She moaned as she took the cock more deeply down her throat. She really dug 
blowing men's pricks, even this bastard's whose poker cheated on her every 
chance that it got!! 

"OUCH!!" Harry roared. 

Blondie popped the prick out of her mouth and smiled up at her lover. 
"Sorry!" she purred. She knew she wasn't. She knew that she enjoyed that 
bite on his prick very much. He deserved it. She'd done it on an impulse, 
when she was thinking about how nasty and unfair Harry was to her. 

"Watch it!!!" Harry hissed down at her. He lifted his hand to slap her in 
the face, but then thought again and put it down. Maybe he could get away 
with treating the other girls like that, but Blondie had her standards. He 
was in no mood to ruin a good blowjob. 

Blondie smirked even as she popped the hot tip back into her mouth. The dick 
had lost some of its rigidity. Even Harry Doohan couldn't keep his dick hard 
in her mouth if she didn't want it that way. 

Blondie milked the balls more passionately. She really deep-throated the 
dick now, ramming and slamming her lips right down to the balls. She twisted 
her face backwards and forwards, literally screwing that prick that her 
mouth engulfed. Her tongue was not silent. It attacked the penis shaft, 
rubbing and stroking the cock up and down. 

Harry groaned. He tossed his own head this way and that. He moaned and 
groaned. "You fucking sweet cunt!!" he murmured in his excitement. "You 
fucking sweet pussy-face!" He stroked his lover's beautiful, glowing blonde 
hair. It shimmered and blew with a life of its own in the sun and the wind. 
Blondie's hair was truly alive!! 

Harry reached his hot and horny palms under his lover's skimpy top. Blondie 
wasn't wearing any bra. He clasped and squeezed her big, round, full-titted 
boobies. That made his prick thrust more deeply into the girl's sucking 
mouth, as he was consumed in a ferocious ecstasy. 

The man pinched and squeezed her tits. Blondie reciprocated by squeezing his 
balls tightly. Both lovers hurt each other only mildly, but it increased 
their randiness by great leaps and bounds. 

Harry wasn't just leaning back against that tree trunk any more, but Was 
flinging his pelvis upwards, burying his ramrod in his lover's eagerly 
sucking mouth. 

Blondie concentrated more on his comehole. She sucked and blew into it with 
sharp, fiery breaths. She dug her tongue's tip into it. That made the penis 
squirm. 

The voluptuous teenager's hands milked her lover's crimson shaft. She yanked 
it up and down. She worked hard to tease up its load of blazing come. The 
girl pressed her fingertips up along the patterns of purple veins that 
encircled the cock. That made the prick shake and quake. 

Blondie popped the penis out of her lips once again. This time she rubbed it 
lovingly against her pink cheeks. She pressed the cockhead hard into her 
face. 

Her tongue stroked up and down the same blood-veins that her fingertips had 
just traced. The cock was wet with her mouth's juices. Her tongue slid 
easily over the burning shaft. She had to hold the twitching member by the 
root to keep it from bouncing away in all her excitement. The prick wanted 
to revolve wildly in a complete circle, and would have if the girl had not 
captured it firmly in her red and randily clasping hands. 

Blondie drew her face inches away from the cock and blew a cool breeze all 
over its length. The prick twirled around between her fingertips. She 
tenderly, tauntingly pinched the root of the prick. 

Harry's head was sounding like the beating of a big, brass drum. All the 
blood rushed up into his skull. The girl was driving him absolutely crazy, 
totally wild. His prick no longer was merely hard and hot. It was burning 
with fire. 

Blondie pressed the length of the shaft up against her soft neck. She loved 
feeling the tremendous throbbings up against her sensitive throat. 

She then took the prick and sucked along the length of it with her hot and 
horny lips. Her cunt quivered. She knew that she'd come within the minute. 
The sheer excitement of this oral sex was making her clit throb at a mile a 
minute! 

Harry couldn't hold his come in much longer either. He swallowed the spittle 
in his mouth while he gasped. His whole body trembled. 

Blondie twirled her head and hair around and took the penis into her mouth. 
Almost immediately, she felt the prick stiffen. Her loverboy was going to 
come. She purred with joy. She wanted him to come when she did. She loved 
the taste of hotly spurting spunk when her pussy quivered in orgasm. 

"I'm coming, Blondie!! My prick's spouting!!" Harry roared. He grabbed his 
lovergirl's boobies tighter than ever and squeezed down in his crazy desire. 

Blondie gasped in her shock and opened her mouth wide. The prick lunged all 
the way down her throat as its jism raced up along its length towards the 
cockhead. Then, as those love juices rampaged up along the prick's length, 
as Harry fucked his girl's face wildly, he pulled his cock back. 

That was when he came. He spurted and spurted and spurted his hot come into 
Blondie's mouth. The burning, creamy-dreamy spunk dribbled from her lips, 
over her red lips and down her dimpled chin. 

Blondie's pussy quivered in crazy, orgasmic spasms. Her vagina dripped forth 
her love juices. She moaned in her terrific pleasure. 

Harry's still huge, though half-limp, cock slid out of her mouth. The prick 
brushed against her cheeks, dripping its silvery-white sperm. Harry loved 
that part. He loved spurting his come onto the faces of the women who blew 
him. 

Blondie attacked his dying prick. She wanted every drop of that jism. Again, 
she didn't do it to pleasure her boyfriend. She couldn't have cared less 
whether he liked it or not. She did it for her own self. She did it because 
she loved the flavor of men's hot come, liked the sensation of the jism 
rolling around on the tip of her tongue inside her wet, dark mouth, then 
being swallowed down her eagerly awaiting throat. 

She pressed her lips tightly down on his cooling hot tip. There was a 
mouthful of jism still contained in the limping dick. She sucked hard, 
whistling the come up into her mouth. Her tongue pressed and poked into the 
penis head. Her lips helped to milk the spunk right out. 

Harry didn't complain. He just stroked his sweaty hands through his lover's 
gorgeous hair and leaned back against the tree, eating up all the good 
vibes. As far as he was concerned, anything that could prolong his orgasm 
was all right with him! 

Blondie seemed satisfied that the cockhead had enough sucking and blowing. 
There didn't seem to be anything left up there to suck or to blow anymore. 
The dick was now completely limp, completely spent. Harry winced. His 
cock-flesh was sore. Blondie had really given his prick a work-out!! 

The blonde bombshell engulfed the whole tired penis into her mouth to suck 
off those precious juices from its length. She then tossed the limp member 
casually to the side of her face, feeling that there was nothing in it worth 
dealing with anymore. 

Then she applied herself to those comesacks. The balls had gotten their fair 
share of spilled jism. She sucked those hairy testicles off, spitting out 
the hair that got caught between her teeth. She didn't mind. Those few extra 
drops of silvery-white come made it all worth the while! 

Finally, Blondie was satisfied. She'd taken all that a woman could from this 
loverboy Harry's prick. She looked up into his eyes and gave him a lewd 
smirk, she teased, "It was OK, Harry, but when are you going to grow up and 
be a man?" 

Harry, though usually quick to take insult, was so obviously impressed by 
the blonde's performance and the great endurance and terrific ejaculation of 
his own cock, that he wasn't bothered by the gal's comment. "I'll be a man 
the next time we fuck!" he teased her. "But you'd better be cunt enough for 
me, baby, or you're in for big trouble!!" 

Blondie reached down and stroked her quivering cunt and clit. She fell back 
to the grass and roared with laughter. Her boyfriend fell right on top of 
her, pinning her lustfully to the ground. He pressed his lips to his blonde 
bombshell's. She groaned. He forced his tongue into her mouth. Her tongue 
slashed out at his. They kissed ferociously. 

When her loverboy pulled his face away from her lips, Blondie laughed 
mockingly, "How did you like the taste of your own come?" She stuck her 
tongue out at him. It was covered on the upper and undersides with a 
silvery-white ooze. This was the residue of her cocksucking. 

Harry licked his lips and smiled, "I loved it! MMMMmmmm Good!! Yummy!! 
Yummy!!" Then he scratched his balls and pressed his sexually-scented 
fingertips to his girlfriend's nostrils. "Here, baby, smell!" he hissed 
aggressively. 

Blondie breathed in deeply. She was in perpetual ecstasy. 

Harry roared with laughter. "You not only enjoy sucking it up. You enjoy 
snorting it in!!" He beat his fists against the grass, unable to control 
himself. 

Blondie smiled sweetly at him with her ruby-red lips and replied, "I sure 
do!" She wet her lips. She looked like the Whore of Babylon to the boy who 
gazed down at her loveliness. She was a slut to him, to his dark passions, 
in every way. Harry smirked inside, happy to be a cad to such a slut as 
this!! 

He guessed what was going to happen to her. That made his prick throb with 
new vigor. Her father was going to hear about it from the truant officer. 
Lucky for Harry, he sighed, that Blondie was smart enough to keep her 
fucking mouth shut about this cocksucking affair. 

Mr. Howard Puritan Lovecraft slaved while away at work. It was warm and 
muggy inside his factory-plant, and he wished beyond all else that he wasn't 
there. 

He applied himself one hundred per cent to the micrometer. 

"This'll be quite a laser when we're through with it!" he thought to 
himself, trying to self-inspire some enthusiasm in his blood. 

The firm for which he worked was called Space-Age Electronics. Howard 
Lovecraft was employed in the commercial laser-manufacturing division. He 
had had years of experience preceding his work on lasers in making the fine 
gears and springs of certain ship clocks. 

"Puree!" sounded a sudden voice. It was harsh and grating. Lovecraft looked 
up. 

"No!" he cursed himself. It was his boss, Mr. Grimmstone. What could that 
bastard want. That mean S. O. B. was always quick to jump on someone's back, 
and he didn't always have good reason to, either. 

"Yes, Sir!" he replied. The boss had addressed him by an offensive 
contraction of his middle name, but he didn't complain. With Mr. Grimmstone 
you didn't complain. You just listened and obeyed. 

"Telephone, Lovecraft!! Make it snappy. You know the rules about calls here. 
Next time, it won't even go through. We give you guys some courtesy and you 
step all over us!! Watch it, Lovecraft! I said, watch it!" 

Howard Lovecraft boiled inside with outrage. This boss of his was a real 
tyrant He'd been under this supervisor for the past five years, and every 
one of those years was a living hell. But his family needed the income, and 
the firm paid him well for his skills. Unfortunately, with such a relatively 
small market as lasers, he couldn't easily look elsewhere for employment. So 
he stuck with it. He ate the dirt, biding his time for a better day. 

The forty-four year old Lovecraft walked over to the telephone in his boss' 
office. Mr. Grimmstone fixed his eyes on the man. Lovecraft wished that he 
could just slam the phone down and rush away. But that would be losing face. 
Grimmstone would come down harder on him in the long run. 

"Hello, Howard Lovecraft speaking." 

"Hello, Mr. Lovecraft," a deep, husky yet clear voice answered. "This is 
William Jack. We've spoken before." 

Lovecraft turned his face away from the phone. He murmured, "Oh, no!" But he 
caught himself before he spoke any further. He saw his supervisor watching 
him intently. He decided to let the fellow on the other end of the line do 
the talking, if that was possible. Otherwise, he'd just have to ask Mr. 
Grimmstone to step out of his own office, because the call was personal. 
Grimmstone wouldn't like that. Lovecraft knew that he'd be in sad straits 
for a long time if he had to resort to such a brazen request. 

"Yes," Lovecraft said. "Is it - ?" 

"It is," Mr. Jack replied. "I am sorry. Your daughter has done it again. 
She's cut out of school today." 

"Oh, Lord!" Lovecraft exclaimed into the phone. "She's so difficult. We try 
so hard, Mr. Jack. I'm so sorry. We hate making your job any harder than it 
is. But Blondie is such a precocious child! She makes so many problems!!" 

Mr. Grimmstone perked up his ears. He loved hearing other people's problems. 
The more miserable others felt the better off he believed he was. Mr. 
Grimmstone leaned closer, so that he was almost looking into Howard 
Lovecraft's face. 

The lean, somewhat gaunt, Lovecraft quivered as he felt the dual pressures 
of the truant officer and his supervisor. Both were authority figures for 
Lovecraft. He didn't like authority, but he respected it. He listened to the 
truant officer speak, "Please do your best, Mr. Lovecraft. Jessica is not 
the best student. Her grades suffer each and every time that she takes off 
from school. If you don't mind my saying so, sir, I think that a firm hand 
is in order." 

"That it is, sir! That it is!!!" Lovecraft stammered out. He wasn't half as 
nervous as he was upset. He felt absolutely miserable. It seemed that all 
the forces of his private world had conspired around him to bring misery 
into his already hard life. It wasn't fair. 

"Well, take care, Mr. Lovecraft," Mr. Jack said. "Just trying to make you 
aware of the problem before it escalates out of proportion." 

Lovecraft answered, "Thank you, Mr. Jack, We'll, that is my wife and I, do 
our best to keep Blondie under tabs. Hate to be a problem to you again." 

"Not at all, sir. Not at all, Mr. Lovecraft. The pleasure to serve is mine." 

"Again, let me inform you that we'll do our best." 

"I'm sure you will, Mr. Lovecraft. I'm sure you will. Good-day, sir." 

"Goodbye, Mr. Jack. I appreciate your calling." The receiver on the other 
end clicked. Lovecraft felt a little foolish about himself. He'd been too 
polite. But, then again, he felt uncomfortable about his surroundings and 
was embarrassed with the whole affair of his daughter. In his Puritanical 
eyes that intra-family difficulty was a reflection on his ability to manage 
his household. 

Mr. Grimmstone stared into Lovecraft's eyes and said, gruffly, "You've got 
big problems, don't you, Lovecraft? I know who you were talking to. I asked 
him myself. He didn't want to say, but I told him that if he wanted to talk 
to you at all, he damn well had better!!" 

Lovecraft could hardly believe his own ears. He couldn't believe what an 
outright pig his supervisor was! He'd not only had the temerity to invade a 
private call, but he'd actually reprimanded Lovecraft for receiving it, 
putting him in the most ungodly position to receive the hard news. 
Grimmstone was a man who truly abused authority, Lovecraft thought to 
himself. 

Howard Lovecraft looked back into his boss' eyes and muttered, "Yes. There 
are problems at home." 

Then, much to Lovecraft's astonishment, his boss put his arm around his 
shoulder, a thing so unheard of that Lovecraft wondered if he was dreaming 
up this whole dreadful scene. 

"Lovecraft," the crass Grimmstone asserted, "we've all got problems. Even I 
get 'em too. I want you to go home tonight, when it's five o'clock," he was 
careful to add, "and sleep it off. I don't want you coming in a ruin 
tomorrow. I know about these things, boy! Your work will suffer. Remember, 
Lovecraft, you go home and get yourself refreshed. I want to see you 
bright-eyed and bushy-tailed in the morning! You hear me?" 

Lovecraft endured an elbow-jab into his chest with hardly a frown. He shook 
his head in consent and murmured, "OK, Mr. Grimmstone." 

"What was that, Puree?" the boss puffed out. 

"I'll watch out for myself." 

"Good. Good," the boss roared. " 'Cause I'll be looking out for you too. And 
remember, Lovecraft, no more calls!! You're supposed to leave your domestic 
problems at home, with your wife, where they belong. Not bring them into the 
shop with you!!" Lovecraft just hung his head low and shuffled off back to 
his work. He wasn't a coward. He could have stood up to Grimmstone any day, 
any time. But he knew that if he liked bringing home his weekly paycheck, 
the one that said $500, then he was better off keeping his remarks to 
himself. 

Even as he went back to his micrometer, Lovecraft couldn't stop amazing at 
the vulgarity, the inhumanity of his supervisor. The boss was a fool from a 
technical standpoint, as well. He'd just wasted five minutes of valuable 
company time lecturing Lovecraft when a few choice words would have done 
very nicely and been far more diplomatic, giving rise to better 
supervisor-employee relations. 

Lovecraft fumed as he directed his energies at the laser. He turned his 
enmity, by slow but sure degrees, from Mr. Grimmstone to his own daughter 
Blondie. She had been the cause of this whole scene. None of this would have 
occurred had she just gone to school and learned her lessons well, as she 
should have. Lovecraft paid good tax-money to Wallington's school-board to 
educate his daughter. She should have respected that, she should have 
respected him, and attended her classes. 

Basically, Howard Puritan Lovecraft was a kind and considerate gentleman. 
But when he was angry, the timbers came crashing down. Any enemy of his had 
a heavy force to conjure with. Lovecraft never exceeded his authority, but 
those over whom he had power were pretty unfortunate people when they gave 
him cause to get mad!! 

Lovecraft yearned to get his hands on that wicked daughter of his. 

'Blondie! ... Blondie!! ... Blondie!! ...' he murmured angrily to himself. 
His micrometer slipped. The delicate steel tube on which he was working 
scratched against the edge of his measuring instrument. The past hours work 
was utterly ruined ... 

"Blondie!!" Howard Lovecraft roared. "Come here!!" 

Blondie looked at her enraged father and quailed. She'd seen the fellow 
angry before, but never quite this mad. She worried at what he might do to 
her in this tantrum-state of his. 

"Yes, Dad!" Blondie responded. Her voice cracked. She couldn't hide her 
fear. She didn't try to. Usually her feminine submissiveness worked for her. 
It frequently melted her father's heart, cooling him down. 

The voluptuous teenager strode nearer her father, obediently. Her cheeks 
flushed with fright. She stared at the floor. She trembled. 

The father grabbed her by the wrist. He flung her down hard on her own bed. 
She landed on her two boobs, which cushioned her fall. 

Howard Lovecrafted gazed down like a giant upon his daughter. Though he was 
built with the frame of a bird, he was tall, and when he was angry he seemed 
larger than life. 

Blondie lay there quivering upon her tummy. She wore a zebra-striped black 
and blue top, with a skirt that was a bright purple. She really looked like 
a strumpet, right down to her sexy sandals and red-painted toenails. 

Blondie stared up. She saw what her father was doing. She froze in her 
terror. It was as bad as it could be. 

Lovecraft ripped the belt violently from the loops that encircled his 
slacks. He cracked the mahogany-colored leather by holding each end of the 
strap and yanking on it tightly. There was a loud snap. The air trilled to 
the sound of the belt. 

The irate father leaned over. He unceremoniously threw his daughter's skirt 
up and pulled her pink-laced panties down. The sight of those panties 
angered him more. He realized just how bad that daughter of his was. She had 
no shame. She didn't deserve to be called Anglican. 

Blondie saw the strap whiz down. She closed her eyes, expecting the sudden 
flash of pain. The belt didn't disappoint her. She quailed as the strap 
stung her flesh. Her asscheeks screamed out in their cruel torment! 

"I'll teach you, Blondie!! I'll teach you, you little brat!! Don't you ever 
play hooky again!! Do you hear me!! Don't do it again!!" The father gritted 
his teeth and snarled. 

Blondie pleaded, "No! Daddy! No! Don't hit me, Daddy!! Please don't hit me!! 
Oh, Daddy!! I promise that I won't do it again! I promise!!" 

"You promise!" Lovecraft roared. "The devil you promise!! You take your 
beating, child!! Let this be a lesson!!" 

Howard Lovecraft grabbed his daughter by the hair. He tugged upon it 
viciously. The girl squirmed and tried to break free. But her father bore 
her down. 

The belt cracked again. Blondie howled out her pain. 

Howard Lovecraft screamed over and over again things like, "I've got to 
receive phone calls at work because of you! Now my boss knows what kind of 
family I keep!! You foul little brat!! Take your beating, child!! Take it, 
or it will hurt more!! Don't try to fight me!! 

"I'm your father and I'm in charge!!" 

Blondie experienced a bizarre transition as the hard leather whipped her 
bottom. The terror began to go away, began to become replaced with a strange 
and wonderful excitement. 

"I like it!!" she murmured to herself, uncomprehending why. "I like it!!" 

All she knew was that she began to groove on the violent vibes that made her 
pussy wet. Her cunt quivered. It was absolutely delicious. 

Again and again the belt fell. It stung her buns hard. She gasped with the 
mysterious pleasure of it all. 

The strap took on a kind of rhythm. It thrilled her buttocks. The good 
vibrations raced throughout her luscious, voluptuous young body. Her nipples 
became firm and erect. Her whole body sweated. The perspiration flooded her 
hair, ran down her pink cheeks. Her face assumed a lascivious expression. 
She was fortunate that her vengeance-crazed father didn't see that joyous 
look on her face. He would have whipped her ass twice as hard, and that 
would have been too much for even her. 

Blondie clutched the sheets. She dug her fingernails into the bed quilt. She 
yearned to grasp her own quivering pussy, but she knew that that was beyond 
bounds. Her father would have killed her. 

"This is the only way to make you learn!!" Howard Lovecraft yelled at his 
daughter. "This is how to teach a bad one like you!!!" 

Blondie couldn't have agreed more with what he was saying. Her pussy was 
enfired by the delicious vibes that that tyrant of a father filled her with. 
She knew that the man was absolutely in the right. That made it even better. 
She loved being treated like the naughty slut. 

"Oh, Daddy, you're hurting me!! Stop it, Daddy! Stop it!!" she yelled out. 
She knew that it would probably have the opposite effect, that it would only 
make her father hit her the harder. He was that kind of man. When he felt 
that his designated powers were being questioned, he asserted himself twice 
as hard. 

Howard Lovecraft increased his paddling of his daughter's ass. The asscheeks 
bounced up and down as that leather belt cracked. They were tight and yet 
voluptuously rounded, like full moons. They were the nicest asscheeks that 
he'd ever seen, far nicer than his wife's or his own. He wondered where his 
daughter had gotten them from. 

Blondie quivered. The tears streamed down her eyes. They were tears not of 
pain, but tears of pleasure. Now her daddy was hitting her just right. It 
was a hard and firm spanking, perfect even in its rapid strokes. 

Her pussy burned like wild-fire. It were as though a secret nerve connected 
her asscheeks to her vagina. That pussy tingled with such marvelous 
ecstasies that she wondered if she'd ever really been fucked before. This 
was so much better. This was a much heavier, a much sweeter and 
all-consuming trip. 

"Take that! And that! You lousy kid!!" Lovecraft screamed. He still hadn't 
enough of ass-tanning. That kid of his had to pay for all the grief that she 
brought him, and probably would still be bringing him. Sometimes he thought 
that she was just born bad, as though from a bad seed. She was always such a 
whipper-snapper. He was almost ashamed to take her out in public with him 
and his wife, Sonia Scarlet Lovecraft. 

"Did I hear you ask to make me stop? Did I, Blondie?" 

Blondie screamed out, "Yes! Daddy! Yes!" She gasped out, then groaned, 
"Please stop! I can't take it anymore!" The truth was that she loved it, she 
loved this new experience. It was wild and crazy and dangerous. She loved 
being mastered by someone bigger and stronger than herself. She began to 
learn the rare and fabulous joys of sexual submission. 

Of course, her daddy wasn't treating her sexually now, but she responded 
that way. It didn't matter one iota to her if this man had his eyes on her 
pussy or her buns. She only cared that he was putting her in her place with 
his firm hand. That made her quake with terrific delight. 

"All right!!" Howard Lovecraft shouted. "And one more!!" He cracked the belt 
on his daughter's upraised ass with one last stroke. She wasn't expecting 
that one. She'd never known her father to play tricks on her. 

That unexpected slap was the sweetest one of all. Her pussy had been caught 
off guard. It now writhed in sizzling orgasm. 

Blondie clasped the white bed-quilt around her and rolled over on her back. 
She pulled the quilt over her face and sobbed hysterically. That was half a 
put-on and half-real. But she really covered her face so that her father 
wouldn't see her lascivious face, a face that lewdly relished in the beating 
that she'd been given. 

That beating was far more than just an ass-spanking. It charged this 
voluptuous baby's sexually-obsessed body with an ocean of dark, brooding, 
red-hot lust. All the secretive, storming black passions of the Puritan mind 
now raged inside of her virile, mouth-watering flesh. 

"Let that be a lesson to you!" Howard Lovecraft snapped. "Don't ever play 
truant again or it'll be far worse next time, daughter!!" 

Blondie pulled the quilt from over her tear and sweat-stained face. She 
stared into her father's eyes and quivered ah over. She liked the hint of a 
still-flaring inner rage that glowed within those midnight blue orbs. 

"Please don't ever hit me again, daddy!!" the girl cried out, soliciting a 
response. 

"Then be good!!" Howard Lovecraft shouted out. He cracked his belt again. 
Leather struck leather. The snapping sound made her cringe. She tucked 
herself under the quilt again. Her heart beat terribly fast. 

The pussy juices ran down her thighs, staining her purple skirt, even 
trickling all the way down to her lacy pink panties. "Oh, what a dirty girl 
I am!!" she moaned to herself. She smiled naughtily. "I'll have to be 
punished again. I know that I'll do something else wrong!! It's too much to 
ask me to be good always!! ..." 

Howard Lovecraft tore the quilt from off her daughter's body and looked down 
on her trembling form. "Remember this well, my daughter!!" he shouted. 

"Daddy, stop looking at me like that!!" Blondie howled. 

"No!! I want you to feel your shame!! I want to look down on the body of 
you, my naughty daughter, and see what I've brought up!! 

"Don't ever try that again!! Not ever, Blondie!! I'll not be embarrassed by 
any child of mine! 

"I work hard for my living! What do you do, just go to school, if even that, 
and come home and eat and sleep and spend our hard-earned money to buy your 
new clothes? 

"Well, things are changing around here, darling!! You'd better get that into 
your head right now!! There will be no more playing hooky!! My word is 
final!!" 

Blondie sat up. She looked at her father for a long time before speaking. 
Then she said at last, "All right, daddy. I promise you. I shall be a new 
girl. I'll stop being bad!!" 

She felt a little silly showing her submission in that way. But there was no 
other way that she could think of that would have conveyed her meaning. She 
had been wicked and she admitted it. 

Inside, she smirked. She'd be naughty again. She'd make more trouble. She 
was certain that her daddy would punish her. That was what she wanted more 
than anything else. She yearned to be treated like the hot young bitch, the 
whoring strumpet, the lousy, cheap, good-for-nothing trouble-maker that she 
really was. What was the use in pretending to herself? She was bad and she 
adored every second of it! 

Most of all, though, she was learning to cherish being punished for it, 
being tamed like the virile, mischievous, stormy animal that she was!! 

She stared at her daddy as he strode out of her bedroom, slipping the strap 
back through the loops of his trousers. That was the symbol of dominance to 
her, the strong man with the rough and ready strap. That image would make 
her pussy quiver for many sweet, long nights as she fantasized about a 
strong man who could beat the bad out of her. A man who would not listen to 
her cries for mercy but would take his belt a beat her little ass till she 
was writhing on the floor begging for him to stop the agony and begin the 
ecstasy. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Blondie didn't want to go to school today. 

She wanted to experience more submission and mastery. She yearned to taste 
more of the fruits of the strange love. Her body thirsted to be dominated by 
a powerful man. Her pussy quivered at the very thought. She wanted to play 
the role of the tamed strumpet. She would be submissive to the man who 
trained her to be, who mastered her with his body and his mind. 

She had it all planned out. 

The photograph was securely, inconspicuously tucked under her pillow. The 
rubbers were scattered all around the carpet that surrounded her bed. They 
weren't really used, of course. She might have been sloppy, even careless, 
frequently. But she was no pig. 

But Harry Doohan didn't know that for sure. He probably wouldn't even know 
the difference between the steamed milk that she'd filled the discarded 
condoms with and a real man's spunk. She was counting on the credulousness 
of his emotions. She prayed that he'd be so overcome with jealous rage that 
he'd act before thinking. No, he'd never examine those milk-filled rubbers. 
She was sure of it! 

This hussy wanted discipline, and she wanted to make certain that she'd get 
every ounce of it that she craved!! 

The photograph was of a blonde-haired Wasp-type, a guy by the name of 
Gunther Strassburg who was all of twenty years old. He was the lover of her 
girlfriend, Susan Swissardin. Though the truth was, she wouldn't have minded 
borrowing Gunther for a day or two, she'd only borrowed his photograph as 
part of the plot to enrage her own lover Harry. It was far-fetched, Blondie 
pondered, but she decided to give it a try none-the-less. 

Her mother, Sonia Scarlet Lovecraft, was busily at work now at the 
television network in New York City. She was a copy-writer. She worked hard 
and she enjoyed it. You might say that she was a happily fulfilled career 
woman. She was forty-one and going strong!! 

Howard Puritan Lovecraft was busy at his job too. That meant that the coast 
was clear. The house was free for merry-making. Just because she'd left the 
house at eight o'clock sharp in the morning didn't necessarily mean that she 
went to school. No! Blondie just took a lovely stroll through Maple Park. 
She breathed in the sweetly fragrant airs of middle May. She loved it. 

She couldn't understand why her folks and the school-system were both making 
such a fuss anyways about her playing hooky. School was soon to end, 
anyways. May would soon turn to June and the spring semester would be over. 
Could it have been a matter of principles, a matter of bureaucratic 
bullshit, or was it something else. She wondered for a while, but after that 
she didn't care. 

Blondie double-checked her bedroom. She made certain that everything was 
just right for the game that she was about to indulge in with her boyfriend. 

Blondie quickly adjusted her garments in the wardrobe mirror. She wanted to 
look just right for Harry. She wanted to be pert, spunky enough to really 
get him aroused, to get his ire up and steaming mad. 

She was just the one who could do it. She was sure of that! 

Blondie adjusted her top. It was orange silk. That had cost her plenty, but 
every single cent was worth it. The orange silk formed a whole dress which 
draped seductively down her body. She realized that any young man, or old 
man, in the world would cream over her right now!! Yes, she was dressed to 
kill!! 

Or, and at that she snickered, be killed!! 

She fondled her pussy. Her cunt was quivering. That meant that Harry must 
not now be far away, she chuckled to herself. 

The doorbell rang. She fluffed up her sexy blonde hair. She applied the last 
touches of eyelash mascara and ruby-red lipstick to her lips. 

She rushed down the stairs, practically flying down on wings, to answer the 
front door. She gave herself one last prim patting, then threw the door 
open. 

It was Harry! For once, the boy was on time! He'd fallen into her trap!! 

"Harry!" she purred. She flung her arms around his neck. 

He stooped down and crushed her in his massive, muscular arms. "How ya' 
doing?" he asked, as though it were part of a mindless ritual to which he'd 
grown accustomed to. 

"You look swell today, Harry!" Blondie cooed. 

"And I guess you look OK, too," Harry murmured. The muscle-man stared at his 
lovergirl's breasts. Blondie knew what he had on his mind. She wasn't 
surprised. That was what she'd invited him over for on the telephone. 

"How would you like to come over tomorrow and get the finest balling your 
fucking cock ever got in its whole, God-damned life?" she asked Harry over 
the phone. 

Harry had responded with a very predictable, "Sure thing, baby!!" 

And now he was here. And now he wanted to get fucked. The irony was that 
he'd be fucked, all right, but in a way very different from the one he 
imagined in his dirty, fond dreams. 

"So, baby!" Harry said as Blondie closed the door behind him. "I'm ready!!" 
He reached out and grabbed and squeezed her breasts. She flinched at his 
touch. He was a real bruiser, that Harry was. 

That dress didn't mean anything to his rough-neck hands. All he cared about 
were the gorgeous boobs underneath those shimmering orange folds of 
material. 

Blondie shrank away. She murmured, "Hey, boy, take it easy!! You'll get 
yours! Don't rush things!!" 

The hard and hot and horny Harry didn't like being treated that way. He spit 
on the living room carpet and cursed under his breath, "Foul bitch!! Who 
does she think she is!" 

Blondie heard the insult. She smiled wryly. She'd enjoy the pain that she 
was going to inflict upon this woman-maltreater. She yearned to see the 
expression on Harry's face when he got sight of Gunther Strassburg's 
photograph. He was far handsomer than Harry. That would really make the 
loverboy mad. He hated guys who looked better than him in any way, shape, or 
form. He'd already broken a lot of bones on the football field of enemy 
heroes. In every sense of the word, Harry was a man totally out for himself. 

Blondie took her suitor by the hand. "Come," she said. "Come, Harry! Let's 
go up to my room. That's where you want to be, isn't it?" 

Harry grinned obscenely from ear to ear. "If it's got a bed in it, honey, 
that's where I want to be! You know my speed!!" 

Blondie had to agree with him on that one. She knew his speed, but she 
didn't care much for it. Still, all in all, this huge hunk of animal muscle 
by the name of Harry had a very, very important purpose to fulfill. 

Up the stairs they walked together. Harry could not keep his hands to 
himself. He reached out and fondled Blondie's swaying hips and buns. They 
were really super-looking from the point of view that he had. They looked 
like giant treats, those gorgeous asscheeks of hers! 

Harry couldn't help himself. He touched his own crotch. His hard-on was 
bulging inside his slacks, trying its hardest to break free. He panted as he 
climbed the last few steps. He felt his heart beating swiftly. The sweat 
started to appear on his forehead. 

Blondie turned around and smiled a flashy smile his way. "MMMmmmm, naughty, 
naughty" she said. She looked down and stared at the throbbing erection 
inside of his pants. That really turned the loverboy on. He started to moan 
and groan in uncontrollable passion. 

Harry reached out and clasped the blonde bombshell by the breasts. He 
fondled them vigorously. He leaned over and whispered suggestively into her 
ear, "I'm going to fuck you, doll!! I'm going to fuck and ball and screw you 
until you drown in your own pussy juice!!" 

Blondie reached out and stroked his hair. It was like an erotic ballet, her 
motions. She whispered into his ear, in a cat-like purring, "That's just the 
way that I want it, baby!! You know what I want, loverboy!!" 

Harry was hard as a rock now. He already began to unzip his trousers. His 
cockhead was imprisoned only by the cotton of his white briefs. 

They entered the bedroom. Blondie strolled over to the bed. She looked 
towards the floor. She intentionally stepped on something, and stood there 
covering it with her silver slipper. 

Harry caught her effort at concealment. He snapped, "What is it that you're 
trying to hide from me? What is it?" 

Blondie blurted out, her face red with lies and shame, "Nothing! What do you 
mean, Harry?" 

"You know what I mean!!" Harry rushed nearer to her. "Move aside!" he 
demanded with a husky, passionate voice. 

"No!" Blondie said. "Don't push me around!!" she snapped. But Harry just 
ignored her. He pushed her violently to the bed. He reached down and grasped 
up the small object that she had pretended to hide. 

"Yeack!!!" he shouted in disgust. He held the apparently used rubber between 
his two fingertips. The salty, spoiled steamed milk probably smelled exactly 
like day-old semen. Harry frowned in disgust and dropped the condom back to 
the floor. He noticed the two other rubbers there with it. 

"What the fuck have you been doing behind my back!!" he barked at his 
girlfriend. "Having frigging orgies!!" He lifted his hand to strike her. 
Blondie grasped up the pillow on which she'd been burying her head, and 
covered up her face. 

"Holy fucking shit!!" the astonished Harry screamed. "Now what do we have?" 

He pointed towards the sexy photograph of Susan Swissardin's boyfriend, the 
immensely handsome Gunther Strassburg. 

Blondie clasped it in her hands and would not give it up. She held it to her 
bosom, as though Gunther were her personal savior, her true and, dearest 
love. 

"Give it up!!" Harry snarled. He banged his foot on the floor and leaned 
over and yanked the photograph from the strumpet's hands. 

Then he spit on it and flung it across the room like a boomerang. 

"You are the slut!" he barked at the cowering, quivering Blondie. "What the 
fuck do you think I am, your own private fucking stud!! You call me when you 
can't get the other, or others!! Or when you want some frigging variety!!" 

He threw his arms into the air and flailed them chaotically. "I'll show 
you!" he roared. He lunged at Blondie. She rolled off the bed. He clasped 
her tightly about the ankle. She tumbled to the floor. 

Blondie whimpered in her terror. 

A great ear-to-ear grin flashed over Harry's face. He felt in charge now. 
He'd captured the wicked creature that had busted his balls and broken his 
heart. Now he'd give her the licking that she deserved, the punishment, the 
hard and heavy discipline that this shameless hussy so richly deserved! 

Harry reached down his hot and horny hands. He grasped the fallen blonde 
bombshell in his hands. He squeezed her ass hard as he flung her onto the 
bed. 

"What are you going to do to me? What are you going to do to me now?" 
Blondie screamed. She quivered all over. "You're not going to hurt me, 
Harry? ... Harry, are you Harry? Harry?" 

"This is what I'm going to do, you fucking whore!" Harry reached down and 
grasped Blondie's shimmering orange gown. He pulled the glowing folds right 
off. The material tore in half. 

Blondie screamed, "My gown! My gown! What have you done to it!!" 

Harry didn't give a shit about her precious gown. He hardly even cared what 
the girl cried out, save for liking the dramatic effect, because it let him 
know that she was in terror and misery, and that was where he wanted her to 
be. 

Blondie felt the satiny fabric rip against her upthrust nipple. That made 
her cunt shake and quiver in wild excitement. Blondie was a girl with more 
than usual sensitivity in her breasts. Harry used to often remark on how he 
suspected that she had a clit and a cunt tucked up there some where's. 

Harry grasped Blondie by her tits. He tried to turn her over onto her tummy. 
The girl struggled. She liked to give a fight. It would make her punishment 
all the sweeter in the end. She would have earned the ass-tanning that she 
so hungrily seeked. 

Blondie finally felt herself rolling over. She wasn't the least bit 
surprised. Her boyfriend was far stronger than she was. His superior 
muscle-power could make her female body do almost anything. 

Harry barked into her ear, "Lie there, you slut!! Lie there without moving 
an eyelash or I'll break your neck. I'm not kidding, girl!!!" 

Blondie peeked. But she was wise enough not to move. 

The erotically charged girl saw Harry strip. The boy yanked his shirt over 
his head and dropped his drawers. His cock was pounding larger and harder 
than ever. Could it be, she wondered curiously, that he liked this chance at 
taming her ass? 

Harry was finally in the nude. His great hairy chest heaved ferociously as 
he panted. . There was a wild look in his glaring eyes. 

He flung himself onto the bed, right next to Blondie. She closed her eyes as 
she felt the impact. The whole bed shook violently. 

Blondie bit down on her lower hp, preparing excitedly for the next step. 

Harry raised his hand high and brought it down suddenly. His hotly sweating 
open palm hit her asscheeks with a terrific impact. 

Blondie whimpered at that. She groaned to herself, "Oh, honey, it hurts!! It 
hurts!!" She wet her red lips. Her nipples rubbed tightly against the 
sheets. 

"Take that! And that! And that!" Harry screamed. "You hot bitch!! You 
fucking, filthy whore!! I'll teach you to be such a slut on the sly!! You 
frigging cunt!! So you fuck other guys behind my back!! I don't like being 
used!! You'll learn what it means to be my girl, and to be bad!!! ..." 

Blondie started to really get off on the spanking. Harry was so close to her 
that she could smell his strong, masculine aroma. She inhaled deeply. The 
musky, sweaty odor mixed excitingly with her own feminine scent. The tears 
that streamed instinctively out of her eyes got inhaled up her nostrils. 
That stung the sensitive mucous membrane of her nose. 

Up and down, up and down, up and down, Harry's hand fell with a 
mind-blasting rhythm. He was better than Daddy! Her father had spanked her 
and disciplined her out of anger and out of a sense of purpose. But this guy 
whacked her with those terrific strokes because he was mad as hell over her 
suspected cheating on him. 

This was no cold ass-slapping. This was fiery passion. That made it a whole 
other thing. This was the kind of ass-rapping that really could make a 
naughty girl's pussy quiver wetly. 

Harry's firmly rigid cock banged up and down against those hotly slapped 
asscheeks. That was not his fault. He was just that near to her. And his 
prick had a life of its own. The glowing member grew even larger and hotter 
as it slapped up and down against the red-hot, trembling, and soaking wet 
full moon of the bad blonde. 

"What are you doing to me, Harry? What are you doing?" Blondie groaned. 
"What did I do so terrible that you didn't do? Huh? What about the 
cheerleaders that you've banged up? Did anyone punish you for slamming them 
up their fucking pussies with your big, hot, dirty cock?" 

Harry laughed at that. He couldn't help himself. His ass-slapping rhythm got 
broken. He rolled with his quickly gasped chuckles. Yet he still spanked her 
all the while. There was nothing that could cool off his hot and horny 
hands. 

"That's different, you stupid bitch!!" He cracked her hard on the buttocks. 
"I'm a man and you're a woman. You're my slave, don't you know that? You're 
my fucking slave!!" 

Blondie flushed redder than ever in the face. She never thought to hear such 
an admission from her loverboy. She knew that that was how he thought of 
her. But he'd never before spoken it outright. Now he extended himself 
farther than ever before. 

The blonde bombshell writhed in her new-found ecstasy. First her father and 
now her very own loverboy. They were treating her like a piece of meat. She 
knew men's mastery like she'd never imagined before. What had she done to 
deserve such special treatment from the men in her life? She giggled, her 
laughter gulping down her groans of delicious pain. 

"What are you laughing at, bitch?" Harry shouted. "Are you laughing at me? 
You think that I'm your fool, don't you? You think that you can play around 
with my prick whenever your filthy cunt wants action! I know what you've 
been up to, Blondie!!!" 

Blondie thrilled with new pleasures. She wanted her boyfriend to think that. 
She knew that that made him madder than mad. That was the best way for him 
to be. It was the only way for her to really get him to master her. 

Otherwise, the hard-fucking Harry would have been quite content to mutter 
slurs against her under his breath and ball her cunt away with his big cock, 
while somewhere in between he read his dirty magazines and guzzled down his 
booze. 

Then he surprised Blondie. The next time he struck her asscheeks, it was 
with both his hands. He slapped the lady's asscheeks vigorously with his 
open, wicked palms. 

The boyfriend supported himself on his knees. He would have fallen over, but 
for his erect cock, whose throbbing, steel-hard length pressed up against 
her asscheeks, keeping him up!! 

"OOOHHH!! That hurts! You Dirty Harry, that hurts!!!" Blondie shrieked out. 
She wasn't kidding. She really meant it. And she loved every second of it!! 

"Of course it hurts!! You're a bad bitch, and that's what you get for being 
so fucking, stinking bad!!!!" he angrily exclaimed. He slapped his two palms 
down harder against the girl's asscheeks. His huge cock throbbed up 
violently against her buns. It beat even harder against those red-tanned 
cheeks. 

Poor Blondie was in for yet another cruel surprise, this time one bigger 
than all the shocks that had yet come her way. She looked back, over her 
shoulder. 

She raised her ass on high and shoved her asscheeks back and up naughtily at 
her tormentor, as if asking for more, as if daring his flaming, awful wrath. 

Blondie looked back over her shoulder, to see what effect her motions might 
have on her mad as hell loverboy. 

Harry stuck his right index finger into his mouth and sucked on it. Then, as 
if he were thrusting a dagger, he rammed that digit right up Blondie's ass. 

She screamed. She saw stars. It was weird and wild. She had never known her 
lover's finger up her ass. This was something new and ultimately delicious. 

Blondie cried out, the tears streaming in hot cascades down her cheeks. "Oh, 
you fucking bastard, Harry!! Oh, my God, that hurts! Harry!!! Harry!!!" 

Harry's finger shuttled fast in and out of her asshole. The digit worked 
vigorously into her buns. It made her whimper louder than ever. 

The heavily sweating blonde gasped out in pain and pleasure. That was it!!! 
She was truly learning what it meant to feel the pleasure of pain. 

Blondie bucked back and forth with a passion. She literally fucked her 
loverboy's finger back with her asshole. She wet her lips. The sensation was 
so wonderful. Now she couldn't help herself. She couldn't hide her wild, 
delicious pleasure. She kicked up her legs and dropped her bosom to the bed. 
Her hands flailed outwards, as though she were swimming with a vigorous 
stroke. 

"Yea!!" she moaned. "Oh, yea, you dirty Harry!! I like it! I like it! It 
feels so fucking good, so nice, so nice!!" 

Harry grinned obscenely. "I don't believe it, you fucking whore!! You like 
it!! You're really grooving on my finger-fuck, aren't you, Blondie?!" 

Blondie knew that he knew now. She gave herself away. Oh, well, she thought. 
If I've gone this far, why not go all the fucking, sleazy way?! 

"I love it, Harry!! Fuck me harder with your finger!! I know that I'm not 
supposed to be enjoying it, that this is supposed to be my punishment, but I 
can't help myself. I love your finger up my ass, sweetheart!! I love your 
finger, honey!" 

Harry laughed out mockingly, "Why should I cater to your frigging 
perversions, baby? Why should I give a shit over you, you filthy cheat!!" 

He yanked his finger out of her asshole suddenly. Blondie's pelvis twitched. 
She wiggled her buttocks wildly in the air. 

Harry stared down at those buttocks and licked his lips. He opened his eyes 
wider. A new light leaped up in his two orbs. He reached down and stroked 
his bulging, throbbing cock. He leaned over closer to those lust-crazed 
cheeks. He knew what he had to do. 

"Well, if you liked that, then you should absolutely love this!!" he 
chuckled harshly, powerfully. 

The big boy guided his cock with his hand. He drove it towards those 
quivering buns. He aimed right for the very center of that full moon!! 

"Oh, God!!" Blondie groaned. It was about all that she could say. She felt 
her whole rear end being slowly but surely filled with her boyfriend's 
quivering hunk of wild manhood. 

Harry moaned aloud as he entered his honey, inch by inch. It felt so good. 
The teenager's athletic sphincter muscles clasped his cock vigorously, 
actually drawing the huge, hot hunk of meat into her. 

"Oh, you bitch!!" he screamed out. His head tossed from side to side in a 
terrible storm. "Oh, you crazy bitch!" 

Blondie just kept murmuring to herself, "I love your cock!! I love your 
prick!! You're hurting me! Hurt me some more!!" 

She clamped the outer edge of the bed sheet between her teeth and pulled up 
on it. She felt like a mare being ridden by a wild Indian, or a woolly 
cowboy. 

The boy's balls slammed into her asscheeks. That was when the action really 
started. Harry withdrew his cock three inches, then slapped his waving 
testicles once again into the red and randy woman's full moon. 

In and out, in and out, the hot dick moved. Harry was pretty good at swiftly 
establishing a new rhythm with his dick, just as he'd played a kind of 
erotic music with his stabbing finger. 

Harry moved his prick around inside of his girlfriend's anus with the power 
of a drumstick beating its drum. The ass-slapping action of those comesacks 
against the asscheeks was incredible. It made both the guy's and the gal's 
flesh raw. 

"Oh, Harry, I love you!! I love you!! Punish me up the ass!! You're so 
good!! I'll be your faithful woman always! From now on!!" Those words really 
angered Harry. Blondie's promise of faithfulness increased his awareness 
that she'd cheated on him, that she'd used him as a playtoy. 

"Oh, you frigging slut!! You speak of faithfulness!! You fucked another 
man!! You fucked him and left his stinking rubbers here for me to find!! You 
wanted to hurt me, Blondie, didn't you?" 

Blondie thought about that as he fucked her wildly up the ass. She had to 
agree with him. He was right. She did want to hurt him. The discipline that 
she was receiving from him was only half of the pleasure, the other half was 
deserving that discipline, by making her loverboy feel romantic pain. 

Harry knew that Blondie was especially sensitive in her breasts. That was 
why he now reached out and crushed them in his wicked fingers. He wanted to 
hurt her as much as she'd hurt him. He wanted to prove his machoism. He 
wanted to make her remember that he was a real man, the kind of character 
who a girl didn't dare play games with. 

Harry's red and randy fingers pinched and squeezed Blondie's red-hot, 
trembling, sweaty boobs. There was so much of them to squeeze. They were so 
big!! The mean boyfriend twisted the flesh in his wet, hot palms. Blondie's 
boobies twisted like elastic. The flesh was so alive, so easy to form. 

"OH, OHHH!!! That really hurts!" Blondie cried. The sweat now rolled down 
into her eyes. Her hair was plastered down. She looked like a drowned 
animal. 

Harry guessed rightly that she liked it. But he didn't mind that. He'd 
beaten his gal's ass enough. Now all he cared for was getting his own hot 
rocks off in her beautiful, tight hole!! 

"Fuck you, baby! Fuck you!!!!" Harry screamed in his erotic excitement. That 
was about the closest thing to an endearment that Harry ever achieved. 

"Take my cock up your ass!! Take it!! Take it!!" He rammed it in and out, in 
and out, of her hotly abused asshole. 

Blondie grew dizzy from the intense assfucking. Harry reached out his hand 
and pressed his sweat-dripping finger to her lips. She opened her mouth 
wide. She licked his salty-tasting finger with her tongue. She groaned. She 
took the finger into her mouth and sucked on it. Her lips squeezed it 
tightly. She then moved her face away. She grasped his hand and blew on it. 

Harry shivered. The girl's breath felt so cool, so erotically teasing. 

"Oh, you bitch!!" he screamed. "You fucking bitch!! I love your ass! I love 
you! 

Blondie reached back. She clasped her loverboy's. balls. She squeezed them 
passionately. His big cock quivered. 

That was what Harry needed. He now revolved his prick around and around in 
the girl's asshole. He panted out. This was too much. He could hardly stand 
it. 

Blondie's asshole grabbed and squeezed and teased his prick wildly. The cock 
felt as aroused as any man's prick could. 

The penis twitched. Its mean length stiffened. The fluids rushed into it. 

"I'm going to come!!" Harry screamed. "I'm coming!!" 

Now it was Blondie's turn to do the surprising. She suddenly shifted her 
body. She spun herself free from the crazily twitching prick. 

"Up my mouth, honey!!!" she screamed. She tossed her body around, wiping her 
hair from off her face. 

The hot jism reached the cockhead. The prick throbbed for one last time as 
the pressure built up to a climactic explosion. 

Just at the instant that the cockhead erupted its dynamite load of hot 
spunk, Blondie popped the prick's hot tip between her moist red lips and 
sucked passionately. 

The hot come inundated her mouth. She swashed it around on her tongue. She 
didn't want to swallow it yet, but wanted to taste her lover's wicked, hot 
juices. She wanted to make the experience last, and last, and last!!! ... 

The hot prick didn't disappoint her. It was everything that a hot cock 
should be and more. It just kept spurting and spouting its hot liquids into 
her mouth. 

Blondie yearned to see the come that she swallowed. She slipped the penis 
out of her mouth. She held it with her randy hand. The fiery semen spurted 
onto her face. It spouted into her eyes! 

She burst into wildly erotic laughter. Her mouth opened wide. What spunk 
that she didn't gulp down spilled down her cheeks and onto her sweaty tits 
and bosom. "Oh, my God!!! Shit!" Harry called out. "How fucking 
beautiful!!!!" 

He was right, Blondie thought. It was sheer, perfect erotic beauty. 

Harry feasted on the sight of the come dribbling down her voluptuous 
breasts, with their dark red nipples. He grasped each globe in his hands and 
smeared his own come over the girl's pink flesh. 

"Do it!!" Harry's prick still dripped its thick and oozing come. Blondie 
milked the cock vigorously. She pressed her fingernail carefully but deeply 
into the comehole. The hot cock twitched. 

Harry thought, this girl might have been a dirty, cheating cunt, but she 
sure knew how to make a man feel good!! Harry then stretched out his hands 
and grasped the girl's asscheeks, the buttocks which he had so cruelly 
slapped and slammed and spanked. Now he massaged them erotically. It made 
him feel good. 

Blondie liked it too. That had her groaning in terrific spasms of crazy 
delight. She quaked all over. 

The sweat dripped from every pore on her overly excited flesh. It stained 
the bed sheets, which now looked as though they'd come from the bottom of 
the sea. The girl's heart beat wildly. She panted fiercely. The fucking had 
really knocked her out. At long last, she fell back, letting her hands slide 
along the length of her loverboy's slam-banged penis, lingering on the hot 
cockhead for an instant, pressing down onto it naughtily, teasingly, then 
slipping right off. 

Blondie lay there motionless on the bed sheets. She'd come a dozen and one 
times during the ass-fucking and cock-sucking. Her pussy burned from its 
ecstasy. She closed her eyes. There was a sweet smile of total contentment 
mirrored upon her face ... 

Harry was tired too, but he needed to know some more information before he 
could rest in peace. 

Harry shook his girl by the shoulders. She just moaned up at him, too spent 
from her ordeal to care anymore, to take the trouble to answer him. 

"Blondie!! Blondie!!" he persisted. "Tell me, how many other guys have you 
laid in this bed?" 

"You're the only one." 

"What do you mean?" Harry blurted out. "Were those scum bags your father's?" 

Blondie, however wearied she was, had to laugh uproariously at that. She 
burst into a grin. "No, silly!! Pick one up and you'll see!! That's not real 
come in them. That's just steamed milk!! I skimmed off the curdles and 
spilled them into the Trojans. I wanted to see what you would do!!" 

It was far-fetched, but Harry believed her. He looked down at her. He burst 
into laughter. He was confused. He felt relief, but he also experienced 
outrage. He didn't much care for being tested by a whorish-minded woman!!! 

"You shitty slut!!" he shouted. He raised his hand to strike her. She only 
opened her eyes wider, more mockingly. She laughed all the harder and 
louder. 

Harry clenched his fist, then pumped his fingers in and out. He felt 
tricked, frustrated. He'd already beaten her. That wasn't the way. She'd 
grooved on that. That wasn't punishment. That was her strange pleasure. 

"You're a pervert!!" Harry screamed at her, half laughing to save his own 
face. 

Blondie nodded her head, and whispered, "So what?" Harry insisted, "Why 
didn't you just ask me to spank you?" 

"You already know why," Blondie replied. "You think it's perverse, don't 
you? You think I'm sick. It's all right, I know what you feel. But it's what 
I need. My Dad belted me just the other day and it was creamy-dreamy 
ecstasy. I learned to love it, to love it a whole lot!! Haven't you ever 
been strapped by your Mom, honey, and felt your prick tingle with 
excitement?!!" Harry had a hard time dealing with this controversial 
subject. Fucking was one thing, but to actually spank a gal on the ass 
because she liked it, that was too way-out for his macho mind to handle. 

"You're crazy!" Harry muttered. 

Blondie leaped up. "Am I any crazier than you when you come to me and beg me 
to take your cock between my sweet lips and give you a fast blowjob?" 

"That's different." Harry argued. "It feels good to have you sucking on my 
cock. I like the feeling and I get off on seeing your cherry lips working 
over my rod." 

"Well, when I get my sweet ass spanked real hard cause I've been bad I feel 
good too! That's what turns me on, you asshole pig!" 

Blondie raged. She felt the first real spasms, the first tremors of outrage. 
Her consciousness was awakened. "But I find ass-slapping and the whole trip 
just as exciting. It is to me, leastways. You seemed to enjoy it too!!" 

Harry would never admit that. He never could cross that line. Life in 
Wallington had made him ultimately conservative under his brawling, 
pussy-popping outer veneer. 

"You'll suck cock whenever I make you!!" Harry stammered. "But don't expect 
me to cater to your perversions. I'm not your boy!!!" He waved his hand at 
her in disgust. 

Blondie knew that very instant that she'd have to find her satisfaction 
elsewhere. She'd have to try to put herself in a place where men and women 
indulged in these sweet, dark arts openly, and weren't afraid to say that 
they liked it!! 

What she needed were lovers with more understanding, more compassion for her 
particular needs. She hungered for a man to master her. Next time she wanted 
more. Next time she demanded more. Harry was not her man. He'd said so 
himself. 

"Go away, Harry!!!" Blondie cried out in her private tantrum. She clenched 
her fists and banged them up against his hairy, heaving chests. "I never 
want to see you again!!" 

Harry barked out, "You crazy bitch!! Fuck it!! If that's the way you want 
it, I sure as hell don't need you!!" He slapped her viciously across the 
face. He then put on his shirt and pants and rushed off, not casting another 
glance at the cowering, naked woman sprawled out on the bed. He slammed the 
outer door behind him so hard that the window cracked. 

Blondie buried her face into the pillows and wept. She cried hard and long. 
She yearned for her hot, wet dream to come true ... 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Mr. William Jack eased back casually in his chair. He breathed in deeply, 
puffing out his cheeks. He then focused his eyes at the two persons who sat 
opposite him, in his office. 

"Mr. and Mrs. Lovecraft, I'm very sorry that I've had to call you here. But 
there is no avoiding it. Your daughter Jessica is a problem child!" 

Howard Puritan Lovecraft trembled in his chair. He just wanted to curl up 
into a ball and bury his head in the darkness. His daughter had shamed him 
and his wife. Now the world knew what kind of daughter they had raised. He 
took it personally. Lovecraft fidgeted with his fingers. He pinched his 
palm. His left foot shuffled up and down his right ankle. 

Sonia Scarlet Lovecraft took the matter with a stiff upper lip. She didn't 
feel the same way as her husband. She didn't really consider her daughter's 
behavior as a reflection on herself. She never thought much of her daughter. 

Mr. Lovecraft spoke up. He stared the truant officer in the eye. He didn't 
want to, but it was his responsibility, he felt, to stare the trouble right 
in the eye. "Mr. Jack," he said in a wheezing, nervousness-tinged voice, "I 
am ashamed of our daughter Blondie. She has let us down. We've tried 
everything in our power to get her back on the straight and narrow path, but 
we've failed." 

His voice trailed off. He looked at his wife, reached out and clasped her 
hand. She clasped his hand back. Then Mrs. Lovecraft turned and looked at 
the truant officer. 

"Mr. Jack," she said with a firm, strong voice. "There's no point in 
bantering around the bush. Jessica is a bad seed. I see a lot of girls in my 
profession. I work in a T V studio." 

At this Mr. Jack's eyes perked up. 

"But few are as naughty as our daughter. I don't like admitting this any 
more than my husband does, but trying to run away from the problem is not 
going to make it run away. That's a lesson I've learned well over the 
years." 

Mr. Jack shook his head in assent. "You're absolutely right, Mrs. Lovecraft. 
I truly admire your honesty and openness. No-one's problems ever went away 
by just wishing. Hope is all well and good, but I personally feel that it's 
got to be backed up by action if it's going to amount to anything." 

The truant officer lowered his eyes. He stared at the American Flag on his 
big, oak-topped desk. He reached out and picked it up. He toyed with it. 
Then he resumed his speech, "Mr. and Mrs. Lovecraft. There is a way that we 
can help your daughter, or I should say, that you can help your daughter. 

There's an independent institution, funded by the parents which it helps. 
It's known as the Bennington Futuristic Society. What it strives for is to 
give bad girls a chance for the future. 

The home is located in the green and wild countryside right outside of 
Bennington, Vermont. Have either of you ever been to New England?" he 
suddenly asked, soliciting a response. 

Howard P. Lovecraft spoke, "My wife and I come from Providence, Rhode 
Island. Yes, Mr. Jack. We know New England well enough. I've even written 
stories set in the New England milieu. I might have turned into a 
professional writer, but the publishers thought that my stuff was too 
strange." 

Mr. Jack cleared his throat and said, "Yes, Mr. Lovecraft, that is all very 
well and good, but getting back to your daughter ... 

I just wanted you to know that the place that I'm suggesting that you send 
her to is in a very spiritually conducive atmosphere. The country is clean 
and fresh. Your daughter can breathe in the clear airs and contemplate on 
her plight, maybe even decide to change her course. 

"I'm a country man, myself, Mr. and Mrs. Lovecraft, and I don't mind saying 
so. The U. S. of A. has a lot to offer, and Bennington, Vermont and the 
mountains and hills around it have more beauty than most places. 

"The reformatory has a lot more than scenery to offer, though." 

Mrs. Lovecraft cut in. She raised her hand, pointing at Mr. Jack. 

The truant officer asked her, "Yes, Mrs. Lovecraft, what is it?" 

Howard Puritan Lovecraft looked at his wife. He frowned. He thought that her 
interruption of the truant officer was decidedly impolite. He felt that way 
about a large portion of his wife's behavior. Sonia Scarlet was too fast for 
him. She picked up too many nasty, aggressive habits at that television 
station where she worked. Lovecraft wasn't pleased at all. He gave his wife 
a dirty frown and grabbed her thigh. She shifted her legs in annoyance. Mr. 
Jack leaned over his desk and stared down. He saw everything. He smiled, 
abashed at their behavior. He thought to himself, No wonder they have such a 
naughty girl! 

Mr. Jack wasn't married, save to his job. His mother and father had 
instilled a shyness of sex in him. They'd made him feel that it was dirty. 
He'd never had a woman. Right now, looking at Mrs. Lovecraft's legs, he saw 
more than he'd seen in a long, long time. 

Sonia Lovecraft saw the truant officer's attention and smiled back at him. 
She liked men who paid her attention. She loved to flirt with and cocktease 
all the guys at her network. She especially liked younger men. She was 
forty-one years of age and going through a personal crisis called 
middle-age. Mr. Jack was only a year younger than she was, but that counted 
in her book. 

Sonia put her hand over her husband's and rubbed it upon her thigh, a few 
inches up higher, nearer to her loins. She wanted to make Mr. Jack blush. 
She loved to embarrass the men. 

Lovecraft realized that they were being watched. He felt the tension in the 
air. He yanked his hand away. He held back from kicking his wife in the leg, 
he was so angry.- 

"Honey, you were going to say something to Mr. Jack?" he finally blurted out 
in a very awkward fashion. 

Sonia Scarlet Lovecraft didn't lose her cool. She just smiled at her husband 
and said, "Thank you. darling." Sonia never missed a beat. She was ever 
quick. 

The woman trained her attention on the truant officer. "Mr. Jack," she spoke 
up in a sweet but incisive voice, "you said "reformatory." Is that what it 
really is, this home that you would have us send our daughter to?" 

Mr. Jack cleared his throat. He didn't like being cornered, being pinned 
down to his words. He kind of thought that it infringed upon his freedom, 
invaded his American liberty that he was so strong about. 

"Yes, that is exactly what it is, Mrs. Lovecraft. But don't take adversely 
to the word. What reformatory means precisely in the sense that I use it is 
a women's house of correction. 

"This Bennington home has an outstanding reputation. Fully ninety per cent 
of the women who come out of the Bennington home have no more difficulties 
when they enter school again. They are better for the experience. They learn 
to take discipline and respect authority. 

"Discipline, I may add, is far more than just shouting and cracking a belt. 
The Bennington Society has perfected it into a science. 

"Take my word for it, folks, the Bennington home is for your girl." 

Howard Lovecraft pondered over what the man had said. He scrutinized Mr. 
Jack's proud, authoritative face, then hit him with another question. "What 
about the other ten per cent? What happens to that one girl out of ten who 
isn't cured?" 

Mr. Lovecraft shook his head and looked to Mr. Jack for an answer to his 
query. 

Mr. Jack took even more adversely to Howard Lovecraft's comment than to Mrs. 
Lovecraft's. He let out a long, drawn-out sigh. Yet he made sure not to be 
impolite. Mr. Jack was the eternal gentleman. Diplomacy was his biggest 
point. "Not every method, Not every reform institution is perfect, Mr. 
Lovecraft. We don't have any ideal plan in our society for the salvation of 
the delinquent youth. Some systems are just better than others. I'm 
recommending the best of them to you, based on my ten years experience in 
the field. I've researched the matter thoroughly, and Bennington has what 
you want. 

"But to answer your question, Mr. Lovecraft, the worse girls will always be 
bad. What happens to them is as varied a fate as can be imagined. It would 
take a whole encyclopedia to detail each and every case history. 

"Ninety-nine per cent of those very bad girls are assimilated into society 
in one way or another. Most of them even grow up to lead productive, 
positive lives. It's only that one girl out of a thousand that we have cause 
to fear for. She's the one who doesn't get her high school diploma, who gets 
high on drugs, who turns to a life of crime and debauchery!!" 

Mr. Jack trembled at his own words. He shocked himself terribly. The truth 
was that he painted the picture of the ideal woman to suit his own lusts. 
But he was too much the Puritan, too much the coward, to seek her out and 
fuck her with his prick. 

Everybody in Wallington, New Jersey, seemed to be a God-damned Puritan!! The 
place was as infested with them as New England itself!! 

Mr. Howard Lovecraft got all shaken up too. His wife put her arm around his 
shoulder, more to tease the sex-starved Mr. Jack than to console her 
husband. 

"Let's just pray that our daughter is not that one out of a thousand. I hope 
to God, Mr. Jack, that Blondie is not a hopeless strumpet!!" 

Mr. Jack smiled. He resumed his air of pompous confidence. He ignored Mrs. 
Lovecraft completely, by staring down at the American flag that he twirled 
around and around between his fingers. 

"I know your daughter, Blondie!!" Mr. Jack said. "Believe me, Mr. and Mrs. 
Lovecraft, she's not the worst of them. She's not the worst by far. 

"I've seen girls a hundred times nastier and more troublesome than Jessica 
Blondie Lovecraft. And each and every one of them got steered onto the 
right-hand path. Do you know why, folks?" 

Mr. and Mrs. Lovecraft shook their heads and frowned. They hadn't the 
slightest idea why on earth those hot young bitches made it. 

"I'll tell you why!" Mr. Jack exclaimed. He slammed his fist onto the desk, 
cracking the miniature flag pole in half. He crumbled the flag up in his 
fist to hide his awkwardness, then suddenly rose to his feet. 

Then he preached down to the couple. "Because I caught those girls in time 
and didn't let them go! No, had they been free to stroll their merry way 
they'd be ruined by now! 

"But I took the care, the time, even the personal pain, of dealing with 
their problems. Many of them were sent away to the Bennington reformatory. 
Every one of my girls came back and earned herself a silver or golden record 
at Wallington High. 

"Yes, Mr. and Mrs. Lovecraft, those troublesome ladies are now happily 
married mothers. They go to church! Some have jobs, and they pay their taxes 
regularly. They are good, substantial citizens. I'm proud of them, and so 
are their families. We nipped the naughtiness in the bud and made the 
innocence flower. 

"What more can a parent demand of his daughter, I ask you pleasant people? 

"Let her just have the chance to grow up decently, I say!" Howard Lovecraft 
and his wife Sonia Scarlet smiled at one another. They liked what they 
heard. They were convinced. 

Howard rose to his feet. His wife followed. They took Mr. Jack by the hands 
and shook him with a passion. 

"Thank you, Mr. Jack. Thank you so much," Howard Lovecraft exclaimed. "I 
think that you're the finest man alive!!" 

The truant officer blushed at the compliment. He agreed whole-heartedly. 
That was the solitary reason that validated his existence. 

Mrs. Lovecraft leaned over and kissed the truant officer on first the left 
cheek and then the right. When she dropped her arm, she made sure to make it 
graze along his crotch. She was always the cockteaser, however prim and 
proper she presented her image as being. 

"When can we send our daughter off to be cured of her mischief?" Howard 
asked the truant officer. The thought of his irate boss suddenly flashed 
across his mind. He'd get flack for the next half month from taking this 
Friday off for this discussion. Grimmstone gave his permission, but that 
didn't mean that he wasn't going to kick his employee's ass for it. 

Mr. Jack patted his chest and said, with proud contentment, "Immediately. 
Just sign the papers and I'll take care of the rest, my good people." 

"How much will it cost us?" Mrs. Lovecraft asked. She was the practical one 
of the family, the one who knew what questions to ask. 

"Three thousand dollars for six months," Mr. Jack replied. 

The Lovecraft's frowned. 

"I know that it's a lot," the truant officer admitted. "But believe me, 
it'll be worth it to both you and to your daughter. She'll get the 
discipline that she's just craving for, and you'll get some peace of mind. 

"I know that you're serious, busy people. I know that you can't afford to be 
troubled by all these turmoil's at school. 

"Yes, in the long run you'll probably end up increasing your earning power 
and getting your daughter a life-long ticket for success." 

"That's a heavy statement!!" Mrs. Lovecraft exclaimed. "But I guess that 
you're right, sir!" 

Howard Lovecraft asked, "But what about this semester and the next one's 
beginning? Won't our daughter be missing out on her education?" 

"No way!" Mr. Jack responded convincingly. "The learning program at 
Bennington is Federally-approved, and commended by the Vermont Board of 
Education." 

The parents' minds were made up as one. Mr. and Mrs. Lovecraft stared into 
each other's faces and then focused their attention on Mr. Jack. 

"Where's the pen and paper?" Howard Lovecraft asked. "My wife and I are 
decided. Give our daughter another chance." 

* * * 

The car drove off from Wallington High. "Let's take a ride to Lambert 
Castle, up there in the Paterson Mountains," Mrs. Lovecraft said. "It's only 
three o'clock, and I feel like loosening up! That confrontation took a lot 
out of me." 

"And a lot off your shoulders, didn't it, honey?" Mr. Lovecraft asked his 
wife incisively. "I know that you don't care that much for our daughter. You 
didn't even ask the fellow what the living conditions were like up there, 
what kind of people ran the institution. I had to ask him that. You were 
just willing to pack her bags and send her off." 

Ordinarily, Mrs. Lovecraft would have taken insult at being assaulted with 
such obvious, harsh truths. But today she responded differently. She was so 
elated at the promise of being freed of her daughter for fully half a year 
that she just smiled and shook her head. 

The truth was, Mrs. Sonia Scarlet Lovecraft was so elated that her pussy 
quivered passionately. She and her husband were so busy hiding their 
emotions around the house, with the presence of their daughter there at all 
times, that they had the most tepid, restrained sex life that could be 
imagined. 

Mrs. Sonia Lovecraft looked at her husband's crotch as he turned the car 
onto Main Avenue, the route that would take them up to the century-old 
castle. 

She hadn't felt such an urge to grab his prick in years. She felt so much 
younger now, all of a sudden. The memory of Mr. Jack's embarrassment teased 
her even to new heights of eroticism. She wanted to pleasure Howard! 

Sonia Scarlet reached down and grasped her husband's crotch. 

"Hey, what are you doing, honey?" Howard Lovecraft protested. "I told you, 
no fooling around when driving! Do you want us to get into an accident?" 

"I sure do!!" his wife exclaimed. That really surprised him. She said it 
with such conviction, such sexual passion. 

Sonia unzipped her man's trousers. She frowned with disappointment. Her 
husband's cock was littler than she'd ever seen it. The thing was no bigger 
than a child's pea-shooter. 

"Don't worry!" she murmured under her breath. "I'll get you up!!" 

Sonia pressed the two longest fingers of her right hand right below the 
prick's head. She fondled the ultra-sensitive flesh down there. She did it 
with great skill. She'd done this before. She may not have had the wildest 
sex life, but she surely knew how to get a man's cock up!! 

It seemed like all the restraints that had held in her sexuality, that had 
made prisoner the woman inside, were being blasted apart. She felt so free. 
She yanked and she yanked at that cock. 

"Get bigger!!" she urged with a whisper, meant more for herself than for her 
husband. "God-damn it!! Get up, you prick!!" 

The wife was a lucky woman. The cock slowly trembled in her hands. She knew 
that it was now being gorged with blood and sexual juices. She knew that 
Howard was getting excited despite himself. She liked that best of all. She 
loved taking cock when it was denied her. 

"Honey!" H. P. Lovecraft groaned. "Stop it now!! I said stop it!!" 

But the husband and father really meant keep it up, darling!! It was his 
archaic Puritanism that held him back, that confined his manly passions. 

Yet he was fortunate. That paper he'd signed for Mr. Jack was a solid 
guarantee for a liberating experience. He hadn't known it back then, but the 
fruits of it were materializing now. 

The riddance of the psychic vampire from their house, their troublesome 
daughter, made his relationship with Sonia Scarlet click together like it 
had never clicked before. The seventeen years of sexual repression that 
they'd endured suddenly burst like a damn. 

Sonia tugged vigorously upon her husband's cock. She was determined to make 
it harder than iron, if she could get her way. She wanted something for both 
of them to remember for a long time. They were still young. Maybe now they 
could start making love right. 

Howard groaned. He eased himself into his driver's seat. He fought against 
the urge to press his foot down on the accelerator. His cock was growing 
big. It was getting that way fast. 

He smirked to himself. He wondered how a cock as cuddly and nice as his, a 
cock that carried the seed of an ancient, proud American New England family 
could have given birth to a little devil like their daughter, Jessica 
Blondie. 

Sonia slid her hand down. She cupped his hot and sweaty balls. She groaned 
at the feel of them. They felt so nice and good. Her husband may not have 
had the most virile-looking body, but he certainly had a nice set of cock 
and balls. She loved the way that his prick and testicles felt inside of her 
cunt and in her hands. 

She felt very dirty about holding her man's cock. She felt dirty about any 
kind of sex that wasn't heterosexual, with the man and the woman in the 
missionary position. Even doggie-style was a bit racy for her. 

But now, well she would even get down on her hands and knees and present her 
rear to be mounted in that wild and wonderful way. 

"Oh, Howard, you have the sweetest prick!" she moaned. She flushed at her 
openness. It was OK to brush herself against strange men's cocks and play 
the cockteaser, as long as it looked like an accident. But it was another 
matter entirely to speak out her passions and her innermost sexual feelings. 
That was outrageously taboo to her way of thinking. 

Yet now she threw all that to the waves and the wind. Now her single drive 
was to pleasure her mate, and through pleasuring him, pleasuring herself. 
Her pussy quivered with delicious tingles. Her clit throbbed with a 
forbidden passion. She felt her nipples rising hard and firm. She was 
sensitive there, just like their daughter Blondie. That was about the one 
thing that she held in common with her daughter. They both had bosoms with a 
lot of sexy life in them. The woman's face flushed scarlet as her name with 
the desire that coursed feverishly through her bloodstream!!! 

The cock was now as big and hard and hot as it would ever be. Sonia stopped 
fooling around with it. She really meant hard business now!! 

She yanked upon the hotly throbbing shaft. She moved her long, graceful 
fingers up and down the ramrod, caressing the protruding purple veins of the 
cock in a very teasing, erotic way. 

"Oh, honey!!" Howard at last moaned, clasping the steering wheel hard. "You 
are such a beautiful woman. I love you with all my heart. I cherish you. I 
adore you infinitely." 

Sonia Scarlet wished that her husband would shut up. She'd always hated his 
maudlin sentimentality, and didn't care much for it now. He didn't know how 
to take a good hand-job, even when his woman made it as easy as this for him 
to receive. 

"Howard!!" Sonia chastised. "I want to hear you groan and say, "Fuck me, 
woman!! Ball my prick!!" 

Howard Puritan Lovecraft's face flushed a bright crimson. He quivered in his 
seat. He almost slammed his foot down on the brake. 

Sonia knew her man. She knew how to make Mr. Howard Puritan do what she 
wanted. 

The wife withdrew her hand. The prick bounced up and down like a stick 
shift. Lovecraft groaned. He murmured, "Honey, please!! Please don't stop!!" 

"Say it, Howard!!" Sonia Scarlet persisted. "Tell me that you want me to 
fuck you and ball you. If you don't say it you'll get no more, and that will 
be for a long time!!!" 

Lovecraft gave in. He flinched, and then he stammered out the words, "Ball 
me, love! Screw my cock!! Fuck my dick, darling!! Jerk me off, woman!!!" 

"My love!!" Sonia gasped out, disbelievingly. "So you really are a man!!" 
She attacked his cock with a passion. She made that penis go up and down, up 
and down. She yanked it around and around. She milked his balls. She even 
leaned over and blew on it. 

The hot prick stiffened. Her fingers worked vigorously at the base of the 
cock, squeezing it excitingly. 

The cock spurted its load. The jism spilled all over Howard's grey-black 
slacks. Sonia licked her lips approvingly. She wiped the come off her 
fingers and onto her embroidered silken white handkerchief, then folded it 
up neatly and put it away into her charming purse ... 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

The van rolled down the green, verdant Vermont countryside. The hills looked 
like a dreamscape of Salvadore Dah. There was something really eerie, 
strange about these surroundings. 

Blondie pressed her face to the window of the van. She stared out at the 
dark forests. Her fertile, young imagination dreamed up a whole host of 
fantasies about the mythical, mystical occupants of those shadowy woods. 

Blondie focused her attention at her private "Chaperone", the driver-escort 
provided by the Bennington Institution to pick her up at her Wallington 
residence's doorstep and deliver her to her New England reformatory. 

The guy was ruggedly handsome, but he turned her off. He reminded her too 
much of that son of a bitch loverboy of hers, Harry Doohan, who had deserted 
her. This fellow looked a little more clean-cut and cultured, but she could 
tell that he was cut from basically the same cloth, and that was worm-eaten! 

His name was Johnny Nodes and he was thirty years old. That was almost all 
that she knew about him. They drove off to Bennington, Vermont, in 
near-silence. Blondie was not much in the mood for talking. She really 
preferred to lose herself in the wilderness landscape through which the van 
passed. And, of course, to bury herself in her own meditations. 

Johnny had told her though, that he liked horses. She'd snickered at that, 
and had almost made an obscene comment. But she was smart enough to keep 
herself to herself. She knew that it wasn't exactly good practice to make 
enemies at the start. 

It seemed that everybody outside of Bennington liked to ride horses. It was 
a respected tradition dating back to Colonial times. The country around 
here, farms deteriorating into the wilderness from which they were taken 
long ago, lent itself well to the equestrian sports. Riding over the rolling 
Vermont hills on saddle was a highly exhilarating experience. Johnny even 
hinted that he wouldn't mind showing Blondie what it was all about. She said 
maybe. She guessed what he was after. 

The van swiftly raced across the streets of Bennington and headed like an 
arrow for the reformatory. It was just another quarter hour before the van 
pulled up into the long, winding driveway of the institution. 

Blondie's attention was immediately caught. Two figures raced in front of 
the van on horseback. 

"Those are the people that you'll be responsible to for the next six 
months," her escort told her. "The man on the white horse is Mr. Jason 
English. He's the Head-Master of this school. What he really is, is a fifty 
year old frustrated astronomer. The woman dressed in black on the red horse 
is Mrs. Sybil English. She's a dancer who never made it. She's also half a 
century old! What a pair they make!" Johnny Nodes snickered. He was a really 
macho, heartless dick, Blondie thought. 

She was surprised though. The riders had cut right in front of the van. The 
teenager had gotten a pretty good look at them. They didn't look that old. 
At the most she would have said that they were thirty-five. 

Before the car stopped she asked her escort, "You said they were fifty. I 
say that they look younger." 

Johnny laughed. "Ever hear the tale of Elizabeth Bathory, the Blood 
Countess?" 

Blondie searched her mind. "Yea!" she exclaimed. "She was supposed to be 
some kind of kinky Dracula lady, way back when, on the other side of the 
world!" 

"You got it, lady," Johnny said. "Well, that's what you'd better expect 
here! These folks not only whip your ass, but they drink your blood!!" He 
barked like a dog and bared his teeth, then lifted up his head and howled. 
He broke into insane laughter. 

Blondie muttered, "Too much," under her breath. "This guy's a real freako! I 
wouldn't be surprised if he really did make it with the horses!!" 

"Eh! What's that?" the escort suddenly snapped. 

Blondie stared him in the face and asked, "Do you mind if I repeat the 
things you've told me to my new instructors?" she hissed. "I'll bet they'd 
be plenty interested in hearing what you've got to say about them!!" 

Johnny Nodes just turned away his head and chuckled. "Oh, shit, gal, do you 
think they really care what the hell I say? I just drive their van and keep 
house. They don't pay me to act like a gentleman, so I don't act like one!" 

"I can see that!" Blondie remarked. 

The van came to an abrupt, grinding halt. "Out!" was all her escort said. 
Blondie saw that she hadn't actually hit off their relationship on a 
positive note. 

She jumped out of the van. A voice trailed after her, "And don't slam it!!" 
She slammed the door. Johnny Nodes frowned at her evilly. 

"Come this way!!" Johnny said. 

But Blondie ignored him for a minute. She just wanted to take in the sight 
of her new home, or her home away from home as the brochure called it. They 
made it sound like a fucking hotel for flipped-out Girl Scouts. 

The place was nothing less than impressive on a grand scale. It might have 
been described as awesome, but for its delicate refinement and antiquated 
charm. 

It was a large Colonial mansion that had endured the test of time. It was 
very similar to the finer houses in Bennington, only much bigger and far 
more stately. 

Blondie pirouetted about on the ball of her foot. She was really a 
school-girl romanticist under it all. She imagined herself in a flowing 
evening gown, ready to attend the grand .ball with her Prince Charming. 

Then she smirked. No, it was not Prince Charming that she was after. She 
wanted a strict disciplinarian, more like a stuffy principal type. 

"Come on, gal! Are you dreaming, or what?" 

Blondie snapped out of her delicious trance. She saw her escort standing not 
far away, tensed and waiting. 

"OK!" she moaned like a young whipper-snapper. "Lead the way, MacDuff!" 
They'd just been studying Shakespearean literature in her English class 
before she was wrenched out of school. She didn't mind impressing people 
with her useless knowledge. After all, it was the world at large who valued 
such useless learning. Blondie, personally, preferred a day at the beach and 
a hot cock stuffed up her quivering cunt. And, of course, promise of a night 
filled with mastery and submission! That's what made life worth-while to 
her. 

She followed her chaperone. He cast a glance over his shoulder every so 
often as though he was afraid that he might lose her along the way! 

The two of them ascended a flight of stairs that led into the white palatial 
expanse. 

Johnny Nodes flung open the outer doors and allowed her to pass. He extended 
his arm with a stagey flourish, and said in a corny way, "Behold, child, the 
Main Building!!" 

Blondie smirked. The guy was fooling around, but his choice of words fit 
this building like a glove. 

A vast crystal chandelier was supported from the frescoed ceiling by a 
shining brass chain. The floor was composed of marble tiles, painstakingly 
inlaid by master craftsmen. A grand tiered curving staircase led up to the 
higher floors. This place truly belonged in a picture-book. It belonged 
right where it was, in the enchanting, mysterious Vermont landscape. 

"Come on, girl!" the escort snapped as he closed the door with a sudden 
thud. 

"Where to now?" Blondie demanded. She was growing tired of being ushered 
around. You'd think that she committed a crime or something, the way they 
led her around by a string tied to her nose! 

"You ask a lot of questions, girl!" Johnny Nodes barked. He didn't like this 
one. She didn't look like the kind that would put out. She looked a bit too 
wise and smart for his tastes. He went for the cows. 

"That's because I want them answered!" Blondie countered. She surprised 
herself at her own forcefulness. "And I don't like being called "girl"," she 
added. 

Johnny smiled. "OK, boy!!" he laughed. He said, "Come on!" He admired her 
spunk. Maybe he didn't like her, but he at least respected her as much as a 
guy like him could. 

They walked down a long, colorful corridor on the first floor. It looked 
more like a museum than a boarding school or a reformatory. There were 
statues and vases and stained glass every length of the way. 

Blondie thought that that said something about the characters of the girls 
sent here. None of them deserved this imposed exile from the world imposed 
upon them by a slanted, unfeeling society. 

Every artwork that Blondie set her eyes on was in perfect, shining 
condition. Bad girls broke glass. Good girls didn't. Were the founders of 
this school blind to such simple logic. 

Teenage girls and instructors passed them along the way. Johnny smiled at a 
few of the girls and murmured swift hellos. He even grabbed the ass of a 
twenty-five year old instructor when he was certain that no-one was looking. 
The buxom, red-headed teacher seemed to like it. She gasped, and then gave 
Johnny a quick smile. Her eyes brightened. Blondie thought that she was 
cute. She wondered if that woman was so cock-hungry that she had to settle 
for vermin like Johnny. 

Then she groaned to herself. She'd had to settle for vermin worse than 
Johnny for the past two years. Dirty Harry Doohan was the only guy who'd 
she'd ever gotten to see. She frowned. Two wasted years were no party. 

It seemed that Blondie was the focus of attention. All the girls who passed 
her stared at her. A few of them smiled. One even said, "Hello," and waved. 
Blondie waved back. She didn't feel half as bad about being here now, 
considering that she had human beings to spend time with! 

"This is the end of the road for you, Jessica!" Johnny Nodes remarked. 

Blondie lifted up her eyebrows suspiciously. Something had to be rotten in 
the State of Denmark for Johnny Nodes to call her by her proper first name. 

"All right," she said, "where have you brought me?" 

Johnny cast the door open, revealing a spacious chamber. It looked like a 
study, or a library. There were books abundantly covering the walls. Upon a 
large desk were charts and diagrams, and piles of old, dusty folios. 

"Step inside," Johnny said, with a politeness that he was not accustomed to 
usually extend. Yet underlying his voice was the note of the sinister. There 
was something bad in this room, Blondie sensed with her female intuition. 
That natural preservation device had never led her astray. 

Blondie obeyed. There wasn't much point in putting up a fight now. There 
were no victories to be won here. This was essentially a prison, and battles 
could only be fought on battle-fields, not in cages. She pressed her lips 
tightly and strode into the chamber. She was nervous, but she swaggered and 
put on a bright show of self-confidence and spunk!!! 

"I'll be leaving you now, Blondie." Johnny Nodes raised his hand in a mock 
salute of departure. He snickered, "Don't try to run away. We have dogs, you 
know!!!" 

"Creep!" Blondie muttered to herself. 

"The Head-Master will be with you shortly," her escort added on a more 
serious note. "Make sure that you look presentable. He doesn't like his 
women looking loose!" 

Johnny slammed the door right after he winked his eye. Blondie swore to 
herself that she would have flung a heavy book right at his head had he 
stayed just a second longer. She was as infuriated as fire. 

But she decided to take that son of a bitch's advice. She examined her own 
clothing. She was attired in a fashionable blue and grey plaid suit. She was 
certain that this would win the approval of her Head-Master. Even at her 
early age Blondie realized the importance of first impressions. She weighed 
it all in her head. She decided that if she played it cool for the first 
week or two she'd earn a good reputation. Then she'd be able to get away 
with murder. That was the psychology of her plan. 

The door opened once again. She confronted the gentleman who entered. He 
closed the door behind him with aristocratic flourish, yet did it swiftly, 
as though he were in some sort of hurry. 

The two characters stared at each other. Blondie assayed the man. 

He was the Head-Master himself. She could easily tell by the English riding 
hat he wore and the riding crop that he held in his right hand. He tossed 
the crop to the desk and brushed the veil of dust off his dark, 
well-tailored suit. 

Mr. Jason English had fine features. He had a Roman profile, that is a 
hawk-face. The man was clean shaven. He wore glasses, but his eyes were 
sharper than cut diamonds. They were dark green, those burning eyes. 

The man's crop of hair was black, though streaked with fine lines of 
silvery-grey. He was handsome. There was no denying that. He appealed to 
Blondie's image of the ultimate schoolmaster, the principal to dominate all 
principals. Her pussy got wet and randy at the very sight of him. She'd be 
creaming in minutes whether or not the gentleman said or did anything. His 
presence was quite enough. 

"So you are Ms. Jessica Blondie Lovecraft, are you not?" The tall, dark man 
clapped his hands together. The reverberation echoed throughout the study. 

"I am," Blondie murmured. She was instantly turned-on by the sound of his 
voice. This guy was for her!! The more she saw of him, the better he looked 
and the better she felt! His voice was sharp and powerful. It was the voice 
of a nobleman, a man of letters, a gentleman of the scientific persuasion. 
In short, it was the fuel that fed her vaginal fires!! 

The gentleman eyed her over carefully. He put his hands behind his back and 
made a full circle around her standing, motionless form. 

Blondie dared not breathe. She didn't want to do anything to spoil this 
moment. She wanted to make it go on and on and on!! Her dreams had been 
answered. The demons of sleep had sent her to this place to find the weird 
and wild love that she so desperately yearned for, that she so thirstily 
seeked. 

The girl felt the gentleman's eyes burning down into her heart, burrowing 
right into the very core of her soul. That made her pussy drip with desire. 
That made her legs tremble, tremble so hard that she feared she would 
totter. 

She never felt so dominated by a man before. Her father had given her a 
taste of mastery with his cracking belt. That had been crude, but it worked. 
Her ex-boyfriend had given her a sampling of what a hot and horny, mean 
prick could do, coupled with slapping hands. That had even been better, but 
it was kids' stuff, fodder fit for amateurs. 

But here was the real thing!! Here was Mr. Mastery in the flesh! 

Mr. English looked down at Blondie's voluptuous boobs. Even her prim and 
proper suit top could not hide those gigantic treasures. He reached out and 
poked her left boobie in the tit. Blondie flinched. 

"What's that?" the Head-Master shouted. "I'll have no obscene garments worn 
in my school!! Take it off!! Take it off this instant, child!! Falsies are 
against the rules!!" 

Blondie opened her mouth, trying to cry out in her self-defense, to tell 
this magic man that she was good, that they weren't falsies, that those big 
knockers were for real!!! 

Blondie found herself obeying the strong, commanding voice. She couldn't 
resist this mighty, aggressive man's will. She stripped off her suit-top. 
She took off her white blouse. Now she was down to her black-laced, tit-slit 
bra! 

Mr. English stared at her disbelievingly. "My God, girl!! Have you no 
shame!!" 

Blondie stammered, "You told me to take it off, and I did!" 

"But how was I to know that they were for real. When I sized you up I was 
sure you were wearing a stuffed bosom!!" 

Blondie frowned. She might have been head over heels over the gent, but he 
spoke like a taxidermist. She'd just have to take the weirdness along with 
the treat. 

The man leaned over and sniffed. "What on earth is that odor, girl?" 

Blondie grimaced. Everybody around here was used to calling teenage women 
girls. She replied, "It's my perfume. It's called Maid of the Mist. It's got 
sandalwood in it. Do you like it?" 

The Head-Master frowned. "I like the name, and I love sandalwood, but that 
stuff smells absolutely indecent on you!" 

"Then I'll stop wearing it," Blondie acquiesced. She made certain to jiggle 
her boobs. That riveted the man's attention right where it belonged. Her 
pussy quivered faster than ever. It dripped the juices of hot passion down 
her loins. 

"No, please don't," the Head-Master responded. He had a British accent, 
Blondie realized right then, not a New England one. He sounded just like 
James Mason. She liked the similarity. 

The Master strolled around her again. This time she moved along with him. 

"NO! STAND STILL!!!" he roared. The sound of his wrathful voice sent the 
chills coursing up and down the blonde's spine. She froze. The Master moved 
to her rear. She knew what he was looking at. She could see in the mirror. 

Mr. English looked down at her asscheeks and smiled. He wet his lips. 

Then, suddenly, he darted up his face and hissed, "You were looking at me!! 
I saw you spying on me in the mirror!!" 

"Yes, I was! So what?" Blondie responded. "What's wrong with that?" 

"I'll have none of that around here, you young whipper-snapping strumpet!!!" 
he boomed. 

"Get over to that desk!" Mr. English commanded. He marched right along 
Blondie's side, clasping her by the upper arm. 

He dashed everything off the desk, charts and diagrams and folios. They 
tumbled chaotically to the floor. 

The Master applied pressure to Blondie's back. He forced her down. He hissed 
commandingly, with a tone that could not be refused, "Get down, wicked 
child!! Lean over the desk!!" 

Blondie didn't struggle. It was what she wanted anyway. She was astonished 
that things were happening so fast. She questioned the reality of the hour. 
Yes, she had her dark wet dreams, but could it be that there were real 
people out there in the world who could and did enjoy the forbidden desires 
and deeds that she yearned for? 

Mr. English grasped her about the waist and undid her skirt. He unclasped 
the belt and yanked the fabric down over her waist. It fell to her feet, in 
a tumbled mess. That seemed to turn the man on. He breathed more deeply. 
Blondie could sense his animalistic desire, his craving to tame this wild 
hussy that had been blown in by sweet fortune into his dark domain. 

There was still one veneer that parted the Master from attaining his desire. 
He snarled, "Whore Slut!!!" and yanked Blondie's sexy, erotically cut 
panties off. She was very glad that she'd worn that shimmering vermilion 
satin underwear. That could give a twenty year impotent old man a throbbing 
hard-on!!! 

Mr. English bent down and picked up his riding crop. He whizzed it back and 
forth through the air to get himself all limbered up, in the spirit for some 
heavy, creamy-dreamy cheek-whacking. He cracked the leather into the palm of 
his open left hand. It stung like fire. It turned his flesh red. That made 
him feel real mean!! 

He gasped when he concentrated on Blondie's asscheeks. They were the most 
perfect, pink full moons that he'd ever seen, they were a fitting complement 
to her voluptuous bosom. This woman was stacked in style all over. She was 
enough of a hot bitch in that masterful man's eyes to satiate a whole host 
of male fetishes. Then he thought of his wife and snickered. And female 
fetishes too. Even this girl's golden, pertly done-up hair turned him on 
immensely!!! 

Blondie whimpered, "Please don't hit me, Mr. English!! I promise to be a 
good girl!! I promise not to do anything wrong ever again!!!" 

She knew that she'd get a vigorous ass-tanning anyways, so she decided that 
she'd make this as exciting a moment for herself and her tormentor as 
possible. 

The leather riding whip cracked down. She groaned out in her delicious pain. 
Her pussy dripped more and more juices down her luscious, sexy thighs. Her 
body squirmed all over. 

Mr. English loved the way that this girl shivered and moaned. Here was the 
perfect student, a subject worthy of numerous hours of attention! 

Take that, you naughty harlot!! Take that, you bad woman!!" The leather 
flailed up and down. It lashed the girl's buttocks into an orgasmic frenzy, 
the titillating vibrations raced down into her cunt, making her pussy and 
her clit tremble faster and harder. 

Blondie's cunt lips moved around, clasping at the air. She rubbed them 
against the desk, staining the oak with her juices of hot desire. 

"Oh, no, please, Mr. English!! Please!! Don't hurt me anymore!! Your weapon 
is so hard and painful on my poor cheeks!" 

Mr. English snickered at that. If she thought that this riding crop, this 
leather toy, was his "weapon", then the girl had still a lot to learn. And 
he wouldn't mind teaching her. He got a throbbing erection inside of his 
tight black riding breeches. 

"Later," he told himself. "I'll save the good stuff for later. This is just 
the introduction. This is to show the hussy what my school and I am all 
about!! I can see that she likes it!! Otherwise, I'd have sent her to her 
classroom by now! How ironic!! The good girls have no fun!!!" 

Up and down, up and down, up and down, the riding crop whacked and cracked. 
Blondie flinched. She shoved her ass higher into the air. That increased the 
fury of the lashings. Her projecting ass made sure that that leather hit her 
fair skin faster and sooner. Mr. English was absolutely in spasms over it. 
Blondie knew that he was wild over her buns, her cute, sweet posterior, that 
enchanted, enticing rump of hers. 

Blondie screamed, "No, Mr. English!! No!!!" Then she came in hot torrents. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Jason English was really turned on by the spanking that he'd given that 
naughty blonde bombshell. He'd had many other girls. He'd spanked each and 
every one of them soundly. But Blondie was the best. 

Mr. English fantasized about Blondie's cute pink ass-moon! Oh, what an ass 
that gal had!! How he desired to spill his hot white jism on that gorgeous 
pink flesh!! He wanted to spout and spout and spout!! 

Right now he leaned back in his reclining leather-upholstered armchair. He 
was in his private astronomical laboratory in the adjacent smaller Colonial 
house that he and his wife called their home. 

The laboratory looked like a medieval alchemist's den of forbidden 
experiments. Telescopes and star charts and electronic devices and optics 
littered the area in a strange kind of order. The most prominent feature of 
the planetarium was an immense six foot revolving globe of the earth that 
was mounted on a chromium pole that extended from the floor to just a few 
feet short of the ceiling, where it terminated in a smaller globe, scarred 
with craters, that accurately represented the crescent moon. 

Mr. English had brought the armchair, the only incongruous element in the 
entire laboratory, into the chamber for the simple purpose of relaxation. He 
oftentimes worked so hard on his amateur astronomical projects that he 
nearly fell asleep on his feet. It was good to have a leather armchair to 
recline in right at hand. 

He considered the school-reformatory to be a means to support his 
inter-galactic studies. Had he been independently wealthy, he would have 
spent his full time in his star-projects' involvement. The only problem 
there would have been his loss of access to some of the most beautiful and 
sexy girls that any fifty-year-old man could have ever hoped to spank and 
fuck! 

Mr. Jason English unzipped his pants. He slipped them down to his shoes. 
Then he swiftly untied those shoes, kicking them off with vigorous thrusts. 
Off came his pants and his sexy black briefs that his wife had helped him 
pick out in the department store. 

Mr. English looked down at his own prick. It was little now, very little. 
The tall, lean, and handsome man smirked. That prick was all of a 
half-century old. That was how old a car had to be before it was designated 
as an antique. 

It didn't look that old, he whispered to himself. The prick wasn't even 
wrinkled. Quite the contrary, that cock looked fresh and virile, the kind of 
dick that any woman would love to have rammed up her hot and horny holes. 

Mr. English touched the cockhead. The prick quivered slowly. It was still 
sleepy. He would have to awaken the dragon inside it if he wanted it to 
perform. 

The Head-Master pressed his two long fingers on the shaft and stroked the 
skin up and down. The outer skin of the penis was a bit flaccid. It draped 
around the inner cock like a sheath, like a natural rubber. Maybe his cock 
didn't look all that grand when it was deflated, but when it nice and firm 
and hard, that rubbery, loose outer skin increased his pleasure, by rubbing 
erotically against the inner penis skin. 

The prick started to grow. Mr. English breathed in deeply. He liked the way 
that it felt. He stroked the prick back and forth, back and forth more 
vigorously. He groaned and moaned. It was so great!! 

The Head-Master didn't forget his balls. They hadn't aged as gracefully as 
his penis. They looked like withered prunes. He didn't mind that though. The 
naughty girls in his school whom he disciplined were all used to smooth, 
young testicles. Mr. English's wrinkled balls were a lovely novelty. They 
appreciated the difference! 

Mr. English rolled his balls in his sweaty hand. He cupped them languidly, 
taking his time. He knew that the way his sex organs were put together, the 
more time spent in foreplay, the sweeter was the jerking off or the fucking 
experience. None of this wham-bam, thank you, Ma'am!! for the Head-Master. 
He savored his sweet, sweet delights. 

The cockhead bounced up and down now more vigorously. The prick grew redder 
and redder as the Master played with himself. Yes, the rod stiffened into 
one fabulous throbbing urgency. The penis bobbed around in its excitement. 

"Oh! I love you, my prick!! I treat you well and you do the same for me!! We 
have the perfect relationship, don't we? The more I satisfy you, the dearer 
are my own fair blessings!!" 

Now Jason English grasped his prick firmly in his hand and really started to 
whack it off. The cock leaped up into rigid attention. 

"Now you're as big as you'll ever get!!" the Master laughed. "You're nine 
inches long and going strong!!!" 

He gently pinched the skin under the cockhead. That made his penis throb 
madly. He firmly grasped the base of the prick, right at the root of his 
manhood, and twisted the dick around. That was nice. That made it really 
exciting. 

The Master's eyes gleamed like gems. He was hot now. His heart beat fast. He 
concentrated on his dick. He caught the bouncing cockhead and pressed his 
forefinger's tip onto the comehole. He blinked his eyes. That was painful, 
but he liked it. That was the peculiarity of his cock. It hurt like wildfire 
whenever he poked it directly into anything, even the flesh inside a woman's 
cunt. He could stroke the sides of his dick as much as he wanted and he was 
all right. The fucking went smooth and slick. But the instant that his 
comespout banged into anything, or was touched, even tenderly, the fireworks 
went off! 

Suddenly the door to his laboratory flung open. Mr. English practically shit 
all over his leather chair. "What in the Devil's name!!" he howled. 

Blondie strode brazenly into the room. She shrieked, "Shithead!! You are a 
fucking shithead, Mr. English!!" 

Her voice was slurred. Somehow, somewhere, she'd managed to find some heavy 
booze. She was absolutely intoxicated. She moved like a drunken slut. 
Security precautions were very flimsy around the Bennington reformatory. 

She really looked like a whore. Her blouse was half-slipped off of her 
shoulders, and she wasn't wearing anything underneath. One of her luscious 
tits protruded. 

Mr. English's mind raced like raging rapids. What had come over this child? 
She was bad, but she certainly didn't look like the kind of girl that could 
go out of her head. The way he'd judged her, mischief was more up her line, 
rather than open rebellion. The booze had brought a drastic transition upon 
her. He didn't know whether he liked it or not. 

Mr. English didn't try to conceal his throbbing hard-on. She'd seen the 
prick in its full glory. What point was there in hiding it? 

"Blondie!!" the Head-Master shouted. He shouted so loud that the window 
glass almost cracked. "What the Devil are you up to? What are you doing 
here? Don't you believe in knocking? Who taught you to barge in like this, 
like a crazy woman?" 

Blondie just pointed at his prick and laughed, "You old geezer!! What a 
funny old cock you've got!! What do you do with it, honey? I hear that you 
like horses!!!" 

Blondie wasn't half as out of control as she appeared to be. She'd taken up 
Johnny Nodes on his offer and gone to his room and boozed it up. That made 
her loose enough to do what she wanted most. She'd left Johnny Nodes cold 
and cursing, with just a single lick to his growing dick!! 

Her friend, Julia Lugar, the pretty girl who had waved to her yesterday in 
the corridor, had told her where to find the Head-Master. They had talked 
long and meaningfully about the Bennington scene after class was over. Julia 
seemed quick and ready to show Blondie the ropes. She liked Blondie a lot, 
and Blondie thought the girl was a sweetheart. They were both sweet sixteen. 
They both came from New Jersey. That meant that they had a lot in common. 
Best of all, both were glad to be here, in this oasis in a tranquil, green 
wilderness. Bennington, Julia had whispered into Blondie's ear as they 
crouched together under the shade of an ancient tree, was a den of sexual 
indulgence. Swinging skiers came up here in the Winter, while swimmers and 
boaters came up here in the summer to keep cool. Everybody had sex on their 
mind. It seemed that there was an open door policy at the school. Cocks 
could come in and out without problem. The girls were wise to birth control 
and VD-precautions. They got away with murder because they made damn sure 
that no sensational incidents occurred. It was like an erotic Sisterhood. 
This was the life!! 

The professors were too busy fucking amongst each other, or fucking with 
Johnny Nodes to give a hoot about what their younger cares were into. Mr. 
and Mrs. English had their own special brand of sensual inequities and 
enough management concerns to take care of without wanting to investigate 
the reforming students after-class activities. Besides, when the English's 
weren't keeping the books or spanking the chosen strumpets, they were riding 
their horses, gazing at the stars, and dancing under the moonlight!! It was 
a totally unreal, outrageously wild scene. Julia Lugar wondered openly at 
how the school had gotten such high ratings state and nationwide. She 
figured that the school-marm's must have just given good head. This was the 
ideal setting for a girl to learn what it was like to become a woman. There 
was overt carnality in heavy abundance. 

"I hear that you like horses ... I hear that you like horses ... I hear that 
you like horses ..." The obscene line resounded again and again inside of 
Mr. English's mind. He wanted nothing more than to take that blonde hussy 
and strap her down and spank her harder than ever, then fuck her up her 
naughty cunt!! 

"You are a slut, child!!" Mr. English roared, in his . strict British 
accent. "You are an absolute slut!!" 

Blondie laughed. She was surprised at her own temerity. The change in 
surroundings had done something to her. She was no longer back home in 
reality. This whole reform-school trip was like a fantasy to her. She still 
hadn't accepted the true nature of her circumstances. With this aura of 
fantastic allure came a freedom, a happy-go-lucky promiscuity that she had 
not known in cold, drab, and grey Wallington, New Jersey. 

"I think that your prick looks dumb!!" the blonde bombshell laughed. "I 
think that you must be a stupid fucker! I'd love to have a long rap with 
your miserable wife!!!" 

Mr. English's prick throbbed huger and harder. Yes! He thought to himself. 
This girl is asking for trouble. This is one harlot that's going to get the 
spanking that she deserves! 

Mr. English physically assaulted Blondie. He darted forward, his prick 
bobbing wildly in the air. He staggered nearer to her. 

The young, drunken blonde was too soused to move away. She pretended to try, 
but of course she wanted to get caught. That was why she was here. She 
yearned to play with fire. She yearned to bring Mr. English to new heights 
of disciplinary wrath so that her bad, bad pussy might be properly tamed!! 

The Head-Master grabbed Blondie by her breast and ass. His prick slid in 
between her bright yellow slacks, right under the pussy. He felt the buxom 
blonde's warm body heat, felt her erotic trembling. He understood without 
explanation why she had come here. He admired her even more for it. She was 
a very, very brave girl. She knew exactly what she needed, and wasn't afraid 
to go out and get it. 

The smell of her alcohol-stained breath turned him on by far the most. His 
hot tip bounced up and down under her cotton-covered crotch. 

"All right, harlot!!" he hissed into her ear. His glasses fell to the floor. 
Blondie stepped on them and broke the glass. Even she didn't know if it was 
an accident or if she really meant to break them. 

Mr. English stormed with passion. Suddenly, the whole incident turned from a 
game into a scene of real, high intensity. 

"Now the filthy girl will get punished!" 

"Go ahead and do it!!" Blondie sassily replied. "I'm not afraid of an old 
prick like you!! You can't hurt me, you can't discipline me, Mr. English!! 
Mr. English grabbed the girl's asscheeks harder. He squeezed her boob even 
more tightly. 

Then he raised the boob-grabbing hand and pressed his forefinger against 
Blondie's lips. She opened her mouth and sucked the finger in. She pressed 
her lips tightly against the digit. Her tongue flicked and flashed up and 
down its length. She groaned in her drunken eroticism. 

Mr. English moaned too. He was so hot. He felt like his fondest wet-dream 
was coming alive right before his eyes. This looked like one hard-loving 
girl, a really fast chick. They were the only kind that he liked to 
discipline. The sweet and innocent ones were fine, but they lacked the 
dramatic dynamism of the dirty girls. Basically a righteous, God-fearing 
person, Mr. English appreciated giving punishment where it was most 
deserved. Blondie was showing him right here and right now that she deserved 
a heavy portion of his heavy hand. This blonde baby wanted to get her 
lickings in!!! ... 

The Master decided that the first act had played itself out. Now it was time 
for the second. 

Jason English looked towards the gigantic globe that dominated the 
laboratory. He smiled mischievously. Here was one time when the 
disciplinarian could be as cocky, as demented, as the wicked strumpet who he 
was going to master. Jason had an idea bright as heavenly star shine!! 

He tossed Blondie to the floor. He barked down. "I'm going to strip you, you 
naughty woman!! Don't try to resist!! Just take your punishment!!" 

Blondie didn't miss a beat. She smiled up at the man and smirked, "That's 
all right by me, Mr. English. I'll be glad to show off my boobs and pink 
pussy to your dirty eyes!" 

Jason English blushed. This girl was different from the rest. She laid 
everything bare, in the open. She spoke her mind outright. That excited him. 
It made the challenge of her conquest, her domination, even greater. 

Jason English leaned over. He fell to his knees. He attacked the cute 
blonde's half-fallen-off blouse. He moaned when both of her huge boobs 
popped out. 

"You like what you see, don't you, Jason?" Blondie drunkenly asked. 

"She called me Jason!! She called me by my first name!! "the Head Master 
barked to himself. That was the most outrageous thing that the blonde could 
have done. It was one thing to catch her principal with his pants down and 
his cock between his hands, but it was another to bring the sex down to a 
first-name basis where her superior was concerned. He'd whip the living 
daylights out of her for that! He'd master the hot bitch, all right. He'd 
teach Blondie to show him more respect, even to fear his noble presence!!! 

Yes, where a Head Master's pomposity was at stake, no reforming girl should 
dare tread. Mr. Jason English had his name to defend now. He'd have to wage 
combat with that naughty girl's wicked ass!! Off came Blondie's bright 
yellow, flashy pants. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. Her 
golden-haired pussy looked so pretty. 

It wasn't too hard ripping off her sandals either. Soon the gal was in the 
buff, ready to be tamed. Mr. English murmured to himself, "By the Lord, why 
not, Jason?" and stripped off his top. He wanted to press his own titties 
into the girl's red-tanned asscheeks. He wanted to be nude, so that he could 
feel his own hot sweat drip down his sex-crazed body. 

The Head-Master darted his eyes about the room, looking for something with 
which to tie the blonde hussy up. His gaze carefully scoured the walls and 
the tables. He smiled with approval, finding what he needed. 

"Wait here, harlot!!" he barked authoritatively at Blondie. 

"All right!! Mr. Warn!!" she sultrily replied, frowning. 

Mr. English ran towards where models of spacecraft hung from the ceiling, 
Saturn Moon rockets, LEM landing vehicles, and Enterprise and Klingon and 
Alien and Galactica ships. Even Captain Cody's rocket was represented there. 

Mr. Jason English hadn't had time to complete all his model-building, what 
with his busy curriculum and paramountly-important astronomical researches. 
Half a dozen silken cords hung from the ceiling with nothing attached to 
them. They had been patiently awaiting the arrival of their rocket ships. 

The Head-Master recklessly grasped the heavy silken cords in his hands and 
yanked them down from the metallic ceiling-bars to which they were attached. 
He smiled from ear to ear, happy with the intent that he had in mind. 

Blondie had risen to her knees. She looked so sexy down there. It was a 
pleasure to jump on top of her. 

Mr. English dragged her up and shoved her violently towards the globe. She 
crashed into the giant sphere. Her two boobies and pointed titties smacked 
right into the model world. The earth shook when those boobs hit the 
continent!! 

Mr. English swiftly attacked Blondie's waist. He draped the silken cord 
around her belly and back, then wound it around the world. He attached the 
end of the cord to a pin that was stuck into the Rocky Mountains of Idaho. 

Then he concentrated upon Blondie's wrists and her legs. When he was 
through, the blonde hussy was strapped in a veritable cocoon, tied securely 
to the scientific globe. 

"As the world turns!!!" Mr. English smirked to himself, speaking 
metaphorically of his favorite soap-opera. He twirled the globe. Blondie 
gasped out, "I'm spinning!! I'm spinning!! Oh, I'm going to wretch!! I can 
feel the vodka coming up!!" Her luscious pink facial flesh turned purple. 
She gagged. Mr. English pressed his hand suddenly on the globe, bringing it 
to a sudden, surprising stop. 

"Now I am going to teach you to be a good girl!!" he yelled. Blondie 
whimpered, much as she had been doing all the time that he'd bound her. She 
felt so dizzy, so drunk and crazy. She thought that she was going mad. Mr. 
English was such a forceful personality. He had her in the palm of his 
hands. He knew how to handle volatile women. That was for sure! 

Jason English sprang towards his desk. He grabbed up a vanadium steel 
yardstick from off a large, rolled-out star chart. 

He whisked it like a sword through the air. His cock danced all around in 
its fevered arousal. 

"Take this!" he yelled. "Take your spanking, harlot!!" 

Mr. English struck out. The steel yardstick spanked Blondie's full mooned 
ass. 

Blondie winced. The instrument felt so hard and cold against her warm 
asscheeks. 

Blondie cried out at first, "No! No!" She played the game. She didn't want 
her tormentor to know that she really enjoyed what he was giving her for 
fear that he might stop. One had to be discreet in these dark, wet, sweet 
pursuits ... 

Jason English was having the time of his life. He struck out, back and 
forth, back and forth, back and forth, against Blondie's naked ass's skin. 
How those buttocks bounced up and down, up and down!! How they turned from 
pink to crimson under his mighty, cruel strokes!! Yes, he thought to 
himself, he was such a hard Master!! He made sure that his lessons sank in - 
DEEP! 

Blondie wriggled and squirmed as best as she could under her heavy bindings. 
The silken cords cut into her flesh, not deeply enough to draw blood, but 
certainly deeply enough to make her whimper and cry. 

Yet she really enjoyed the licking that she was getting!! She grooved on the 
wild and crazy vibrations. Her ass dug every hard, fast stroke. 

She couldn't control herself after a time. She was just too crazed with lust 
to pretend. 

"Hit me harder, Mr. English!! Oh, please, hit me harder. I love it, Jason, I 
love it so!! 

"I beg you, ball me up the cunt, Master!! I'm hot and horny over you, 
honey!!" 

Her stinging ass was the ideal inspiration for her to ball. Her pussy 
quivered wildly now. The pussy juices dripped down in torrents. Her boobs 
shoved up tightly against the smooth globe. She rubbed her tits against the 
earth's curve. Her asscheeks jiggled with her red and randy desire for 
prick!!! 

The Head-Master leaned over and whispered into her ear, "I felt that you 
were that kind of girl. 

"I thought that you were after my prick!! 

"I could tell by the way you walked and talked. By the way you dressed so 
sleazy!! 

"Naughty bitch!" He chastised her, mockingly. 

He banged her a few more times for good measure, then grasped his bobbing 
penis in his hands. 

He screwed her with torrid, pussy-slamming passion!!! 

Jason English buried his prick into the naughty girl's dripping cuntlips. It 
sank in so deep, so easily. He moaned and groaned as he pushed it in. Yet he 
tried to keep the murmuring low, so that the tormented could not know the 
full extent of the pleasure that he was now experiencing. 

Blondie tossed her head back and forth. Her cheeks were scarlet. Her eyes 
burned with lewd, infernal thirst. She wanted all of her man, all of her 
harsh Master. How she thrilled when those nine inches of hot prick sank into 
her quivering hole. Her tits became hard as glass. Her boobies shook with 
delight. 

She wriggled her ass about in a circular fashion. She made the hot prick go 
around and around in circles, oftentimes changing its direction. 

Her asscheeks bucked up and down. She slammed her pussy lips onto the 
searing shaft. It felt ecstatic to her to feel her pussy lips slam hard 
against the Master's wrinkled balls. She loved that more than she loved 
getting ball-slapped by that shit-faced Harry Doohan. His young balls lacked 
the texture of this older man's grooved testicles. She appreciated the 
difference. 

"Oh, you strumpet!! You crazy harlot!!" the Head-Master groaned out. "The 
spanking didn't teach you a lesson, did it?!! No, you're right back to your 
old naughty tricks!! 

"I shall have to punish you again soon, my child! You were meant to be 
slapped around long and hard A girl like you can never get enough 
discipline!!! 

"That's because you forget so fast!! You don't remember your lickings." ...' 

"That "That's right, Mr. English, I don't learn!!!" Blondie echoed. "You'll 
just have to spank me again soon!!!" 

The Master plunged his cock in and out, in and out, in and out of the girl's 
trembling pussy lips. 

The best thing of all was the way those cuntlips grasped and squeezed his 
hot cock. They practically milked the jism out of them like a farm girl 
milks a cow's utter. 

Blondie shut her eyes and opened her red lips erotically. She gasped out her 
terrific pleasure. Her cheeks by now were the color of precious rubies. She 
breathed in fast and deep and hard. She was so aroused!! Mr. English had the 
perfect dick for her! He not only was a grand Master, but he was a 
fabulously grand fucker. 

Jason English fucked like a superstar of sex. He fucked with a cool, 
powerful passion. His cock was pure dominance. It had the luscious blonde 
squirming for pleasure. She was at his hot dick's mercy. A man's dick learns 
a lot of tricks in fifty years, and Mr. English had learned more than most!! 

Jason English was racked with tremors. He groaned into the dominated, 
submissive woman's ear, "You harlot!! You whore!!" And he smirked. And he 
plunged his penis in and out some more. 

Blondie murmured and whimpered and gasped out crazy things, out of her lust 
and out of her besottedness. "Oh, honey, I love your dick!! 
WWWhhhheeeeeee!!!" she whistled. "Bust my cunt!! Break my cherry, honey!!!" 

She would have liked to have reached back and run her long fingernails up 
and down his body, grasped him by the hair and pulled it in her wild 
passion. But she was a bound strumpet. The only way that she could fuck him 
was by grasping his hot cock with her wet pussy lips and by bumping and 
grinding her ass into his balls! 

Jason English thought the girl was fantastic. He bit his lips when he felt 
his cockhead shuttling up and against the folds of vaginal flesh. It tingled 
his prick so when the blonde's pussy juices trickled down the curve of his 
hot tip and dribbled into his comehole. 

Yet for all this action, for all these marvelous sensations, Jason English 
wanted to feel more!! 

The Head-Master pushed his feet to the right. He was still imbedded deeply 
into the girl's cunt. He wanted to make the world spin to the music of his 
fucking!!! 

Blondie was securely tied to the globe. As his prick pulled her to the side, 
the slack tightened up. The globe started to slowly turn. 

There was a tremendous strain on the bond that held the two lovers together. 
Mr. English almost feared that his penis would snap off, while Blondie's 
cunt was consumed with the flames of demonic passion. 

"Oh, Jason!! Oh, Jason!!" she screamed. "I feel so good! You're crazy, Mr. 
English!! You're absolutely crazy!!" 

Mr. English let himself go all the way. He flung himself off the diving 
board of morality and into the pool of decadence. He, the fifty-year-old 
Head-Master burst into wild laughter. 

They picked up their speed. Neither of them had known that their sex organs 
could take such awful punishment and feel such delicious, zany thrills! 

Jason English snickered to himself, "So this is where my astronomical 
studies have taken me!! By the gods, I feel like a shooting star!!" 

But the truth was that Jason English was not ready to shoot. At the speed he 
was whirling around with his hotbox blonde, he'd never be able to come. His 
penis was gorged on high-pressured blood. It throbbed like a rock inside of 
Blondie's cuntjuice-dripping cunt. He'd have to slow down before the 
blood-pressure could ease up and the cockspunk be allowed to rush up the 
length of his penis. Then he'd ejaculate, all right! He'd drown this hot wet 
blonde in his superior sperm!!! 

"I think I'm going to die!!!" Blondie laughed in her drunken ecstasy. "I 
think that I must be going mad!!!" 

"You are!! You are!! You harlot!!" Mr. English laughed. His mind was in such 
a whirl that he couldn't think, of anything really clever to say. He just 
breathed in deeply and propelled himself around and around with the globe. 
He was a determined man. He wanted to go faster than any fucker ever did 
before, and that was no joke!!! 

While the globe spun around and around, Jason English pressed one hand to 
the sphere to balance himself and give the planet more momentum. He reached 
out with his other hand and squeezed Blondie's breasts again. He was 
discovering something new and wonderful about himself. He had a 
boobs-fetish. He'd just never run into the right woman before to bring this 
facet to life in him. But Blondie was well-endowed enough to show him the 
way. She had what it took. The blonde strumpet had enough stacking there for 
three grown women!!! 

Mr. English groaned again. He loved the way that his balls slapped and 
banged into Blondie's bumping and grinding ass! He applied himself to the 
task with renewed effort. He really slammed his all into that gal's pussy. 
He made the pussy throb with devilish lust. 

"Oh, yea, Mister!!" Blondie cooed out. "Slam it to me!! Break my pussy!! 
Whheeewwweeeewwweeeee!!!" The blonde bombshell was going strong. So far her 
pussy had held up magnificently to the intensive fucking. 

Mr. English, though, was realizing his limitations. He was a fifty year old 
loverboy. He couldn't act like a twenty year old stud. His riding horses had 
kept him in excellent shape for his years, but he was no brawny youth. The 
world was bigger than he was. He had to slow down, or he knew his heart 
would fail!! 

"Now! Stop!" Mr. English roared. He slammed his feet to a grinding halt. He 
slapped both his hands to the globe. 

Blondie let out a shriek. She felt the sudden jarring, experienced a crazy 
tugging on her cunt. The hot penis hurtled out of her like a speeding comet. 
Mr. English was hurtled back from the globe. He gasped out his shock. 

His penis waved up and down chaotically. He lost his balance. His cock 
slapped and slammed in the air, still crazy over the pussy that it had been 
fucking. It was a crazy, mixed up cock. It looked for its lost pussy! 

The Head-Master was very lucky. He skyrocketed right into his leather 
reclining chair. His head smacked into the cushions. He saw the planets and 
the stars. 

Blondie shrieked out, caring nothing for the chaos, only yearning for her 
Master to finish what he had begun to her submissive body. 

"Fuck me, Mr. English!! Fuck me please!! I beg of you, let me have your cock 
in me!! I'll come soon!! I promise you!! I want more of you!! Don't desert 
me!!" 

Mr. English heard her plea dimly and from afar. He shook his aching, 
befuddled head, wondering what in heaven's name had happened. 

It didn't take him long to find out. His own horniness gave him the answer. 
That whirl around the world had really turned him on. Now that he was free 
of the spinning, feverishly clasping cunt, his bloated cock was able to slim 
down back into its normal shape. The come churned in his balls. It wouldn't 
take much now to make him spurt all over in his wild ecstasy. 

He raised himself off the chair. He stared at his huge, throbbing cock, then 
looked back to the rear side of the blonde strumpet. The idea was simple 
enough. He wanted to cream all over her, wanted to spill his hot come over 
her red, stinging, sweat-drenched asscheeks. 

He strode towards her moaning, groaning, ultimately submissive body. His 
lunging prick led the way. 

The odor in the chamber was overpowering. The scent of sexual juices really 
inundated their senses, made their heads swirl with lascivious desires. 

The Head-Master reached Blondie. He grasped his cock in his hand. He slapped 
its nine-inch, firm length against her asscheeks! 

"Don't forget my pussy!!" the blonde pleaded. "Please pleasure my pussy, Mr. 
English!! I know that I'm bad!! But even bad girls deserve a taste of 
pleasure!!" 

Mr. English, dizzy as he was, smirked. This Blondie was beginning to talk 
like a woman. Even in her proper submissiveness, she knew how to demand her 
rights. That appealed to him. This woman had all the spunk that he could 
handle. And he had all the spunk that she would dare to take!! 

WHACK! WHACK!! WHACK!!! Mr. English beat off his meat against the girl's 
sweet ass. Her cheeks took the beating in high style. They'd been warmed up 
for this moment. Blondie grooved on the heat. 

She wriggled this way and that, moaning out her exultation. She knew that 
her moment of orgasm was not far away. 

Mr. English showed the dominated hussy some much-deserved consideration. He 
shoved his fingers up her wet pussy with his free hand. He even fondled her 
clit until the blonde thought that she would explode from lust! 

"Oh, you strumpet!! You nasty strumpet!!" Mr. English gasped. His eyes were 
blurred. The tears blinded his vision. His heart pumped terrifically 

"I'm going to come, Blondie!! You naughty girl!! You're responsible!! You've 
made me want to come!! What am I going to tell my darling wife?!" 

He giggled at that, pleased at his own wild mischief. 

Blondie murmured, "Tell her that I seduced you!! Tell her that you have to 
see me to discipline me some more!! So that one day I might be a good 
girl!!!" 

Mr. Jason English's face-muscles contorted into a frown. He felt his prick 
stiffen. The come shot up the length of his hot shaft. 

Blondie, supercharged with her own pussy's vibes, cried out at the same 
time, "My pussy's about to orgasm!! My cunt is dripping!! Oh, Mr. English, 
Mr. English! Shoot your hot come onto my asscheeks!! Please, Jason, please!! 
Come! Come!! Come!!!" 

The blonde's ass bounced up and down, whacking spiritedly against the 
cockhead that banged up and down against her cheeks. 

"Yes! This is it, hussy!! Take my load, strumpet!!!" 

The cockhead bloated with come. It grew so large that it looked like it 
would burst. The comehole tightened, ready to spring open. The penis tensed 
and throbbed. The balls pulsed. The whole hot cock quaked spasmodically. 

Then it erupted. The fiery spunk spurted out in a wild and crazy geyser over 
the blonde's sexy asscheeks. 

Blondie groaned out her approval as her pussy gyrated around inside in the 
tremors of diabolical ecstasy. Her tits wanted to explode. Her face blushed 
the color of a supernova. Her whole body lurched and bucked in her spasms. 
The silken cords that bound her broke. She fell into Jason's arms, 
screaming, "I love you, Master Jason!! I love you, my honey!!" 

Mr. English grasped the blonde passionately, while his penis, still 
quivering and spouting feverishly, bounced up and down her pink thighs' 
supple flesh. The blonde was drenched in his hot come. 

Blondie moaned in her carnal delight. She loved the way that Mr. English 
stroked her boobs and teased her tits. 

The Headmaster leaned over romantically and kissed her wetly with his tongue 
upon her blood-red, lusty lips. 

"A kiss for a good girl after the spanking of a bad one!" Jason laughed. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Mrs. English danced around the bedroom. She was dressed entirely in a suit 
of black leather adorned with steel rivets. 

Mr. Jason English crouched in the lotus-position on the bed. He watched his 
wife intently. This was what made Mrs. English's life worth the living. 
Sybil English had failed as a professional dancer. No-one thought that she 
was attractive or good enough. She had the right form and she moved 
gracefully, but she lacked that extra-sparkle. There wasn't enough sparkle 
in her to even make the road-show, or to play the resorts in the Green and 
White Mountains. 

But Jason didn't mind. Sybil was his queen. She moved like liquid poetry for 
him. When she dressed in black leather like this she played Kali, the Dark 
Goddess of India. Her costume was Westernized into the garb of a dominatrix 
to appeal to her husband's erotic tastes. For, just as Jason loved to 
dominate the girls, he loved to fall under the magical powers of his wife. 
Now she played the role of the dark enchantress. 

Jason was garbed in his night robe, but from out of the satin folds his 
prick lunged upwards. Sybil noticed this with approval. She gazed upon his 
dick with her sparkling eyes. She wet her lips and smiled mischievously. 

"Jason! Jason!!" she called out in an eerie way. 

"Yes, my dangerous witch!!" he responded as he had a hundred times before. 
"What does my dark enchantress desire?" 

"You have been a naughty boy!! I hear that you balled the new girl, the 
blonde!!! For this you must be punished!!" 

Her husband feigned fear. He smiled. "What kind of punishment?" 

"I shall have to suck you for hours on end, until you beg me to make you 
come!!!" She grazed his face with the side of her randy, sweating hand. 

She leaped onto the bed, onto her knees, and leaned over and stared into his 
face, grinning. "I'm going to poke my tongue into your sensitive comehole 
until you scream and scream for mercy!!!" 

Jason quailed. His wife went down on him. She opened her mouth wide and 
pressed it right over his twitching rod. 

"EEWWWEEEEEE!!!" Jason gritted his teeth. His wife nibbled along the length 
of his cock with her sharp teeth to torture him, as she had done for years. 
She could almost break the skin, yet didn't leave a single scar. She was the 
Queen Mistress of Cock-Eating. 

Jason loved the pain. He imagined that the powerful sensations that his 
cocksucking wife imparted to his prick kept it looking young. The reason 
that he thought that was that she hardly paid half as much attention to his 
balls, and they were comparatively withered in relation to his cock. 

"Oh, my dark Goddess!!" Jason crooned. "I beg you to suck me harder, to make 
me come in splendor and joy!!" 

His wife removed her lips. She gazed deeply into his eyes, and then pressed 
her lips to his. They kissed wetly, yet did so in an ultra-stylized way, 
neither one of them giving vent to their passions. The wildness was for the 
dance, and for the prick-blowing. The kissing was the stately part of the 
ritual. 

Sybil brushed her rouge-painted cheeks up against her husband's, then 
whispered into his ear, "Now for more sucking, Jason, my worshipper. 
Remember, I shall tease your comehole with my tongue until you weep!!!" 

"No! No!" Jason pleaded in his utter delight, licking his lips in wet 
anticipation of the pain and the pleasure that would be his to enjoy. 

Sybil went down once more upon her husband. She tossed her hair off her 
face, blinking her eyes as the thick turquoise mascara ran down. She opened 
wide her mouth and pressed her lips horizontally along the cockshaft. She 
nibbled and she sucked. The prick twitched violently, shocked by her 
lascivious ministrations. 

Mrs. English snickered. She liked it dirty like this. She sucked cock best 
on her black leather nights. 

The hot and horny, eager to tease wife then did something that nearly struck 
her husband cold, it was so shocking. 

Sybil pressed her sharp, black-painted fingernail into her husband's 
comespout. 

Jason howled. He fell back onto the mattress, moaning and groaning. He 
quivered in spasms. His prick screamed, as it was consumed with fiery 
sensations!!! 

But the important thing was that Sybil didn't allow her man to lose his 
erection. Just when the prick threatened to go limp, she raised her face and 
popped the penis into her mouth. She thrilled the highly sensitive skin 
under the cockhead with her eagerly lapping tongue. 

Mr. Jason English loved his wife's tongue. It felt like liquid velvet 
against the smoothness of his prick. It teased that cock back into one 
nine-inch hunk of burning manhood. 

Sybil slide her hands under her husband's night robe and parted the fabric. 
She undid the sash that held it in place. She wanted to see his lean, 
powerful, hairy chest. Most of all, she wanted to- 

"Ouch!!" 

Jason yelled out as his wife pinched his tit. She squeezed it around and 
around. His prick throbbed all the mightier up her mouth. That gave her 
inspiration. 

Sybil slammed her husband's bucking chest down hard against the mattress 
with her open palms. She then started to deep-throat his cock, plunging her 
face up and down, up and down, up and down on his blazing ramrod. 

"I love it!! I love it!!" Jason screamed out in ecstasy!! 

Then he let out a howl of pain as his wife darted her tongue into his cock's 
hot tip. 

"Be quiet!!" Sybil commanded. "Don't speak until I give you permission!!" 

Jason quivered on the bed. Sybil drew her lips half-ways up the shaft of his 
prick and kept them there. She licked and lapped the cock with her lusty 
tongue. She sucked and blew on the cock with her powerful lungs. That made 
her man moan and groan and tremble in dire madness!! 

Sybil then popped the cock out of her mouth and teased it with her fingers. 
She tossed her long, raven's hair over it and brushed it with the sweaty, 
warm, and salty strands. 

"I bet that feels good!!" Sybil laughed. "Tell me that you like it, Jason!!" 

Mr. English murmured, "I do, Sybil!! I like the way that you treat me!!" 

"Then I shall reward you!!" she snickered. She got back into a rigid 
kneeling posture and arched her bosom over towards Jason's groin. She 
concentrated on keeping her balance. Then, when she was satisfied, she 
smiled and extended both of her arms outwards and straightly, so that they 
almost touched. 

Sybil put her arms over her husband's eager cock. Her eyes shone like 
blazing suns. 

"I know that you like the feel of black leather against your prick, Jason!! 
So here is your treat!!" 

Mrs. English rubbed her arms up and down, up and down, up and down, over her 
husband's penis. That made the man practically jump off the mattress with 
delight. 

"I know that you can't take this forever, Jason," Mrs. English smirked, "so 
I am going to let you come!!" 

Sybil continued the leather ministrations to the red and randy prick, 
smiling naughtily at the bouncing, pulsating cockhead. She pushed her face 
down over it once again. 

The penis stiffened. "MMMMMMMmmmmmmmm!!!" Sybil mumbled, unable to speak and 
suck at the same time. She knew that her husband was about to spout. His 
prick readied to spurt. 

Mrs. English withdrew her mouth. Now it was she who pleaded, "Jason!! 
Jason!! You know what I need!! Give it to me, lover!! Give it to me!!" 

Jason swiftly tossed her onto her back, hurting the palm of his hand on the 
hard steel rivets of her dominatrix costume. He crouched over her. The 
cock-cannon went off!! 

A torrent of hot spunk spurted over his wife's black leather outfit, while 
she looked on eagerly. The jism splattered over her shining black belly and 
her sleek boobs. Sybil licked her lips. White come and black leather was her 
trip. Her pussy trembled in glorious spasms. 

Now it was Jason who smirked, triumphant. "So the all-powerful dark woman 
has a weakness!!" he chuckled. "You need my come!! Sybil!! You can't live 
without my come!! I can feel your pussy quiver!! I can feel it drip with the 
juices of sinful desire!! 

"Next time, Sybil, beware!! I know your secret!! You may be my enchantress, 
and a dancer to the gods, but you need me to fulfill your passions!! I am 
your sun, and moon, and stars!!!" 

"Yes!!" Mrs. English exclaimed as she quivered with her orgasm's fury. "You 
are right, Jason!! Make me dance for you!! Command it!! I beg of you, my 
shining Lord!!!" 

"Dance, Sybil, dance!! Woman with a heart of glass, dance!! Dance to the 
beat!! Dance for me!!" 

Sybil flung herself from the bed in her erotic passion and performed a wild 
dervish for her husband. 

Jason gazed on with hot fascination as she twirled and whirled and swirled 
and cavorted over the floor, as though she travelled on a devilish wind!! He 
stroked his come-dripping prick. There was still life in it. He wanted every 
tingle that he could get. 

Jason shouted to Sybil as she danced, "My Queen, tomorrow is the Festival!! 
You are welcome to the fun and games!!" 

Sybil shrieked out insanely as she flung herself up and around through the 
air, "The Blonde!! The Blonde!! Yes, together we shall fuck the blonde!!!" 

Mr. Jason English licked his lips. He liked that scene the best of all. He 
loved when his wife pitched in and helped with the discipline of the naughty 
girls. The chemistry was perfect for wild and raging eroticism. Just as he 
fucked his wife differently from the way he spanked and balled his girls, so 
he spanked and fucked in a marvelously fresh way when his wife assisted in 
the submission and mastery. The English's were truly the masters of the 
English Arts! 

Sybil spanked her own ass as she pirouetted zanily. She whipped herself into 
a flaming frenzy, lusting for tomorrow's sensuous adventure. 

Her husband and she had gone far over the years. They learned well what they 
needed for erotic happiness, for sexual bliss. 

Years ago their marriage had been teetering. It would have toppled over had 
not new spice intruded into their affair. The everyday-everynight penis and 
cunt-fucking had grown boring, unendurable. 

Then a little girl walked into their life, a dirty, bad strumpet, a lewd, 
sodomite of a randy wastrel. 

She begged to be disciplined, pleaded on her hands and knees to be paddled 
and shamed, the functions that her parents had failed to do before they 
deserted her. 

Mr. Jason and Mrs. Sybil English had been glad to help her out. That was 
when their true passions came to living light!!! 

The couple eagerly, dreamily, awaited tomorrow! 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

"Blondie!!! You wicked strumpet!!" Jason English cried out. 

The blonde beauty stood there in the heavily curtained, locked schoolroom. 
She stood up, but leaned over slightly, thrusting her asscheeks out 
submissively towards the Head-Master. She was naked. So was Mr. Jason 
English. 

Mrs. Sybil English was in the schoolroom with them. She was almost nude, but 
not quite. The prim and proper New England woman really knew how to let 
herself go when she got her clothes off and got ready to fuck!! 

Sybil wore black panties and a black satin bra. They were slit seductively 
to admit every imaginable caress. She really looked the part of the femme 
fatale. She quivered with the thought of her own naughty allure!! 

Jason struck Blondie on the asscheeks with his pointer. The instrument was 
round, made of wood, and had a small cockhead tip on its tapering length. 

"Ouch!!" Blondie whimpered. "Mr. English, it hurts so much!!" 

Sybil smiled with her wicked approval. She fell down to her knees. She took 
her husband's cock in her hands and put her face to it. She wanted to suck 
off her darling Jason's dick while Blondie got pounced on the behind with 
the stick. 

"That's for being such a hussy!!" Mr. English groaned out. Then he gasped, 
whistling in the air. He was really hot and horny. His wife sucked in his 
prick. Mr. English could never get enough of two things in the world, and 
those two things were young girl's asses to beat and blowjobs on his own 
cock from his wife. Now he was getting both at the same time. That made his 
mind reel. The sweat poured from him in waterfalls. 

WHACK! WHACK!! WHACK!!! The pointer just kept smacking briskly away at 
Blondie's naughty asscheeks. Blondie kept on whimpering and moaning. She 
knew that that was what the English's, husband and wife both, wanted to 
hear. She loved to pleasure them. After all, they were giving her what she 
wanted most - hard-core, hot and heavy discipline and an eager audience. 

"You like it, strumpet!! You love it you harlot!!" Mr. English gasped. "Tell 
Mrs. English and me how much you're enjoying this!!" 

"OoooWWhhheeeeeeeeee!!!" Blondie crooned. "You bet I do!! Ouch!!!" 

The pointer fell again. Blondie's pussy quivered. Her mind swam with lust. 

Sybil was glad to hear the vocal accompaniment to the blowjob that she was 
dishing out to her horny husband. She rocked her head back and forth, back 
and forth, twisting and turning the big hot penis that kept lunging itself 
in and out, in and out, of her red and randy, wet and wild mouth. 

Sybil loved sucking her husband off like this in front of the blonde that 
he'd fucked alone the day before. It let her assert her womanhood. It 
permitted her to express her sizzling desirability. 

She did something unusual for herself. She started to grasp and tease her 
husband's balls. 

"Oh, Sybil!! Sybil!!" Jason English roared out in his pleasure. "I never 
..." His weapon cracked faster and harder against Blondie's asscheeks as his 
wife did wonders with his wrinkled, but still lively, testicles. 

He knew that Sybil wasn't doing it for her own pleasure. He understood that 
his wife felt threatened by this blonde beauty, seeing her as being a 
potential rival. She'd seen the glances that her husband had flashed her 
way. He didn't look that way at all the girls that he disciplined or balled. 
He didn't treat any of them with such hot desires. 

But Jason put Blondie on a pedestal. To preserve her sovereignty, Mrs. 
English did now what she found revolting. She played with the wrinkled 
comesacks. She fondled and licked and kissed her husband's gross, hairy 
testicles. 

And she didn't even make a face. She pretended to enjoy it. She made believe 
that she was licking an ice-cream cone sprinkled with chocolate chips. 

Blondie took all that Mr., English could dish out. CRACK! CRACK!! CRACK!!! 
The pointer fell up and down against her own asscheeks. She quivered. The 
pain was excruciating. 

But she didn't run away, and that's what counted. She wasn't bound. She 
wasn't drunk this time. She stood there and eagerly took her punishment 
because she wanted it. She craved it. She loved the way that the cocktipped 
wooden stick felt against her pink, voluptuous, hot asscheeks! 

"Watch that strumpet take it!!" Mr. Jason English roared down to his wife. 
"Look at that hussy buck, back and forth!! God, but I like what I see!!" 

Sybil English ignored what her husband said. She just concentrated on her, 
main duty, and that was making his hot penis cream off over her face. She 
wanted to make him come so bad. She wanted to be the one, not this blonde 
whom he whacked and cracked over the asscheeks. 

And yet, she found it terribly exciting to be sucking her husband while the 
man beat on another woman's behind. That turned her on. It was like a duel 
of the strumpets, as Jason would have put it. 

Jason loved to call naughty girls and women hussies and strumpets and 
harlots. He would oftentimes run around the school mumbling the word 
strumpet over and over again under his breath, as though it contained some 
magical potency. Sybil found her husband to be a strange man, in many ways. 

Blondie whimpered, "Hey, Mr. English, please take it easy!! You'll crack my 
cheeks wide open!!" 

Jason English muttered, "I'm sorry!!" He realized that in his white-hot 
excitement he really had been striking the blonde too hard on her rump. Red 
welts had begun to appear. He didn't want to mark her. 

Mrs. English looked up in disbelief. She squeezed her husband's cock so hard 
that he yelped out. 

Blondie cast back a dirty look at the Head-Master. 

Jason knew his error and tried to remedy it. He barked out, "You 
strumpets!!" And he plunged his penis wildly into his wife's open-mouthed 
face while he whacked out three times as hard at Blondie's bumping and 
grinding asscheeks. The Master was never supposed to apologize. That killed 
the whole disciplinary delight. That made him look bad!! He gritted his 
teeth. His eyes flared. Now he meant business. He meant to master these 
women, to put them in their places!! It was not simple or easy. They were so 
erotic, the both of them. He had trouble mastering his own self. He was so 
overwhelmed and quaking all over with crazy lust!!! 

Sybil English liked her husband's new-found forcefulness. She immediately 
sensed his change of gears. That made her so excited that she sucked more 
passionately than ever on his red-hot cock!!! 

"Will you be good, Blondie? Will you promise to keep your sweet ass where it 
belongs, you harlot?" 

Blondie moaned, "Yes!! Yes!! I will!! I promise!!" 

Mr. English felt his cock twitch. His wife was really doing something 
special on that hot cock's length. She sucked much harder now than her usual 
cocksucking. She blew so hard on his penis that just the very Jetstream made 
his cock's hot tip hurt deliriously. 

Blondie sensed her tormentor's arousal. She took a step backwards, slamming 
her ass into his wife's head, driving her mouth over the penis all the way. 
She gulped and gasped on his cock. She found herself being bumped and 
grinding down on her husband's throbbing ramrod by the naughty girl's 
pounding ass. 

The pointer whizzed just over her head. It was wild and crazy stuff!! 

Mr. English felt his prick stiffen. He couldn't keep the come inside any 
longer. He was going to come! He was going to spout!! 

A geyser of fiery spunk inundated his wife's gasping mouth. She loved it!! 
She swirled it around and around in her mouth, then drooled it over her 
bosom. She loved the sensation of the warm come striking her breasts. 

Blondie giggled. Mr. English cracked her over the ass!! "Strumpet!!" he 
screamed. And then he howled, "Oh, Sybil, I'm coming all over you!!" 

He was right. His penis just kept spurting and spouting his heavy load. For 
a man of fifty he certainly was virile enough, his come-stained wife thought 
to herself. Blondie, who peeked back, thought exactly the same thing. 

Sybil yanked the cock a few last times just for her own pleasure. She 
smeared the come over her face and over her tits. She grasped the slick, wet 
cock and smeared jism over her belly, where it belonged. She liked it there, 
whether she was covered with leather or not. She just loved her husband's 
fiery sperm over her flesh. 

Jason yanked his cock away from his wife. He knew what he wanted. He knew 
that it would make his wife redder and randier than hell. But then she'd 
fuck him better. And that's what this whole game was about!! 

The Head-Master rubbed his come-dripping cock on Blondie's red-tanned ass. 
That got his dick up and throbbing but fast. He was ready for more action. 
No, one ejaculation was not enough for an occasion of this magnitude. Jason 
was going for double or nothing!! 

Blondie did everything that she could to get her Master up. She wanted to 
reciprocate for the good ass-tanning that he'd just given her cheeks!! 

Sybil had ideas of her own. She already prepared herself for the fuck-off. 
She was down on all fours, in the doggie-style posture. 

"Give me the pointer!!" she wailed in a dusky passionate voice. 

Jason obeyed his wife's desire. 

"Get behind me and ball me up the cunt!!" Sybil groaned to her husband. She 
sounded serious and urgent. Her pussy dripped and quivered. Jason could tell 
from his years of screwing experience. 

"Blondie!!" the Head-Mistress shrieked, authoritatively, "Get down on all 
fours in front of me. Present me with your asscheeks!!" 

"Yes, Mrs. English!! Of course, my Mistress!!" the blonde bombshell, 
eagerly, submissively, responded. 

Soon the heavy balling started. Jason rammed his penis right up Sybil's wet 
and wild, crazily bucking rear-end, making sure that it went into the right 
hole - her cunt and not her ass!!! 

But for Blondie, it was the other way around. Sybil was determined to have 
her sweet, wicked revenge on the too-pretty strumpet. The Head-Mistress 
clasped the hard poker securely in her white hands and smirked. She waited 
for her cunt to get hot enough from her husband's slow-starting, then 
faster-speeding, cunt-fucking. 

"Take this, you dirty blonde!!" the raven-haired Mrs. English shouted. She 
acted as though she were playing pool. She poked the pointer right up 
Blondie's tight, pink asshole. The cock-shaped wooden tip slid right between 
the gorgeous cheeks of her full moon. 

"Oh, Mrs. English!!" Blondie moaned. "How hard it feels!!!" 

"This is for being so bad and so pretty, you blonde bitch!!" the 
nasty-tongued Mrs. English hissed out. In and out, in and out, in and out, 
she poked the wooden stick out of Blondie's full moon, right up to four 
inches deep. 

Her own cunt got rammed by nine full inches of hot masculinity. 

Everybody came in torrents!!! 

The bucking and bumping and bouncing asses and cock and cunts indulged 
themselves until they were rewarded with sweet, wet, superheated orgasms 
supreme!!! 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Blondie and Julia wandered through the reformatory's grounds. The place was 
like a park, having little of the ambiance of a girls' house of correction. 
There were no walls to keep the girls in, there were no guards to keep watch 
over them. The Bennington reformatory worked strictly on the honor system. 
It seemed that only the girls who truly belonged there made it there. There 
were no attempts at escape. Either the girls were of the timid, naughty 
type, and dared not run away, or they were of the volatile type that craved 
discipline, in which case, as with Blondie, they certainly had no desire to 
run away. 

Julia asked Blondie inquisitively, "How was it?" 

Blondie smirked from ear to ear, "It tasted as sweet as honey!!" the beauty 
murmured. "I didn't know who was better, Mr. English or his wife, Sybil." 

Julia Lugar grinned. "I think that Jason is just the most handsome man who I 
ever saw!!" 

The two girls were in the rose garden, surrounded by wicker chairs, green 
and red stone wells, and white picket fences. They didn't see the face that 
peered at them through the thorns of the blood rose. 

The face belonged to a woman, and that woman was Sybil English!! She watched 
the girls and listened to every word that they said. 

Mrs. English smiled. Her eyes twinkled shamelessly. She looked as though she 
had designs. 

Blondie and Julia embraced one another and began to giggle. Their faces 
flushed red. Blondie leaned over and whispered something into Julia's ear. 
Julia burst into nervous laughter and said, "You're so dirty, Blondie!! I 
can't believe that you said that!!" 

Blondie grinned, "No man ever spanked me like Mr. English does. He really 
knows what he's doing. He's not afraid of a young lady. He knows how to 
treat gals like us. He makes sure that he pleases himself, and by getting 
his own rocks off he gets mine off good!!" 

Julia snickered. Mrs. English pressed her ear against the roses, straining 
to hear every word, every breath of the girls. 

"Blondie, if you only knew how I'd like to try Mr. English out!!" 

"What would you say to him, Julia, when he pulled out his steel yardstick 
and started cracking it in the air?" 

Julia laughed once more, in a girlish sort of way. She touched her hand to 
her breast, then giggled out, "I'd say, "Please, Mr. English!! Please don't 
hit me, not with your yardstick!! Don't slap my ass with that ruler! I'm 
afraid of you, Mr. English!! I don't want you to hurt me!!" 

Blondie grinned, "You liar!! You know that you'd love it, Julia!! Your ass 
would just melt into the palm of his hands when he spanked you!!" 

Julia wasn't so nervous any more. The lewd talk loosened her up. "You know I 
would, Blondie!! That man just turns me on!!" 

Blondie said, "Yes. And he not only spanks you, but he really makes you feel 
like you've been disciplined to the third degree! I call that mastery. Jason 
can put a girl right in her place!" 

"Oohh!!" Julia exclaimed. "I've dreamed for a long time about taking Mr. 
English's prick up my pussy! I wonder why he hasn't made any come-ons? You 
think he doesn't like me?" 

Blondie shook her head. She touched her girlfriend's quivering cheek. "No, I 
don't think that at all! If I'd not heard you speak so intimately to me 
about your desires, Julia, I would've never guessed that you were into the 
spanking and submissiveness. You don't look the type. You just don't shake 
your bottom the right way. You don't give the signs. I'm sure if Jason knew, 
he'd bang you to kingdom come. He'd really put you in your place. 

"Julia! You've got to act naughtier when you're with him! You've got to give 
him provocation. Jason's into the whipper-snapper, "strumpet" type. Being 
sweet will get you nowhere!! Call him a pig and shake your boobies under his 
nose!! 

"I promise you, Julia, Mr. English will tan you red right on the spot. Beg 
as you will for him to stop, he'll spank you until you see stars!!" 

"Maybe you're right, Blondie," Julia acquiesced. "Maybe I'm just too nice." 

"I know you are!" Blonde insisted. "Be a bitch for once in your life. You'll 
be better off for it! Jason will give you all the punishment that any bad 
girl ever wanted!!" 

The figure behind the rosebushes slowly, silently crept away. Sybil had a 
wicked smile on her face. Her pussy quivered and dripped hot, wet juices 
down her loins. She disappeared from the garden. The two girls never saw her 
... 

* * * 

"Jason! I have something to tell you!" Mrs. English told her husband. He was 
busy staring through the Celestron Telescope of his opened roof. 

"Not now, my darling Sybil!!" he asserted. "I'm watching the planetary 
conjunction of Neptune and Uranus! This is a very important day in the 
science of astronomy!!" 

The Head-Master, would-be-astronomer, stared once again into the lens of his 
optically condensed star-scope. 

Sybil wet her lips and murmured, "Are the planets really more important to 
you than a girl who's dying to be spanked?" 

Mr. English raised up his face, turned to his wife, and frowned, "Why, 
Sybil, I didn't think that you were into that sort of thing! 

"You told me that I'm the one for spanking in our relationship!! That the 
girls are in the minor league, and that you're in the major. And that I'd 
better not ever confuse the two?" 

"What's come over you, Sybil? Do you really want me to spank you?" 

Mrs. Sybil English burst into wild laughter. She danced around her husband 
and his precious telescope. Her hands glided over his body. She did a fiery 
Russian movement. 

"No! Not me!!" she asserted. "One of your girls, the one who you always 
wanted but were afraid to ask!!" 

"You don't mean - " he said, not daring to pronounce the name. He felt so 
foolish. 

"Yes, I do!!" Sybil English emphasized. "Julia Lugar can't wait for you to 
get inside of her pants!!" 

"But - " Mr. Jason English argued, "she never looked the type. She always 
acts so sweet and innocent. More like a girl who's gone astray that one 
who's bad at the core!!" 

"The world is full of surprises!!" Sybil exclaimed, grabbing for his cock. 

Jason English sighed, "Oh, what a fool I've been!!" 

"Yes, you have!!" his dancing wife laughed. She twirled behind him and drove 
her finger sharply under his buttocks, goosing him in the balls. He leaped 
up high and cried, "You almost made me upset my telescope!! You almost broke 
my Celestron!!" 

Sybil English suddenly froze and stared her husband in the eye, 
domineeringly. "Jason," she said, "I really do not care. I am going to 
torture your comehole now!!" 

Mr. English quivered with delight. His wife made a point of seducing him at 
the most inopportune moments. He found that very exciting. It made him feel 
like he was being taken advantage of. He'd been taken advantage of all 
through life, but with his dominatrix-like wife at least he got a hard and 
heavy cock-tease with plenty of coming-action in the bargain!! 

"No!! You're not really going to do that to my penis, my dear!!" he 
murmured. 

"Yes, I am!!" Mrs. English snapped. She dropped down to her knees and 
unzipped his pants. She took his penis out and pressed her fingertip sharply 
down upon her husband's ultra-sensitive comehole. He screamed, and almost 
fell down, the sensation was so terrific. 

Sybil looked up at Jason and smiled. There was a lascivious, dark gleam in 
her eyes. She gasped with her pleasure. "I found a book today tucked on a 
shelf in the back of the library. It was all about penis-bondage." 

"I'm going to wrap your penis, your naughty prick, in sleek black leather, 
Jason, my love, and do strange and wicked things to your comehole!! There's 
no escape for you, Jason!! 

"I don't care if the world is burning, or the Russians are coming!! I'm 
going to torture your cock until you cry!! That's for being such a dummy, 
for depriving yourself of Julia Lugar for so long!! 

"That's for paying so much attention to Blondie!! 

"But most of all it's for looking through your telescope when you should be 
looking at my firm, red, tits!!" 

Sybil yanked on her husband's penis again. She put her lips over the 
cockhead and began to nibble teasingly on his comehole. 

Even as he howled out in pain, his cock rose in her mouth. That cock, bound 
and teased in leather, would remain hard for hours. It would be a rigid 
shaft of pain, aching for Sybil to mercifully release it from its bondage, 
to make the imprisoned hot come spurt out of the burning comehole. 

By then, Uranus and Neptune would be out of conjunction. By then, Jason 
English would have been taught his lesson, and would be a very happy, and a 
very mean man. He'd have to take his anger out on a bad, sweet ass. Julia 
Lugar yearned to be whipped and disciplined. She was as good as any gal, for 
what he had in mind, and maybe even better. 

Jason snarled to himself as his wife tormented his throbbing, huge, bulging 
cock, "The hussy!! Playing the innocent on me for so long!! I'll spank her 
strumpet's ass!! I'll slap that harlot's buns!!" 

* * * 

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. 

"Yes, enter!" Jason English snapped. He sat in his office in the Main 
Building, fidgeting with his fingers. He'd been waiting impatiently for that 
certain-something to happen. 

In stepped Julia Lugar. She wasn't dressed half as conservatively as she 
usually was. Jason English opened his eyes wide. He recognized what she was 
wearing. Those were Blondie's clothes. The strumpet!! She dressed the part 
of the hussy!! Who did she think she was?!! 

"Close the door behind you, child!!" Jason yelled, rising to his feet. "Who 
on earth taught you manners? No-one, I would venture to assay. Bahhh - " 

He shook his hand at her. Julia turned to close the door. Jason instantly 
focused his vision on her bulging asscheeks. 

He moaned to himself, "God, but I never knew that that girl had an ass like 
that!! She wore such baggy clothes that I never really knew what she had 
under there! By the sweet Savior above, but her asscheeks are even bigger 
than Blondie's. Only they're shaped more like a pear than the moon!!" He 
gasped at his observation. 

He wasn't imagining it!! Those buttocks really formed a giant, luscious 
pear, that tapered gracefully down to her thighs. The thought of shoving his 
big, hard prick into that voluptuous, ripe pear made his mouth water. He 
love to have his cock shuttle in and out, in and out, between that soft, 
warm wetness. 

"Do you know why I've summoned you here, young lady?" Jason English asked 
the lovely, redheaded beauty. 

He was very surprised indeed when she looked at him seriously, then suddenly 
spun about, bent over, and lifted high her skirt. She giggled out with a 
nervous voice, "You want to spank these, Master English!!" She wasn't 
wearing anything under her tightly clasping loud blue skirt but her nude 
asscheeks. She's smeared rouge over them! Mr. English's prick leaped up in 
his pants, and started throbbing like crazy. 

He stammered out, totally taken by surprise at this relative "angel's" 
drastic improvement in character. "By God, she's learning fast!" 

Mr. English covered half the distance that separated him from the girl. He 
regained his composure. He barked out, "I know what kind of girl you really 
are!! 

"I can guess it by the company that you keep!! 

"I'll bet that you want the same thing!" 


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