Yes, I can see it all now. That man had actually hypnotized Mom to the point that anything he said to her was gospel. And that meant that we were in for it and that nobody was going to save us if both Mom and he decided to punish us.
It was a hot summer in Fresno as it always is. Mostly, we sunbathed a little in the yard, put on lots of sun lotion, caught up on our reading of the movie magazines and books and stuff, and went out to dinner a couple of times. Mom had given us some money and told us we could treat ourselves so long as we behaved, so Sandra and I had some really lovely meals. I was just dying to order some wine, but I didn't dare. I could imagine how many demerits that would get me if Mom ever heard of it!
They came back about five in the evening, and Mom looked very happy. She was sort of dewy-eyed, and she was clinging to Mr. Douglas' arm and looking up at him as if he were some kind of super mortal. Sandy was in her playshorts and her pullover polo shirt, which was blue with the white letters spelling out the name of her high school, Clarindo. I had just finished my senior year there this June, and I wanted to talk to Mom when I got a chance about whether she expected me to go on to college or to go out and try to find a job and be useful. The way I felt now, I wanted to get away from home as much as I could. Maybe going to a school in Los Angeles or even Frisco would solve things for me in not having to be around Mr. Douglas. But that would leave poor Sandy all by herself and at his mercy.
Sandy and I helped bring their baggage in from the cab, and took it to Mom's room. Our house is a two-story affair, so that Sandy and I have our rooms upstairs and Mom and Mr. Douglas have theirs downstairs. That was fine with me, because I could keep away from him a little more that way. Still it was going to be a long summer until September and going back to school or else going to work, whichever I found out was going to happen.
Well, wouldn't you know it, but Sandy got into trouble right away. Mr. Douglas told her to be careful of the one suitcase she was lugging, because it was a new blue one, and she looked back to say something to Mom, and before she knew it, she had scuffed the shiny new surface against the wall.
“I told you to be careful!” Mr. Douglas snapped, in a very nasty tone of voice.
“I couldn't help it, it was an accident. Besides, it's heavy. If you don't like my being a porter, get somebody else,” she had to go and open her yap. Even I gasped when I heard her say that.
“Give it here to me,” he said and grabbed it from her. Then he walked into Mom's room, set it down, and came outside and glared at Sandy. “I see you're just itching for another spanking, young lady. All right, I'm going to accommodate you.”
“Oh no, Elmer,” Mom said, “not the very first day back, please, dear.”
He turned around and gave her an angry look. “Now you just keep out of this, Myrna, do you understand me? We talked about this in San Francisco, and we agreed that I would handle matters like this. It's quite obvious to me that Sandra is purposely going out of her way to be hostile towards me. Very well. I think I know how to deal with that.”
Then he walked up to Sandy and took her by the wrist and said, “You just come along with me to my room, young lady. We're going to have this out once and for all.”
I stood there not knowing what to do. He looked at me and said, “Go in and help your mother, Arlene. This is between Sandra and myself.”
“Mom! Don't let him spank me, please don't! I didn't do anything, I didn't rub his darned old suitcase against the wall on purpose!” Sandra wailed. There were big tears in her grey-green eyes and her lips were trembling. She really looked scared. But Mom didn't intervene.
“Do as your father tells you to, Sandra,” was all she said, and then she beckoned to me. “Come along and help me unpack, Arlene dear.”
I went in reluctantly, and the door was left opened. I could hear Mr. Douglas taking Sandra into the next room, and then I heard her squeal, “Oh please no, oh please don't take them down, please, Mr. Douglas! I'm sorry, I'll be good, I didn't mean it, but please leave my shorts on, please!”
There was a sound of a struggle, and then I heard her burst into tears and I heard him say, “Now I understand. The indecency of this, young lady! You haven't got any panties on under your shorts. I suppose this is the way you went around all the time we were gone. Making a spectacle of yourself for the neighbors and all the boys on the street, I've no doubt!”
“No, that's not so, it was just too hot today, and I didn't go anywhere — oh please don't — oh Mr. Douglas, I hate you — I wish I were dead — owwww! that hurts, please, oh please not so hard!”
I heard her cry out.
I heard also the sound of smacking, and it sounded as if he were using his hand to start with. Then her squeals got louder and shriller, and all of a sudden she yelled out, “Oh don't use your belt, oh don't hurt me like that, please — aiiiii! ohhahhrrr! Please, you're killing me — oh I can't stand it, please don't spank me like that, oh please put that awful belt down!”
I looked at Mom and then I started to sniffle. I ran out of the room and to the room next door. He had left the door open, too, so I could see everything. He was standing and with his left foot posed on a foot stool. He had bent Sandra over his left knee, and her playshorts were twisted around her ankles, and her creamy bottom was bare, and in his right hand there was a black leather belt which he had doubled and he was swinging it against her seat with a very vigorous flourish of his arm. Everytime it landed, she would lift up her head and yell out, and try to put her hands back of her to protect her bottom. I saw him hit her hands and then he told her, “Take your hands away and put them on your knees and don't you dare do that again, or I'll give you double!”
“Oh please, please let me off, I didn't do it on purpose, honest I didn't, Mr. Douglas!” my sister was sobbing.
I'm not punishing you for that, young lady, I'm punishing you for your impertinence and for your deliberate attempt to show me how much you hate me in front of your mother. You're going to get over that, and so is your sister. I don't care how many sessions it takes, I'm going to whip some common sense into you.” And with that, he started using the belt again. Sandra was twisting and squirming herself all over, and once again her hands rushed behind her to cover up. He told her to take them away, and when she didn't he pulled her over to a low armchair, seated himself, flung her down over his lap, clamped his right leg over her calves, and then he really gave it to her.
She was yelling at the top of her voice and twisting and trying to get her hands behind her to cover up, but he grabbed both her wrists with his left hand and held on tight. Then he took a deep breath, got a tighter hold on the doubled belt, and began to give it to her again even harder than before. This time he was hitting her on the legs, and there were angry bright red marks all over her thighs all the way down to the hollows of her knees. She was screaming now, and calling for Mom to save her.
I couldn't stand it anymore. I looked in and I said, “You're an awful, cruel, hateful man, and you're just whipping her because you like to be cruel, Mr. Douglas! I bet you like to whip people, even if they're grownup!”
He turned around and he gave me such a hateful look that if looks could kill, I probably would have dropped dead on the spot. Then he lowered the belt and said in a nasty-nice voice, “Well, I think your sister has had enough for this time. And since you've been imprudent enough to eavesdrop, I may as well tell you that you will get the same thing if you don't change your attitude towards me, Arlene.”
Then he let go of my weeping sister, and he said to me, “Take her to her room, and lock the door. Then you go out and get us some supper over at the restaurant. Chicken or turkey will be fine. Have them put it on my account.”
And that was my stepfather's homecoming.
CHAPTER FOUR
I hurried to the restaurant down the street at the comer, and in about twenty minutes came back with takeout food for all of us. We ate in the kitchen, but of course poor Sandy wasn't with us. She was still up in her room and her door was
locked. I took her portion up on a tray and I knocked and I told her it was I, and finally she let me in. Her face was awfully red and wet with tears, and all she had on was her polo shirt and her sandals. She kept rubbing her hind end with both hands, and she didn't seem to care that I could see dark red curls of her sweet pussy.
“I'm going to run away, you wait and see, Arlene!” she defiantly announced. That awful man whipped me for the last time. And he just loved it. You know what?”
I shook my head. I laid the tray down on a footstool near the bed, and I waited to listen to what she had to say.
“He had a hard-on, did you know that, Arlene?” she said as she pulled two pillows off the top of the bed and piled them near the edge and then sat down on them, very carefully and making faces as she did so. I lifted the tray and put it down beside her, and I had got her some roast beef with dumplings and string beans and a piece of pie and a big glass of milk.
“What are you saying!” I gasped. “And where did you ever learn such awful language?”
“You better go eat your own food before it gets cold, Arlene. Then tonight, when they've gone to sleep, you come back and I'll tell you all about it,” she said to me.
Just about then, I heard Mom calling from downstairs, so I told her I would be back, and then closed the door and went on down to see what Mom wanted. She just wanted to find out how Sandy was, and I told her, and then I went back to eating my own supper.
Mr. Douglas — I just couldn't bring myself to call him “Father” or “Daddy” — gave me a couple of stern looks. Finally, he said, “I suppose your sister is sulking up there, and I also suppose she's telling you what a wicked, cruel tyrant I am. Am I right, Arlene?”
“Yes, sir,” I said. I didn't look up, I just went on eating. The next thing I knew, his hand shot out and slapped my cheek: “When I talk to you, look me in the face, young lady!” he ordered. “Now, what did she say?”
“She — she said she was going to run away, that she couldn't stand it any longer. But she's just upset, and you did whip her awfully bad,” I said.
“That's not true. She was carrying on just to get herself let off, that's all. Oh yes, I gave her a good licking, but if you think that's a really hard one, Arlene, just you get into mischief like that. You'll soon find out what a really hard licking is.”
“No thank you, Mr. Douglas,” I said. I sort of mumbled it, but he heard it anyway.
“Is that more of your impertinence? Are you looking for what Sandra got?”
“Oh no!” I hurried to tell him. “I'm not going to give you another chance to spank me, I'm too big for that. But I still think it's wrong to treat girls our age that way. Can't you talk to us and tell us what to do or scold us if we make mistakes? Do you always have to whip us, and always on the bare skin?”
“Now that will be quite enough of that, young lady!” he thundered. “I run an office pretty capably, and nobody questions my decisions. Here in this house, I happen to be your new father, and I'm going to make the decisions here just as I do at the office. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
“All right then. Let's have no more discussion on the subject. Myrna, I think there's still some beer left in the refrigerator. Would you please get it for me.”
“Of course, Elmer darling.” Mom got right up and hurried to the refrigerator. I began to look at her in a new light. She jumped every time he said something, and she had a sort of scared look on her face too, or at least in her eyes. It was evident that she loved him a lot, but I had come to the conclusion that he was dominating her just the way he was trying to do with us. Maybe, for all I knew, he had even spanked Mom, big as she was.
I couldn't quite figure it. Now understand, Dear Diary, I'm still a virgin, but I know about the facts of life. I've even had a couple of stolen kisses behind a billboard down at L and Dormeyer Streets, from, yes, you guessed it, Tommy Turnbull. And a few others besides him, too, if you want to know a real secret. Though what Sandra has told me a little earlier about the way Mr. Douglas had acted while he was whipping her with the belt had given me a whole new perspective.
One of the kids at school had said that his uncle used to spank his aunt, and that once he had seen it through a window when he was out in the garden. They hadn't pulled the shade all the way down, and that's why he could see what he saw. And then he said that after his aunt had got spanked, she and his uncle rolled over on the bed and began to make love. Only the word he used was, “fuck.”
Was that what got Mom excited when she went to bed with Mr. Douglas?
I had the answer to that question sooner than I thought. Mom and Mr. Douglas claimed they were tired from the trip and decided to go to bed early, about ten o'clock, so I stayed in the living room watching TV. The movie wasn't very good, I'd seen it several times before, so about half an hour later, I turned off the set and started going up the stairs to my room. Just about then I heard a funny sound, and it was coming from Mr. Douglas' room. I waited a minute, and then I heard it again, and then I heard Mom gasp out something that sounded like, “Oh please, darling, not so hard!”
I tiptoed down the hall, until I was standing right outside his door. It was closed, so of course I couldn't see anything. Then I thought about the keyhole. I knelt down very carefully and held my breath and I looked.
There was Mom wearing just a black nylon shortie nightie, and it was pulled up over her waist and practically tucked up to her armpits. He was sitting on the couch, and she was angled over from his right with her bosom just pressing against the edge of the couch and her hands grabbing out along the surface of it. Her legs were kicking in the air, and he had his left arm tucked around her waist and he was spanking her big pale-white bottom with the same hairbrush Mom had used on poor Sandy. Her face was uplifted, and her eyes were big and wet with tears, but she didn't look as if she was suffering so much. I mean, her trembling lips were formed in a kind of smile, and then I heard her as he brought the brush down again: “Ohhh, oh harder, darling, I've been a naughty girl, make me a good one, oh please, punish me good and hard, Elmer darling!”
“I certainly will, you lovely bitch,” I heard him answer in a husky voice. The hairbrush came down five or six times, real fast and real hard. It practically bounced off Mom's big bottom. I could see now where I had inherited my own rather plentiful portions in that area. And her hips jerked up and lunged this way and that every time the brush smacked her bare flesh. She groaned and sobbed, and she started wriggling around.
Then he stopped all of a sudden. He shoved her back so that she was kneeling in front of him, and he spread his legs very wide. I could see now that he had on just his pajamas, tops and bottoms. “Kiss the hairbrush and thank me for giving your big bottom what it needs, Myrna,” he ordered.
“Oh yes, darling!” Mom was sobbing softly. She took hold of the brush and kissed the back, and then she stammered out, “Oh thank you, Elmer, thank you so much for spanking my big naughty bottom because I've been such a bad girl. Please help me to be a good one for you.”
“You can start by getting me ready to fuck you, Myrna,” he said, and his voice sounded huskier than ever.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. There was Mom on her knees, and she stopped a minute to roll up the nightie so that it was right against her armpits and wouldn't fall back down. I could see the thick dark-blonde curls of her pussy as she knelt between his open legs. And then she reached out and unbuttoned his pajama pants, and took out his cock. It was long and bony-looking, with a broad plumshaped head, and the lips were puckering. I could even see the dark veins along the shaft, where the skin was so tightly drawn.
I began to feel awfully itchy between my own legs just about then. I put a hand to my pussy and I began to tickle myself. And then I saw Mom bend her head forward, open her mouth and take about as much of his cock as she could inside her mouth. It was pressing against her cheek, making it bulge out.
He put both hands to her head, cupping the sides, to keep her in
that position. I could see that her ringers were reaching out to tickle his balls and to stroke the hard shaft of his cock while she sucked it. I could even hear the noises of her sucking, and it made me feel awfully funny between my legs. Even my nipples were starting to feel stiff and to ache a little.
“That's enough, you lovely bitch! Now get ready to be hosed. On all fours, that's the way I want you, with that big red spanked bottom of yours up in the air so I can see it, and your legs spread wide apart so I can get into you, Myrna!” he ordered.
“Yes, Elmer dear, yes, my master,” I heard Mom gasp out.
And then she moved away, turned her back to him, and got on all fours. She made sure that the nightie was still pulled way up to her armpits, and then she spread her knees wide apart and bowed her head down to the carpet. Her big bottom was furiously red, but I could see the pink gape of her pussy and all the dark blonde curls framing it.
Mr. Douglas got up from the couch, shucked down his pants, and then knelt down beside my mother. He reached out and grabbed her big round bubbies, and began to squeeze and play with them, while he teased her by prodding his cock against her red behind, along the narrow crease between the cheeks, till finally, he pressed it against the soft pink opening she was offering him. “Oh darling, hurry, I'm dying for it,” I heard Mom call out.
And then I saw his cock disappear in the soft maw of her cunt, and Mom let out a groan, and squirmed a little while he pushed on all the way in. And then he began to fuck her, while her body twisted and squirmed and her sobs and groans rose to my ears.
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