Disciplined mother

CHAPTER ONE

"What kind of animal are you?" Carla Henniger stared with mounting terror at the big man, her fingers pressed against her lips while her eyes rounded. This hadn't been at all what she'd expected. Why had he hit her? Drawing one hand up to her cheeks, she felt the burning still on her flesh. A tear rolled from one eye as she backed away, shaking her head from side to side.

"Don't… don't touch me! Don't come near me, or I'll scream for the police!"

Looking around, the attractive woman searched for a way out – any way. This interview hadn't gone well at all. And to think she'd thought about entering her daughter in this hellhole of a private school!

"Come on Mrs. Henniger. Or should I call you Carla? I think we're going to get to know each other well, Carla."

The tall, blonde, attractive woman backed away, shrinking from Mike Appleton's hand. He had hit her, struck her across the face while laughing at her. Where was the rest of the staff? What had happened to them? He had taken her on a tour of the private girls' school here in the deserted back country, ten miles east of San Bernardino, stressing the institution's policy of strict discipline coupled with fine academics.

Carla had thought it strange that the few girls she saw walked in two's and seemed to shy away from her as she approached them. There weren't the usual high-spirited athletic activities going on as at other schools. Still, Carla thought that a somber atmosphere was just, what her daughter needed – something that would tame what she thought were some dangerous tendencies toward delinquency. But this – this maniac had cornered her in his office alter the tour, locked the door and then made obscene suggestions. When she refused and indignantly demanded to be let go, he had struck her, backhanding her across the left cheek. Carla stood there stunned, not believing he had hit her. No one had done that, not even her father when disciplining her! And now this complete stranger had struck her and was even sneering at her!

"Help! Help me! Somebody, please!" Carla cried, turning her head and calling out until her throat hurt.

No one. He had timed this perfectly, ensuring the administration building was empty before approaching her. He took one step, holding a hand out to her.

Again, Carla shrank away, holding both hands to her tits while pressing her full, firm ass against the wall. She could hear the steady ticking of the wooden-framed clock above her as if it were telling her to run. Her flesh crawled as she again stared at the door behind the tally dark-haired chief administrator. He was pulling off his tie now, opening his shirt, revealing the hairs on his chest while still approaching her. That look in his eyes – those black pools of utter depravity! Never before had Carla felt as trapped, as helpless as she did flaw.

"You're wasting your breath and my time," Mike said, shrugging off his jacket, then rolling up the sleeves of his white dress shirt.

"No, oh no," she whimpered, her voice seeming to shrink inside her.

"There. Now, that's better," Mike said, smiling at her. "A mother should always find out about the school her daughter's going to attend. And the best way to do that," he said, his smile fading somewhat, "is to experience the same lessons…"

"Lessons?"

"Just that. You'll learn the obedience you want your daughter to study. And you'll do it right, or we'll try again."

"No!"

Mike threw himself on top of her, his feet kicking her ankles apart while his hands ripped at her blue cotton print dress. Carla was frantic, her mind going blank as she felt his fingers tearing at the material. His lips were on her throat, sucking hard, his teeth nearly breaking her, skin. There were times when he gathered strands of her hair in the fist of one hand, jerking her head back, the pain forcing her jaws to part. She screamed the shriek of the damned, the pain knifing through her body. Then he let go, his finger groping for the zipper of her dress, tearing it down, opening the drew, then pulling it from her slender shoulders. She felt the drag of the material over her arms, her thighs, her feet. Flinging her hands around her tits, Carla managed to break away from him, scooting behind his desk and gripping auto the high-backed leather chair.

"Help! Police! Oh God, God, why doesn't someone come here?"

Tears blinded Carla as she rushed from behind the desk for the door. Stretching out his right foot, Mike tripped the fleeing woman, sending her crashing facedown onto the blue carpeted floor.

"Uhhhhhh!"

The fall temporarily stunned Carla. She lay there, her hands out in front of her, in left cheek pressed against the floor while her legs were wide apart. Reaching down, he unbuckled his wide black leather belt, pulling it from his trousers and wrapping the buckled end so tightly around his knuckles they whitened.

Carla began coming to, bracing her arms on either side of her body while pushing up. She knew she had to escape. She knew she had to run from this madhouse or something terrible would happen to her and her daughter Krystal. Somehow, she managed to get to her hands and knees, shaking the loose hair from her face. Where was Mike? She couldn't see him for the moment. Then, looking up, Carla stiffened. She saw his shadow on the wall in front of her. One hand was raised, cocked over her body while a slender shadow hung down from his fingers.

"No!"

She could hear the leather hiss through the air. With a sharp laugh, he brought it down across her round firm asscheeks, the leather slicing into the nylon right over her ass crack. Carla flung her head back, her hair sweeping over her throat and shoulders as a scream ripped from her throat. She pitched forward, her arms collapsing under her.

"That's good," Mike said approvingly, scratching his thick, well-trimmed beard. Carla whimpered, feeling the flesh of her asscheeks stinging with the hard blow.

"Very good. Now let's try it again."

Once more the belt hissed through the air, arcing down, the beveled tip biting into her ass flesh and making the woman scream for mercy. Again and again, the belt slashed across her ass, the blows forcing her panties to ride up until the legbands was up against her groin.

Mike stepped forward, pressing the toe of his black engineering boots into her asscrack, wiping the translucent nylon into her shiner. Carla gagged, stretching out her hands once more and trying to pull her body forward, away from the big stud. He moved his foot, kicking her with his heel.

"Over. Onto your fuckin' ass!" he growled, dropping all pretense at civility.

With a great effort, the panting, sobbing woman rolled onto her spine, cupping her hands instinctively over her cunt. Mike brought the toe of his left boot around once more, kicking away her fingers, staring at her blonde cunt bush barely visible through her panties.

Carla trembled, feeling as if she were on an operating table, an experiment, something to be toyed with then thrown away like a useless, filthy piece of trash. Mike brought one foot up and drew it over her cunt. Rubbing his toe against her right inner thigh, he moved it up until the boot was wrinkling the damp material into her cunthole. Carla stiffened, writhing her shoulders against the carpet until it scratched her uncomfortably. She felt the nylon scraping over her cuntal walls, felt the pressure of that hard, leather-booted toe pressing into her pussy. It was awful, unbelievable that this was happening to her! The incident numbed her mind. This was the sort of thing that happened to other people, victims you read about in the papers and wondered how on earth they ever got into those situations.

"Uhhhhh!"

Mike kicked her knees apart, stepping back while doubling the belt in his right hand. He tapped it gently, teasingly against his kneecap, watching as the woman shivered. Carla could almost feel the kiss of the belt against her skin now as it rubbed up against his trousers. With a quick move of his arm, Mike brought the leather dawn hard, smacking it dryly against her exposed belly.

"Eaghghghhghhhhh!"

One wild scream after another tore from her throat as the belt chewed down across her belly, then again over her upper thighs near her blonde fuzzy cunthairs. Carla moved her hands all over her body, desperately trying to protect herself from the whipping belt. But Mike was too fast for her, striking her in exposed places, then beating her in others as she struggled to hide her fear from him. Wild screams of agony followed the staccato blows, the woman kicking her legs up at him in a useless attempt to retaliate.

"A Goddamned little wild cat! I like that in woman," Mike said, wiping his upper lip with the back of one hand. "Wait, I'll tame you, just the way I'll tame your daughter."

"No, no! I'll never bring her to a place like this!" Carla screamed back.

Mike only laughed at her defiance, kicking her legs apart once more and bringing down the belt inches away from her pussy slit. Carla let out a sharp cry, fucking one leg under the other and rolling onto her belly. At least in that position Mike couldn't hurt her tits, her cunt. She felt the comforting pressure of the carpet against he tits and belly as she drew her knees together.

This couldn't be happening! It was some horrid nightmare. But the constant slapping of the leather against her body told Carla her dream was all too true.

"Bitch!"

Mike brought his doubled belt down hard twice in a criss-cross fashion, the leather tearing the nylon from her panties' waist band. She felt her flesh exposed by the belt, her skin crinkling with goosepimples as a draft blew over her body. He was dog whipping her, the blows making her crawl farther and farther away from him. She could feel her fingers clawing at the ragged ends of the carpeting while the belt whipped her ass into a cherry red.

"Gonna see those tits. I was watching them jiggle while you walked with me. It's a shame to hide them," Mike said, putting down his belt and bending over the sobbing woman. Carla felt his fingers sliding under the elastic band of her bra, tugging up. With one swift upward jerk, he ripped the material from her chest, tugging the bra away. Carla felt her nipples scratching teasingly against the floor. Mike bent over yet again, his hands smoothing over her red, sore asscheeks, pinching her buttocks until she screamed in pain.

"Good and hot. That's what I like about you. No matter what the hell I do to you, you're still good and hot!"

"Stop it! Oh, you… you beast!"

The sight of her naked ass striped red with the belt seemed to stoke up the big man's excitement even more. He moved back and swung the belt down time and time again like a meataxe, the blows drawing hysterical cries from the woman. Carla twisted wildly on the floor, too terrified to try to get up and rim from the pain. Gnawing flames of agony raked her flesh as she found herself pressed against the wall, her nails cracking from the brutal beating.

"That's it, baby. That's it! Move around the floor like the wild broad you are," Mike hissed, stinging her upper back with the belt. A particularly savage blow cut deep between her shoulderblades, knocking the wind from Carla. The woman thought for a second he had shattered her spine with that hit. She groaned, turning around once more on her back, kicking up with her feet and hands. Her legs were waving up and down, her fingers clawing helplessly for the big man's face, wanting to tear the flesh from his skull. Mike had completely exposed her, and now stared at her thick-furred pussy mound, noticing that her cuntlips were beginning to stretch and swell with lust, folding thickly over one another.

"Slut! You scream, and yet you're so damned hot you're running with juice all over yourself!"

"No! No!" Carla couldn't understand what was happening to her. The swinging belt, the smacking leather, the pain that brought hot tears to her eyes – everything should have made her half mad with pain and horror. And yet something was stirring inside her, something that was pleasurable and was racing side by side with the pain.

"Ahhahahahahhayaaaaaa! Oh God, no, no, not there! No, please, not there! Don't touch me there!"

Carla threw her hands down, fanning out her fingers, trying to protect her cunt. But Mike slapped the leather inches from her-pussy with sharp, stinging strokes, her inner thighs reddening from the savage beating. He was standing there now in front of her, his legs preventing hers from closing protectively over her pussy. Once more, Carla twisted, trying to roll onto her belly, her plump, firm asscheeks jiggling from her wild moves.

"Stop it! Stop… oh no, God no! You… you can't do this to me! Oh God!"

Carla was hysterical, her feet kicking now against Mike's hips. He was careful to twist his body to one side, preventing the woman from crushing his nuts as she wished to. With another sharp fucking blow, Mike brought the doubled over belt down hard across her nipples, the leather crushing her large, aroused red nubs into the surrounding tit flesh.

Carla's eyes bugged out, the pain throbbing into her brain, crushing into her skull. Her mouth opened. But only a hiss of air escaped over her teeth.

"No. Ahhahahhahh, pleeeease! Oh God, stop! Please, stay away from me with that thing! You can't… can't do it! Oh nor no, no, let me go! Oh God, can't stand this! No!"

"Then you're ready for more, is that right, Carla?" Mike said, letting the belt unfold. He trailed the cool black leather over her body, letting the pointed end of the belt draw over her injured nipples, her throat, down past her cleavage to her belly button, and finally over her cunt.

Carla shivered, her thighs tightening, the muscles ridging against her flesh as the leather licked through her cuntal hairs. She was shaming herself, rutting like this, feeling her clit actually stiffen and push up through its sheath, reddening with desire. Oh, oh, how it glowed even now as he did nothing to her but brush the belt around her pussy! It was all Carla could do to keep her ass flat against the floor. She set her jaw, firmly deciding not to show him any sign of arousal. She could at least leave here with her dignity, if not with her health.

"You can't keep me here forever," she said, fixing her eyes on his with grim determination. "When I leave here…"

"When you leave here," he interrupted coolly, "you'll bring your daughter and you'll submit her to the same treatment willingly."

Carla looked at him with amazement, enraged at his calm prediction.

"I'd rather see her rot in hell!"

Mike threw back his head and laughed.

"That's just where you think you'll have been when I get through with you and your daughter."

Carla wanted to spit in his face. All she could do was lie there, wondering what else this animal would do to her. She saw him glancing through the high window above her, seeming satisfied at what he saw.

"Good. Everybody's gone out of here for the day," Mike said. "It's time to show you more of the grounds – places you didn't see this afternoon."

"Don't touch me! You won't take me anywhere," Carla screamed, shrinking back once again as Mike tried to grab her wrists.

His face darkened, his smile turning into a glare. Stepping back, he struck a short, sharp blow with the belt that went down into her cunt crack. The stinging, hot pain was more than the woman could stand. Carla doubled up her knees flying apart while her body jerked to one side.

"Please, please, no more. No more pain! I'll-I'll do anything, but don't hurt me with that thing any more!"

"Just what I wanted to hear, Carla," Mike said, his face brightening.

The woman pushed the hair from her eyes, staring with hatred at him. Mike didn't care what she thought. The more defiant she was, the more she loathed him, the more excited he became. She could sense this as he cocked his arm up yet again.

"No, I told you I'll do anything, I… ahaahahahahhhhhh! No more! No, no, no, anything you want! Eeghhhhh!"

Two more whistling cuts shot down into her pussy, the leather stoking up the heat now singeing her clit. Carla sobbed out more pleas for mercy, her fingers covering her cunt while Mike kept on beating the belt over them. He stopped, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Put on your dress," he said, kicking the ripped garment to her. "Or what's left of it," he added with a smirk. "No, I'll keep the bra and panties for now."

He snatched the undergarments from her.

Carla moved slowly, wiping the tears from her eyes. How her tits and ass and cunt ached from the belting! The fiery blows had enflamed her skin, making every part of her body sensitive to the slightest touch. And what was so odd was the sensitivity of her cunt. Carla pulled the dress over her head, trying to cover her body modestly with the torn garment.

"Get up. Don't try anything or I'll make this belting look like a nun's picnic."

No wonder there were no school games here. It was a sadist's haven, run by this maniac, probably using the girls for his pleasure. And she was going to send her daughter here? Never!