“Oh, please, Bob… please stop it,” I begged him in tears. “Bob, don't do this to her… it's… killing me…”
“Not as much as if she were sent to a home for delinquents,” he told me between lashes, slowing down. “Discipline and punishment within the home would save a lot of girls from ruin… a lot of parents from scandal.”
Kathy's poor little behind was streaked with red marks before Bob finally let up. Perhaps she was numb to the pain any longer, because when he picked her up, she was only sobbing and trying to hide her face. I immediately reached for my drink and drained the glass. When I put it down, Bob was sitting beside Kathy on the sofa, holding her in his arms.
“I wouldn't have done this,” he was telling her, “unless I loved you almost as a father. The love between us all is still there, Kathy. Your mother loves you, and I love you. But when you behave in the way that you did tonight, you must be punished. You are still a minor child. You heard the policeman tell your mother that tonight. She did not press charges against the boy for your sake. Do you understand all of this, Kathy?”
“Yes… yes,” she sobbed, and I noticed that she clung to Bob so desperately. “I guess I did need it… know you love me…”
“Now, you run up to bed and try to get a good rest,” Bob instructed her paternally, kissing her on the cheek. “You'll probably feel much better tomorrow. I think you've needed that spanking for a long time. Remember that your mother and I are here with you. We'll be in the room next to you. We love you.”
I poured myself another drink and brushed the hair away from my eyes. I tried to focus, but I couldn't. The reason I was trying to focus was to determine whether it was just my imagination, or if I really did see a big spot on the front of Bob's trousers. I recalled how people sometimes had orgasms from spanking people. I had read about it somewhere. They were sadists. And Bob was a sadist.
“You're drunk as a lord!” I remember him saying, “I'd better get you up to bed too.”
“You don't want to screw me tonight?” I remember asking him with a sarcastic laugh. “Or did you get your kicks beating my daughter's butt?”
I think I wanted him to slap me. I think I was really asking him, in my own way, to give me the same beating he had administered to Kathy. But he only helped me up the stairs, undressed me, and put me to bed naked.
It was difficult to separate fact from dreams for those next few hours. I was groggy with the Scotch and exhausted from the tension and need of sleep. I seem to remember talking with Kathy, lying next to her and being embraced to her, listening to her tell me why she couldn't go to sleep.
But dreams like this had become common. They had haunted me for so long, I assumed it was all just that-I was dreaming that Kathy had crawled in bed with us and was clinging to my naked body, while Bob lay pressed against me from behind and joined in our conversation.
There was nothing sexy about this part necessarily, except that Bob and I were both naked and I could feel his hard penis probing me gently against the buttocks.
I was not too much aware of Kathy's body. She had on her baby dolls and she was close to me. I was not apparently bothered that I was nude myself. It seemed that the primary thing was that she was upset and couldn't sleep and had crawled in bed with us. We were trying to comfort her.
That dream went away in time, and I thought I must have slept or dozed off for perhaps an hour or more. It was just beginning to get light outside when I realized I was at least partially awake again. This time, I was filled with passion. I was breathing heavily. And while I recalled the previous episode as being a dream, this was more real. There was a heaviness pressing in on me and someone else was breathing heavily too.
And then suddenly, I was more than aware that Bob was on me. His penis was in me, and he was using the slow, measured strokes that always evoked the most longing response from me. I reached up and put my arms around him. I was moving my hips and working toward my first orgasm.
“Oh, Bob… faster, darling… tear me apart!” I called out, moving more frantically now, clawing at his back, oh, Bob! I'm coming!”
He said nothing, continuing the slow rhythm of his stout piston in and out of my well oiled chamber, as I screamed obscenities and cried out in whines and groans of pure joy with each successive orgasm.
“Isn't it beautiful… beautiful…?” Bob was asking, the strangest glow in his eyes as he looked off to the side.
“Bob… what?” I asked, not understanding until I reached out beside me and felt Kathy's body right next to us.
“Oh, Mother… Mother, darling!” she cried out breathlessly, putting her hands up to my face, “Mother, I couldn't help it… couldn't stay asleep… couldn't…”
I pushed her away violently and she fell off the side of the bed. With all the strength it was possible for me to muster in one surprise heave, I lifted Bob's huge body up and deposited him on the floor at the other side of the bed. At that moment, there was only one thought in my mind. I was going to the dresser and get the gun. I was going to kill him!
I grabbed the gun and whirled around to look at Bob, still sprawled on the floor. For the first time ever, I saw fear in his eyes. I saw his body trembling. And when he opened his mouth and tried to speak, the words refused to come. My finger, which had already begun to squeeze the trigger, suddenly released its tension.
In that one flash instant, I changed from a potential murderess to a hysterical woman, hysterical with laughter. I dropped the gun on the floor and kicked it beneath the dresser. I had never felt so powerful in my entire life. Bob Morgan in that one sweep second of mortal weakness had lost the powerful hold in which he had contained me for so long.
“You coward… you miserable little coward,” I managed to say through my wild laughter. “I don't know what you really do… you couldn't be a spy… if you are, God help us all…”
“Denise… I think you need to calm down,” he tried to say with authority, but his voice was cracking. “Last night… this has all been a terrible shock to you, my dear.”
“If you take more than ten minutes to get out of this house, I'll call the police!” I tore into him with a marvelously exhilarated feeling of power and purpose. “I can have you put in jail, Bob. I don't care about my reputation, and Kathy's age will keep her name out of it. I mean it, Bob. You get your stuff out of here and go… for good.”
“Well, look… cart I borrow the car to ”
“I'll call you a cab, Bob,” I said more calmly, going for the phone. “And in nine minutes, I'll call the police, if you're not gone.”
Bob knew that I meant it. His moment of weakness had emasculated him. He wasted no time at all in throwing his things into a suitcase, and telling me he would have the express company pick up his trunk. He was ready to leave when the cab came.
Bob Morgan had gone out of our lives forever. But the scars he left were deep and festering.
Chapter Eleven
Kathy and I drank coffee, napped, and talked about it all day. The earlier episode, I discovered, had not really been all a dream. She had come into the bedroom to talk to us because she was not able to sleep. Bob had told her to crawl in beside me.
She was aware that we were both naked, she told me. But at first, she thought nothing of it because she was so concerned with her own problems. She would doze off for a while, and then wake up again. She realized that I was almost passed out from so much drinking, and she was quite groggy herself from the strain of the day's and evening's events.
“I guess it must have been around daybreak, Mother,” she began to tell me of the time when the change in her feelings occurred. “I woke up and the sheets were off you and Bob. My baby-dolls were up to my neck, and I thought… well, maybe I had just been so restless and moving around, they had gotten twisted up that way, only Bob was wide awake and looking at both of us. He would look at your body and then over at me. I felt all crazy inside. It made me feel… jazzy, I guess. I dunno, I was half asleep, and I guess I was dreaming something
