impulsively reached across the passenger's seat to cup one of Glendora's hanging breasts. She kneaded the soft, yet firm flesh suggestively as she looked into the teacher's brown eyes. 'And don't forget your promise, either,' she said. 'Your head could be habit-forming.'
She saw Glen smile as she slammed the door. A moment later, she had driven to the end of the block and turned toward the main highway and back toward the academy.
Brigette Concort was one of those rare people who seem to lack all inhibitions. She enjoyed her own sexual pleasure and didn't particularly care where she received it from. The trouble with her life was simply that her husband was more involved in his own pleasures than in his wife's, and that, unlike Glendora, Brigette had never thought of the possibility of seducing any of the girls at the academy.
But as she drove home, she realized that a whole new world of erotic pleasure lay open to her. If Norton would not satisfy her, she could always get Glendora to spend a Saturday or Sunday afternoon wallowing in sensual abandon in some motel room.
She was, she concluded, no longer a slave to her husband's whims. She had been, by the happenings of the afternoon, freed. She had no way of knowing as she parked the car in her garage and walked around the administrator's house to the front door, just how wrong she was.
Norton Concort was waiting for her in the front hall of the large house. As she walked in and closed the door behind her, he stared directly at her.
'I told you,' he said in his softly melodious voice, 'never to go into town without a bra. Whether you realize it or not, my dear, it's considered bad form for the wife of a school administrator to walk around with her goddamned tits flopping around.'
Brigette looked from her husband's dark, almost brooding eyes down over his athletic figure meticulously clad in a dark business suit, then up to his face again. Finally, still feeling the exhilaration of her afternoon in Carterville, she smiled as sweetly as she possibly could and said, 'Go fuck yourself.'
Norton Concort was obviously stunned. It was apparent that no one had ever defied him in his life. He seemed unable to move or speak for a moment until his brows knotted over stern eyes and, very calmly, he said, 'What did you say?'
'I said,' Brigette repeated, 'you can take your goddamned image and your fucking brassieres and shove them right up your ass.'
Before she knew exactly what had happened, her husband had taken the two paces toward her, raised his hand, and slapped her across the face with the back of his hand with sufficient force to spin her completely around and into one side of the long hall. She hit the wall with a shuddering impact, and stunned, both emotionally and physically by the sudden brutality of his movement, slumped to the floor.
Vaguely, she was conscious of her husband standing over her, of his softly sadistic voice filling the hallway around her.
'We have to understand each other, my dear,' he was saying. 'Life here is a one-way street. That's my way, darling, because if you step out of line any more, you are going to have a great many little accidents like that. First of all, you wear a bra when you go into Huntingford.'
'But, I-'
Brutally, he kicked her in the leg.
She drew her knees tightly against herself in reaction against the pain.
'Shit!' he said. 'I see you're not even wearing panties. Got the old snatch open and ready for anything, haven't you?'
'Norton-I-'
Again he kicked her. This time the toe of his polished right shoe was aimed directly at her groin, but she moved just fast enough at the right moment to avoid the more painful injury, only to receive the hard impact of leather and the power of his foot and leg high on her left thigh.
'Haven't you?' he demanded again.
As if in a sudden revelation, Brigette realized that fighting against her husband would gain her nothing but added injury. Instead of baiting him, she decided to play his game. 'No,' she said. 'No, Norton. I won't do it again. I promise.'
'You'd better promise, you simple cunt,' he said. 'If you pull a stunt like this again, you'll really get punished.'
'I won't, Norton. Really-'
'Get up,' he demanded. 'The only place I want to see your tits flopping around is in my bedroom. As for a naked pussy, the same goes double. Now get your ass upstairs and make goddamned sure it's ready when I get there.'
'Norton-'
'Move!' he snapped.
She saw his fist clenched at his side and realized that he would use it against her on the slightest pretext. Like a whipped animal, she turned away from him and slowly, deliberately climbed the stairs.
Once in the master bedroom, she slipped out of blouse and skirt and shoes and waited naked for her husband's arrival. It wouldn't be that bad, she told herself. He bad used and abused her body often before. One more time couldn't be any worse than all the times before.
The door of the bedroom opened and Norton Concort stepped inside. His dark features seemed even more intense than usual as he inspected his wife's beautiful naked form. He slipped out of his suit coat, and opened the closet door and hung it up before he turned to her and spoke.
'You're a pretty young cunt,' he told her. 'That's good. I mean it's nice for the president of the board to be married to a good-looking pussy.' He walked to the door, and with a deliberate and exacting gesture, locked it. 'The trouble is,' he went on as he turned to face her naked form, 'that you need a little discipline. You don't seem to know which side your bread is buttered on.'
'What… what are you going to do?' She took a pace away from him as she crossed her slender arms over the soft mound of her breasts.
'Do?' He unbuttoned his vest and then unfastened the belt holding his trousers. 'Do?' he said again as he pulled the long leather belt free so that its length dangled from his right fist. 'I'm going to teach you a few manners, for one thing.'
He took a pace closer to her, and with teeth clenched, lashed out at her naked flesh with the belt.
The hard leather slashed against her side and flicked around to snap against the rounded flesh of her buttocks as she screamed in pain and humiliation. She backed away from his advancing form as he again lifted the belt and again slashed it mercilessly against her tender flesh.
She was screaming In terror and agony now, begging him to stop as the leather lash bit into her flesh again and again. 'Please, Norton,' she gasped. 'Please! I'll do anything you say.. anything. Oh please… '
Abruptly he stopped. He stared at her with his dark sensuous eyes. 'Get over to the bed,' be ordered. 'Lie down!'
Obediently, she staggered to the bed and lay on her back, watching in terror and wonder as her husband slipped out of his trousers and underdrawers.
Clad in shin, tie, and vest, as well as gartered socks and shoes, Norton Concort walked to the bed and climbed on top of his young wife. Using her breasts as a cushion for his buttocks he sat heavily on her. His already hard penis rested on her chin as she looked up to his cruel eyes.
'You know what I want,' he said. 'Suck it! Pull that slab of meat into your mouth and give it your all.'
'Norton-' she begged.
He moved slightly, pushing his member closer to her so that the huge head now actually rested on her full lips. 'Eat it!' he demanded.
She lifted her head. There was no way she could avoid what was destined to happen. She put her hands behind his buttocks, pulled him toward her and slipped her hot mouth over the end of his hard manhood.
For Norton Concort, there was no greater thrill than the first hot sensation of a woman's lips circling his hard masculinity and drawing the turgid flesh into her mouth. It gave him a sense of dominance and complete power which, in addition to the purely physical sensations of lips and tongue on his member, he enjoyed perhaps more than anything else.
Now, as he sat on the soft cushion of his wife's huge breasts feeling the heat of the firm flesh under his
