Mother get’s a Whipping

Who can judge a person’s reactions during stress situations? The prisoner of war who gives in to his captors’ demands, the kidnapped heiress who joins forces with her abductors — both must act without past experience to guide them. The end result can be either a very negative or a positive experience.

In MOTHER GETS A WHIPPING, Lola Mitchell finds herself in just such a situation. Held captive, then degraded and forced to perform abnormal sexual acts, she nonetheless finds within herself hidden resources, and strength of character she never realized she had.

Although Lola suffers through an unspeakable horrible experience, she comes through with her sensibilities intact, knowing she is more of a woman.

The Publisher

CHAPTER ONE

Lola Mitchell drove home with a big smile on her face. She had managed to get an appointment at the beauty parlor, and she could see the scene now. She’d slide in through the back door, creep into the main room where Flint would be sitting in his favorite chair, reading the newspaper. She’d sneak up behind him, put her hands over his eyes and say, “Guess who?”

Lola sighed with happiness as she swung the car off the freeway. It was so wonderful being engaged to a policeman. Flint was so tail and commanding and just perfect. And he never bothered her with sexual demands.

He was even wonderful with her daughter, Yvette. Yvette needed a father, she’d been wild and undisciplined until Flint came along. Now she was much better behaved. She shivered when she thought of Yvette’s father. Some men were so disgusting sometimes. But not Flint, of course.

She parked the car, then checked her reflection in the mirror, making sure she looked as beautiful as she could. She might be just over thirty years old, but her face still said she was early twenties.

She crept around the side of the house and opened the back door, moving quietly through the kitchen, giggling to herself.

She got to the door of the main room and stopped, puzzled at hearing strange sounds.

There were moans and groans and it sounded as if Yvette was begging for something. She frowned and pushed the door open.

The sight that met her eyes made her blood turn cold. She gasped.

There, on her back on the floor, was her teenaged daughter, Yvette. Her legs were up and out, spread around Flint’s naked, jerking body as he rammed his cock in and out of her pussy. And Yvette was begging for it, clutching at Flint, thrusting her ass up so that her pussy could get more of his cock.

“FLINT!” Lola screamed.

Flint looked up, saw Lola and rolled off Yvette at once. Lola had a glimpse of his enormous thick cock before he got to his feet, maintaining a steel-hard grip on her arm.

Yvette screamed, her hands going down to her pussy, rubbing it as she writhed on the carpet. “Mommy, you bitch, what the fuck are you doing? I want his cock! Flint, Flint, please! Come fuck me!”

Flint pushed Lola into a chair.

Lola screamed, her flared skirt flicking up over her thighs as she fell, still shocked and gasping. His cock seemed even bigger now that it was so close. She’d never dream of taking something that big into her pussy. It was nearly a foot of thick prick meat!

“What are you doing?” Lola gasped as Flint pinned her in the chair and turned to Yvette, who still lay on the floor, rubbing her pussy.

“Get the fuck up, you stupid slut!” he snarled. “Get me the handcuffs and a gag. And the bonds.”

“Yes, Flint, yes!” Yvette gasped, rushing to the other side of the room.

Suddenly Lola saw that Yvette’s ass was red with welts. There was a whip lying on the floor, a long-tailed whip with a short, thick, leather covered handle. She gasped and tried to scream, but Flint had a tight grip on her and his other hand was around her neck. His cock throbbed so close to her face that Lola thought she’d be sick.