The Runaway
by obohobo
Chapter 1. Punished
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! The belt landed rhythmically and hard across
Judith's arse. She squirmed to try and avoid the blows her mother was applying
so vigorously but her father held her tightly face down across the bed. Judith
tried to scream but her efforts were stifled by the strategically placed pillow.
Sixteen year old Judith was naked. Her father stood and leaned over her head,
his chest pressing against her shoulders effectively pinning her to the bed. To
further secure her movements his hands were wrapped around her young body,
gripping her tender breasts. He held them tight and hard although Judith for the
moment, hardly noticed the pain from them. Her arse was on fire.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! The ex-army webbing belt continued to strike
with considerable force. Ten times it struck. Judith's arse was now raw but she
knew from past experience, the punishment was far from over.
"My turn," yelled her father. Caroline Peters laid the belt on the bed and
changed places with Robert. During the change over Judith managed to cry out,
"Please, no more," before further words were lost in the pillow.
"You sinned greatly this time, girl, you must take your full punishment. We must
drive out the devil within you." Her mother's reply reduced further Judith's
already forlorn hope of getting off lightly.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Her father was now swinging the belt hard
against the already sore flesh. At the end of his ten blows her arse was one
massive raw red area. He rubbed his hands over the tortured buttock cheeks
causing even more pain by squeezing them and Judith's heart sank when he spoke,
"I think she can take another round each."
"You carry on then and I'll finish her off," replied his wife. Judith tried to
scream, "No!" but only a muffled groan came out. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Once again the belt continued its terrible pain giving descent. As she sobbed
and cried into the pillow, Judith thought she could not take any more pain but
knew they would not let up. It wasn't the first time they had thrashed her like
this. Their punishments were increasing in severity and frequency, She decided
now was the time to put her plan into action.
The changeover brought Judith's mind back to reality. Once again her father's
hands savagely gripped her tits and her mother applied the belt. Judith began to
lose consciousness as the relentless punishment continued. Eventually it was
over and they left her with their parting words of condemnation for her
behaviour. Judith lay alone on her bed, sobbing uncontrollably. "Had she really
done anything that terrible? Had she really done anything that warranted such a
thrashing? She didn't think so.
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The Peters family lived by what seemed to outsiders at least, to be a strict
religious code. They didn't drink, didn't go to dances or the theatre. They went
to church three times on Sunday, said grace before meals and outwardly lived by
a set of high moral standards. Anything outside of this code was the work of the
devil and needed to be punished. As she developed into an attractive young girl
it seemed at least to her parents, the devil increasingly invaded her mind and
with it came the need for more frequent punishments. They were always for what
most people would consider trivial offences such as arriving home on a hot day
with the top button of her school blouse undone, or staying at her school
friend's house until after teatime.
Today, was the last day of the summer term at school and they had finished
early. It was a hot July day and instead of going straight home as she was
supposed to, Judith had stayed with her friend Sally and had even tried to drink
a glass of ginger beer shandy that Sally made up for her. Made with half bitter
beer and half ginger cordial, the alcohol content was very low and it made a
very refreshing drink on such a hot day. Judith thought it was safe for her to
stay at Sally's until the normal end of school time but her mother had seen
other children in the street and realised the early end of term. She guessed
where Judith would be and had caught her with the 'drink of the devil'. In no
uncertain terms she railed against Judith and Sally and would not listen to
Judith when she pointed out that she was now sixteen and old enough to be
allowed to drink alcohol and in any case she had only had two mouthfuls. "Had I
not come along, you would have drunk the whole glass," was Caroline's retort as
she dragged her daughter home.
Judith knew she was get yet another thrashing. She knew she would be confined to
her room without food until it was time for her parents to go to bed. As she sat
apprehensively considering what to do, and whether it now was the time to put
her plan into action. Her last hiding was only three weeks ago and the marks had
just faded. That had been painful enough. She was intelligent enough to know
that it wasn't religious zeal behind the beatings. It was sadistic sexual
pleasure. Both her parents got off on thrashing her. Despite their keeping her
cocooned at home and never allowing her out in the evening, they couldn't
control who she saw and what she did at school. In that rough area of Doncaster
the conversations in the school playground soon initiated her into the real
facts of life and her friend Sally, no longer a virgin, described in detail some
of the things she did with her boyfriends.
Several years ago, Judith had contemplated calling the Childline number but had
decided it would cause just more trouble and she would end up in a care home.
She would have had to use a payphone box as they didn't have a telephone in the
house. Neither did they have a TV set or computer. Judith though, was computer
literate because she had taken an IT course at school. These skills would be
necessary if she was to get a secretarial type job or, if as her parents wanted,
she stayed on at school to take A level exams.
Judith expected this hiding to be a big one. She knew her parents held back
during school terms. They always made sure she was given any thrashings on a
Thursday evening. Thursdays and Wednesdays were P.E. and swimming days, days
when Judith was forced to shower at school with other children and with her
teacher present, any marks might get reported. Punishment marks inflicted
Thursday evening had almost a week to fade. Even so they had to keep her home on
P.E. days after the last time. Twenty strokes of the belt had left bruises that
still showed.
It was during these two days at home, Judith refined her plan.
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Laying painfully face down on her bed, Judith could hear bed creaking and the
sound of furious love-making coming from her parents bedroom. They would sleep
soundly afterwards, then Judith would have her chance. But could she move
quickly enough with her tender backside muscles screaming at her every movement?
She hadn't expected the thrashing to be as severe but over the last three weeks
she had sneaked some aspirins into her room. She took three. It was more than
the recommended dose but she needed the pain relief. Normally, her parents
insisted the punishment ran its full course. No painkillers, no salve, nothing.
To get its full effectiveness the pain had to last, at least according to the
gospel of Robert.
Judith waited fifteen minutes until the aspirins had begun to ease the pain just
a little and then crept to the bathroom. The door to her parents room was just
cracked open. She couldn't see in but at least it wasn't locked. She heard them
whispering and her mother was giggling softly. This angered Judith and made her
more determined to get her revenge but that would have to wait until they were
sound asleep.
She peed without sitting on the seat and flushed to toilet. As she returned to
her room her mother called, "You haven't put anything on your bottom have you
dear?"
"No, mother." Judith then had a flash of inspiration. She would see how they
were lying on the bed. It might help her later. Boldly she opened the door to
their room, walked in and noted they were both naked, side by side on the top of
the bed. Turning round she bent over and showed her bottom to them. "I haven't
put anything on. You can see for yourselves." With that she stood stiffly and
walked out of the room before her stunned parents could say anything. "I hope
they sleep like that on top of the bed," she thought, "It will make my job
easier." She heard murmurs and giggles from them as she half closed the door
behind her.
Judith couldn't sleep. Not only was it painful to lie down in her normal
sleeping position, she was excited. Slowly the hands of the clock crept round
until they showed 1 a.m. This was the hour she decided they were most likely to
be sound asleep. Quietly she got up and completely removed the bottom drawer of
her tallboy. In the space underneath she had stored eight lengths of clothes
line already formed into snare-like nooses with a slip knot that would tighten
easily. Sliding the nooses loosely over her left arm, Judith silently went to
her parents room. In the dim light she saw they were still lying side by side on
the top of the bed. "Great!" thought Judith. Taking one of the loops she swiftly
passed it over her mother's right foot and her father's left as they lay
together. Gently she lifted each foot until the loops were around their ankles.
Her father stirred. It was now or never. Judith pulled the noose drawing the two
ankles tightly together. Immediately she wrapped the free end of the cord around
a cross bar on the old bedstead. Caroline and Robert awoke with a start but
before they could take in what was happening Judith had slipped another noose
over one of her father's wrists and was pulling the free end around the bar at
the head end of the bed. She moved to her mother's side. Caroline now half
awake, started flailing her arms at her daughter but it was futile. Unable to
move her ankle, her movements were limited and Judith was able to slip another
noose over a wrist and pinion it to the bed rail. After that it didn't take long
for Judith to fasten the remaining wrists and ankles. Now she was able to turn
on the light.
Despite their shouting, and unchristian language both parents were Judith's
prisoners. Picking up a pair her mother's tights, she wound one leg around
Caroline's face forcing her mouth to open and then effectively gagging her.
Robert, realizing what she was about to do, refused to open his mouth but Judith
picked up her mother's knickers, rolled them in a ball and then pinched her
father's nose until he was forced to take a breath. The knickers were quickly
pushed in and bound in place with the other leg of the tights. Both were now
gagged by the same pair of tights which also held their heads close to each
other.
A smile appeared on Judith's face. For sixteen years they had dominated and
punished her. Now for once she had the upper hand. She unashamedly looked over
their naked bodies. Cum oozed from her mother's vagina and was drying on her
thighs. Her father's flaccid cock still glistened with his wife's bodily fluids.
There was a mark on her mothers right breast where it had been sucked. Judith
put her finger on it. Caroline's face went red with embarrassment. She flicked
the cock to the other side and looked at his balls. They were larger than she
had imagined. She tickled the underside of the head and it began to harden and
grow. "Wow!" she thought, "It's big. It's what made me!"
Judith returned to her real task before her and spoke quietly. "For years you
have beaten me for your pleasure. There is no need to pretend any longer it has
anything to do with religion or the clap-trap of driving out the devil. It was
always because you enjoyed hurting me. You both are sadists and you get a sexual
kick out of hurting me. Like tonight, you couldn't wait to fuck like rabbits
knowing you really punished me. You laughed over how much you hurt me. You both
enjoyed feeling my sore arse and touching my naked cunt." To humiliate them
still further Judith deliberately used the crudest terms she could think of.
"Now, that is all over. I'm leaving in the morning. I don't know where I shall
go, probably London, but whatever happens, it can't be much worse than living
here. You have given me your last thrashing ever!" She left the room, locked the
bedroom door from the outside and lay down on her own bed to await the morning.
Surprisingly she fell asleep and didn't awaken till 8 a.m.
