Chapter 2. A Second Attempt
Three nights later Bruce was again awakened this time by an alarm. Rushing to
the studio he blocked the doorway preventing Sarah's escape.
"I guess I didn't punish you enough the other night." Sarah glared and swore at
him trying to buy time enough to get away.
"You won't do it again, you fucking bastard!" Bruce kept his position by the
door, Sarah walked warily around the room. On the mantle over the disused
Victorian fireplace stood a vase about twelve inches high decorated with Chinese
motifs. It was above her head height but in one swift movement she grabbed and
threw it at his head. It missed but shattered against the wall.
For a split second time seemed to stand still. Both seemed horrified by the
sound of shattering china. In a low voice, full of anger and menace Bruce
growled, "You'll pay for that little bitch. That vase was very valuable. More
than that it had great sentimental value. My great grandmother's father brought
it back from china on one of the tea clipper ships and it has been handed down
to family ever since." Sarah darted to one side of the room in a false move to
fool him and then back again. The ruse didn't work. A large hand caught her arm
and as on the previous occasion she was effortlessly picked up and held.
"It had better be the police this time. At least with you in custody I might get
the insurance on the vase but that won't bring it back."
Dumping her on the bed he picked up the receiver and stood by the door. He
dialed 999.
"Which service do you want?"
"Police please."
"Your name Sir?"
"Bruce Masterton."
"Phone number."
"020 6712 432"
"And you post code Sir?" Bruce gave it.
"How can I help you?"
"I wish to report an intruder in my house."
"Click."
Sarah, panic stricken, pressed the button on the phone base to break the
connection. "No, please don't phone the police. I didn't take anything and I am
sorry for throwing the vase."
"You didn't take anything only because I put a pressure alarm under the money
pot. So why shouldn't I hand you over to the police."
With her head down Sarah whispered. "I will go to prison this time."
"You been in trouble before?" Sarah nodded. "Often?" Again Sarah nodded. "Tell
me."
"Why should I?" Some of the defiance Sarah had exhibited on their earlier
meeting came back. Bruce lifted the receiver again. "Okay. Okay, I'll tell you."
Sarah related how she had been in trouble for burglary, mugging and petty crime
since she was twelve. She actually did quite well from her activities but had
been caught on a number of occasions. The latest was a couple of months ago for
which she had been given six months probation.
"I was eighteen yesterday, so I am no longer legally a juvenile and with my
previous record they will send me to an adult prison."
"Why did you decide to come back here after so short a time?"
"Getting in through the laundry room was fairly easy, and I knew where the money
was and I thought you wouldn't expect the same thing to happen again so soon."
"You're right there I didn't ever expect to see you again especially after the
spanking." Some of Bruce's natural good humour returned and he laughed. "So do
you expect me to give you the same punishment again?"
"Better that than prison."
"Maybe not. It's obvious the last time wasn't sufficient. How should I punish
you this time?" Sarah didn't answer. "On your bare arse perhaps?" Bruce went on.
"If you say so."
"Trouble is this." Bruce indicated his already hard cock. "I was very tempted to
pull your jeans down the other night. I doubt if I could resist the temptation
if your cunt is naked and exposed in front of me. How would you feel about that?
And there is the question of how you pay for the vase. If I don't go to the
police I don't get the insurance so you must pay for it." Bruce paused, then
asked, "Do you still want to take my punishment or shall I phone?"
Sarah looked at the hard prick again. She was by no means a virgin but could she
take one that size. She guessed she could if she was worked up enough but would
he take the time? After all babies came out there and they were bigger than
that. But women went through a lot of pain giving birth. Would it hurt as much?
It was some minutes before she answered. "Is there no alternative? That broom
stick will kill me."
"No, it won't. I've had tight cunts before and I'm not going to tie you down and
rape you but I know that I may well be so stimulated that I will find it
difficult to control my actions. It will be better for you to try and
accommodate me willingly than for me to force my way in. Remember, your arse
will be sore as well."
"Okay bastard let me get this right. You are going to spank me and fuck me and
afterwards I am free."
"No, the insurance value on the vase is ?4,500. We would have to find a way for
you to pay that off. Perhaps by installments."
"Right then, let's get it over with so I can go home. That's if I still have a
home to go to." Sarah didn't elaborate but started to take her duffle coat off.
The phone rang.
"Bruce Masterton."
"Mr. Masterton. You phoned earlier but was cut off. Is everything okay."
"Sorry about that. Thought I heard a noise in the other room which I thought
might be the intruder but it was only a cat that had got in through the open
window. It must have been what smashed a vase that woke me. Have just managed to
get it out of the house."
"You shouldn't leave windows open at night Sir."
"I didn't think I had. Had it ajar this afternoon so perhaps the wind caught
it."
"Well if you are sure Sir."
"Yes, thank you. I heard the noise and panicked."
"Better to be safe than sorry Sir. Good night."
"Let me do it," offered Bruce when Sarah started to remove her coat again.
Although she rightly guessed it was just so he could feel her body as he peeled
the clothes off, Sarah thought it best to humour him. He might go easier on her
if she kept him in a good mood. Bruce took full advantage of the situation to
play with her breasts fondle her body. For her part, Sarah felt moisture flowing
in her vagina from the stimulation. She was amazed at how gentle he could be
with his undoubted strength. Had her anger at being caught a second time not
kept surfacing, she might have enjoyed it more.
Bruce was quite surprised to notice her bum was still rather red from his
previous attention. "Well," he thought, "it is going to be a lot redder when I
have done today." To her he said, "I see you still have the marks from your
previous visit. I wonder how just how long today's will show."
"Fuck you! Bastard!" Sarah spat what seemed to be her favourite words at him.
"You're enjoying this."
"More than you will, Sarah, that's for sure."
Almost without warning Sarah felt herself being lifted and laid across Bruce's
lap. For his comfort and some stimulation he placed his cock between her thighs.
Sarah felt it and involuntarily closed her legs, trapping his manhood tightly
between them. She thought she had some idea of what to expect but was totally
unprepared for the pain that followed the first strike from his large hard hands
to her bare flesh. "Ooowwwwhhh!" she cried out, "Not so hard, I can't take it.
You'll kill me."
"No, I won't kill you but you will be very sore and you will remember this for a
long time. That is the whole idea." With that he proceeded to slap the already
reddening bottom with steady hard strokes. Sarah screamed, wriggled and squirmed
but to no avail. She tried kicking but without her shoes it was ineffective.
Bruce's left hand easily held her firm. Neither of them counted the smacks but
it was a considerable number. Her yelling had at first increased in volume with
the number of slaps but now had levelled to a steady wail. Bruce realised any
more would have little effect.
Lifting her from his lap Bruce laid her carefully face up on his bed but even
the weight of her own body on her arse was too much and she screamed out with
the pain. Bruce knew he would either have to forcibly restrain her or forgo the
fuck. He didn't want either.
Picking her up again he turned her face down and lay on the bed alongside the
sobbing girl. The chill night air seemed to hit him then and he pulled the
bedclothes back over them both. Again Sarah cried out but accepted he was trying
to help. "If you lay close alongside me, then most of the weight of the blankets
will be on me," Bruce whispered to her. "I'll postpone the fuck for a while."
"Just let me go home, you fucking bastard."
"If you still have a home to go to, you said earlier. And no, you are not going
home yet. You're not in any fit state to go anywhere and we have the other debt
payments to work out. Just lie still. I won't hurt you any more unless you force
me to." Sarah felt an arm around her and pull her body close to his.
"You're just a bloody pervert!"
"You could be in a police cell awaiting trial."
"I wouldn't be as fucking sore, that's for sure."
"And you wouldn't be lying naked against an equally naked man," laughed Bruce.
For a while they lay side by side both awake and thinking their own thoughts.
Bruce dropped off to sleep and was quietly snoring. Sarah was too sore to sleep.
Part of her wanted to escape but could not think of a way of getting out of the
bed without disturbing the man alongside. Another part wanted to stay in the
comforting embrace of the man; the man who had punished her so severely.
An hour later she was still awake. "I need to piss," she thought, "perhaps I can
use that as an excuse to get out of bed and escape." The arm underneath her
chest was causing her some discomfort too but was no longer clasping her around
the back. Slowly she eased herself up. At every slight movement she waited and
listened to hear if Bruce awoke. Each movement caused her arse to complain but
she kept quiet. Luckily the bed was not against a wall so was accessible from
her side. Her feet touched the floor and she went to free her body from the
blankets and tried to stand. Pain shot to her brain and she could not suppress a
cry. Bruce woke and switched on the light.
"I need to pee."
"Bathroom is second door on the right." Sarah tried to walk but her legs almost
collapsed. Quickly Bruce came to her aid. Picking her up her carried her to the
bathroom. This was as spacious as the other rooms in the old house. It had a
full size enameled cast iron bath of unknown vintage, a separate modern shower
unit, wash basin and toilet. All reasonably but not spotlessly clean.
"Put your arms around my neck and I will hold you so you don't have to sit on
the seat." At first Sarah couldn't believe what she had heard. Was he going to
stay in the room while she pissed? Surely not. But then she saw the sense in
what he said and allowed herself to be held. Once more she felt his prick
against her body and wondered if he would really fuck her. Again she was torn
between the desire to get away and to stay in security of his arms.
When she finished he stood her on the floor and directed his cock at the bowl.
Sarah felt compelled to watch the forceful stream. A few shakes and he finished.
"Women can't shake themselves dry you know. We have to wipe," Sarah commented.
The paper was on the other side of the pan to her. Bruce snapped a piece and
pressed it to her cunt. "Better?" he enquired. She nodded. "Now let's look at
your arse and see what we can do to relieve some of the pain." In the full
length mirror they both looked at the highly coloured red and purple area. She
winced when he touched it even very gently. "I think a soak in the bath would
help."
"I can't sit on it."
"No, but you can kneel and the warm water with some Radox in should help relax
the muscles a little." Bruce ran the water and when ready lifted her in. After
the initial shock of kneeling she did indeed find the water soothing. Bruce
started washing her face and hair. It was a man's soap and shampoo but she
didn't care or comment. The dirt from her crying was washed away. Moving
downward, Bruce washed her full little breasts, massaging them until the nipples
were erect.
"You really are a fucking bloody pervert," Sarah reiterated.
"In a way I guess I am but from the state of your nips it looks as if you are
too. But yes, I am enjoying having you here and toying with your body. There's
lots of things I would like to do with you besides having a good screw." He bent
down and started sucking a nipple and then tried to take more and more of her
breast into his mouth. It didn't hurt so Sarah decided to let him continue and
gradually felt herself becoming excited.
To wash the lower half of her body he helped her stand and spread her legs while
he attended to the pubic area. Again the wash was more of a massage than
necessary and he finished by tonguing her slit and sucking her clit. No man had
treated her like this. In her limited experience all they wanted was to get
their cocks in, bang, bang and clear off. She was nearing an orgasm when he
tried to pull away. Grabbing his ears she pulled him close, "No you don't! Keep
sucking. Don't stop yet." Bruce obeyed until her climax came.
"You liked that. You can do the same for me later." She knew what he meant but
wasn't sure about doing it. Turning her he sponged the sore arse, helped her
from the water and dried her on a fluffy towel. From the bathroom cabinet he
took a tube of salve he'd used on pulled muscles and some Ibuprofen tablets.
Sarah took two of the tablets and allowed him to apply the salve. Each time he
touched her bottom pain shot through her body but she knew he was trying to be
careful and the bath did seem to have had some effect. Perhaps the pills would
kick in soon.
Returning to the bed, they once more lay side by side and eventually both had a
little sleep.
