Making sure that my feet were set properly I began to give that cunt the hell it richly deserved. The first blow landed flush, neatly covering the target. Her eyes widened, then shut as the second strike followed. My arm rose and fell with mechanical precision as I tried to turn that fat-lipped grotto into a pulp. Each blow caused her to lunge mindlessly against the leather straps holding her in place. I began to try to time my blows so that some smashed into that lunging plump mound at its zenith. Those were the most satisfying hits, as it seemed she was deliberately offering her most sensitive area to be kissed by the fiery pain that I was generating.
It was impossible to sustain this assault. The tremendous expenditure of energy in the oppressive heat took its toll. On the other hand, there was no way that I wanted Sayali to have respite from the pain that this beating was creating in her piss soaked core. By now there was a steady stream of tears flowing down her cheeks adding to the pool of sweat and piss that had formed around her battered and bruised body. Even though my attack had been savage, even merciless, it had yet to draw any blood. This was merely an observation, not a critique. The girl's tears, trembling bruised body and ragged breathing were reward enough for me at this time. I still had one goal to reach. I wanted for some strange reason to beat her crotch to the point that those soaking wet panties would split from the force of my blows, completing her denuding.
I resumed the beating with blows that were less frequent but more powerful. They had the desired effect of causing a spray of sweat and urine to arc out from her swollen slit. The lips of her cunt had swelled until they appeared to be one fat, crimson strip. I concentrated on flattening that rounded ridge of flesh and succeeded over and over. I adjusted my strikes to go a bit higher on her in hopes that the drag from the beaver tail would shred the waistband of those damned panties, but they held fast. It became a game wrapped in an obsession for me. I played with all the ardor of one of those pinball addicts one saw in the arcades that were so popular in this wondrous land.
My entire world, all my reality was centered in that cunt and its skimpy sheer shield that resisted my every attempt to breach it. My arm rose and fell driving the head of the flogger into that plump pussy from every imaginable angle. Fountains of salty liquid flew through the air as blow upon blow smashed into that sore strip of female flesh. I was consumed by this madness and might have literally beaten the girl to death had not Neleema intruded. "Enough, my daughter has had enough." She kept repeating this mantra almost in rhythm with the relentless blows I dealt to that now senseless bundle of battered skin and flesh. Finally she captured my arm and held on grimly as I still developed enough strength to make a weak hit against Sayali's wet flesh. It was then that she broke through the red mist that had covered my eyes.
"Enough, my child has had enough." Her words penetrated through the rage and frustration that had held me in thrall. I dropped the sweat soaked flogger onto the bed beside my victim and took a very deep breath of the musky air to clear my head. Sayali looked as if she was sleeping free of the pain she had endured for so long a time. The rage and anger had passed, I felt something quieting enfold me, and realized it was coming from my former lover and the mother of the child I had so brutally mistreated. I held her hand as she led me from the bedroom.
It was not until Neleema preceded me into her bedroom that I realized she was naked. My attention had been so focused on Sayali that I was oblivious to that body that I had so enjoyed penetrating, kissing and licking. I stopped to take in those heavy, slightly sagging breasts, the rounded belly that utterly fascinated me and that musky mound guarded by its thatch of thick curly pubic hair. My attention to her nakedness seemed to please and discomfort her at the same time. She solved that problem neatly by telling me that we had been through some extremely trying times today and what was needed was rest. "Tomorrow there will be time for other things." Her closing remark was spoken with a very small, but to me, very significant smile. Within minutes I was asleep, safe within her bed, almost as if I were a kid once more.
I would like to say that when I awoke she and I made glorious and passionate love, but that would not be true. At first she rebuffed me gently and when I became more insistent she angrily pushed me away. "There is much both of us have to accomplish today. This other thing can wait until we are in control of things. If you wish I will tend to Sayali while you prepare yourself to meet with her teacher if you can. The workmen will be arriving in another hour or so and I must know exactly what you expect from them today. What do you wish me to do with your student in the other room if you do go to the college?"
To show how the mind sometimes seizes on trivia while it works to address more serious issues, all I could think was whether I had given the dimensions of Sayali's new abode in English or metric units. Recovering my wits I had to admit that Neleema's argument had great merit and so I retreated. Her references to Sayali were no longer harsh and negative; however they still showed no affection for her disowned daughter. At this point Neleema's neutral stance was one that would not impede my initial plans for the girl. A movement in either direction from this position would in all likelihood prove harmful if it occurred before these first few steps were successfully accomplished.
