Traffic sucked. Jenna swore to herself that half the people on the road were just idiots who couldn't even COMPREHEND the term 'defensive driving'. Normally, she wouldn't have minded so much, but she was already in a snit from a lousy day at the office. Urlacher's report had been late...AND it was a half assed job if ever she saw one. She'd probably have to write him up tomorrow, but that was tomorrow. Right now she was focused on getting home, and seeing what the hell her family was up to.
Control was key. Jenna demanded control over every facet of her life. At work and at home she was the boss. It had always been that way. She always excelled at work and school, but her social life had suffered. Not enough quality men would accept her absolute control over them. It took a long time for her to find a good man. In her way, Jenna was very traditional, it was just that she wore 'the pants', not her husband. Jenna had been married for a number of years now and had two 18 year olds in her house. And as 18 year olds will, they were really starting to rebel. Trying to 'establish their identities' or some such rubbish. When they were little, they were pretty good. Jenna was a strict disciplinarian, but lately...
Sadie, her oldest had become a vapid, air head. Obsessed with boys, she had developed pigheadedness similar to Jenna when she was younger. She was also, exhibiting Jenna's healthy drive for sex. Jenna knew she'd have to keep an eye on her. Her son Cliff was more even tempered. But HE'D really been feeling his oats lately, staying out late doing whatever. HE thought he was a man now, and that was what she'd have to be on the lookout for with him.
"I've just got to get their attention." She said to no one in particular as he took the expressway off ramp to her subdivision. It had been a long day, maybe discipline could wait. As long as Sadie tidied up the dining room, things would be fine. She would order some Chinese...plop down on the couch and watch Nip/Tuck and maybe play with husband before bed. As she pulled up to the driveway, she'd worked the stress of the workday out of her system. She took a cleansing breath, glad to be home. It wouldn't last.
"This kitchen is abysmal!" Jenna shouted. Her daughter, staring at her with slack jawed teen indifference, seemed not to notice. Or maybe she didn't hear her, Jenna couldn't tell what with those tiny earphones she always wore.
"Did you HEAR me?" She bellowed. Sadie looked up, glassy-eyed and zombie like.
"Huh?" She said, taking out the miniature earphones of her I-Pod.
Jenna sighed deeply. She ran her ring bearing fingers through her well coifed, short auburn hair in frustration.
"I DID tell you to I wanted this kitchen clean when I got home didn't I?"
Silence.
"Well?!"
"Uh...yeah."
"And you didn't do it...becausssse?" Jenna put her hands on her hips and leaned in closer to Sadie.
"Sorry."
Jenna was a blur of motion. Her hand snaked out and snatched the I-pod cord from her daughter's unmotivated head, and in a liquid motion wrapped it tight around her neck. She yanked hard on the cord bunched in her fist and jerked her daughter to her feet.
Sadie began gasping and flailing her arms but without any air she had no strength to resist, even if she did have the will.
Without ceremony Jenna slammed Sadie's torso face down on the kitchen table. Sadie gurgled and struggled but was completely helpless. With her left hand holding the cord (and keeping Sadie prone over the table), she deftly hiked up her skirt with her right hand, exposing Sadie's pale, but perfectly toned heart-shape ass. The fact that she wasn't wearing any panties only further irritated her mother. But what REALLY irked her was that Sadie (that lazy tramp) had an ass that it took three hours a week in the gym for Jenna to maintain.
"Lazy slut! What have I told you about underwear!? Are you trying to get pregnant?" Jenna picked up a large wooden serving spoon out of the bowl of beans laying on the table left over from last night's dinner (That Sadie SHOULD have cleaned up this morning...) and brought it down hard across Sadie's pert butt leaving a nice red mark AND a few clinging beans from the spoon.
"EEEEEIIEIIEE!" Sadie jumped up but was held fast by the cords around her neck.
"That's as fast as I've seen you move all day!"
SWAK!
"I'm going to teach you that your work has to be done young lady!"
SWAK!
"To get ahead in this life...you keep your nose to the grindstone..."
SPLAT!
"And your worthless whore legs shut!"
SWAP!
Sadie's ass had several deep reddish welts on it now as the girl squealed and whimpered to be let go. She kicked her legs feverishly, but was held fast. Jenna rained down blow after blow on Sadie's bruised and welted buttocks. Jenna let some slack in the cords to keep enough air coming into her throat that she wouldn't pass out...but not enough to let her struggle.
"STOP! Please! Dear Go-ACK!" Jenna gave a savage jerk on the cord.
"Have you learned your lesson?"
"Yess! Yess! Fuck yes! I'm sorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorry" Sadie broken whimpers turned into full blown sobs, and tears cascaded down her coal outlined eyes and painted cheeks.
"WHY are you sorry?"
"For not cleaning the kitchen! S-s-orrryy!"
"AND?"
Only Sadie's broken sobs could be heard. But nothing else.
SMACK!
"AAAAAHHHHH!"
"AND?"
"FUCK YOU!"
Jenna's fury exploded all over Sadie's damaged backside. She put all her strength in wicked, whistling blows that had Sadie's ass leaping and wiggling like twin bowls of gelatin. For Sadie's part her grunts and cries convulsed into one long wailing shriek. Her hips bucked again and again but she was powerless. Finally, she broke.
"PLEASE!!!!!!"