Helen strode over to her daughter and slapped her face.
"Slut!" She hissed, pointing at Alison who lay curled up on the floor like a contented cat. "Get her out of here. Now!"
"But mum..." Elaine protested, flinching away from another blow.
"No 'buts' young lady. Do as you're told." Helen demanded, back-handing the other side of her face.
"...I love her!" She insisted, warding off the next blow with the hand that held the bottle. It slipped from her grasp, flew over her mothers shoulder and detonated against the wall like a grenade.
"You what?" Helen stared at her daughter as though she'd just been slapped herself.
"We're in love." Alison said, raising herself on one hand to look Helen in the eye. "It's not like we're just fucking around."
"You mind your language my girl." Helen warned, striding across the floor to pick Alison up.
"Get the fuck out!" She demanded, plucking her from the floor like a rag doll and flinging her onto the sofa with little effort.
"Please mum." Elaine said tearfully.
"Not another peep out of you." Her mother ordered, gathering clothes off the floor. "Get to bed."
"It'll be okay babes." Alison soothed. "There's always tomorrow."
Elaine burst into tears and fled upstairs.
"You should know by now." Helen said. "That tomorrow never comes."
"That's why I always seize the moment." Alison said, provocatively parting her long legs.
"Impulsive little mynx aren't you?" Helen sighed. "Don't you have any control over that?"
Alison giggled, stroking her smooth lips. "Sometimes. But It's been very naughty tonight - are you going to spank me again?"
Helen gave her a cold smile. "Tell me." She whispered. "Do you plan on fucking your way through my whole family?"
The memory of finding this tramp with her husband was the injury which had caused their break-up and now she had added the insult of being caught with her daughter. Helen had slapped every part of her she could lay hands on the first time and intended to repeat the lesson. She poured herself a half-glass of wine from the last of the bottle and watched the slutty bitch through slitted eyes.
"That wine has a very fruity flavour." Alison laughed, rolling off the sofa to kneel on the floor, arching her back to present herself for another lesson.
"Answer me bitch." Helen demanded, taking a sip of from her glass. She detected a familiar bitter-sweet after taste and wondered what else the kinky slut had been up to.
"Ready when you are Mrs Woolmer." She simpered, wiggling her buttocks and burying her head in the cushions.
"So that's how you want to play it?" Helen tossed the remnants of her drink down her throat with a flick of the wrist and wiped her mouth. 'I bet you are!' She thought, rolling the sleeves of her shirt up her well muscled forearms.
The first blow went some way to easing the frustration she felt at how the evening had gone with her recalcitrant spouse. The second and third brought her rage to fruition and began to leave its mark on the younger girls flesh.
Alison screeched into the cushions and arched her back as the pleasure-pain ripped along her spine. She tried to keep count, but became disorientated under the furious assault, pleading in earnest as the game became deadly serious.
"Please...OW! NO! Oh please...Mrs Woolmer...OW! Don't...please no...OWWWW!"
The first spanking she'd received upon being caught with Steve's cock in her mouth was a mild admonishment compared to this. A great weight settled onto the small of her back and a hand pressed her head into the cushion, muffling her cries as the pain in her buttocks intensified.
"Bitch! Bitch! Bitch...!" Helen punctuated each blow as revenge made her eyes gleam with feral lust as she laid into the soft cheeks relentlessly; only changing hands when her arm ached. No matter what Alison did she couldn't wriggle free, and when the beating descended onto her vulnerable pussy she realised she didn't particularly want to. The fire in her cunt raged out of control and no amount of juice would quench it.
"...Bitch! Bitch! You dirty bitch!" Helen exclaimed, realising she wasn't giving her the beating she deserved - she was beating her off!
Alison raised her head and moaned as the beating stopped and the weight lifted from her back. Damnit! She'd been so close!
"You enjoyed that - didn't you? Whore!" Helen hissed venomously into her ear.
"Oh no Mrs Woolmer!"
"Liar!"
"No honestly, it hurt so much. Thank-you!"
"I can smell how much it hurt. Now get your clothes on and get out!"
Alison got up slowly, her knees wobbling like a new born faun. She slipped her skirt and T-shirt on without bothering to put on her sodden underwear, which she simply stuffed into her purse under the watchful eye of her antagonists wrath.
"Don't fuck with me again young lady. Understood?" Helen snapped over her shoulder as opened the front door.
"Or Elaine will find out exactly who was fucking her father." She whispered.
"Yes madam." Alison said, rubbing her sore buttocks demurely as she went out, the cool night air sobered her thoughts but did nothing to put out the burning sensation in her loins.
Helen smiled to herself as she watched the chastised girl's buttocks twitch pertly away.
"Know your place my dear." She whispered, closing the door quietly. She looked up the stairs and took a deep breath adding, "and that goes for you too," while pondering the merits of using the paddle or the strap for Elaine's lesson.
(*)(*)
Alison wiggled homeward with a light heart and warm glow between her legs. The Fraser's dog barked manically as it caught her honeyed scent drifting by in a perfumed cloud and she laughed gaily, making her way to the short-cut home through the park. She made a bee-line for the open gate and strode into the moonlit night with the confidence of youth. The trees seemed to lean together as she walked by, whispering secretly of things they'd seen. All Alison could hear was leaves, rustling in the breeze and a delicate sigh, carried almost imperceptibly to her ears. She stopped, her eyes swivelling wildly as she tried to see who was there but the night yielded nothing more menacing than a carelessly discarded empty packet tumbling by. The sound drifted past again as she prepared to carry on walking. It seemed to come from behind a shadowy clump of bushes to her left. Cautiously, she stepped off the path and made her way towards them. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but Alison's could murder a whole pride of them!
Hardly daring to breathe for fear of giving herself away she peered round a tangle of branches and discerned a crouching figure, about 10' away, head down with their back to her. She smothered a giggle with a hand over her mouth as she realised they were urinating with some relief. Another sigh wafted past along with the steady splash of liquid on the grass. The view became obscure as clouds drifted across the moon, forcing her to step a little closer. The sighs of relief became moans of arousal as the stranger wiped herself and began to rub more vigorously between her spread legs.
'You kinky cow!' Alison thought, kneeling in the undergrowth to watch more closely as the moon peeped from behind the clouds, revealing all to her horny gaze. She twiddled her clit softly and dipped a finger inside her pussy, smearing juices over her flesh as she saw the stranger begin to fuck herself quickly with three fingers, jabbing them in knuckle-deep.
Alison did the same, cursing to herself as the moon passed through some broken cloud, providing a stroboscopic show. The hand flashed up and down in a stop-start relay as her sexual desires grew lurid, spraying the sodden grass with musk. The scent aroused her memories of Elaine.
