Kathy Andrews: Disciplined mother

"Uhhhfhfhfhhhffff!"

"Nice show. Real nice. Now you can think about it for a while. I might keep both of you around just for sport," Mike said, pulling Krystal from her mother, then sliding her ankles from the iron hoops. The girl fell to the floor with a thud, lying at her mother's feet until Mike slipped both hands under her arms and dragged her back. Krystal moaned again as Carla strained against the metal band choking her. She watched as Mike freely pawed her, sticking his fingers up the girl's cunt, her ass, pinching and eating her nipples, all in front of her mother.

Carla moaned, realizing what she had done in her own weakness. Now there was hell to pay – her own hell. Standing there, she watched as Mike fastened a rope around Krystal's right wrist, then attached it to another suspended iron ring to her left. He pulled it manually over a pulley until the girl began to rise, her toes barely scraping the floor. In another moment, the teen was well above the concrete, her eyes reflecting pain – but something else as well. Next, Mike attached an anklet around Krystal's right ankle and another around her left wrist. The big stud lifted and bent back his victim's legs, attaching the two bands together with another rope. Krystal groaned, but kept back the tears as she hung from the one wrist, her body awkwardly contorted by the strange bonds.

"It's a good time to think about what's gonna go down from now on. I want your daughter here for a little while longer," Mike told Carla. He rubbed the back of one hand over the girl's pussy, drawing another moan of delight from the girl. "She's a good pupil – does as well in classes as she does in here. You can visit her when you like – but you'll have to join in."

"I, I don't…"

Carla hesitated, dropping her eyes as she stared at her helpless daughter.

"I'll give you time to think about it. I'll be back," Mike said, nodding to the girl, the leaving the room discreetly.

"Krystal, we can bluff him! I can get you out of here and…"

"Mother, I don't want to go. I want to stay here. He's right," Krystal said, moving her wrist about as little as she could to ease the weighty pain. "I like it here. I belong here… and so do you."

The words shocked Carla into silence. She stood there, watching her daughter twist around in her bonds, thinking of what Krystal had said…

Belong here! Any other mother would have recoiled in horror. But Carla found herself thinking over the situation, then almost smiling as she thought of those "visits". Mike was right. She would think it over – perhaps after he came back and showed her just what he had meant.

After all, it would be interesting visiting her daughter here at this school – certainly more exciting than any open house in a regular school. Discipline, Carla thought with a sigh. The world just needs more discipline.