Ted Leonard: Disciplined daughter

Surprisingly enough, Regina Fairfield smiled. Cindy didn't like that smile. It looked evil. She'd rather the woman got mad.

"Every right in the world, my dear," the woman said slowly and softly. "I have the authority right here, signed by your distraught parents. They have placed you in my care and I intend to care for you whether you like it or not."

"Fuck you?" Cindy blurted.

The woman laughed and her dark eyes sparkled with something that looked like absolute glee. Cindy couldn't understand that. There didn't seem to be any anger in this creature. Just slow methodical calculation. Something icy ran up and down Cindy's spine.

"Fuck," Mrs. Fairfield said, as if tasting the word. "An interesting term. All you young girls use it these days. Do you like to fuck, Cindy?"

"That's none of your fucking business!"

"On the contrary, child. That is my business. You are here for sexual misconduct, are you not? Oh, yes, your sex-life is my business."

"It is not!"

"I see in your file that you sucked off fifteen boys. Ambitious of you, wasn't it?"

"I refuse to talk to you about things like that," Cindy countered. "That's my private life."

"Wrong," Regina Fairfield said calmly. "Totally wrong of you, Cindy. You do not have a private life here. For the duration of your stay with us your private life is the life I'm going to give you."

Cindy's fury mounted and her tits rose and fell with her labored breathing. She had meant to remain cool and calm and show this bitch just who the boss was, but something was radically wrong now. Regina Fairfield was in complete control of the situation because she wasn't losing her cool. Not at all. She looked frozen.

"Another tough one," one of the matrons said.

"Yes," Mrs. Fairfield agreed, eyeing Cindy up and down. "But we know how to handle tough chicks here."

"Can I go now?" Cindy asked. She wanted to appear bored with them, bored and uncaring.

"You don't go anywhere around here unless I say so," the woman said evenly. "You go when I tell you to." Her eyes took on a luster as she added, "And you come when I tell you to."

Cindy caught the inflection in her flat voice. So that was it! She felt proud of herself. She looked around the room, through the windows, then back to the woman.

"What's going on here? You're talking about sex. There are no men around here. What are you into? Lesbianism? Well, go ahead, lick my cunt all you want. I love it!"

The woman and the matrons simply stared at her. Cindy didn't know that she was digging a hole for herself as she gave away her thoughts.

"I can smell sex a mile away, lady," she sneered. "I can tell a dirty old man a block away. I wasn't born yesterday. If you think you can threaten me with fucking or lesbian sucking, you've got another thought coming. Sex doesn't scare me."

Her mind flashed on the frightened little girl in the bathroom. "Is that what you use for punishment on these little chicks? Shit! Sex hasn't bothered me much since I started fucking years ago!"

"Yes," Regina Fairfield said with a crooked smile, "a woman of the world, aren't you?"

"A regular swinger," one of the matrons giggled.

"A real hard-ass," said the other.

Regina Fairfield straightened her shoulders and said, "I run a tight ship around here, Cindy. Some of the girls behave and never learn about my discipline methods. But I can see you want to get right to it."

"I don't give a damn what you do to me," Cindy retorted. "You don't scare me. I ain't one of those meek little kids you have here."

"We'll see about that," Mrs. Fairfield said with a smile. "I certainly can't have you influencing the others with your rebelliousness. I guess we will have to teach you a lesson right away. We like order around here. We do not tolerate upheaval and disobedience."

"Shove it up your ass," Cindy said.

The woman heaved a sigh. She came around the desk and Cindy thought she might slap her face. But she didn't. She grinned at Cindy. "Bring her along, girls," she said, and walked by. The two matrons took Cindy by the arms and Cindy was amazed at how strong their grip was. Were they dykes? Or what? What in hell was going on around line?

She was led out of the luxurious offices and across a plush carpet to a rear door. It opened onto stairs down which Cindy was half-led, half-pulled. At the bottom of the steps was another door. This opened, to Cindy's amazement, upon a luxurious rumpus room.

Even as she was yanked across the plush carpeting, Cindy noted that the renovated basement was beautiful, furnished well with comfortable overstuffed chairs and sofas. The walls were papered in pink, and the lighting seemed dimly red.

The two matrons led Cindy across the room to what looked like a huge square of wood full of holes. She soon discovered what the holes were for. She was placed with her back to the large platform. Her wrists were manacled above her head to the board, then her ankles were cuffed. The cuffs were fur-lined.

"We don't like to leave any marks," Regina Fairfield said with a slow simile.

Cindy found herself spread-eagled on the board, her arms and legs stretched wide, like a big X. "What are you going to do to me?" she demanded, still defiant. Her blue eyes shot sparks, she was so angry.

Mrs. Fairfield chuckled. Cindy eyed her with new suspicion. What was the old bitch laughing about? What had Cindy gotten herself into?

Cindy saw the woman nod her head at one of the girls. The matron went across the room to a side door and gripped the knob. Genuine fear began to rise in Cindy as her fertile young imagination started to work. What was behind that ominous-looking door? A man? Some kind of sexual pervert that Regina Fairfield used to rape disobedient girls? Or was she to be whipped? What?

The matron opened the door and leaned inside and called out something. Cindy's eyes stared hurtfully as her heart raced behind her rapidly rising and falling tits. She shot a glance at the wicked-looking supervisor of the isolated home and wondered what perversion burned in her mind. Cindy was sure of one thing – this had something to do with sex. Mrs. Fairfield seemed much too interested in the sex-lives of her prisoners.

So Cindy braced herself. Okay, she said to herself, bring it on. I don't give a fuck what you do. You're not going to frighten me. At least you'll never know if I'm frightened!

"Like a fox," Regina Fairfield murmured, and her coal-black eyes fixed on Cindy's. She gave another nod of her head and somehow the board Cindy was cuffed to began to tilt backward, further and further. When she was in a prone position, the whole apparatus began to noiselessly sink to the floor.

Cindy stared in disbelief as the two matrons knelt beside her. They bent over her and opened the front of her dress. They exposed her luscious, pink and white tits and slowly caressed them, teasing her nipples until she wiggled.

"What are you doing?" Cindy spit angrily.

"Get your fucking hands off of me! You have no right to touch me like this? Stop that!"

Cindy's head snapped back and forth she glared at each girl. She warned them, yelled at them, cursed them, but the matrons went on kneading and mauling her proud, jutting tits. It was then that Cindy first noticed something that gave her a weird chill up her back. The beautiful matrons never looked at her face or into her eyes. It was as if only her tits existed, and each girl concentrated on arousing one of them.

"What is this?" Cindy screeched, feeling her tits hardening. The girls' gentle fingers were making her pink nipples stiffen erotically. "Stop this! How dare you! You fucking lesbian perverts? Get your God damned hands off my tits!"

It was as if she had not spoken, almost as if she weren't even there, only her precious tits. Regina Fairfield settled on a comfy sofa and stuck a cigarette into a silver holder. She lit up and blew smoke, her eyes riveted on the hands of her matrons who were slowly manipulating Cindy's taut young tits.