The Group House

"Hello Miss Pratt." Kathy said as she looked up at Prattsie and Alex. Indeed she was naked and kneeling, and Alex guessed if she wasn't so meek she probably would have quite a social life.

"This is Master Alex, hope you don't mind, but I actually don't give a shit if you do, Kathy. Have you your pitiful list of this week's fuck-ups?" Alex bit his tongue to keep from laughing. Prattsie had gone to school to be a psychiatrist after they'd left St. Casimirs, but had quit med school to start her uh, "practice" and she was sort of a cross between Freud, Dr. Laura, and Satan.

Prattsie came over and unlocked the neck and wrist cuffs, as well as the metal ball from the ankle, and poor Kathy stood up, stretching and rubbing her wrists. "Well, the list?"

Kathy looked sad. "Yes...I have the list--" "Memorized, I hope...I can't stand those damn legal pads you use." Miss Pratt tapped her foot, and Kathy stared at Miss Pratt's breasts through the tight white turtleneck.

"Well...I have trouble remembering..." Kathy picked up a legal pad and Miss Pratt leaned over and snatched it from Kathy, cuffing her on the side of the head as she did.

"Listen to this pathetic list, Alex...this is what she feels guilty about. It makes me ill.

Miss Pratt surveyed the list.

"I don't call my mother enough...you don't? But you hate your mother, she's a cunt!"

Prattsie shook her head and picked a long ruler-shaped paddle off the desk. Alex noted it had countersunk holes, presumably to combat air resistance when it was swung through the air.

"Stand up, Kathy and grab your ankles."

Kathy stood up and bent over, barely grasping her legs. "You really need more aerobics, babe."

WHACK! WHACK! Prattsie landed the paddle two more times. "You need this, Kathy. You don't need to see your mother, what good is she to you? She just makes you miserable...think I would? I haven't seen either of my parents since I was ten years old!"

Alex smiled, lighting a Kool. This was true. Prattsie had won a full academic scholarship to Smith College, , moving out of a trailer park where her mother, "Punchboard" Pratt, lived with a variety of bums. Prattsie's father "Poacher" Pratt was serving seventy-five to life for kidnapping rare bald eagles and holding them for ransom from the Audubon Society.

When the bitchy Dean's daughter had made fun of Prattsie's Kmart jeans, Prattsie had pulled Tess's designer Calvins down and whaled her with a pancake spatula in front of the entire First Form social studies class.

They must've made up, because somehow Tess had convinced her parents to allow the plain, bespectacled IQ genius scholarship kid to spend all her holidays with the family, including winters at San Tropez and all summer long at Biarritz.

This had been especially efficacious after "Punchboard" had been committed to the State Hospital for slicing her latest boyfriend's throat a year or so later. When Prattsie was fourteen, she'd applied for legal emancipation and shunned vacations with Tess's family in favor of spending her holidays at the Ritz with "Uncle Bennie" a rich man she'd met at Club Paddles in New York.

"What's this next one? You haven't cleaned your house. so you're a fucking pig, huh?"

Prattsie pushed her glasses up on her nose and surveyed the unhappy Kathy. "I'm so sorry, Miss Pratt...please, you have to understand, I have so much work to do on this Microsoft case for the firm, ma'am." Kathy had straightened up after her lashes, and Prattsie snorted, pointing to the floor. "Ankles. Grab em. Alex, hand me the Plexiglas cane over there." Alex grimaced as he passed the vicious instrument over.

"Like the handle to this little mother, Alex? It's made of aircraft aluminum...no slipping." Kathy began sobbing softly as Miss Pratt landed the fiberglass cane six times on her tender bottom. "You've got to learn, healthy body, healthy mind hon." Kathy bit her lip, and tears fell off her face hanging just above the floor. "I...I just don't have time because..."

"Of the married man you're dating?" Miss Pratt threw the legal pad across the room. "I don't need to read anymore, I don't think. Alex, there's a large bullwhip in the corner there..."

Alex shook his head. "Look, I really need Tessa's number, Prattsie, this bullshit I do at home with half a dozen women." Prattsie looked at him skeptically. "Look, Alex...you're not a tough enough Master... you don't have what it takes for a girl like Tess, Shit, if I didn't..." Alex moved forward.

HALF AN HOUR LATER

Samuel moved to the door in response to Miss Pratt's ring. He unlocked it and started. There Alex was, standing over Miss Pratt, who was naked except of course for her glasses, and was industriously licking Alex's boots, while Kathy, who had gotten dressed was whacking Miss Pratt on the bottom.

"You're right, Alex...I do feel more confident!" Kathy said. Seeing Samuel she said, "Pratt-scum here has decided to give Alex Tessa's phone number, could you get it please?" Samuel looked at Miss Pratt, who nodded wearily as she continued to lick Alex's boots. WHACK! Kathy gave it to Miss Pratt again with the Plexiglas cane. "And Miss Pratt will tell Tessa what a remarkable dom you are, Alex...or I will!" Alex grinned and casually kicked Prattsie in the face.

October 10, 2003 8:30 pm

"Honey, I just don't see how you can let him treat you like that."

Arnie rubbed Kim's foot, staring at her earnestly as he had a million times before since they'd met in Randall Dorm back in 1994. "I mean, it's so abusive."

Kim smiled and dipped her head the way that always made Arnie a little dizzy. "Arnie, it isn't abusive if I ask for it...Look, I put an ad in the 'Washingtonian Magazine' just to meet someone like Alex." Kim looked at Arnie patiently. What a sweet man he was. What a shame he didn't like Tacey more. She tried again. " I brought the draft down of the ad if you're interested in seeing it."

As Kim's hand brushed Arnie's he felt that familiar thrill. What an afternoon it had been!

Despite his horror at seeing Kim whipped and subjugated by Alex (for it had continued) he'd been quite aroused at seeing her bare, whipped ass, and then he'd been allowed to see her wonderful tits, her bare breasts with the marvelous areolas—the color of the pale pink peek-a boo rose she'd delivered for Zeltner's Florists as a high school student in Ames, Iowa.

That bastard, that trust-fund preppie Alex had perceived his need. "You've wanted to see her boobs, eh, big boy? I see you trying to look at 'em." Arnie had blushed. For it was true, as Kim had been standing in the corner, naked except for the panties around her knees, Arnie had several times tried to check out her boobs, almost against his will.

Wasn't this VIOLATING her? "You can see them, baby. Turn around, Kimmie, out of the corner." Alex's voice was commanding, but Kim tried to argue. "Arnie's like a brother to me, Alex, I can't let him—and that wasn't a part of the bet, just that I stand naked in the corner."

Arnie had felt an unreasonable anger and resentment at the "brother" remark, though he'd tried to rationalize that by telling Tacey that he and she were like "Brother and sister" to get her off of the idea that they would ever date.

"Don't do it, Kim, I won't look!" Arnie said as Alex got up to force her to show her breasts. But when Alex had grabbed Kim by her auburn hair and pulled her around, Arnie hadn't been able to keep from gaping at t hose stupendous, beautiful breasts.

Mammoth, whitish and firm, still holding up like a seventeen year olds, with no sagging, though there were a number of faded scars and cuts that Arnie suspected were from Alex or some other dominant guy abusing her, some were years old.

Hanging on the nipples were steel clamps, which Alex began to unscrew.

"These are called 'adjustable screw nipple clamps' dude, and don't worry, she had them before I met her. I think she fingers herself with them on." Alex had taken off the clamps and dropped them in his pocket, and then flicked both nipples so they bounced painfully and Kim had gasped.

Alex had grasped Kim's breasts and waved them in Arnie's face, as Kim had stared at the ground, crying softly. "Don't you want to play with them, big boy?" Kim whispered.

"Alex, honey please...this is just too..." WHACK! Alex backhanded Kim and she was silent.

"Kneel, Piglet." Kim knelt, and Alex bent down and grabbed her breasts again, shaking them. "C'mon Arnie, I've watched you at picnics, whenever we're hanging out here...you just stare at her tits all the fuckin time. God, one day she was wearing a striped halter dealie and you dropped a plate of shit-on a shingle you were so enthralled. It's all yours, buddy boy."

Arnie began hyperventilating. Should he call the police? But Kim was just kneeling there, downcast.

Certainly she knew she had rights, she'd organized more than one Take Back The Night rally with him in the old days. Also, Kim was a brown belt and could have thrown Alex across the room. Alex took Kim by her hair and shook her head until she was dizzy.

"Alex, please, Master. this is so embarrassing, and you're messing with long term relationships I have here with my housemates." Kim's face was scarlet.

"This is very painful to me, and to Arnie." Alex let go of her hair for a moment. "Okay, get up, get dressed, you don't have to do any of this, it's a free country...hell, I'll split now."

Then, as Arnie and Tacy gaped, Kim looked up with streaming eyes and grabbed Alex's arm. "No, no, Sir, I-I'm so sorry..." She looked up at Arnie.

"Arnie, if it's not going to make you too uncomfortable, please, do what Alex wants." Arnie suddenly swung at Alex, but the lazy slacker was quicker than he thought, jumping out of the way, then patting Arnie on the cheek.

"I can knock you out if I have to...or order Kim to do it, you know...she's a martial arts type...but why don't you do what I want, and really want you want...you know you want to touch her luscious titties, don't you?"

And of course it was true...Arnie was drooling over this newly exposed Kim, as every ounce of his liberal conscience was attempting to pull him back from this near rape, or at least sexual assault of his dear friend.

I'll make it much easier for you." Smiled Alex. "Either you play with Kimmie's boobies or I'll throw hot coffee on them."

Arnie had gaped, and Tacy, strangely silent until then had horrifyingly said "Arnie wants to touch them, don't worry. And Kim's loving this...you've been a pervert slave girl apparently since college, right?" Alex smirked as Kim stared baldly at Tacy. "Tacy I shouldn't have let Alex—" Tacy stomped her foot. "Bullshit, you're lovin' this a lot."

.

Arnie had gaped, and Tacy, strangely silent until now, had horrifyingly said "He wants to...Arnie wants to touch them, and now he's got a noble excuse...you got yourself into this, Kim!" Tacy had looked angrily at Kim, who was kneeling on the floor, wet eyes downcast with her breasts being roughly handled by Alex.

Alex turned to Tacy and grinned. "Pisses you off, doesn't it? She's such a prima donna...Kimberly..." Tacy gritted her teeth.

Alex had snickered, and Arnie had been horrified that Tacy would allow her jealousy of Arnie's crush on Kim to get in the way of this situation where Kim was being obviously abused. Alex had held the coffee over Kim's breasts, spilling a bit on the areola, and Kim had yelped.

Kim had then said in a low, tearful voice.

"It's all right, Arnie, touch my breasts, if that's what Alex wants..."Tacy had screamed. "Yeah, Arnie, it'll be so fucking hard for you!" and she'd run up stairs and slammed her door just as Arnie had hesitantly touched Kim's glorious breasts for the first time in his life!

As Arnie remembered the mixture of guilt and desire that this experience had had on him, Kim's gentle tones brought him back to the present.

"Arnie?" Arnie's mind went from the memory of the beautiful naked, scarred breasts to seeing them now. There was a bit of Indian summer and Kim's breasts were now encased in a yellow sundress with light polka dots.

"Arnie, did you hear what I said? Do you want to see the ad I wrote—that Alex answered?"

Arnie took the paper dumbly.

"Errant SWF, 33, ISO firm, guiding hand. I've been told that I'm attractive and intelligent, but arrogant, and it hasn't kept me from getting into difficulties. Must have Master quell my strong will and overblown ego. A loving authority figure of either sex can respond."

Arnie almost shit his pants as he dropped the "draft" on the coffee table. "You-you sent this to the Washingtonian?"Arnie looked absolutely horrified.

Kim giggled. Arnie looked just like Woody Allen...he had this open-mouthed provincial...LOOK. That kind of old-womanish concern and shock that Woody was so famous for. Kim shook a sheaf of envelopes at Arnie. "And here are some of the creepier responses I got." Arnie took them from her and began sorting through them.

Kim smiled. She wanted to keep Arnie at ease, and it was amusing in a way.

She knew she had to kind of joke around with him, or Arnie might well call her parents and have her committed. Arnie was thick as thieves with Kim's mother, who thought Arnie was a great catch, for someone with no family money.

"See? Aren't those letters hilarious? Most of the guys are science fiction geeks, the sort that live with their moms...like Denny in our basement." Arnie's lip curled as he held up a black-and white Polaroid of a fatty in mended aviator glasses.

Arnie shook his head. "So what did Preppie Paul enclose, a shot of him leaning against his sports car?" Arnie sounded so unattractively bitter, Kim thought. "No, he just sent a 3x5 card asking for a picture of me and a copy of my W-2's."

"Your tax returns? To find out how much you made? Good God, I guess he made you take him out, the bastard. Kim, you are so beautiful, how ..." Kim interrupted. "No, Alex's first date with me, or our first get-together was taking me along to his fiancée's family reunion. He's engaged."

At this insult to his princess, Arnie was just holding his head in his hands. and Kim was thinking back to that event...

Kim had thought back to Sondra's family barbecue. Alex had instructed his fiancée Sondra, a regal blonde, who was bridling at Kim's presence to introduce her as a co-worker. This was tough, since Sondra was the anchor at Channel 23, and explaining Kim as what? A producer? But no one asked many questions.

During most of the barbecue Alex had ignored both Kim and Sondra, flirting heavily with Ingrid, Sondra's younger sister, who worked as an OB-GYN.

Kim had gathered from Sondra's comments that she had been quite competitive with Ingrid over the years. "Alex is just bothering Ingrid to get on our—my nerves. Look at her, flat as a board pear shaped—he's just flirting with her to piss me off."

At some point, Kim had gone inside to go to the bathroom, and then had gotten into a discussion with someone about curtains...and when she'd come out she'd been horrified to find Alex giving Sondra a bare-bottom whipping in front of everyone at the reunion.

Kim had seen from the looks of everyone there that they had never had anything like this happen before, but on the other hand, Sondra was kind of a bitch, and so they weren't saying anything...WHACK WHACK WHACK!

After Alex had thrown down his cane, he'd demanded that Sondra stay bent over while he and Ingrid had casually talked about her with her panties down...

Alex idly ran his fingers across the welts on Sondra's soft rear. "Master loves you, darling" he crooned.

Suddenly Alex had squeezed a blister, so suddenly that Sondra had screamed and burst into tears. "Jesus, what a crybaby" Ingrid had said spitefully. Alex had looked at Ingrid affectionately

"Yes, she's quite the brat, your older sister. Kim could see that Sondra damned herself for bursting out, but she hadn't been ready for the pinch. Sondra could take any torture in silence, nearly, if she was prepared for it, Alex had told Kim later.

The one thing she'd been proud of was how quiet she'd taking the whipping in front of everyone. Now they could tell what a wimp she really was.

Putting his arm around Lauren, Aubrey moved to where Sondra could peer up at them from her lowered position. "Perhaps you should discipline her now, Ingrid."

Alex had smiled at Ingrid, and Sondra had looked horrified. Ingrid had done it! "You sure?" Ingrid had looked a little doubtful. But Alex had given Ingrid the cane, and she'd whipped Sondra, in front of everyone at the family reunion.

Later in the car, Kim had heard Sondra sobbing "I--I've always been so competitive with her, that little bitch, and now she'll always have this over me!" But the worst had been afterwards, when Alex had ordered Sondra to fellate two or three of her college-age cousins in the back shed. Kim had shivered, but going home, her panties had been absolutely drenched.

Arnie looked at Kim, who was lost in thought. He shook her. "So that's your thing? You want to be abused, pushed around...you're picking up the check for some guy who is engaged to a woman, lives in a gay relationship with an older man, and there's like, no hope for a future with him?"

Arnie looked angry, and he took off his glasses, staring at her. Kim looked at her knees demurely. "It's kind of that way, I guess." She looked up at him. "I just...I don't know what it is I need...but I've always needed a firm hand, like I wrote in the ad."

Arnie stood up. He looked down at her.

"But yet, you're still a lazy slob around here, right? For the fourth time this week, you haven't changed the cat litter...remember when I told you, kidding of course that I'd throw it in your bed...maybe I should do that...that's the only thing that counts with you, right? Why the fuck should I do your chores?"

It pissed him off...he was always surreptitiously doing Kim's chores when she was too busy, he'd helped out with her share of the utilities because she'd spent all her fucking money paying for the room with Alex at the Grand Hyatt...and what was he? A chump?

Without knowing what he was doing, Arnie walked to the stairs. "Arnie! Wait..." Arnie turned wearily.

Kim stood up, and Arnie saw little bumps on the tips of her chest in the yellow polka-dotted dress. "Don't...don't pour the cat shit in my bed, sir." Arnie sighed. "Of course I'm not going to..." Sir? What did she say? "I'm just fucking pissed off that you're so..." Kim walked over to Arnie and took his arm, and leaned into him, so he could smell her Ombre Rose perfume. "I'm irresponsible, Arnie...like the ad said. I need a firm hand." Like a man in a dream, Arnie took Kim upstairs.

10:00 pm

As the sounds of Arnie's belt lashed Kim's buttocks and her squeals emitted through the wall, Tacy bit her pillow in rage. Tacy looked down on the floor, meditating on what a bitch Kim was, and what a loser Arnie was...she is so manipulative. Suddenly, Tacy noticed a weathered paperback just under the bed. She reached down and pulled it out.

"Kajira of Gore" Tacy looked disdainfully at the back cover, discussing a planet of fierce warriors and slave-girls... This was that creepy thing that Denny had left in the living room...this and that other book by Anne Rice "Beauty's Torment" or something. Denny was always leaving that crap around, and now it was catching to the upper floors. "Please, Master Arnold...put it in me, sir!"

Tacy gritted her teeth. But then, as she was about to shred Denny's book, she thought about it. I should return this to Dennis...and perhaps he'd be interested in what's going on in the rest of the house... I wonder!

As the screams and moans continued from Arnie's room, Tacy silently got up and went into the hallway and tiptoed downstairs. As she got to the first floor, the phone rang. She picked it up. "Yeah, it's Alex...is Kim available?" Tacy smiled.