"You liked it?" Deedee blushed. "Yeah, I guess you could say I liked it." Mealia said, "The men won't be back for hours. Let's go up to my room." "What for?" Deedee asked warily. "I want to teach you somethin' - somethin' you're gonna remember and appreciate for a long, long time."

They went up to Mealia's room, and she took control of Deedee in a way she had never been controlled before. Mealia's demeanor changed completely. She was no longer the ugly, awkward outsider. Her voice had an authority Deedee had never heard before. When she ordered Deedee to strip, Deedee discovered she couldn't disobey. And when she tied Deedee's wrists behind her and pulled the rope up and looped it twice around her neck, she didn't protest. Mealia pushed her face down onto the bed. Her pelvis rested on the wooden footboard, and her feet were spread apart on the floor. This left her naked behind defenseless.

Mealia took a short leather strap from a drawer. "What you gonna . . . ." Deedee started to ask, but Mealia said, "Shut up! You speak only when I give you permission." Then, without more ado, she smacked Deedee's ass with the strap. The sound startled Deedee even more than the sting. Four more quick blows landed. "No," Deedee cried, "please quit. It hurts." Whack, whack, whack. Welts appeared on Deedee's behind, and tears filled her eyes. But something else happened as well. She felt her pussy getting wet. Whack, whack, whack. With the last blow, the end of the strap landed on Deedee's exposed pussy, and she screamed louder than before. Mealia examined the leather tip. It was wet. She sniffed it. "Let me go," Deedee pleaded. "I mean it. I've had enough." "Shut up," Mealia commanded. She picked up Deedee's panties - black lace with a heart on the crotch, a gift from LT - balled them up and stuffed them in Deedee's mouth. Then she resumed whipping. When Deedee tried to stand, Mealia pushed her back onto the bed. Mealia was as strong as a man. Deedee felt powerless when she handled her. By now all resistance had ended. In fact, Deedee's ass began to rise to meet the blows. Her eyes were half shut, and she was moaning softly. Finally, her body trembled uncontrollably. She was having an orgasm.

Mealia knelt and licked her pussy. Within seconds, her body was wracked by new spasms of ecstasy. Mealia rose, grabbed the rope and pulled Deedee off the bed. She spun her around so they faced one another.

"I told you you'd appreciate it," Mealia whispered. "Did you?" Tears streamed down her cheeks, but Deedee nodded her assent. Mealia put her lips next to Deedee's ear. "You're mine, little slut. Nothin' LT nor any other man will ever do to you will give you what I can give you."

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LT returned from the VFW hall in a lousy mood. The whole deal had nearly gone down the toilet because Mike Cass couldn't hold his liquor. The sheriff was solid, and so were the county commissioners. The mayor was back on board too, but his son was still sulking and could be a problem. He'd be looking for some way to sabotage the project. It was urgent to get Cass out of town, but he didn't even know where Cass was. He had disappeared right after the fracas. LT unlocked the hotel room door and entered quietly. It was past midnight, and he didn't want to awaken Deedee. She was turning into a real sex machine, and he just wasn't up to it tonight.

She lay naked and uncovered, face down on the bed. That was odd. She got cold easily, and usually slept under a light blanket, even in summer. In the moonlight from the window, she looked like a sleeping goddess. The roundness of her behind was irresistible. He leaned forward and kissed it gently. She stirred and made an unintelligible sound. Funny, he thought, in the moonlight it almost looked like she had bug bites or welts on her ass. Then he got under the covers, rolled over and went to sleep.