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  Dawn moved quietly on the plush hallway carpeting and did not knock on Cassandra’s door before silently turning the knob and pushing it open. She did not want to disturb their studies. They’d have no idea she could be home so soon and no one besides the three of them were allowed upstairs. It wasn’t that she was nosy. At least, that’s what she told herself. It would be like seeing animals in their natural environment!It would be so adorable to sneak up on them bent over their books or maybe even gossiping about some young man at school Cassandra might finally be interested in.

  Dawn peeked around the door frame. Bent over… Cassandra was bent over… over Indira’s bare knees. Bare everything. Both of them were completely bare. Naked. Why?What kind of homework would lend the appearance of… of… some sort of lesbian interaction?

  None. None would.

  The hallway was black dark as Dawn had purposely failed to turn on the light. She could stand there and see every detail in the well lit room without being seen herself.

  Cassandra’s face looked anguished and Indira’s open hand hovered above her slim butt. Good Lord, was Indira spanking her?Dawn hadn’t heard any spanks while she walked down the hallway. Cassandra’s rear, glowing whitely, looked completely unblemished.

  “You little whore!”Indira sounded very firm in her insult and her hand punctuated the name-calling with a surprisingly harsh spank. Of course, any spank at all was surprising!

  Cassandra wriggled in pain. Her poor daughter was trying to escape Indira’s abuse. Who knew Indira was so mean?Dawn had never detected that in those gentle brown eyes. She knew Indira was strong and physically skilled but she always assumed she would only use her strength for good purposes, like defending her daughter. Not… attacking her ass with spanks!

  Several more spanks were delivered each simultaneous with verbal abuse. It was insufferable that Indira, basically hired help, would treat her daughter so terribly. Cassandra twisted about and her ass cheeks glowed bright pink-red wherever Indira’s palm struck. Dawn instinctively wanted to help her daughter but she knew Cassandra would be embarrassed to know her Mother saw her in this situation. Several times it looked like Cassandra would escape though it also looked like she was not trying too hard. Each time she began to slide free of Indira’s lap Indira grabbed her hip with her non-spanking hand and re-centered her. Each time Cassandra held still for several spanks before resuming her fruitless thrashing. If only she struggled the entire time she’d have escaped by now. Why wasn’t Cassandra giving her all to get away?

  Dawn couldn’t see Cassandra’s face because it was facing the floor and her wealth of hair was tumbled down dragging the ends on the floorboards.

  “Hard enough, whore?”

  Good, at least Indira was decent enough to finally give her daughter an out. Dawn wondered what Cassandra had done to offend Indira and bring on this spanking.

  Cassandra panted, randomly flexing her ass cheeks in reaction to the ongoing pain. Indira’s hand descended, slowly this time, and disappeared down into the groove between her daughter’s legs. That hand was doing something down there. Something sexual!Some kind of lesbian move!

  Cassandra moaned and spread her legs wider. She liked it!Cassandra raised her head, her face puffy and red, then lowered it again with a groan.

  Dawn couldn’t see what Indira’s hand… or fingers… were up to. She had a bad angle for that. She’d have to walk into the room and she didn’t dare. She wondered if Indira’s fingers were… petting her daughter’s private area. It seemed so.

  “Answer me, whore!Have you had enough or do you want more?”

  Dawn couldn’t believe how mean Indira was. That question was absurdly rhetorical. Her daughter didn’t “want more”. She would want less, would wish Indira had never spanked her. So did Dawn. Now she was going to have to terminate Indira’s contract. She’d be hard to replace. Impossible to fully replace, really, until the start of the next semester. Why had Indira turned all evil?Maybe she was working with Wayne Jones. Maybe she was one of his sick followers.

  Cassandra reached down to the carpet with both hands and used that leverage to push her rear high, in a taut arc, “More. Do it harder this time. Don’t stop until I’m crying. ”

  “Hey, I don’t know about this, Cassandra. I mean, your ass is really, really red. I think it’s had enough. ”

  Cassandra bobbed her ass, “More!”

  Indira pulled a now damp hand out from between the juncture of Cassandra’s thighs. She looked a little sick and her eyes shone with excess moisture as she again whacked her palm onto the vulnerable ass.

  “Yes!Harder, harder!More!”

  Indira chewed her lower lip and frowned with worry as she pummeled Cassandra’s ass rapidly and severely.

  “Oh, ohhhhh!I’m… a fucking slut!I am a whore!Beat me!”

  The spanking went on, Indira silent since Cassandra had taken over heaping verbal abuse on herself. Each blow to Cassandra’s tenderized rear felt like a blow to Dawn’s spirit and to her respect for her own daughter.

  She wanted it!Did she think she deserved it?Her daughter was getting off on it sexually. She thrust her body around on Indira’s bare legs and twisted so that her face was against Indira’s right hip and her pubic mound ground on Indira’s left knee even as Indira smacked and smacked.

  Dawn didn’t know what to do. Watching was wrong. It was wrong to watch her daughter have sex. It felt like incest to even see it. It was an invasion of her daughter’s privacy and it caused Dawn extreme emotional distress. She couldn’t try to stop it no matter how wrong it felt. Speaking up would mortify all three of them. What would she stop?It was obvious her daughter was a willing participant.

  On a signal understood only by the two participants, Indira stopped spanking and her blazing hot hand searched between Cassandra’s thighs, pressing the sizzling palm hard to the pussy. Cassandra’s groans and wailing moans immediately boiled over into a racket that indicated impending orgasm.

  My God, thought Dawn, if I stand her a few moments longer my daughter is going to orgasm right in front of me!Come all over the hand of the lesbian bodyguard spanking her. Cum all over the hand that spanked her so viciously.

  Dawn fled, her footfalls silent in the deep carpet. Down the staircase and around the corner and down the next staircase trying not to hear anything but the noise kept intruding into the front of her mind but well behind her physically Cassandra climaxed, twisted, froze a moment in place, then melted into a shudder, going lax, strength draining from her body, pussy juice draining from her sex.

  Indira pulled the wet hand up to her face and licked it all over. She liked Cassandra’s flavor. She’d never had another lesbian lover so she couldn’t be sure it was any better than normal but she sure liked it.

  Then she remembered the next part of the play they acted out together when alone. She rolled Cassandra off her lap and watched her tumble to the floor in a heap of loose thin limbs. She bit her lip. That part always concerned her but Cassandra insisted. She was never hurt, at least not too much, but Indira worried she would be sooner or later.

  What would it feel like to be spanked and insulted, masturbated to orgasm, then pushed to the floor so disrespectfully?Indira would actually like to know, would love to know first hand, but so far she never got to play that role, it was always Cassandra.

  Worn out Cassandra looked impatiently up at her from the floor.

  “Oh, ah, lick my pussy now you dumb whore. ”

  Cassandra crawled into position and did just that until Indira came ten minutes later.

  Five minutes after that they were both lying on Cassandra’s bed. They were still naked but both knew they better get dressed before Cassandra’s mother returned from her shopping trip.

  They were quiet and each looked blissfully content to their companion. Both were having similar secret thoughts. Both felt pleased
by the sex play but nowhere near satisfied.

  Indira was discontent because she felt miscast. She was no sadist. She was a strong-willed confident woman but did not enjoy hurting Cassandra and only did it because the pain made Cassandra feel happy. It wasn’t that Indira wanted tender mutually pleasurable loving between equal sexual partners. Far from it. Every time she followed Cassandra’s wishes and abused her she became more and more curious about experiencing those things herself. But how could she?Cassandra was obviously a true submissive and would never agree to even play as a Dominant.

  Cassandra was sexually restless as well. There were… moments during the sex when the pain suspended her disbelief and, during those moments, when it felt real, her lust spiraled amazingly. However, the feeling was counterfeit and counterfeit money can’t purchase much, at least not when the seller knows it is counterfeit. The pain caused by Indira’s hand was every bit the equal to the pain caused by the hand of a true Dominant but it still wasn’t the same. The circumstances weren’t genuine, the loss of controlled was controlled, the outcome a forgone scripted conclusion. It wasn’t that Indira did not have a cock. There were dildos if needed.

  The problem was that Indira was not Wayne Jones.

  Dawn felt shaken. She told the cook to make dinner and she didn’t care what. Then she retired to the library but couldn’t relax. She just paced in a circle. She was too upset to even clean anything.

  Who was that Cassandra who was embarrassing herself upstairs?Involved in lesbian acts… accepting… embracing… wanting physical abuse. That shouldn’t be her daughter.

  Her daughter experienced a nightmare in Wayne Jones. He’d done those types of things to her. Against her will. Cassandra said it was against her will. Jones said differently. Dawn had never doubted her daughter though she understood many weaker-minded people, people who did not know Cassandra, had whispered doubts about her version.

  Now it seemed it was Dawn who did not know her daughter. So what?Did this event mean her daughter’s version of events was suddenly less credible?

  Yes. It did.

  What she’d seen didn’t necessarily mean her daughter lied about Wayne Jones. Maybe he had forced himself on her and maybe somehow that activated thoughts in her daughter’s head. Had birthed something dark inside her.

  If Wayne Jones was innocent she felt bad for him but he was clinically diagnosed so obviously his incarceration had been a good thing either way. Now that he was cured he was free and no doubt better for the whole experience despite the last few years.

  If she knew for sure at some point -- if Cassandra admitted it to her -- then should she cancel the services of all these guards?That would include Indira. What she’d seen between her daughter and Indira was upsetting in and of itself but the fact that while Dawn paid for her bodyguard services, Indira was actually abusing the body she was supposed to be guarding was outrageous.

  Maybe all these precautions were silly and Cassandra was in no danger at all. Or… maybe she was in greater danger…. After all, a guilty man knows he is guilty and has no rational reason to seek revenge but an innocent man who lost his freedom due to false testimony would have good reason to seek revenge.

  “Mrs. Zane?”

  The cook was poking her wide round face in.

  “Yes, Gertie?”

  “Cassandra and Indira say they want their dinner brought up to them. They are cramming for a test. ”

  Cramming?Dawn had a mental image of Indira’s hand cramming… or something… between her daughter’s legs.

  “Good. That’s fantastic. I mean, I understand, thanks for letting me know. ”

  Dawn felt relief she wouldn’t have to see them act all normal so soon after seeing them act so abnormal. Sitting around the huge dining room table making light conversation for an hour-long multi-course meal while she knew fluids were drying beneath their put-back-on clothing would have been insufferable.

  Come to think of it she should find something to keep her busy outside the house. Perhaps she’d go to the Ladies of Greenville Club tomorrow.

  Chapter 3

  “Dr. Jones, I appreciate the invite to dinner but I’d really like to know about your plans for the Dr. Wallace Clinic. You had the staff cancel all the appointments and redirect every single one of our patient clients. It’s business suicide!Why did you buy out Dr. Wallace if not for the thriving flock of clients?Why start over from scratch?You could have just started up your own clinic much more cheaply. It makes no sense. ”

  She took a bite of her food and chewed on it waiting for his response. When he invited her to dinner earlier today she’d accepted immediately because she had some hard questions for him and they were best expressed in private. She wasn’t worried he’d look at it as a date because he’d even taken the receptionist out to lunch, one on one, earlier. She wasn’t sure how that lunch went because when Jones returned he said Amber took the rest of the afternoon off.

  Jones’ little smile was tolerant but somehow arrogant as well, “How is your blackened salmon?”

  “It’s just wonderful. Look, I need to know. As a physician, functionally I am your business partner now even if I don’t actually own part of the practice. I need to be as in the know as you so I don’t lose respect with our staff. My reputation is important to me as is practicing my chosen profession. How can I without any patients?I don’t want to be associated with a failed practice. If that is what is going to happen I need to make other plans. ”

  “Dr. Lynne Stanford, make no alternative employment plans. Please understand the following: I have a plan therefore you need none other. You will not be associated with a failed enterprise. You will be part of a great success, the greatest. Also, please note they are not “our staff”. They are my staff and you are mine now as well, make no mistake. ”

  Lynne shook her short amber curls in disbelief, “Dr. Jones, you bought the practice not the staff and certainly not me. If you insist on talking so arrogantly you will soon have a staff of zero. Dr. Wallace always treated us with respect and so will you if you want us to stick around. ”

  Jones took a sip of wine and furrowed his brow thoughtfully, “Often things are not what they seem. Ridding ourselves of all the patients I realize must appear outrageously counterproductive but it clears the way for a higher mission. Dr. Wallace seemed to you and the others to be a kind-hearted patriarch. You hold him in the highest regard and have none thus far for me, or, perhaps worse than none. Yet Dr. Wallace is gone without even a goodbye and who is here for you?I am. One day not long from now all six of you will hold me in the highest regard. Higher than anyone you currently highly regard. Higher than your favorite hero. Higher than any of you could conceive. ”

  Lynne barely kept a spicy chunk of salmon from tumbling out of her mouth. Doctors were known for having huge egos but this Jones took the cake!He made it sound like they’d be dancing in a circle around him, throwing rose petals at his feet, and worshipping him. She wondered who he saw when he looked in the mirror. Certainly not what she saw: an average-sized man about fifty with a well below average amount of hair. His oversize mustache looked like something out of an early seventies porn movie. He wasn’t ugly but he was no leading man either. Certainly not as handsome as the distinguished Dr. Wallace. It still pained Lynne that Walter left without saying goodbye or even at least sending an e-mail.

  Lynne debated if she should give her two weeks’ notice now or wait until tomorrow.

  Jones ate several bites as he observed her contemplating his words. Once he felt like they’d had enough time to sink in he continued, “Don’t get me wrong, Dr. Stanford. I value you and the others greatly. Also, you and I will be partners of a sort in one of the greatest endeavors of all time. ”

  Lynne did not even try to conceal her disbelief. She actually snorted.

  Dr. Jones did look irritated. He was. She would have been appalled to
know his actual thoughts at that moment. He pictured her snorting something nasty up those sassy nostrils. He found the image calming.

  His voice was confident, “Your compensation under my direction will be much greater. As I said, partners of a sort, but it is a secret endeavor. Discretion, obedience, and loyalty are absolute requirements. I cannot discuss it further in a public restaurant. After dinner we’ll stop off at my place. There we’ll learn what you want to end up doing and how mutually suitable we are for each other. ”

  For a moment Lynne thought he was hinting at a tryst. Back to his place at night after several glasses of wine?But the idea was laughable. Jones was obviously an egotist but even he would have to realize he was out of his league. She was twenty years younger and had paid part of her way through medical school by working as a model. They’d said she could make a career of it if she hadn’t been so intent on being a doctor.

  “All right, I’m willing to hear what you propose. No drinks and just business, understood?”

  “I’ll pour you a drink as a good host but it is completely up to you whether you drink from my cup. As for “just business”, well, all things are “just business” to me. So, we have a deal. ”

  Lynne kept her face neutral but inwardly smiled at the thought that tomorrow she would let the secret out of the bag to all the others. It would be news to everyone but Amber. Jones would be furious but, what could he do, fire her?She’d already have given her notice before he had the chance.

  Jones also inwardly smiled. Right now he knew she was planning to reveal everything she learned to the others at the first opportunity. So predictable.

  Lynne slugged down the last of her glass of wine. She wasn’t going to drink at his place so she better drink whatever wine she wanted now. There would be plenty more at her own pad once she was finally home. She’d been drinking a lot lately, usually just alone at home. It really took the edge off the long days. The loneliness, too. All of her time and self-esteem were wrapped up in her work which was one of the main reasons why the takeover by Dr. Wayne Jones was so disheartening.