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None of the subsequent third period sessions with Miss Nichols were quite so dramatic as the first. In fact my life entered a pattern that remained the same (except for important exceptions) until the end of the school year. At the end of every school day, Elizabeth and I went to Miss Nichols' office for detention. While Miss Nichols at times was charming during third period, she was always stern and verbally chastised me during detention. Elizabeth always used the cane on me, the number was always forty strokes, though Elizabeth had to report her twenty-four hour number to Miss Nichols. That report always resulted in the principal's tongue-lashing of me. Being in the same room with Miss Nichols was unnerving for me no matter how nice she was or verbally unmerciful (I never got used to either). While she held my shoulder during my whipping I shuffled unsteadily between pure bliss and pure terror. Miss Nichols' eyes could cause me to stop in my tracks, mumble or lose all control and break into tears. I always felt like she could see inside me, judge the good and the bad, and that I could hide nothing from her, not even my thoughts and firmly stifled desire. At night when I should have been sleeping I remembered Miss Nichols' glancing touch and then I imagined what she would look like wearing less clothing. Never naked. I couldn't imagine Miss Nichols undressed. She wore black, satin or leather depending on the mood, tight dress or riding pants with a black silk blouse. I was obsessed. Part love, part a desire to better understand my foe. My time at Sally's wasn't entirely wasted. I saw and heard things. The girls told me stories or led me on adventures (never outside the cabin, mind you). At home, at nights, I continued to be bound. Elizabeth more often than not shared Dot's bed rather than mine. She said she was too tired or was saving me for some unexplained big event. That Elizabeth was tired I don't doubt. She worked evenings at Sally's and whole weekends once I learned how to drive her car. Besides her work for me, she had to manage my work for her which was less spontaneous and often required arranging setting and cast. Elizabeth and I still loved each other, talked of marriage, once we'd made enough money. The memo book always showed an astounding debit in spite of Elizabeth's numbers each day. I had no say in what happened to the money I made her. One bit of unfinished business to be taken care of that week was Elizabeth's pregnancy. The Sunday I was kidnapped, Sally promised to take care of everything (her exact words) for fifty dollars. The date for the procedure was Sunday the following week. I must have shrieked when Elizabeth told me fifty dollars because she instantly went to work to mollify me. I said it again. "Fifty dollars?" "Don't you like my new dress?" This was on Friday before detention. Elizabeth had gone shopping again, had a second new dress and bought a sweater for me. I was wearing the sweater, two sizes too small so the wrist openings were halfway up my arms and the tail three inches above my belt. It hurt to breathe. Elizabeth had forced me to wear the thing (I was to wear it every day until the end of the school year) using tactics that ranged from tears to threats. I was able to withstand the onslaught for two minutes before caving in utterly. "It's a beautiful dress, Elizabeth." "Aren't I worth fifty dollars?" "More than that." She waited, watching my face, lips parted, arms holding me tightly. There was a cute smudge on her chin. "You mean everything to me. It was a shock. That's all." "Sally said I can still have babies. We'll just put it off a while until I'm ready." She neatened my sweater and began to make plans for the weekend. The weekend was more of the same for Elizabeth, much more. We barely saw each other. Dot worked at Sally's on weekends too but I was never sure doing what exactly. She had a lettered cabin, took men like the girls but it wasn't a constant stream. My time at Sally's, once things settled down, was spent in B, divided between treatments (Dot insisted on their continuance), study for Miss Nichols' third period sessions and customers. We'll talk about customers later. The important thing to remember is that there was very little time for study. Jasper taught me how to drive. There were only three lessons since I just had to know how to start, steer and stop the thing. The car went from school to Sally's to home. About two miles round trip. Elizabeth called me her chauffeur, had Dot sit in the back seat with her. Both of them had the crudest comments for the males we passed on our trips. I was often in a state of embarrassment. I had to wear a special hat while driving, hold the doors open for them and do just about everything but click my shoes at attention. I bought the gas with money borrowed from Dot or Elizabeth (with interest of course). All of this is sounding terrible but it wasn't. Elizabeth was my beacon. She didn't just light my way, she guided my steps. In her own fashion, Elizabeth of all the women who used me, excepting my Saturday evenings with Annie, gave me the most pleasure. All the time I only wished it were more often, or without the shroud covering me during treatment. The sweater was silly but I let her have her little joke because it marked me as hers. After several weeks of wearing the sweater, the other students no longer seemed to have time for me which was all to the better because of Elizabeth's projects for me. I'll go into those later. While I loved Elizabeth more than ever in spite of her being a common whore, she didn't feel the same way toward me. Looking back I can see the steps she took to distance herself from me, after I became as common as she, and would become more common still as time passed. I knew something was wrong. I couldn't see the problem or acknowledge the fact that it was insoluble. I drove myself to love Elizabeth more, demonstrate my love continually. No wonder she and Dot made fun of me. I was a fine example of the male species. The only person who understands me for who and what I am is Nancy. I'm triple blessed. One incident and then we can proceed to the next chapter where things pick up pace a bit. This was on the weekend after my ordeal, the second driving lesson finished on Saturday evening, Jasper took me back to my cabin. I considered Jasper my friend though we weren't close. After the fuss the girls made over me the previous Sunday none of the men at Sally's were close. They were friendly and that was it. Cabin B had electricity and after Jasper turned on the light, he checked the stove while I readied myself for the evening. They'd installed a heavy chain, held by a ring bolted to the wall with a shackle at the other end. The shackle went around my ankle. I could move from the bed to the bedpan and in a semicircle that covered part of the floor (but not the stove, thus Jasper's ministrations). I was naked of course since I would be expected to work also this evening. The appointments for my labors were on a chair by the bed — a blindfold I had to put on before she or they, sometimes it was several, came in, the ropes to bind me, and the casket to hold the special tokens Sally had made just for me. Jasper finished and said to me before leaving, "Your father is one of my best friends. I don't think it is fair that you've supplanted him in Sally's eye. I don't think it is fair that you and your sister have turned this place upside down." I hadn't expected this. Jasper had always been cordial. "Put your damned leg out." I hung my leg off the bed. Jasper locked the shackle around the ankle, taking care not touch me. "I wouldn't have expected this of a son of Ben's" The look of utter disgust on his face was new. I've seen it since on others; it's always an awkward moment. He continued. "I can unlock your chain, you can get dressed, I'll take you north, south, east or west. I'll even give you money, enough to take you anywhere." "I can't," I said. Partly because of Elizabeth, partly because of Annie's visit in an hour or so. Partly because of the way Miss Nichols' nostrils flared when I walked into her office. Jasper stood at the door. "You're not a man. You know that. You let them beat you, fuck you, humiliate you; a man wouldn't let anyone do that to them." It was interesting to watch Jasper. As he talked he rubbed his right hand on his leg. He was earnest but I wasn't sure how different I was from him. He loved Sally, would do anything for her, got to fuck Sally's girls, but barely merited attention from her. He'd do anything for an hour with her, just talking over a meal or in her office. I think he was jealous because she spent the night with me. "Thank you," I said. There was a knock and Jasper answered. Nel gave him a note. I stared in shock. I thought Nel was long gone. Jasper read the note, put it in his pocket, and said to me, "If I cared, I'd feel sorry for you." He left. Nel stood in the doorway. "My ass still hurts, motherfucker, fatherfucker, sisterfucker, brotherfucker, guppy fucker, quick catch the dog, it gets fucked too." She slammed the door and I heard the lock click outside. For the next hour I worried that Annie would bring Nel with her. She didn't.
Chapter 22 In the spring of 1934, when it was warmer outside, Dot or Elizabeth or both decided that it was time for me to begin working at lunchtime in the ravine, Elizabeth's former spot. Elizabeth had slowly been cutting back in her daytime activities, except for my treatments, and I wasn't always sure, because of the shroud, if she was the one there. She made up for what income she missed in the day at night at Sally's. Often we didn't get home until early in the morning. She still thanked me for what I'd given her, allowing her to be free with favors. Sally's was the best thing that she had ever experienced in her whole short life. I still wonder what happened to Elizabeth, what she's doing now in her middle age. I hope she's happy with the choices she made — the choice that set her on the path to be with me, the choice to do what Dot required in the months we were together, and the choice in the end to leave me and go her own way. After my morning treatment in the carriage barn Elizabeth was the one to tell me about the change to be instituted. I was exhausted, some treatments were more tiring than others, and sat while Dot rolled up the blanket and shroud. There were two shrouds now. The old shroud remained in the barn. Dot had made a new shroud of red muslin and that stayed in Cabin B at Sally's. She must have had extra time because she'd embroidered in black letters a single word, "Haven," in the center, just above the hole. Elizabeth sat next to me, wiped her face with her skirt hem. She'd had a workout, too. "You amaze me, Charlie," she said. "Don't give him a swelled head," Dot said over in the corner. "I don't know how you hold out." Dot said from the doorway, "A couple of kicks at the right moment helped, didn't they, brother? You two lock up. I'm going to school." Elizabeth wiped her crotch with her new skirt. She'd had the skirt for only a week and the whole hem was crusty and stiff. "Charlie?" she said. I lifted my head, turned to look her in the face. Elizabeth's hair was waved with spit curls now, she wore a blouse and sweater, the sweater the same color of mine but it fit better, carried a purse, everything a young society girl would have — except for the crusty hem, bare ass which she wasn't afraid to show, and breasts that had gotten much larger and moved freely without a brassiere. I was a very lucky sixteen-year-old, soon to be seventeen — my birthday was in the end of April. "I'm not going to be working in the ravine anymore at lunch, don't need to. We'll do your treatments then." There wasn't anything to object to. "Some of the girls at school have heard about you and expressed an interest. It's only a quarter for five minutes, but that's okay, isn't it?" Lunch was half an hour. I wondered which girls. She kissed me. "Poor dear. Too tired to talk." She got up and went to an old workbench covered with clutter. She brought back a parcel covered with shop paper and tied with string. She handed it to me. "You take care of this. Dot made another for you for just at school." My eyes would be covered, as usual, so I wouldn't see them. "Okay," I said. I'd learned it was best not to question or argue. I was sore enough after the daily canings. "Let's be late for school," Elizabeth said. She stood and removed her skirt. "I don't think we'd better." I watched her. "Oh come on. No one will notice." She had her sweater off. "They always notice in my case." She was naked in less time than it takes me to untie my shoes. I could see several bite marks on her left breast, from last night at Sally's I supposed. She looked spectacular. "You always say that." She reached out her hands. She had sex appeal oozing from every pore. "I'm always right." You'd think that as a sixteen-year-old who was getting it all the time, who no longer even bothered to count how many times total, much less with who (I often didn't know anyway). You'd think it would have been easy to say no, get up, and get to school on time. I had detention anyway. I think my infractions pleased Miss Nichols to no end since they reaffirmed her abysmally low opinion of me. But an opportunity of skin on skin sex with Elizabeth, being able to see her and not worry about how fast I came, was impossible to miss. I got my clothes off quickly. "Lie down," she said. I was hard before my back hit the floor. I heard a rustle of paper, soon saw Elizabeth stand over me with a black shroud. "We can break it in," Elizabeth said. Then she flung it over me and in a second she settled on my cock, slowly sliding down, giving a very happy moan. I couldn't see a blessed thing. Lunchtime was no better. Dressed, lying on the damp ground, my cock sticking free of my pants straight in the air. The black shroud went over me and my world was without sight, solitary and quiet. Elizabeth had gone off to bring the girls down. I wasn't to see them to protect their reputations. They couldn't see me to protect mine, or so Elizabeth said. Mine was ruined anyway. I think if Elizabeth hadn't been my constant companion half the males in town would have gladly slaughtered me for imagined or real wrongs I'd done them. I saw the looks they gave me, heard the way they talked behind my back so I could understand just a few select words. Women weren't like that about Elizabeth. It was almost as if they appreciated a relief from their husbands' attentions. It wasn't the same in school for the girls but my presence tended to prevent catfights in the hall. I heard their voices as they came down the hillside; the leaves from last year were noisy, noisier than them. There were giggles. It felt like Elizabeth let them each handle me to see that it was real. I hoped none were virgins. Most women, and all the girls today, let out a faint gasp or sigh when they settle on me. Each was different from that moment on. Some settled on me and it felt like they did nothing. Others bucked wildly. I thought about third period today while they used me. I'd be punished severely, on the spot here and later elsewhere, if I forgot myself and was my cock for a few moments and felt what they were doing. Miss Nichols recently had begun chatting about her childhood. She'd had a very strict father and when he wasn't at home, he was a very successful businessmen, was under the care of a governess who was even stricter and a disciple of physical discipline. She talked about her rare moments outdoors; most of her childhood had been spent in a very large rambling house. She was uncomfortable now when outside, never took walks, enjoyed the view from the windows at school or at her home. Here I perked up for I wanted to know everything about her home. Where it was, how big it was, if it was decorated like her office. The first one's time was up, the next got on. When the first one had started there had been laughter and nervous giggles. I knew by now the mechanics of sex and its purpose. I knew I could accidentally impregnate these girls, had possibly impregnated Elizabeth. She'd had three abortions done by Sally. I wanted to sleep, tired from last night and all the long nights previous. Miss Nichols had me sniff the daffodils in a vase on her desk. From her yard, she said. I tried to imagine it. Dad slept downstairs on the couch after a fight with Mom. The twins had to shift for themselves. Dad would have been off to Sally's except she'd given word, somehow, and he knew he wasn't welcome. He resisted the urge to bust me wide open, enjoyed the beer money he got every evening, not enough to do damage, enough to keep him happy. And I expect he'd had Elizabeth. I never asked her, she never said, I never saw them act together in a manner that would suggest such a familiarity. My feelings toward Elizabeth had cooled momentarily but it wasn't hard to come to see sense in the situation. The daffodils had no smell that I could tell except for green freshness. Miss Nichols' odor filled the room in indescribable ways. I think most noticeable was the scent of her face powder, though when she wore leather I could smell that. The second one sounded familiar and I wondered if it was the girl who sat next to me at math. The third and the fourth were a blur of motion. I had to work hard to remember where and who I was. Who was I? I as the prick women fucked without having to shake the boy's hand or look him in the eye. I was the shadow of a shape under the shroud attached to a cock. Miss Nichols never touched me when we talked. She still had her moments of outright disdain, sometimes her anger would flare and I could see her knuckles turn white and her lips tighten. My back felt damp and I wanted to get up when the fourth left me. I think they helped her off. She was weeping and I could hear voices as they talked softly a few feet away. The fifth settled on me and I knew immediately who it was, but it couldn't be. She wasn't a student. "Annie?" I said aloud. The cunt stroked my cock, gripped it and shook it as the body above me shook. "Annie?" I said louder. "Not yet," Elizabeth said above me. I felt a toe prod me. Everyone was silent and I could hear the girl's fast breathing as she fucked my cock. The cloth of her garment swished against the shroud; there were liquid sounds. I heard the class bell ring and people leave as I was fucked. "Elizabeth?" I said. There was no answer. I don't know how long I was fucked. With Elizabeth and Annie and to a certain extent Sally, I was there when I was fucked. I was taken places I never expected to visit; the sensations were profound, enthralling. There was little enticement to come. I stood alone on a vast beautiful plain, buffeted by a thousand winds. I was rooted to the spot, mouth open, almost unable to breathe because of joy and wonder. I have no idea how long she went on before she said, "Do it." It was Annie's voice. Afterwards I learned she'd assumed my lunchtime sessions, would keep the money for herself. Miss Nichols could barely contain her fury during detention. Go on to read the next two chapters. The
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