A Summer Place

by wbill_99_1999

A Mother and Daughter help me discover myself: a tale of wrestling and gentle violence

It was a sunny summer’s day as I walked up the drive of our new neighbour’s home. They had moved in a week ago and so far, I had not met any of them.

I had heard girlish laughter form time to time and I had seen a rather attractive lady in her 40’s leaving for work one morning but other than that the house was completely silent. Bearing a bottle of wine and some roses picked from my garden, I knocked at the door.

After a few minutes the door was opened by a young girl who I judged to be anywhere from 14 through to 17 or 18. She had jet black hair and a pert,elfin type of face with perfect white teeth, which she now flashed at me in a wide smile as I introduced myself and presented the wine and roses.

"How sweet of you" she said " Do come in, I’m Kate. There’s only my mother and I living here and she’s at work at the moment ; she comes home after five"

"I’ll come back later Kate" I said.

‘No,do come in, these are lovely roses and I must put them in water, also its time for a coffee" Without a further word she turned and walked up a long hallway and beckoned for me to follow. Kate was wearing jeans and a T-shirt and had her dark hair tied back in a pony tail. She wasn’t tall but she appeared to be of a solid build with reasonably wide shoulders; probably a swimmer I thought.

Inside the house it was cool and dark in spite of the summer heat; I was led in to a comfortable lounge and invited to relax . "Back in a minute" she promised.

Looking around me, I was immediately struck by both the quality of the furniture and the artwork around the wall. There appeared to be several original paintings and the lighting was arranged to highlight these in a subdued manner. At the end of the room was some shelving which housed an expensive, top of the range stereo system, some books and a number of silver trophies. I was about to go and inspect these when Kate returned carrying a tray with some cups and a coffee plunger.

"Whose trophies are those.?" I said, pointed towards the shelving.

"Half of them are mine, and half are Mum’s" she said with a mysterious chuckle

"What did you get them for?"

"Gymnastics and Tumbling" I was told, " I have always been a bit of an acrobat"

"And Mum’s?" I asked.

"I’ll leave that for her to tell you." Again that weird little chuckle.

We sat and sipped our coffee while Kate spoke about her life. I was surprised to learn that in fact she was 19 years old, her face looked even younger closer up than it did at the door. There was only Kate and her Mother, I learnt. She talked about her father being no longer with them and the difficulty that her Mother had encountered paying for her daughter’s education. She was at University studying Physcology but said that she was learning as much from her Mother as she was from her lecturers.

"Did your Mother study physcology?" I asked.

"No" came the reply "Lets just say that she has some unusual talents"

I told Kate a little about myself; I was in my mid 50’s, widowed, and a little lonely these days. No children and only a couple of cats for company; classical music lover and an avid reader; I cycled, walked and pumped some very light iron for exercise. That was me.

"I love reading" said Kate "Have you read the "Torture Garden" by Octave Mirbeau?"

"I have heard of it; written about 1900 wasn’t it? I have seen it on a friend’s bookshelf, he reads a lot of mild erotica so I suppose it must be along those lines"

"No, its not erotic really, but its quite strange and surreal. I’m reading it at the moment; I’ll lend it to you when I’ve finished if you like"

We finished our coffee and I went to leave. "Mum will want to thank you personally and also get to know you; I’ll get her to contact you and she can tell you all about her trophies" Again that little chuckle and a sly grin.

Two days later I had a knock at the front door; on opening it I found a well dressed woman in her 40’s standing there, extending a hand. "Hello, I’m Karen Steele from next door. Its nice to meet you at last; thank you so much for the visit, the wine and the flowers. Kate said that you were charming" She was a little taller than her daughter and her hair was ash blond; although she wasn’t beautiful she had a certain indefinable something. The French call it "une belle laide". There was a presence about her and an elegance in the way she moved that made her appear taller than she was. Her fingers were cool and her grip quite strong for a woman.

"I can’t come in at the moment; Kate and I are going out, but could you come over for a drink tomorrow night.?"

" I would love to" I replied, " What time?"

"About 7.30" I was told, " I would like to make it earlier, but I have a client calling at 6.00pm"

"What do you do for a living?"

"I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow night" she promised and departed with a wave of her hand.

The next night found me knocking at the red front door of my neighbours just a little after 7.30. Kate opened the door and welcomed me with an extravagant bow.

"Come in" she said "Mum is still with her client, I’m afraid, but come into the lounge and I will get us a drink"

Kate was dressed in a light summer dress, which, although not ultra short, showed off her shapely, rather muscular legs rather well. Devoid of any makeup, her face looked even younger than at my last visit.

Installed in the lounge with a gin and tonic in my hand, I was joined by Kate who looked at me with a quizzical expression. "I hope you don’t mind me asking, but what do you do for a living" she enquired.

"I have got a little bookshop in the city centre. I specialise in carrying a lot of titles that the big book chains don’t bother with; I don’t bother much with the pulp fiction that passes for literature these days. I also carry I range of quality erotica for discerning readers"

"Really; how interesting" a sly smile played around her lips "I finished reading Frank Harris’s "My Life and Loves" a couple of months ago, and as I told you the other day, I am reading the Torture Garden. I have just come to a remarkable passage in the book where…. "

Our conversation was interrupted by a distant thump, followed by what appeared to be a yelp of pain. There was another loud thump followed by yet another, and then silence.

"What on earth was that?" I said

Kate didn’t reply for a moment or two; then she gave that weird little chuckle and said, " Come with me, all will be revealed" Without waiting for a reply, she rose gracefully to her feet and left the lounge.

I followed her down the hallway toward the rear of the house and then down two steps into an area which had been added by the previous owners. Stopping outside a door, Kate held up a finger to her lips and said "Shhhh" and then whispered "Come and look"

She slid back a thin wooden panel in the door which revealed a small window; "One way glass" she said " We can see them but they can’t see us"

Looking through the window, I blinked in astonishment. The room was large and quite brightly lit; the floor was covered with a large blue wrestling mat. In the centre of the mat were two figures. A quite large and reasonable muscular man dressed in black Speedo briefs was lying on his back. On top of him was Karen Steele,

she was dressed in a one piece black lycra swimsuit or leotard; the male was held firmly in a headlock and his left arm was locked between Karen’s legs in an arm bar. Karen had her face down very close to her opponents head and appeared to be whispering in his ear.

"She's is telling him exactly what she is going to do to him" explained Kate softly "The bumps and thumps you heard before were all part of the softening up process.

She has a standard routine of throws and holds that she uses; there is one more to go before she breaks him and goes into the grand finale" Again that chuckle.

As we spoke, Karen sprang lightly to her feet. I was able to see her "victim" clearly for the first time. He was about the same height as Karen, but somewhat older; I would have placed him at a similar age to me – mid 50’s. His physique was in good shape for a man of his age; his hair was dishevelled and his face was bright red from the pressure of Karen’s headlock. He had an apprehensive look on his face as Karen beckoned to him with both hands. He shuffled towards her. The two bodies merged briefly until Karen with a casual twist of her body sent him high into the air with the most perfect shoulder throw you could ever hope to see. He hit the canvas with an resounding crash and lay prone. Karen walked around him quite slowly, like a butcher inspecting a side of beef. She came to a halt behind him, facing his feet. Sitting down behind him, she pulled his head back into her groin and carefully wrapped her left leg under his chin and hooked it under her left knee and began to squeeze.

"The figure four headscissors" Kate breathed almost reverently "This is the coup de grace. Mum knows about 30 variations of this hold; I have even seen her apply it upside down when some big bastard lifted her off the ground with it clamped on. God, did she punish him when they returned to earth. She strangled him out; I had to help revive him. He wasn’t fit to participate in the grand finale after that"

"What’s the grand finale" I asked innocently.

"You will find out very shortly" I was told.

Karen meanwhile was resting on her elbows, a Madonna like expression of total calm on her face. Her victim was beyond being red faced; he had an almost magenta colour to his features and his mouth opened and closed like something in an aquarium, while his lower body flopped around like a gaffed fish. Karen’s muscular legs stood out in sharp relief; every so often she snapped her hips up and down causing the man’s eyes to almost pop out of his head.

"The poor bastard" I whispered.

"Poor bastard my arse" said Kate " He is paying $400 for the privilege of having the crap beaten out of him, however he is about to get his reward"

As she spoke, Karen suddenly relaxed her hold and rolled gracefully to her feet. The male lay quite still, breathing quickly; Karen stretched herself luxuriously and went across to a chair where a towel had been carelessly draped and wiped her

face. She then strolled back casually to where her victim still lay prone; she turned to face us and gave a broad smile and a wink.

She knows we’re watching?"

"Sure does, Willy Boy" Kate said, using my name for the first time "She knows that I usually watch and suggested that, if I though it appropriate, to bring you down. Well, I sussed you out on your first visit; when you asked about the trophies I saw the glint in your eyes when I told what mine were for: you swallowed when I mentioned Mum’s. You had the same gleam in your eye when I mentioned the "Torture Garden" as well"

Karen had meanwhile stepped over her victim and with another look in our direction

she lowered herself and straddled the males body until she was sitting on his face looking towards his feet. She appeared to give a contented sigh and posed for a moment with her hands on her hips. Slowly she reached out and ran her fingers lightly up and down the man’s groin. As we watched, the inevitable happened. An erection started to appear; she cupped his balls and started to rub his erect cock a little harder.

"My mother is an expert masturbatrix " I was informed "She has the most skilled fingers I have ever seen. She could coax an orgasm from a saint; and she can keep going for ages. Although she is running a little late with this one and I think she will want to end this soon"

Karen slipped the Speedo’s down the man’s legs; her hand flashed up and down the now fully erect penis. It was a skilful display; the fingers tickled, scratched, fondled, rubbed and pistoned. Every so often she would seize the base of the penis and squeeze hard. " Mum really knows how to delay an orgasm’’ Kate told me, her eyes glittering "Her record is about 45 minutes, but that really cost the guy a fortune"

Every so often, Karen would raise her arse off the victims face, allowing him to take several gulps of air before she lowered herself again. Her hand and fingers never missed a beat. "The face sitting is really important" Kate told me knowledgeably "Oxygen deprivation heightens the intensity of the orgasm, plus many men love having a women’s cunt so close to them; a case of so close and yet so far eh"

I nodded weakly, feeling rather faint. The feeling of unreality which had been with me for the last half hour or so was overwhelming; any minute now surely, I would wake up and find it all a dream. My reverie was interrupted by a loud wail; Karen had increased the intensity of her "milking" and raised her arse up off the male’s face. He had ejaculated violently and the column of semen rose to an impressive height into the air.

"Wow" cried Kate "That is impressive. I reckon that would be one of the best yet"

Kate climbed off the man and did a backward somersault, stretching her hands out toward us. I half expected her to say "Ole". I asked the question that I was longing to know. "How does Karen get her jollys from doing this?"

Kate laughed with a tinkling giggle "Mum will have come at least 4 or 5 times during that beating. That’s why she always wears black for these sessions; you don’t see the damp patch in the crotch. The face sitting is always good for at least

two orgasms. Come on back to the lounge Willy boy, Mum likes us watching, but I don’t lover boy would be quite so enthralled"

Back in the lounge, I sank weakly back into a chair. Kate came in bearing 3 large gin and tonics on a tray. I heard footsteps down the hall, muffled voices and the sound of the front door closing. Kate excused herself and disappeared from the room. Iay back and closed my eyes and waited for my pulse rate to return to normal. When I opened them, Karen was standing in front of me a wide smile on her face and her head cocked inquisitively to one side. She was wearing a tracksuit, her hair was wet, she had obviously had a quick shower.

"Well now, how did enjoy that? Kate told me that you could be a "convert" and I see from just looking at you she was right."

"How did you get started doing this" I asked rather lamely "I mean how……"

"Oh, I have been beating men up since I was a girl" she cut in "I started to learn Jiu Jitsu at an early age – I had a natural talent. I gave a man a real hiding when I was 14 and I got such a kick out of it that I have made a career out of it on the side, as it were. When Kate’s father died a few years ago, I was left with a career as a corporate lawyer and a large mortgage. So, when I was left with the expense of educating Kate, I had this little idea. Lawyer by day and fighter by night"

"Oh I see" I said, the penny dropping "That’s what the cups are for I guess. Jiu Jitsu"

"You’re dead right Willy Boy – you don’t mind me calling you that do you? I have also learned wrestling obviously, karate, tae kwon do and a very ruthless form of grappling, which makes me a very dangerous lady. I just love giving guys a good hiding and I get to make money too!"

Before I could reply she went on "But we would love to reward you for your kindness to us. How about a little sample of what we are about; I see by your eyes that you would love to. I reckon that you’re a natural submissive; Kate tumbled to you in about ten minutes flat when she first met you"

"Where is Kate?" I asked

"Away getting ready"

"Ready for what?’’

"For you, silly" Karen shook her head." You don’t think that my daughter would not have learned some tricks off her old mum do you. She is going to give you – and me- a real treat. She is to be your torturer."

End of part one