A Summer Place Part 3 By Wbill_99_1999

Karen teaches a lesson

I walked home in a state of euphoria and definitely on cloud nine; my "beating" at the hands of Kate had left me feeling sore and stiff, but I knew that previously dormant feelings had been released in me and life would never be the same again.

The feel of Kate's body and the ease with which she had dominated me had made my senses swim. She had caused me to have the most intense orgasm of my life and the memory of her cries she rode my face caused me to feel quite faint; again the feeling of unreality flooded over me. There were even better things to come; Karen had promised me that I could watch a young stud get the hiding of his life; that was going to be tomorrow night and it was going to be a long wait.

I duly reported for duty the next night and heart pounding with excitement, I knocked at their front door. The door was opened by Karen herself, and with a broad grin she beckoned me in.

"How's that old body of yours today, Willie Boy?" she asked "Not too battered after last night, I hope. Kate went easy on you, I hope you realise; she is very inventive with some of the holds she uses. I think she quite fancies you"

"I'm old enough to be her father" I protested.

"She rather fancies older men. She has got an old head on a young body, whereas I think that you are quite the reverse, aren't you. A young head on an older body. Come on through to the lounge, lover boy is away getting changed and limbering up as he calls it"

I was surprised to see that that Karen still had her work clothes on with a white blouse, black skirt and black silk stockings. "You are going to get changed yourself now I suppose; any chance of a preview or at least a description" I asked her.

"Not a chance Willie Boy" Karen laughed at me "Its going to be a surprise for all of you. I think that the muscle man expects to see me appear in a Judo Gi, but he is going to get quite a shock ' in more ways than one"

In the lounge, Kate was sitting in a chair with her legs folded under her. She had a white T-shirt on with the familiar black shorts from last night.

"Well hello again, Willie boy'' I was greeted by a wide grin "Don't look so surprised, I have washed them"

"Washed what" I stammered.

"My shorts, what else. I saw your eyes go straight to them; I put them on again just for you. Don't get your hopes up though Willie Boy, tonight is mother's night. I know that she is planning something real special; we are just going to relax and enjoy. It will be starting in about ten minutes"

"Kate, I know what motivates your mother, but what's with you. You obviously enjoyed giving me a beating last night and I have thought of little else myself; was that a one of - or what?"

She looked at me steadily for a while and then replied "No it wasn't the first time. when mother went to her various Martial Arts classes, she used to drop me off at the Gym next door for my gymnastics and tumbling classes. One night I finished early and went next door to wait for mum; I sneaked into the dojo, just in time to see my mother and a guy on the mat ' they were the only ones left. It was her Jiu Jitsu night and she and a feller were going at it hammer and tongs. There was obviously no love lost between them; as I watched, she threw him with beautiful hip throw and then proceeded to clamp on a figure four head scissors with an armlock, similar to the one I used on you last night. He threshed, twisted and squirmed, but the hold was unbreakable. Mum had the scissors on so tight, his face was purple; but it was her face that intrigued me. Her eyes were glazed and her mouth was open; she was obviously having an intense orgasm. I felt weak at the knees myself , my pussy felt damp and my nipples were like bullets. The guy screamed his submission but she wasn't quick to release him. She stood there glaring at him as he stumbled off the mat and headed to the changing rooms. After that, I just had to learn Ju Jitsu myself; with my gymnastic background it didn't long for me to proceed through the grades. I got my black belt at 18, and I am now a 3^rd Dan. Mum and I are presently learning some advanced grappling techniques from a big bruiser down at a seedy gym on the waterfront. We always go together, you need safety in numbers down there, believe you me. Well, it didn't take me long to experience the same feelings that my sainted mother did when I gave guys a licking; the feeling of power, particularly when the guy is bigger and supposedly stronger than you is fucking amazing. If I can get the guy to a point where I have really got him at my mercy, then comes the face sitting. I always get off that way, but you can't do it to the big buggers though, unless you have them almost strangled out. Shit, I enjoyed that last night, the look on your face, Willie boy, when I gave your cock a quick suck was something to behold. I wish I'd had a camera! And speaking of cameras, you and I have got a date with one right now. Come on Willy Boy, it's ShowTime!"

Springing out of the chair, she led the way down the hall. I followed eagerly, watching the amazing, firm bum encased in the tight black shorts undulating gently as she went ahead of me down the long hall toward the back of the house.

Kate went past the doorway leading into the gym or dojo or wrestling room, whatever you want to call it. Stopping at a door further down, she opened it and beckoned me to follow.

I've got the camera set up here" she whispered to me "What's more, its more comfy in here."

I entered a another sparsely furnished room which had a couple of chairs, some weights on a rack and a rowing machine.

"This where Mum and I work out" I was told "Not much gear but it's all we need to keep ourselves in condition although I could do with a chinning bar'

A video camera on a tripod had been set up facing a wall. Stepping across in front of it, Kate grasped the side of a large picture depicting Kate Sandwina, a 19^th century strongwoman, and slid it to one side revealing a reasonable size window.

"One way glass again, Willie Boy. Cost mother dear a small fortune to get these rooms fitted out, we had it done as soon as we shifted in a couple of weeks ago.

However it won't take long to get the money back; about half of mother's clients like to be filmed getting the crap beaten out of them, a shame that tonight's a freebie. Do pull up a chair"."

"So was last night; was it filmed?" I was almost too scared to ask.

"No, we didn't film last night Willie Boy. Remember, it was meant to be a thank you; however if you want a keepsake, we could arrange another little session. I've got some little tricks up my sleeve that I haven't used on a man yet and I still have got to think of a way that I can utilise "the torture of the caress". We could do a training video" She said brightly "Here, come and look at this"

I went across to the window. In contrast to the previous night, the room next door was brightly lit. In the middle of the mat stood a tall, well muscled young man with a blond crew-cut wearing a pair of red spandex posing briefs. They were bordering on the obscene as they barely contained his cock and balls. As we watched, he began to shadow box, snorting loudly as his fists moved to and fro.

"Arrogant prick!" Kate hissed in my ear "I would love to be the one straightening him out. He would be a good candidate for a torture session don't you think? Look out, here comes the Queen of Sheba; pity we haven't got the music to go with it"

Kate got behind the video camera; the door swung open and into the room came the redoubtable Karen. I gasped in disbelief. She was wearing her business suit; black jacket, white blouse, black skirt which ended a few inches above the knee and the gleaming black silk stockings that I had observed when I had arrived earlier. This outfit was completed by a pair of black high heeled shoes. Her ash blonde hair, normally worn to shoulder level, was pulled back into a tight chignon. She strode confidently to the edge of the mat and stared coldly at Roger.

"What the hell does she think that she's doing" I whispered to Kate "Is she mad?.

How does she think that she is going to fight in an outfit like that?"

"Oh ye of little faith" I was told "It's all part of the scenario. Look and learn"

Roger too, was gaping at the vision that was walking toward him. Then a sneer crossed his face and he shook his head in disbelief.

"Hello again, Karen" Roger drawled "You haven't brought your briefcase to hit me with; still those stiletto heels look dangerous, I guess"

Karen Interrupted him "I am here to give you a beating Roger. I intend to take you apart and make you beg for mercy. By the time I have finished, you will pleading with me to let you submit; I am doing this on behalf of all the women in our office that you have harassed, annoyed, offended or groped. What's more, this session is being filmed and apart from giving Kate and I a few viewing thrills later, it will also be available to all at our office who want to see it"

As she spoke, Karen casually removed her jacket and hung it carefully on the back of a chair, then removed her shoes and placed them at the edge of the mat. Stepping onto the mat in her stockinged feet, she carefully tested her footing and them looked up.

She beckoned toward him with both hands "Come on Roger Ramjet, let's get started".

"Don't worry" Kate said to me "This will proceed in three distinct segments. First the softening up, then the punishment and finally the victory. I have seen her do this to much bigger men than this creep"

Roger moved quickly toward Karen, his hands outstretched to grasp her. Karen stood still, well balanced, her legs slightly apart and with a faint, contemptuous smile on her face. Just before he reached her, she turned quickly and with a terrifyingly quick motion, executed a backfist strike into the ribcage of the charging Roger. immediately followed by a kick which saw her heel thud into his left leg above the knee. With a curiously shrill screech of pain, Roger went sprawling on his face. I also noticed that Karen's skirt had gussets at the sides, which allowed her full movement of the legs.

"Wow" breathed Kate "I'll bet that's one broken rib at least, and she also hit a ganglia on his leg; that's a nerve junction for the uninitiated. This could be over quicker than I thought"

"Get up muscleman" Karen hissed at her victim "I thought you could fight"

Struggling to his feet, the arrogant expression had changed a little, but the sneer still remained. Karen moved quickly toward him and feinting to the left, she struck with her right hand, two knuckles extended in a curious fashion. She lightly punched him in the ribs and was rewarded by a bellow of pain.

"Clever bitch" said Kate "She was checking for broken ribs, and I think he's got two. That will give her some ideas "

Karen, meanwhile, had gone to work with a vengeance. She let loose with a stream of kicks and punches delivered with surgical precision, punctuated by lightning fast probes of some nerve centres mainly in the shoulder and neck areas. There was even a open handed smack across both cheeks, which caused his head to jerk from side to side

"Wow! Listen to those yelps and squeals. Go mama" Kate's voice was high pitched and excited. Roger staggered under the blows, the arrogance disappearing rapidly. Karen stepped back like an artist inspecting a canvas. Roger's body was covered in welts and bruises. She chuckled quietly and her face lit up in a wide smile.

"I think that it's time to get down and dirty muscleboy"

Stepping over to where he swayed uncertainly, she seized him and with a graceful movement, threw him over her hip. The sharp splat of his body hitting the mat coincided with his bellow of pain. Karen grasped him by his left arm, and dug her fingers into his armpit, probing deeply. With a girl like shriek he rose to his feet as if jet propelled.

"There are some great little nerve ends in there" simpered Kate "I think that the Jiu Jitsu phase has started"

Karen swapped Roger's left arm for his right and keeping the limb rigid, she turned and backed into him so that her right shoulder was under his armpit. Bending slightly at the knees and digging her fingers into his wrist she gave a great cry, straightened and pulled down on the trapped arm. Roger's feet made a great arc as he flew high over her shoulder to hit the mat with a crash that shook the floor. This time he lay still.

Karen looked down at him, head on one side, a small smile playing on her lips. Slowly she began to unbutton her skirt at the sides and stepping out of it, she flung it casually in the direction of her discarded shoes. Next came the blouse, which was also flung to the edge of the mat. I gasped; Karen stood there wearing her sheer black silk panty hose under which the outline of a black thong could be seen. A black leather bra emphasised the beauty of her breasts, which although not large, were firm and quite high for a woman of her years. It was quite a sight and so was Roger's face as he peered up at the woman who towered over him.

"Willy Boy, this is going to be good" Kate was breathing quite heavily "Moma's got her crotchless outfit on"

Slowly Karen walked around him and stopped by his feet. Stooping down, she lifted his legs and folded his left leg over his right leg just above the knee. She locked the protruding left foot under her own left knee and inserting her right leg into the junction of his legs, she fell backwards onto the mat with his right leg held ramrod straight up Karen's stomach. I could see her fingers probing in his right ankle looking for a nerve centre; the loud yelp indicating that she had found it. She also began to lift her hips off the mat causing more wails of pain from the tormented muscle boy.

"The figure four leg lock" Kate explained "God, we only learnt that the other night from old Dick; confident bitch isn't she. Holy shit! Look what's she doing with her right foot."

I stared entranced. Kate had her right foot up by Roger's groin and as we watched, she started to rub her foot slowly up and down his crotch. "He's starting to get a boner" sang Kate "But it's all going end in tears"

It did too. Suddenly changing the direction of her foot, Karen rammed her stocking encased big toe into an area right under his balls. The effect was electric; his body arched upward and his eyes bulged out of his head, the erection disappeared and a mighty bellow of pain rang around the room. Karen rocked her hips from side to side and after gaining some momentum she rolled them over and over several times before rolling back to where they had started. The cries of pain were now continuous whimpers and Karen had a smile of grim satisfaction on her face.

Unlacing her legs, Karen rolled easily to her feet. She stood looking down at him,

hands on hips. "Well, that's the legs attended to, now for the other end". She strolled down behind his head and sinking to the floor, she pulled his head back into her groin. Snaking her left leg around under his chin, she hooked the foot into the crook of her right knee. She wriggled a little to adjust the position of his head and slowly started to squeeze. Leaning back on her elbows, she looked directly at us for the first time. The look on her face said it all; she was having an orgasm of titanic proportions. There were some tiny sighs and moans from alongside me as well. Darling Kate had her hand down inside her shorts and was peering down at me from behind the camera.

"Sorry Willie Boy, I just can't help it" she panted "When she gets a feller in the figure four like that and gets that look on her face, I just gotta get relief"

"You could have asked me"

"Sorry, you'll keep for later, besides, I'm over it now"

Karen had meanwhile started the same oscillating motion that she had done with the leglock. Rolling over and over she took them over to the far edge of the mat and back. Relaxing back on her elbows, she snapped her hips up and down in a savage rythmn; Roger was openly weeping and the tears flowed down his florid face.

"If that's tears of humiliation" Kate told me "He doesn't know what humiliation is at yet"

"Do you submit" Karen asked sweetly, accompanying each word with a savage thrust of her hips and pulling up her left foot.

"Yes, I submit" The voice was barely audible

"Louder"

"I submit, I submit, I submit , I fucking submit" It was a strangled yell.

Karen unlaced her legs and stood up. Surely it couldn't be all over. Roger struggled to his feet. Karen stood looking at him steadily for a moment; then she spoke.

"Well that's the softening up and the punishment phases over, now comes the humiliation, Roger baby" Her tone was barely audible. "Now turn around"

Obeying the command, Roger turned to face us.

"Bend over and put your hands on your knees"

Karen walked over and carefully positioned him to face directly toward the camera. She turned and walked back a few paces. "Holy shit, I don't believe it" was the comment from beside me.

Karen, turned, paused, looked in our direction, and ran the few paces to the waiting Roger. Vaulting in up onto his back she landed lightly on the back of his neck, her legs draping down over his shoulders. Her momentum carried her over in a somersault with her legs hooking upwards and taking Roger's upper body with her, flipping him forward to land with a resounding splat on the mat. Karen sat up straight. Roger's head appeared between Karen's thighs, the back of his head pillowed against her lower abdomen and his upper arms firmly imprisoned in the crook of her knees as straddled him. His chin was forced down into his neck as he stared blankly at the unseen camera. Karen gave a deep, contented sigh and placed her hands on her hips; Roger's legs and lower body flopped weakly from side to side.

"Shit, I've never seen her do that to anyone that big before" Karen said admiringly "It's a great finisher but she usually reserves it for smaller opponents. I'm glad she's used it on this bastard though; his head is firmly wedged and he'll be forced to watch what she's going to do him"

Karen began to talk to Roger in a soft, almost gentle voice. "Roger baby, you have been beaten by a 43 year old woman in unarmed combat. If spite of all your youth and muscles, you have not landed one single blow, you have not hurt me in any fashion. I, however, have worked on every party of your body. You have broken ribs" Here she paused while she gave his ribcage a sharp little jab with two extended knuckles; this caused a sharp yelp and his back arched. "I have probably damaged your cruciate medial ligaments in your left knee with my leg lock and I think that your neck muscles will have been severely strained. What happens now; well, I could keep you here forever I guess or I could torture you like this" Again she thrust two fingers into a spot in the base of his neck. Another yelp rang out . "But instead, I am now going to masturbate you. I am most expert and I want you to remember this is all being recorded for posterity"

Reaching down, Karen eased his briefs down around his balls. She seized his member and went to work. It was the same the previous evening; she stroked, caressed, scratched with her fingernail, pumped and rubbed. There was none of the squeezing at the base of the penis to delay the orgasm however. I mentioned this to Kate.

"This is not pleasure, Willie Boy. This is humiliation, she will want to get this over with. Look at his face".

Rogers's eyes bulged in disbelief and tears ran down his cheeks. Karen had changed the tempo again; using her left hand, she scratched her fingernails lightly across the tip of his cock while using her right hand to pump vigorously up and down the length of the shaft. She was milking him. He erupted with a loud wail and Karen used her hands to extract every last drop of semen. It rose in an impressive column to splatter back down on his stomach and lower chest. It was over.

Karen, looked up at us and winked.

"Wait" whispered Kate "There's more"

Karen looked down at her securely pinned victim. Slowly she rose on her haunches and pushed his head firmly down on to the mat; Releasing his arms from their leggy prison, she shuffled her knees forward until she was directly over his face.

Karen sat down, her generous arse now firmly planted on Roger's upturned face. Reaching down she re-secured his arms under her shins and spread her knees wide. She reached down again and made some adjustments to her stockinged crotch and the thong underneath, then wriggled around until she found the right spot. Slowly almost imperceptibly she began to move. Backwards and forwards, to and fro, round and around she went, pumping and grinding, the tempo getting faster and faster. She looked straight at us, eyes glazed and unseeing, her face slack with passion. The thrusting hips had become brutal, the speed almost blurring, the victims legs and feet twitched feebly. Suddenly Karen froze, her mouth dropped, the veins on the side of her neck stood out and she emitted an almost primeval scream.

"Cheeky bitch, lecturing me about ladylike orgasms" Kate gasped in outrage "That was straight out of the bloody jungle"

Karen had collapsed forward and was stretched out down the full length of her victim's body. His head was now visible between her thighs; his whole body appeared to be wracked with sobs. Slowly, almost wearily, Karen got to her knees and stood up. She turned around and looked down at the once proud muscle boy.

Shaking her head sadly, Karen spoke softly "Well, its all over lover boy. I want you to get up, there's a bucket and mop with hot water in the corner over there. The house rules here dictate that the loser scrubs the mat down; there's a robe hanging on the peg over there, grab it and go get a shower. When you've done that come and join us in the lounge; if you play your cards right you might even get a nice drink"

"Who is us" Roger asked meekly

"Why, our two spectators of course. My darling daughter Kate and her little playmate from next door, Willie Boy. Kate has been doing the filming and Willie Boy has been supplying the perving I guess. I am sure that they have lots of nice things to say to you about camera angles and Willie Boy has volunteered to take you home or down to accident and emergency. I certainly think that you need to get those ribs strapped"

Next door, Kate put wound her arms around my neck and gave me a passionate kiss, her tongue probing deeply into my mouth.

"That was something else Willie Boy" she said disentangling herself. "I came at least three times, not that you were watching. Come on, lets go the lounge and once the ex muscle boy has gone, I just might take you to my bed room and sit on your face for while and then I'll perform the "churner" on you"

I tottered behind her, my legs still feeling weak. and that now familiar feeling of unreality flooding over me. There was still much to look forward to--..

Look for part three [Epilogue]: The "debriefing" of Roger.