Chapter 59: Pretend I'm Not Here

"Jealous?" Kathy tickled Christi's ribs as they watched Grand Dad and Mrs. Potter prepared for their duel.

"Exquisitely, dar-ling," Christi purred as she shifted her newly bruised bottom on the leather couch. She snuggled close to Kathy, who responded by putting her head on her beloved's shoulder.

The contest was about to begin. Daddy used a marker to draw a line down Billy's spine to separate the contestants' entries. It was also decided that drawing blood would mean an automatic forfeit. With a deft flick of the wrist, Mrs. Potter's crop came down firmly -- SWACK! -- on the left side of Billy's back. A lovely horizontal dash appeared on the young man's skin.

"Thank you Ma'am, may I have another," Billy shouted through gritted teeth.

"But of course." SWACK! SWACK! SWACK! SWACK! The blows came in quick succession creating a five pointed star immediately below the left shoulder blade. "Now, you try, old man," Mrs. Potter sniffed as her audience admired her handiwork. "I think I'll make you my gardener."

"Over my dead body, Madam." SWACK! SWACK! SWACK! SWACK! SWACK! The blows came so swiftly that Billy didn't have time to give thanks. An identical five-pointed star appeared in pulsing red and purple on Billy's right side.

"Imitator!" Mrs. Potter huffed as another blow went SWACK! onto the stunned boy's shivering flesh. This line was a smooth curve that connected two points of the left star.

"Hum, going for a pentangle, I see. How appropriate, you old witch," Grand Dad chortled.

Mrs. Potter's violet eyes blazed like rubies as the crop again made contact. SWACK! Then three more SWACKS! and Mrs. Potter's work was done and a perfectly formed star inside a circle pulsed painfully on Billy's back. But, just as the black-haired beauty opened her mouth to taunt her opponent, a drop of sweet red blood trickled from the top tip of the star and ran smoothly down, cutting the pentangle neatly in half.

"I believe," Grand Dad seized his shocked opponent by the hair, "that means you now belong to me. Now, down on your knees, slave, and wait there while I get a collar for you from my brief case."

"You'll never collar me, old man!" The defeated beauty spit as she stood shaking with rage before the victorious master.

"I SAID KNEEL, SLAVE!" Grand Dad yanked her hair hard, spilling her onto the floor. He then ordered Mister Potter and the family to help hold her while he searched his case for a collar.

Kathy and Christi tried to grab the struggling woman's feet while Mister Potter -- who had obviously done it before -- pinned his wife's arms behind her. Carol and Becky took her shoulders and raised her long hair over her head so Grand Dad could slip the collar around her neck.

The raging ravenette bared her teeth and snapped at Grand Dad's crotch as he locked the thick, shiny black collar into place. Mister Potter tied his wife's wrists in front of her and, with the girls' help, forced her to kneel on all four and attached a spreader bar to her ankles. Grand Dad then told Kathy to relieve Mrs. Potter of her strap on.