Chapter 8

The next morning Shanti briefed Laura on the plan. The girl was at first reluctant as she and Jody had become almost inseparable, but when Shanti reminded her of what they had seen the night they looked in on her parents, especially the size of her father's rod, the girl became most willing.

For Claire's benefit, Shanti made several bogus phone calls and even went out for a couple of hours to supposedly arrange tonight's encounter.

When she returned, she found Claire in the kitchen busying herself baking.

"Where are Jody and Laura?" asked Shanti already knowing the answer.

"Out for a drive," answered Claire, tears still visible in her eyes.

"She'll be here at eleven-thirty. I made it late so Laura and Jody would probably be in bed," said Shanti with a lifeless voice which belied her true excitement.

Claire winced.

"I'm sorry," said the younger woman. "I know much of this is my fault..."

"No," Claire interrupted, "I'm getting exactly what I deserve. I didn't have to let you seduce me, have sex with you, but I did. I've always been weak and now I've put my whole life, our children, our happiness in jeopardy."

Tears began flowing amid great sobs of grief.

"Why do I always screw things up? When we were first married, I almost destroyed our marriage with my drinking and affairs. Now I've cheated on my husband again, driven him to prefer other women in his bed. Why? Why must I always destroy what I want the most?"

The last words were almost unintelligible. Her sobs increased and practically took her breath as she tried to pour out her feelings to a woman who held her hand and outwardly sympathized, but inwardly laughed, reveling in Claire's misery.

"What will you do?" asked Shanti.

"What can I do? I must do what he wants. I deserve this humiliation, but the kids... they must never see that picture. I don't think I could... would want to live without my children!"

"I'd like to help," breathed Shanti, walking up from behind.

"Help, but how... ?

Shanti's arms went around the woman, her hands cupping large breasts while her fingers and thumbs squeezed nipples.

"No, this is what got me into..."

But already her eyes were closing and she was reaching back to caress the lips now kissing her ears and neck.

"The only way you will be able to forget what is going to happen tonight, is to concentrate on now," Shanti said, spinning Claire around and kissing her deeply.

"But I..."

"We are alone, Claire, truly alone."

Shanti pushed the older woman against the wall. While her hands unbuttoned blouse and bra, Shanti slid her leg between Claire's and brought her knee up hard against the crotch of the excited older woman.

Claire's breathing was heavier. She knew what was in store for her, her heart pounding with anticipation.

"Since you're always messing things up, what do you think you deserve, Claire?"

"... to be punished"

The slap caught her across the face as Shanti's other hand pulled off her blouse and bra.

"So you climb in bed with women, do you?"

"... Yes..." came the outwardly weak, but inwardly excited reply.

Slap!

"Suck their tits!"

"... Yes..."

Slap

"Put your tongue in their pussies!"

"... Yes..."

Slap

Claire slid to her knees, looking up to Shanti in supplication.

"Then let's see how good you are at it!" sneered the Creole, hiking her skirt, revealing she wore nothing underneath.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" cried Claire, her mouth opening to accept her punishment.

As she finished her fifth orgasm, Shanti smiled, realizing she had Claire Walker exactly where she wanted her.