Alice - Promise of Heaven. Promise of Hell

Alice - Promise of Heaven. Promise of Hell
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ISBN:  9781907753411
Author:  Surreal
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Alice's face reddened. Anger boiled. 'You've no right to beat me. You're not my father.'
   'No, thankfully, but I am your legal guardian.'
   She glared, her only possible defiance.
   Barker produced the strap; a wide, lengthy barber's strop he used to sharpen his razor. 'A first for you, eh, Alice?' He tapped his thigh with the brute. 'I hope this will suffice to turn you back onto the straight and narrow. If you're as clever as they say you are, then you'll straighten yourself out. Now turn around and bend over. Touch your toes.'

This is the first in a biographical series, in 1950s Lancashire. Her parents killed in a freak accident, naive sixteen-year-old Alice falls to the custody of the austere Richard Barker, the girl's only relative. Tyrannical and scheming, the pious Barker ensures the innocent girl's stay is not a happy one.

Kate Howell, precocious schoolmate and intimate, offers the exquisite Alice the means of escape. But life is never that simple. Embracing opposing ideals the pair begin the journey of life - a trek that takes the vulnerable Alice directly into the arms of an older man. The trials of Alice is a story of harsh discipline, lust and infatuation - of sexual confusion, carnal exploration, and the coming to terms with curious cravings.

Two days later Richard received a phone call. 'Mr Barker? This is Teresa Lake, headmistress at Carter's Academy.'
   'Yes, Miss Lake. What can I do for you?'
   'I'm afraid Alice has gone missing. She went to her dormitory at the usual time last night. She was there at the midnight check, but missing this morning at breakfast. I've called the police and they are checking the train station, etcetera. She left no note and took no clothes that we know of.'
   'The stubborn little... I think I might know where she's bound. I'll ring you back if I'm right. Apart from absconding in the middle of the night, how is she coping?'
   'Much the same as you saw. She's rude, awkward, and refuses to apply herself. But she'll get over it in time, I'm sure. We must be patient.'
   'Lack of application I can understand, but not rudeness. She'll have to be pulled up sharply if that continues.'
   'In the years Alice has been with us I have never had to reprimand her. I rather hope I can leave that record unblemished.'
   'And for running away? Do you intend to let that go unpunished?'
   'That will depend on the reason.'
   'Whatever that may be, Miss Lake, it is extremely remiss of her to run off without a word to anyone.'
   'I agree. But the softly, softly approach may yield more beneficial results.'
   'Of course I will leave that entirely up to you. I know what I would have received in my day, and I would not have cared to sit for some time after.'
   'That of course is always an option. In fact, the school rules would normally invoke such punishment. However, I feel I must consider the circumstances carefully.'
   'The circumstances have nothing to do with her attitude. Running off, rude, awkward and plain idle. She's wayward and needs pulling up sharply. If she gets away with this then what's to stop her repeating the episode, or worse? Surely I don't need to point out how adolescents rear at authority. The cane keeps them in their place. It is the only treatment they respond to. I won't tell you how to do your job, Miss Lake. Far be it for me to know better, but I will hold you responsible for her future behaviour.'
   'There is something in what you say, Mr Barker. I will decide when Alice returns.' The headmistress replaced the receiver, deep in thought. If she overlooked the girl's misdemeanour she might give the wrong impression. She also had to consider the rest of her pupils. If she let Alice off with a lecture, then the other girls might see it as favouritism, or even weakness.
   Richard Barker drove to Goodman and Goodman's parlour. Leaving the car parked outside he went in.
   'Ah, Mr Barker,' greeted Goodman senior. 'To what do I owe the pleasure?'
   Typically curt, Barker enquired, 'Have you had a visitor this morning? A pretty girl by the name of Alice. About five foot nine. Slim. Red auburn hair. Green eyes. Most likely dressed in a school uniform; green blazer and skirt.'
   'Ah, the late Mr and Mrs Hussey's daughter. Yes, she sits with them at this very minute.'
   'I'd like to speak with her.'
   'She's in the chapel of rest.'
   Goodman showed Richard Barker through.
   'Alice, what the devil do you think you're doing?' he demanded. 'Running off without a word. Everybody's worried sick. Miss Lake was so concerned she called the police. You, young lady, are in a lot of trouble.'
   Alice looked up, eyes red, tears staining her face. 'It's my right, uncle. You wouldn't even talk about my seeing them, let alone condone it. So, I took it upon myself. They're burying them next week. It would have been too late if I'd waited for you.'
   Richard stared at Goodman, pale blue eyes cold, challenging. The man took the hint and left.
   'It doesn't end here, you know. I can't have you running off without a by your leave whenever the fancy takes you. You have a responsibility. You're old enough, for goodness sake. You should know better.'
   'Do whatever you will, uncle. At least I've seen my parents now. That you can't take from me.'
   'I'm not looking to take anything from you, my girl. All I ask is for you to listen to your elders and betters.'
   'So, I'm listening. What now?'
   'I'll take you home.'
   'And?'
   'That will depend entirely on what you have to say for yourself.'
   'You mean, if I fall to my knees, confess my sins, you'll forgive me?'
   'That's no more than I would expect from you. Don't forget you also are a Roman Catholic. You may have swept it under the carpet because it doesn't suit, but you may find you're in for a rude awakening. I am proud of my faith, Alice. Your insolence and ridicule will not solve anything. You just make matters worse.'
Barker drove the girl home in silence. Leading her into the house, the living room a shrine to the Catholic Church, he demanded, a harsh edge to his tone, 'Well? I'm waiting.'
   She shrugged. 'I'm sorry, uncle. Is that what you want to hear?'
  Indignation simmered. 'No Alice, that is not what I want to hear. You were wrong to flout my wishes. You were blatantly disobedient. You bordered on gross misconduct, absconding. What shall I do with you? That is the question.'
   'I dare say you'll come up with something.'
   'You have an acid tongue. Why don't you like me, Alice? What have I done to make you hate me?'
   'I don't know you, uncle. How can I like or dislike? Although you only live a couple of miles from us you rarely visit. And when you do it's because you want something.'
   'What are you suggesting? That I'm a scrounger? That I used my brother-in-law because he had money? How dare you? How dare you say such a thing? I loved my sister and she me. We didn't live out of each other's pockets. We had our own lives to lead.'
   'Really? Why did I hear father say that he only ever saw you when you wanted to borrow something, usually money? Which you never paid back.'
   'That's a downright lie! Insolent puppy! Oh, how Reg used to crow about you. My daughter this and my daughter that. Butter wouldn't melt in your mouth. True, I never really got to know you, and having the chance now, I don't know if I want to.
   'So far you have proved to be foul-mouthed, undependable, irresponsible and a liar. Perhaps a short, sharp, painful shock is what's required.'
   'I wondered when you'd get around to that. Father always said you were a bully, and that you suggested I should be beaten for ridiculously minor things.'
   'Eavesdrop a lot, did you? Listen at doors? You always were a snot-nosed troublemaker.'
   'And now you're lumbered with me.'
   'Oh no, I'm not. Either your inheritance pays for you to stay at Carters, or I place you in the care of a suitable boarder. Either way I shall have as little to do with you as possible.'
   'So much for looking after me. I shall stay at Carters, have no fear of that. Father left me a trust fund. And I know he did. He told me so.'
   'Then, Alice, you have nothing to worry about. Except the punishment I am going to mete out to you in a few minutes.'
   Alice scowled. Her heart missed a beat. 'What punishment?'
   'The strap, Alice. The sharp shock I spoke of. And then I shall take you back to Carters where I wouldn't be surprised if Miss Lake didn't thrash you again.'
   Alice's face reddened. Anger boiled. 'You've no right to beat me. You're not my father.'
   'No, thankfully, but I am your legal guardian. Would you like me to terminate your education? To pull you from Carters? I'm quite entitled to do so, you know.'
   'No, please, I like Carters. I've been there for years now.'
   'Then you have no choice, do you Alice?'
   She glared, her only possible defiance.
   Barker produced the strap; a wide, lengthy barber's strop he used to sharpen his razor. 'A first for you, eh, Alice?'
   She hid her emotion, not wanting him to see the fear. Voice lost, she nodded.
   Richard tapped his thigh with the brute. 'I hope this will suffice to turn you back onto the straight and narrow. If you're as clever as they say you are, then you'll straighten yourself out. Now turn around and bend over. Touch your toes.'
   Reluctant, the girl obeyed. Barker admired the offering before lifting the pleated skirt and laying it over her back. Beneath he noted white sheer panties stretched over toned buttocks, partially see-through, the shadowy division visible.
   A sharp intake of breath in order, having not been with a woman in years, Richard ogled those scantily covered cheeks. Alice waited with no idea of what to expect. She had only seen the tearstained faces return after a session with the headmistress. Teeth clenched, she waited apprehensively.
   She caught the movement of his lower body and filled her lungs, holding that air in anticipation. Her uncle, intent on making an impression, raised the strop shoulder high. Determined she would reel to the consequence, he powered the leather through an arc, the parting of air dramatic. The strop slapped noisily, wrapping to her hip, an incendiary left in its wake.
   Horror gripped as fire filled her rump, the jolt to her mind disturbing. Her stomach contracted, seemed to climb her throat, bile burning the windpipe, adding to the discomfort. Tenacious, the pain refused to subside. Insufferable it lingered, her cheeks ignited.
   Richard, raised on corporal punishment and religious fervour, genuinely believed in 'spare the rod and you spoil the child'. In his mind unruly behaviour, no matter what the reason, should be met with inflexible discipline. He levied a second to her stinging nates.
  The crack resounding, Alice reared, hands gripping that traumatised flesh. Back arched, chest out, she hopped from foot to foot, pretty countenance fraught.
   Firm of purpose, Richard barked, 'Back over, Alice!'
   Rubbing burning haunches until the last second, she grudgingly obliged.
   'Lift your skirt, girl. And if you don't stay down this time I'll strap you on the bare backside.'
   Those words affected. Pulling the skirt up she felt a pleasant sensation below. A tingling, electric feeling deep in her groin. She had no time to analyse before that thick strop welted her behind for the third time. She sucked air, her lungs in spasm.
   How many would he give her? How many times must she endure the punishing crack of leather on backside? Never beaten before, she found the trial harrowing, to say the least.
   A fourth slapped noisily. A horde of scorpions injected their venom. Alice gripped her ankles ferociously, knuckles white, the cumulative pain unbearable.
   Not only the violence galled. The act of offering her inadequately covered bottom humiliated. Bending the way she was obliged to, humbled. Having to take the beating at all, riled.
   She reeled to another solid slap, the knot in her chest tightening. One more, she thought. And that's all I'm prepared to take.
   That one soon visited, Alice's lower bottom scarlet, stinging, cheeks hot and burning. She rose, hands automatically tending the hurt.
   'What did I tell you not two minutes ago?' Richard fumed.
   'That's it,' the girl announced. 'You're not hitting me any more. You're not my father, and as far as I'm concerned you'll never take his place.'
   'What would you prefer, Alice? Me as your guardian, or the streets?'
   She scowled. 'What do you mean?'
   'If I refuse to look after you then where would you go? That would mean no home. No Carters. No degree. You'd be forced to mix with the scum of the gutter. That would do a lot for your airs and graces, wouldn't it?'
   Alice paled.
   'Hadn't thought of that, had you? So the choice is yours. Either you bend back over or we're finished.'
   Bottom lip pouting, she considered the threat.
   'I'm waiting, Alice...'
   'How many?' she asked, prolonging the agony.
   'As many as I care to give you. And the more you antagonise me the worse it will be.'
   Face furious, she lifted her skirt and doubled over again.
   'Pants off.'
   'Pardon?'
   'I told you, my girl, that if you rose during punishment I would discipline you on the bare behind. Now, pants off.'
   She straightened, face red with anger, hot with embarrassment. 'You can't be serious. You can't expect me to bare all to you, can you?'
   'I don't only expect, Alice, I insist.'
   Unable to look him in the eye, the demand degrading, she placed her hands beneath her skirt and pulled her panties down. The skirt lifted, she bent, Barker scrutinising the damage. Her lower bottom flushed; fine welts flourished where the strop had struck.
   Trembling slightly he reached out and lay a palm to that offended rump, the girl flinching to the cool comfort. Alice disgusted by the touch, he stroked, mentally denying the pleasure he gained. Although brought up in a loving, caring environment where a cuddle never went amiss, she knew Richard's approach to be wrong.
   But she said nothing for fear of angering him further. He ceased and she knew pain to be imminent.
  The smack violent, noisy, she whimpered with the severity, the pain sickening. Before she could draw breath Richard hit her again. Unable to cope, her threshold low, she sobbed, the air leaving her lungs in spasmodic gasps.
   Her uncle treated that anguished conclusion with further hostility, he of the mind that her suffering be just.
   She took a round dozen before rebelling. Unable to cope, her buttocks too sore to contemplate, she again straightened. Hoping soul-felt pleas might affect her uncle's rigid demeanour, she begged. 'Please, Uncle Richard, it's too much. You're really hurting me. I'll be black and blue.'
  'Too much?' The reply mortified. 'Too much? Who do you think you are to tell me it's too much? And as for hurting, it is supposed to hurt. The strap is meant to chasten. Perhaps you'll think twice before running wild again.
   'And as for being black and blue, you exaggerate. You're young; your bottom is well able to withstand. No, it is your inability to take your comeuppance.' Richard sneered, ridiculing. 'Look at important Alice Hussey. I'm too good to be spanked, even if I do deserve it. Well, miss goody two shoes, I've got news for you. Unless you do exactly what you're told you'll get the same again, except worse.'
   'But you're finished now, aren't you?' she asked hopeful.
   'Oh no, Alice. Not by a long chalk. My doctrine preaches that humiliation should be a substantial part of the punishment. Lest we forget ourselves and place too high an emphasis on our insignificant lives. Pain is to remind us of our immortality.
   'So how better to humble yourself than to stand naked before me? Then to accept without complaint any penance I decide upon. You do that, Alice, and I may begin to believe you are truly repentant.'
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