GRANDPA ERNEST'S GIRLS

BY C C

To EJ on his anniversary. Happy Anniversary!

"Young lady, you come here right this instant! You've been asking for a good spanking all day, and now you're going to get it!" Grandpa Ernest deftly snagged his little granddaughter's arm as she tried to twist away. He bent her under his arm, tossed up her skirt, jerked down her cotton panties, and gave the eight-year-old a brisk, business-like spanking, SMAK-SMAK-SMAK! as she jerked and cried out, dancing from foot to foot as he disciplined her. After he judged her bottom to be sufficiently reddened, and her cries to be sufficiently repentant, he let her up, enfolding her in his arms, rocking her back and forth as she sniffled, his strong, warm hands rubbing her buttocks. She melted against him with an almost dreamy sigh. A tyical spanking, for her.

Little Katy had lived with her Grandpa Ernest as long as she could remember. Her adopted mother Julie, Ernest's daughter, who was also adopted, had disappeared shortly after she was born, and there had been no one but her grandfather to take care of her. And he had taken good care of her, indeed. Although they lived in ****, where there was much poverty, he was fairly well off, having been a successful businessman for many years before he retired. He hadn't expected to be raising a child again at his stage of life, but he could hardly allow his little granddaughter to go with strangers, when he was perfectly capable of making the sacrifice.

It was hard at first; diapers and 3 a.m. feedings all over again, toilet training, the works, this time with no one to help him, the child's grandmother having been gone for some years before she was born. There were plenty of women at the church he attended who would help him out on the rare occasions when he just had to go somewhere without Katy, but most of the time it was just the two of them.

As she grew, she developed into a most charming little girl. Smart and sweet, occasionally mischeivous, but generally well-behaved, rarely giving him trouble about her lessons (she was home-schooled), making her bed, eating her vegetables, or going to church. But it seemed only natural for him to spank her when she misbehaved even a little bit. And, as he admitted to himself all along, he enjoyed it thoroughly. He had always known that it excited him sexually to punish a little girl.

It certainly had done so when Katy's mother was young, but for a variety of reasons, principally that her mother was still living, Ernest simply privately enjoyed the feel of his hand spanking his daughter's bare bottom, a fairly regular occurrence until she left for college. He never abused her beyond the spankings, which were not particularly severe. While she was at home, she seemed the model child, even as a teenager still going to church and keeping up with her studies. Although she 'went wrong' after leaving home, she never seemed to resent his discipline, and it probably didn't have anything to do with her later rebellion; perhaps he didn't discipline her severely enough!

Planning ahead, Ernest had moved with his granddaughter to ****, where 'age-of-consent' laws were unheard of, and if a child's guardian wished her married to someone, there was no one to protest. So he arranged for the two of them to be legally married, while she was still a preschooler. But, wanting to make sure the time was right, he had avoided any more overt sexual behavior betwen them until she was a little older.

But now his little granddaughter was eight, and becoming more and more attractive to him. He simply couldn't resist. He began to alter her punishments. She still received spankings regularly, but by the time she was eight-and-a-half, he was using various implements on her tender flesh. Instead of just spanking her bottom, he would take a flexible plastic ruler to her thighs, back and front. Then he would paddle her buttocks for a while until they were sufficiently reddened. Sometimes he would use a wooden spoon, and lately he had taken to using a soft tawse.

Katy never objected to any of this, other than typical preteen whining when it was time to be punished. Like with her mother, Grandpa Ernest never really punished her hard, and besides it was all she knew. So when she had turned nine, and he finally stripped her naked for punishment and stood her in front of him, she only mildly objected, "Grandpa! Do I haveta be...naked? It's so...embarrassin'!"

He just gruffly replied, "That's part of your punishment, young lady, to have to be naked in front of a grown man. It is embarrassing, and it's supposed to be. Because now I can see all your little naked parts: your nipples, your bottom, and your little cleft." She blushed deeply. He strode around her, ogling. She was a vision; an angel in despair. Heartbreakingly slender, mipples barely breaking the plane of her chest atop mere buds. Her trim thighs framed her girlcleft peeping out between them, even as she fidgeted, anxiously awaiting her punishment.

"You're very pretty," he went on. She beamed shyly. "But you've been very naughty, and you need discipline! And you're getting bigger, so you'll be getting punished more and more like a big girl. Today that means I'm going to whip your breasts." He pulled the tawse off his belt, where he often had been leaving it hanging of late, for ease of use.

"My breasts?!! Oh, but Grandpa, please! Do I haveta be whipped there??!" she whined.

"No nonsense, young lady, you must be punished!" and he proceeded to whip her little breastbuds and nipples with the tawse, swinging it back and forth across her front as she yelped and trembled, her little nipples becoming fetchingly reddened and erect.

When he she was sufficiently disciplined, he tossed the tawse aside, and seized her breastbuds, one in each hand, kneading and working them, pinching and twisting her erect nipples as she gasped and moaned, "Oh, Grandpa, please!" Finally he snapped a nipple clip on each as she gaped in astonishment at such treatment, open-mouthed, and left her to stand in the corner facing the room, with strict instructions to leave them on until his return. She shuffled to her place submissively.

He continued to sexualize her punishments more and more. He would put her in knee-chest position on the bed to whip her bottom, then order her to hold the cheeks apart, exposing her little rosebud. Then the tawse, or perhaps the crop, would be brought to bear on this most intimate portion of a young girl's anatomy, as she bucked and squealed. Before long there came a bedtime punishment when he commanded her to lay supine, soles of her feet together, knees fallen apart, blushing at how exposed she was to her grandpa's hot gaze. Her cleft was exquisite: completely unfledged, puffy labia begging for the crop, framing a prominent clitoris that he vowed to pay particular attention to in the future. Barely visible through her introitus was her intact hymen, glistening. He snapped the crop down sharply on her vulva as she arched and nearly screamed, more from the embarrassment and intensity of the moment than any really severe pain; as usual his ministrations stung, but no worse. Yet each SMACK on her cleft seemed to drive her wild, her mouth dry, her breath short, a weakness in her limbs. When he judged her cleft to be suitably reddened, and her cries repentant and submissive, he tossed the crop aside and swept her into his arms. She clung to him, shoulders shaking with an occasional sob and sniff, her tears staining his shirt. Just as he used to soothe her bottom after a spanking by rubbing it, he had continued this practice. So now he seized her cleft, kneading and working it, hefting the already-punished lips, pinching and twisting her clitoris, as she yelped and writhed. He continued to molest her, tweaking a nipple, occasionally giving her a sharp spank on her cleftlips, but all the while focusing on her clitoris, pressing it firmly against her pubic bone, pulling it out then letting it snap back, again and again. Soon she was crying out hoarsely, "OH, GRANDPA! OH, GRANDPA! I'LLBEGOOD! I'LLBEGOOD! I'LLBEGOOD!" and then she was there, bucking and jerking, pressing her cleft urgently into her grandfather's hand to achieve her release, nearly screaming as she came and came.

In the afterglow he laid her gently on the bed, smoothed the hair from her forehead, and kissed her goodnight. She was asleep before he closed the door.

This scenario became more and more common. Indeed it seemed to him that she would deliberately seek out punishment, thankfully choosing little impertinences that did no harm, giving him excuse after excuse to strip, spank, whip, and molest her.

It was around that time, when Katy was about nine-and-a-half, that her mother showed up after so long. Ernest hadn't tried to hide from her, and indeed had left word with family members in case she should ever try to reach him. He had longed for her to repent, and now his dream was a reality. She fit nicely into the household, helping out with chores, going to church, trying to rehabilitate herself, and seeming to be doing a good job of it. Katy seemed to accept her enthusiastically.

Ernest didn't quite know how to handle revealing to Julie his relationship with Katy. He feared the worst, but the only risk was Julie's anger; considering the local laws there was little she could threaten him with. He had custody of Katy, and, while his treatment of her might have been unusual, and even disapproved of by the majority of ****'s citizens, it didn't even come close to rising to the level of criminal conduct there. He didn't know it, but Julie was beginning to suspect something was going on; although Ernest tried to plan Katy's punishments when Julie wasn't around, it was inevitable she would get some idea of what was happening. He was still puzzling over how to 'come clean', when events took over.

Unbeknownst yet to Ernest, Katy had taken to imitating his treatment of her, in a pocket fashion, while in her room at night when she was supposed to be asleep. She would spank herself, and pinch her nipples and clitoris, and finally bring herself to orgasm. If she happened to succeed in doing so right before a punishment session with her grandpa, so much the better! Her second orgasm was usually substantially more satisfying. And so it happened one night that she found herself, a naked little preteen girl, standing outside her grandfather's bedroom door, having just snuck in as he slept, and snatched the nipple clips, which she was now assiduously applying to her erect nipples. Unexpectedly, Julie's door flew open, and she saw her daughter with the nipple clips on, rubbing and spanking her cleft as she moaned in the hall. One would have expected all --- to break loose, but her reaction was curiously restrained. She led her trembling daughter, nipple clips still in place, into her bedroom and sat down with her for a long talk...

"Dad. DAD!" Julie shook her sleeping father.

"W-What? What's the matter?" he mumbled, throwing off the bedclothes and peering up at his daughter. "You sick or something? Is Katy OK?"

"I'll let you decide that, Dad. Come and see." She led him to his bedroom door, and watched as he opened it. Then he stopped as if struck dumb. Katy knelt there, a vision of loveliness, nipple clips in place, and an attractive velvet collar on, which Ernest did not recognize. She was bathed, her hair done in ringlets that cascaded over her shoulders, and she wore a hint of perfume, but nothing else except the collar and clips. Her wrists were crossed behind her, and her head bowed, but she peeked shyly up at him through her eyelashes.

It might have made entertaining fiction to relate that he immediately seized her and punished her as Julie looked on, but one could hardly expect that under the circumstances. Instead they all sat down together for a long talk first. There was a lot said, but nothing reproachful, except that Katy was sorry she had taken the nipple clips and used them without her grandfather's permission. Julie had suggested that Katy offer herself as she had, and given her the velvet collar to wear. And Julie...well, Julie had a lot to say about how sorry she was for the way she had treated her father and her daughter. And the upshot of all of it was, that Julie begged Ernest to take her back as her daughter, and even more, to marry her as he had Katy, and punish her, and use her as his slave. Katy looked on in joy, urging her grandfather to say yes with her eyes and excited nods. How could he resist?

But who to punish first? Julie immediately said, "Katy first! I can wait. Just spank me or whip me tonite, Dad. But Katy needs to be...fully punished, I think; don't you?" She looked intently at Ernest, who slowly nodded.

Then he turned to Katy, and asked her, "Well, young lady, are you ready to be completely married to me? Do you know what that means?" He waited, not sure what reply he would get. She knew about the 'birds and the bees', but sometimes kids don't make all the connections that one might expect.

After a slow beat, she replied, "It means you get to rape me, doesn't it?"

The question hung in the air between them, revolving lazily. A jolt of...joy, so sharp it was almost nauseating, ran through him. Julie just gaped in astonishment. "Yes, that's right," he managed to croak out.

She must have mistook his pallor, and sweat, and unsteadiness, for displeasure, for she jumped up and ran for the door, sobbing out, "But now that you've got Mom, you don't want me, cuz I'm so small and not pretty like her!" Julie was indeed a lovely young woman, but of course, Katy was gorgeous. However, being homeschooled, she didn't really know how pretty she was.

Ernest was getting on, and not as fast as he used to be, but he sprinted after her like an Olympic runner! He swept her into his arms, kissing her, hugging her tight, telling her that he loved her, and desperately wanted her sweet little body, that he loved her Mom, too, and certainly would enjoy her body as well, but Katy was his first wife, and slavegirl. She settled down, and nestled in his arms, content.

Julie looked on from down the hall, happy but wistful. Ernest noticed her, and waved her over, engulfing them both in a hug, caressing them, squeezing their bottoms, kissing and kissing them. He couldn't imagine being happier.

Finally he broke off and looked at both of them, intently. "You both need some real discipline, and I mean right now! To my bedroom! Git" He sent them on their way with smacks to their bottoms. Once their, he put Katy in knee-chest on the bed, pulled a never-yet-used dildo, ridged but not particularly thick, out of his drawer, lubricated it, and thrust it unceremoniously into her tender, delicate anus. "AAH!" she yelped and squirmed.

"Hold still, young lady!" he commanded, with a SMACK! to her cleft lips. She subsided, but continued to tremble and whimper. He flicked a switch on the implement, and the vibration began. She keened at the sensation, so intense and embarrassing, both simply because she was so exposed and abused in front of them, and because she knew they could tell that she was responding to the abuse, her hips beginning to rock of their own accord. Grandpa Ernest slapped a piece of duct tape from cheek to cheek of her buttocks to hold the implement in place.

Then he turned to Julie. "Everything off!" he barked, and she hurried to comply, now less sure of herself, trepidatious, burning with embarrassment as she revealed her charms to his eager eyes. She was lovely herself, slender and of no more than medium height, blond above, and only a small amount of hair below. Her breasts jutted out but not excessively; they looked like they were made for the riding crop.

Her father strode around her, slapping the crop in his palm as she trembled, mouth dry, breath short, knees weakening. "Daddy, please, please," she whimpered, unable to help herself. In reply he simply flashed the crop out to land SMACK! on her bare bottom, then a quick succession of WAPS! up and down her thighs, front and back, then returning to her buttocks, whipping and whipping her, leaving her panting and reddened. Then he turned to her breasts. He seized them first, bringing tears of embarrassment to his daughter's eyes, at the thought that her father was molesting her so. Then all thought was driven from her mind as he brought the crop down, WHACK! across her breasts, and WAP-WAP-WAP! to discipline her sternly, leaving her nipples erect, breasts reddened, even one small welt forming on the underside of her left breast. Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she sobbed, "Oh, Daddy, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

In reply he took her in his arms for a tender hug. But, "Just a little more for tonight," he said as she reluctantly complied with his order to join her daughter on the bed in knee-chest. Katy was in a fog, having difficulty processing all the intense sensations and emotions she was feeling, but seized most of all by the burning between her legs, as the physical stimulation of the vibrator, and the mental stimulation of her and her mother's discipline, took hold.

Julie knelt, exposing her most intimate of charms to Grandpa Ernest's view. Without preamble he commenced to whip her sharply on her anus, cleft, and clitoris, WHAP-WHAP-WHAP! "AAAAAAH!" she nearly screamed at the intensity of her punishment. Her father tossed the crop aside, and seized her, piercing, penetrating and probing her in both apertures at once with one hand, while he kneaded and worked her turgid clitoris with the other. She was already wet, and in no time she was bucking and rocking, crying out and moaning, as she came and came.

With a few last caresses and SMACK!s to her bottom and privates, Ernest left her and moved over to little Katy. Again he used the crop on her, disciplining her thighs and bottom, even striking the end of the vibrator to push it further into her preteen anus, making her jump and moan. After reddening her bottom sufficiently, he pulled her to kneeling, legs apart, vibrator still in place in her tender anus. He held it in while he ripped the duct tape off. She yelped and reeled a bit from the sensation. But Grandpa Ernest simply took hold of the vibrator and shook it a little which got her attention; then he proceeded to work it in and out of her bottomflower, while he front-spanked her directly on her mons and cleftlips. She cried out wildly, writhing prettily, as the vibrator penetrated her, and her Grandpa's hard hand reddened her unfledged girlcleft. In between SMACK!'s he vigorously stimulated her clitoris, pressing it firmly against her pubic bone and rubbing it back and forth as she gasped. Soon she was nearing climax, bucking and rocking, crying out hoarsely and rhythmically, "AAA-AAA-AAA!" Grandpa Ernest unceremoniously pulled the vibrator out of her anus, bent her down to knee-chest again, and replaced it with his rampant rod, thrusting deeply into her, raping her of the virginity of her bottom as she screamed at the sensation of a grown man's rod penetrating her tender, delicate rosebud, and the knowledge that she was so violated at such a young age. He remained buried inside of her, not moving, just stroking her hair, kissing the top of her head, letting her give voice to her distress, her shoulders shaking as she sobbed. Julie was there for her, stroking her cheeks, kissing away her tears, murmuring encouragement in her ear. Soon her sobs had died to the occasional sniffle, and Grandpa Ernest began to piston in and out of her, driving deep into her anus, then withdrawing almost completely, only to ram it home again as she gasped and cried out with each stroke. Meanwhile he reached around and molested her clitoris fiercely. Soon she was bucking and rocking under him, squealing and yelping, coming and coming. Even as she was, he also came, grinding his pubic bone against her buttocks, emptying his seed deep in her rectum with a groan, as she wept out the last of the orgasm that wracked her body. He collapsed next to her, shifting his weight so as not to crush her slender form, and pulled Julie next to them both in a loving cuddle, stroking their hair, kissing and kissing them. He couldn't believe how happy he was. And how well they all slept!

The next day he wasted no time arranging his marriage to Julie. By the evening it was done, with Katy the 'maid of honor', of course! They enjoyed a lovely dinner at a fancy restaurant, then returned home for the consummation.

He sent them to his room and ordered them to strip, and stand next to each other in the middle of the room. They waited, mouths dry, knees weak, the warmth and wetness between their legs betraying them. Their anticipation was so intense they both felt faint, and swayed a bit, when Grandpa Ernest walked into the room. He surveyed the scene: a beautiful, slender young woman, with small, pointed, high breasts stood there. Lightly fledged below, she might have passed for 16, except for the look of tristesse that only bitter experience could provide. But it was fading, and covered over now by a curious combination of joy and anxiety, anticipation and dread. She was altogether desirable.

Next to her was a vision, a stunning preteen. Heartbreakingly slender, her breasts were mere buds topped by little nipples, barely breaking the plane of her chest. Framed by her gleaming thighs was her unfledged girlcleft with prominent clitoris. She was trembling, eyes half closed, nearly panting. It was only with an effort of self-control that her grandfather didn't immediately pick her up and impale her on his rampant rod.

He strode around them, slapping a riding crop into his palm slowly, deliberately. Suddenly he flashed it out, snapping it across the back of Katy's thighs, SWAK! "AAA!" she cried out, more from the surprise than the sting. Then the room was filled with both girls' cries and moans as he swept the crop across their thighs, bottoms, and breasts, little Katy's nipples becoming erect and fetchingly reddened, Julie's larger but still petite globes jiggling prettily as her chest heaved with embarrassment and passion. He paused for a moment to admire the scene, the naked girls, one preteen and flat-chested, the other a young slender woman, both totally naked, sniffling a little, eyes half-closed, cheeks flushed, reddened areas on thighs, buttocks, and breasts testifying to the attention of his crop.

But something seemed to be missing. He thought for a moment, then realized what it was. He reached into a drawer and pulled out what he sought. Their eyes widened as he approached them, and they gasped and moaned as he snapped the nipple clips onto them, carefully and punishingly pulling their nipples out to engage the largest area inside the jaws. As they trembled and writhed at the pinch, he caressed them, kissing them gently on their foreheads, eyelids, glabella, then each one sweet and full on their tender lips, which they offered hungrily to him, their slender bodies betraying them at his touch.

He resumed whipping them, now concentrating on their mons and cleftlips, Julie shaven as nearly bare as Katy naturally was, each one crying out wildly at the SNAP! of the crop on their most intimate parts. Soon their vulvas were fetchingly reddened.

He left Julie standing in the middle of the room, and led little Katy over to the bed, sitting her down in front of him. He pulled his rampant rod out of his pants in front of her. She stared at it, mesmerized, like a baby rabbit staring at a snake. He took her hands and placed them on the shaft. He thrilled at her trembling, butterfly touch, and at the sight of a pretty little preteen handling his manhood. Her little fingers traced up and down his foreskin, daintily touching the glans, now revealed because of his erect state.

He ordered her to take it in her mouth, snapping the crop down onto her nipples, clips and all, when she hesitated. She gasped and yelped, and hurried to comply. He instructed her further, and soon she was sucking and licking almost greedily as he groaned. Between gasps he managed to tell her to swallow what came out. She pulled a typical preteen 'yuck' face, untill he informed her that it wouldn't be pee (she rolled her eyes in relief at the news). In no time he was emptying himself in her mouth as she gamely tried to swallow it all. But his flood overwhelmed her in her inexperience, and much of it dribbled down her chin to drip onto her breasts and thighs. "I told you to swallow it all," he mock-scolded, tenderly picking up some of the drips and depositing them in her open mouth as she gazed up at him, dreamily. "You'll have to be punished for that, won't you, little one?" She hung her head and nodded, but peeped up at him impudently through her lowered eyelashes.

He flipped her over to knee-chest position on the bed, and simply spanked her, full on her bottom, then shifting aim to her anus and cleft. With the other hand he reached around and seized her vulva and clitoris, molesting her fiercely, pinching and twisting, rubbing and pressing as she writhed and moaned. Soon she was bucking and rocking, coming in his hands as he punished her. As she gasped out the last of her orgasm, he gathered her in his arms, kissing her and kissing her, as her tears stained his shirt.

He left her burning and murmuring on the bed, and turned to Julie. She had become even more aroused at the sight of her Daddy punishing and orally raping her little preteen daughter, and now fell on her knees in front of him, hands clasped together, just saying, "Please, Daddy, please! Oh, please, please, Daddy!" hardly knowing whether she was asking for, or asking to be spared from.

In answer Ernest reached down and seized her nipple clips, pulling and hefting them as she gasped and yelped. Then he pulled her to her feet by the clips themselves as she scrambled to keep pace with his punishing hands. He led her to the bed and put her likewise in knee-chest position. By this time he was rampant again, and he almost contemptuously rammed his rod deep within her, filling her punished cleft with his manhood as she nearly screamed. He drove hard again and again, rocking her and reaming her, able to carry on much longer since he had so recently abused Katy's mouth. All too soon Julie was orgasming under him, spasming and yipping. He waited until she was spent, and then resumed raping her, pistoning in and out punishingly, as she whined and sobbed, forcing her to endure his manhood penetrating her rhythmically for a few more minutes until he deigned to empty himself at her cervix. Then he collapsed onto the bed between his daughter and his granddaughter, gathering them both to him, covering them with kisses which they weepily but gratefully returned.

They all fell asleep for a while in the afterglow. Grandpa Ernest woke first, and raised up to gaze at his sleeping beauties. He was floored by their loveliness, and by the knowledge that their slender bodies were his to punish and sweetly rape. Which reminded him: he hadn't yet taken Katy's maidenhead. There was no time like the present. Having spent himself twice that day already, he felt sure he could give her the raping her precious girlcleft deserved.

She was lying curled up, her little bottom pushed out towards him. He spanked her sharply three times and she popped awake, scared, looking around in a daze. He gathered her in his arms and soothed away her fright as she relaxed against his chest. He lay her face-up on his lap, and without further ado began spanking her full upon her unfledged girlcleft, WAP-WAP-WAP! "AAAA! AAAA! AAAA!" she cried out, waking Julie, who gazed in adoration as her father punished her daughter so lovingly and thoroughly. Katy squirmed and writhed in Grandpa Ernest's grasp, and finally squealed, "Grandpa, I gotta pee!" He picked her up and kissed her, then deposited her on her feet, sending her on her way to the bathroom with a swat to the bottom, making her giggle.

She returned a bit more reluctantly, sensing what was coming next. He called her to him imperiously, seizing her nipple clips as she came in range, pulling her into his grasp. He clasped her to him, kissing her passionately, her mouth level with his as he sat and she stood before him. He stood, picking her up with him as he arose. He held her high in the air under her arms, enjoying the sight of the naked little preteen so helpless in his grasp. Then he brought her down with force onto his rampant rod, raping her of her maidenhead, driving with one stroke deep within her, bumping up against her cervix as she screamed. He just held her there, kissing her silky hair as she sobbed and her shoulders shook. Soon her distress died down to the occasional sniffle as she cuddled against him, feeling his rod pulsating within her abused cleft. He began to rape her in earnest, pistoning in and out of her, withdrawing almost completely before ramming into her again. She cried out rhythymically, "AAAAH! AAAAH! AAAAH!" Soon the stretching of her underdeveloped cleftlips and vagina, and the pressure on her clitoris made itself known. She rocked, and bucked, and arched, and came as he raped her, and at her peak he climaxed as well, emptying himself within her preteen girlhood. Julie could see his semen mixed with her blood trickling down her perineum and across her anus.

Grandpa Ernest rocked and rocked his little granddaughter as she wept out the last of her orgasm, sobbing at the strange mixture of embarrassment, pain, pleasure, and love that she felt. Julie joined them in the hug, and Grandpa Ernest knew that he would never be happier than that moment, but he also knew that

They Would Live Happily Ever After.