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WENDY [ part 18 ] We were in a restaurant, and as per instructions I was dressed in a suit and tie. Wendy was wearing a corn-yellow dress – to match her hair – tied with a blue bow – to match her eyes. Amanda was wearing a powder-blue dress with a yellow bow. Janet was in a little black dress. All in all we were a picture of a wealthy family. I can’t tell you what I had to eat, my thoughts were more about what I had done with my daughter only an hour earlier. ‘How could I have done that? What had possessed me?’ Wendy, however, was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, giggling away with Amanda as they ate, whatever it was they were eating. Janet was looking at me concerned. “John, there’s nothing wrong in what you did, just don’t worry about it.” She had told me when we had met up with her in the living room. Which was easy for her to say, she hadn’t just fuck my daughter after hitting her with a flogger while she was tied up. So why did I enjoy it? That was my problem – I had enjoyed the feeling of power over my daughter, forcing her to accept me. Was I becoming just the same as my wife? This was my worry, this was what was stopping me from enjoying the meal. Janet felt my preoccupation as we left the restaurant and walked to the cinema, they were building up to the latest release of the Harry Potter films by re-running the previous two film. Wendy looked at the advertising and turned to me. “Daddy they’ve got the name wrong haven’t they?” She said pointing to the hording. ‘Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s stone.’ Was displayed, “I thought it was the Philosopher’s stone, not Sorcerer’s stone?” she asked. I had to laugh because Amanda was looking at Wendy as if she was mad, “That’s what the American’s called it because they didn’t understand what the Philosophers had to do with magic, but sorcerers did.” I told her. So we watched the film in the end with Wendy giggling at the difference in the scripts between the British release and the American. I was seated with Wendy on one side of me and Amanda on the other with Janet on the other side of Amanda. I found that I was watching Emma Watson and started to think about how she would look under that robe she was wearing. I think I was losing it! When we got back to Janet’s house she could tell I was serious phased out. She sent the girls up to their bedrooms to prepare for bed. “John we need to talk before you blow up.” Janet said. “I need to do something – What’s wrong with me Janet, I’m becoming some sort of paedophile or something, I’ve never had these feelings before and I don’t understand them.” I said and started to pace the floor. Janet sighed and picked up her telephone, she dialled a number. I can’t say what she said on the phone as her voice was low, but she was insistent. Then she hung up and rose to her feet walking to me. “John, I want you to watch a programme on the television, it will help you.” She told me gently taking my arm and seating me before her television. She switched it on and left the room. At first there was the snow pattern of a null channel, I did think that she hadn’t tuned it in properly and then the screen cleared to a rotating pattern on the screen. “Good Evening Mr. Argent.” The screen said in its best Mission Impossible impersonation. “This is a special program for you.” The pattern changed to squares floating around on the screen. “We understand your problem and want you to know that there is nothing wrong with you just relax and follow the pattern on the screen and you will . . .” ---- “John? Are you feeling better now?” Janet was asking me as she handed me a cup of tea. I looked at her and smiled, “Of course Janet, why was there something wrong?” I asked her. She shook her head, “Nothing at all, the girls are ready for bed I was just wondering if you’d mind if Amanda slept with you while I looked after Wendy?” “Well if Wendy doesn’t mind, remember she’s going to school tomorrow, I don’t want her too tired out.” I told Janet. “Of course not John, its just to sleep you know.” Janet smiled at me as I sipped my tea, I tried to think about the day’s events but they were just a blur, I was glad that I was able to convince Janet to spend time with me, the meal had been great and the film . . . pity we couldn’t have Hermione to spend time with us, but can’t have everything I suppose. The door to the living room opened and my daughter and Amanda walked in, they were both wearing baby-doll nightdresses, and nothing else. Wendy was slightly red from the blush she was also wearing but welcomed my kiss on her lips. “Are you happy daddy?” She asked me “Of course I am darling, now do you want to sleep alone tonight because Janet has offered to give you company if you want her to.” I said watching her face. “I’d like that daddy, but what are you going to do tonight?” Wendy asked me. I smiled at her and then took Amanda’s hand. She looked at me and smiled, “I’m glad you’re feeling better daddy John.” She said – which did surprise me, but I didn’t say anything I just decided to play along with Amanda’s game. We all said goodnight and I walked with Amanda into my bedroom. “Well Amanda what do you want me to do?” I asked her She looked at an armchair which had large wide arms, she showed me the straps on the sides and at the bottom of the chair and then showed me another set of straps hidden by the seat cushion. I looked at her, “Are you sure?” I asked her, in reply she dropped herself over the arm and then looked back at me. I attached the straps to Amanda’s ankles and then pulled her wrists, positioning her ass over the arm, before tying the straps so that she couldn’t escape from them. Going to the second wardrobe I picked up a taws, paddle and table-tennis bat, placing each one in sight of Amanda. I also picked up a size 6 butt-plug allowing her to see the size for herself. I went behind her and lifted up the flimsy nightdress to reveal her ass. “Where is the butt-plug I put into you this morning?” I asked her. “I took it out at lunch time and let Keri have it.” Amanda said. “Is Keri a good friend of yours?” I asked. “She didn’t used to be, but I think she’s learning now.” Amanda said and I could hear the smile in her voice. I knew that there was a story to this but that might be for later on, for now I had work to do. “So young Amanda you’ve lost the butt-plug have you, tut-tut. I can see that you’re going to learn to keep hold of property.” I said as I rested my hand on her naked ass. “You see these things cost money.” And I brought my hand down hard onto one cheek causing her to gasp in pain. “I’m sure you’re sorry for that.” I said while I struck again, on the same cheek. “And that you’ll agree that you deserve punishment.” I finished giving her yet another smack, still on the same cheek. During all of this Amanda hadn’t shouted out but looked over her shoulder at me, now she spoke up, “Yes daddy John please punish me, mummy doesn’t do it right. I need to be punished.” And she looked to the paddle which I picked up. I tested the heft of the weapon on my hand. Damn it hurt! And Amanda wanted me to use it on her? I went behind her noting the colour change on her ass cheeks, “I’ll have to get those evened up!” I said and swiftly brought the paddle down onto the other cheek. “Oooww! Thank you daddy John!” Amanda said and I could hear the pain in her voice. “I’m sorry Amanda was that too hard?” I quickly asked her. “That’s okay daddy John; it’s supposed to hurt isn’t it?” She said “Just a couple more pleeeaaaaseee!” She added extending the last word as the paddle struck again. The hue of her ass-cheeks were now matching. I put down the paddle and started to sooth her by rubbing my hand on her fiery flesh. “Ouch! Amanda that has to be hurting you.” I said whilst I enjoyed the feeling of her skin under my hands. I noticed that another part of me was also enjoying the sensation, I debated on whether to use her ass now, or to relieve myself elsewhere. I quickly undressed, undid her hands and sat down on the seat of the armchair. Amanda now had a view of my lap with its erect pillar. I placed her hands onto it and allowed her to rub me. In her position there was only one thing she could do, and she did it, lowering her head so that her warm, moist mouth covered my flesh. I started to bob her head up and down, masturbating myself with her mouth until I spurted into it, feeling her swallow again and again until her mouth was empty. I then slowly moved her head up, feeling her tongue as she cleaned me off. She gave my flaccid cock a kiss on its head and looked at me, “Thank you daddy John that was something my daddy would never do!” She said and then added, “Are you going to carry on now?” “Do you want me to?” I asked her. “Oh yes, I mean I have been very naughty indeed.” She said smiling. I got up from the chair and refastened her hands, picking up the taws. I repositioned myself behind her and then quickly brought the taws up between her legs, letting it caress her vulva and clitoris as it struck. She shook with the impact and squealed, not in pain but pleasure, as her body went stiff. I smiled, ‘she must have been on a hair-trigger.’ I thought to myself and then started to polish her ass with the taws. I had only given her 10 swipes with the taws when I decided to change to the table-tennis paddle, the difference between this paddle and the normal one was the width of the surface. I decided to only give her 4 this time. I don’t think I could last any longer. She didn’t see me change the implement and felt the difference immediately. “OOwww! . . . Oouchh! . . . PLEASE DADDY JOHN!. . NO MORE!” she punctuated each blow with her screams and then I moved behind her, placing my hands onto her pussy lips and started to rub them as I pushed my cock past the sphincter muscle and into the warmth of her ass. “OH! Daddy John, daddy John, yes . . . yes . . . oh yes!” She exclaimed as she felt me enter her. My hands seemed to have a life of their own as they brought her to a climax, the force of it rendering her unconscious. I started to pump away inside her, the earlier blow-job she’d given me had helped me now, it took me some time before I sprayed her bowels with my seed. I rose from Amanda and started to release her, stripping her of the flimsy nightdress, and then picking her up and taking her to the en-suite shower. I started the water flowing and began washing the sweat from our bodies, after a few minutes Amanda was able to take an interest in what was happening, and began to wash me as well, taking careful note of cleaning my cock completely. I dried her off and took her into my bedroom again, picking up the butt-plug and gently pushing it into her ass, seeing her rise to her tip-toes as I pushed it inside her. “Do you want to sleep with me?” I asked her as I settled her nightdress over her body. “Yes please daddy John, and will you hold me please?” She said looking up into my eyes. “Of course.” I said smiling and together we went to bed. ---- My dreams were troubled that night, I found myself back in the plane people were around me. “Okay let’s prep them, check out the DNA sequences and look for any strange markers.” A female voice said. I felt myself being lifted onto something and then I was watching fluorescent tubes moving pass overhead. “How long do we have?” A male voice this time “2 hours doctor, and then they have to be back upstairs.” “Okay then team let’s move it – I’ll check the girl first. Medical report? Hmm! Nothing out the ordinary there, bring her around and let’s see how she reacts to stimulus.” “Where am I . . . What’s wrong with daddy?” Wendy’s voice, I try to struggle but I can’t move. “It’s alright Wendy, you’ve just had a slight reaction on the plane, now just relax and look at this light . . . that’s it . . . relax . . . it’s a nice light isn’t it . . . keep watching it. She’s under doctor, that’s a good reaction; she’s going to be perfect.” “Good now lets get on with the bloods and fluids, and then we’ll start the orientation program on them both, has anyone checked him for purple markers?” “Not yet doctor, but they’re rare.” It must be a nurse, but what are purple markers? “Maybe but remember we can’t allow one of those back into Ropeville again, they could take us all over!” the Doctor’s voice again “You take the council’s ruling too seriously doctor, you should lighten up.” The nurse said in a bantering tone. “You never saw what the nurses were doing in that room, almost throwing themselves into danger in order to protect him from us. That’s why all new comers are treated like this, not only to check them for diseases but also to prevent his type of people into Ropeville. That reminds me make sure this John Argent has the implant done, can’t have him running around uncontrollable can we . . .” Implant? I’d give them implant! And why would I have to be controlled. “Won’t that make him irritable for the first few hours doctor?” the nurse asked. “Yes, mood swings are a side effect until it really takes hold and then he’ll sleep while it calibrates to his body, after that he’ll never know a thing.” The doctor said. Oh yes this dream is just getting better and better, I wonder how I could think this stuff up, and I wonder if I’ll remember it when I wake up, I wonder what Janet would say about it. “Right I’m ready for him now.” A different voice, female but certainly in command. “Very well doctor, just get the monitors onto him.” the same nurse’s voice. “I’m just getting a sample of blood for the white count.” The female doctor said and there was a tug at my arm. I must have blacked out for a moment as the next thing I heard was “. . .Well there’s no problem there, he’s healthy and the count is good.” “Doctor, there’s a change to the heartbeat . . . I think he’s awake!” “Mr. Argent? John? Don’t worry there was a slight problem with the plane you were in, but everyone is fine, Wendy’s perfectly alright, just asleep so you don’t need to be concerned about her. What the hell happened how did he get conscious? Get him under and wipe the last few minutes as quickly as possible.” ---- I awoke to the sound of Amanda, not snoring exactly but certainly breathing loudly. I smiled at that, I checked my watch, half-past five. I decided that I needed some exercise and so I gently moved out of the bed in order not to disturb Amanda. I found out a tee-shirt and a pair of shorts and some running shoes, I made my way out of the house and began a short warm-up run along the pavement, then I gradually got into my stride and was running along the road. I must have made about three circuits of the area when I was stopped by a police car. “Good morning Mr. Argent, good exercise?” The female office asked me. “Yes, just trying to get my old form back . . . does everyone know who I am?” I said in a friendly manner. “Well you are a relative newcomer around here and people do talk, how are you settling in?” the officer asked me, but there was something about her voice that I recognised. “Oh not bad, Janet’s a wonderful host and Amanda caught my heart some time ago.” I said still smiling but thinking where had I heard her voice before? “That’s good, Janet’s one of the main people in our town, we hate to have her unhappy . . . talking of which did you notice the time?” The officer said. I glanced at my watch seven o’clock; I’d been out for nearly an hour and a half! “Good grief, where does the time get to, I’d better find some other way of exercising.” I said and turned back for Janet’s house. “Oh I wouldn’t worry you’re perfectly healthy from what I can see.” She said and returned to her car. As she drove off it hit me where I’d heard her voice before . . . she was the doctor in my dream! What was going on around here?” |