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Subject: {ASSM} Amy (MF/f, humil)
Date: Sun,  4 Mar 2001 17:10:03 -0500
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A work of fiction intended for adults, need I say more ...


I have been married to Claire for nearly two years now.  Initially when I 
met her the idea of taking on the responsibility of a teenage daughter was a 
worry and we were both unsure how it would work out.  I can honestly say it 
has worked in a different manner than I could ever possibly have expected.  
Amy is now sixteen and a every inch an attractive young girl, a younger 
version of her mother in fact.  I am not sure quite when I discovered the 
slightly strange take that Claire has on parenting although I guess there 
were plenty of clues to her unorthodox desires in our own sex life.  The 
strangest aspect to develop more recently has been the discipline that has 
become part of the relationship between us and more particularly Amy.  Quite 
apart from being protective of her daughter Claire is positively vindictive. 
  She seems to delight in the humiliation of Amy and rarely misses an 
opportunity.  I guess there is a fantasy being played out here and for my 
own part I have been been both curious and very ready to involve myself.  In 
fact the more I have become involved the happier Claire has seemed with the 
situation, up the point now where I feel quite happy to take the initiative.

That morning here had been some incident which I felt it better not to delve 
into.  I arrived home in the evening to find Amy stood in the living room 
wearing one of my T shirts and judging by the contours visible through the 
cotton, very little else.

Going through to the kitchen Claire is sitting at the table with a glass of 
wine and seeing me come through the door she pours another glass and hands 
it to me as I sit down.  On the table lies a short leather strap !  There is 
a hole in the strap and a cord that runs through it.  I sit and sip my drink 
as the scene unfolds.

Claire calls through to Amy who comes through to the kitchen.

Over hear dear, she motions to Amy and picks up the strap.  As Amy comes to 
her she puts the cord over Amy's head leaving the strap hanging rather like 
a large necklace.  Now go back to the living room and wait there, we'll be 
with you after dinner.  Claire waves Amy away.

And what would you like for dinner Sir?  I'm Claire I'm your waitress and on 
the menu we have everything you could possibly desire.  And of course when 
you have finished your meal there is some after dinner entertainment that I 
am sure you will find very exciting.  Claire laughs at her own joke as I sit 
down and she explains what the evening will entail.

The food is excellent and as we go to the living room I realise that indeed 
the service does seem to cater for every possible desire.

I have Amy stand in front of me.  With the T skirt  down as far as the tops 
of her thighs, she stands nervously with her hands at her sides looking  
down in front of her trying to avoid my eyes.  Claire lifts the strap from 
her neck.

Take off the T shirt young lady.  I like the look on her face as she hears 
the instruction and she knows that she is going to be stripped for her 
punishment.  Claire stands behind her, holding the strap her arms folded and 
a wicked smile on her face.

Amy hesitates momentarily before she lifts the  T shirt over her head.  She 
wears a pair of small panties but no bra.  Her tits are firm and pert as 
only a young girls can be and my eyes linger on the perfect nipples standing 
erect as a shiver  goes through her body.  She places the T shirt to one 
side and stands once again with her hands by her sides.

Hands on your head my dear and pull your shoulders back.

Amy obliges, placing her hands on her head she pulls her shoulders back and 
pushes her tits out.  Standing displaying herself the humiliation is clear 
on her face.

What about the panties ? I say, looking across at Claire.

Definitely no panties.  Claire looked delighted at the idea of Amy being 
stripped completely naked and I see a glint in her eye.

That's decided then.  Slipping my fingers in the tops of the panties I lower 
them to reveal Amy's pussy.  Neatly trimmed she looks very nice indeed.  
Pulling them all the way down to her ankles I instruct her to step out of 
them, which she does, albeit reluctantly.  The embarrassment from her 
nakedness is clear and standing displaying herself I can see she is close to 
tears.

Standing up and moving behind the poor girl and I place my hands lightly on 
her tits.  Caressing her as she stands there submissively makes me feel  
good and I can feel myself stirring. Rubbing my palms across her nipples and 
then grasping her full breasts with both hands, feeling their weight as I 
lift and push them together.  Moving my hands down her slim body I start to 
caress her bottom before giving her several light slaps.

This naughty girl is going to find out just how sore her cute little bottom 
can get.  I move back around in front of Amy, still standing with her hands 
firmly on her head, I take her tits in my hands again tracing my thumbs 
across her nipples.  Her nipples react and stand firm to my touch.

Legs apart young lady, I instruct as I sit back down in the chair.

Amy shuffles her feet apart, and I beckon her closer to me.  She now stands 
naked in front of me with her legs wide and hands on top of her head.  Her 
eyes are reddening but she refuses to cry at the humiliation.  Claire stands 
behind her and readies the leather strap that she will use on Amy's smooth 
and as yet unmarked bottom.

The real humiliation starts as I place my hand between her parted legs 
brushing my fingers across her pussy.  She starts to pull away but 
immediately receives a stinging stroke from Claire's strap across her bare 
bottom.

You'll stay just where you are young lady.

Slowly I stroke her and start to gently push my middle finger in between her 
lips.  She flinches but doesn't pull away.

You'll remain still during the punishment, is that understood? If you move 
that sweet behind then there'll be another two strokes.

Amy nods her assent.

Time for the strokes to begin, I motion to Claire who readies herself with 
obvious enthusiasm.

The first stroke gives a wonderful loud slap as the leather strikes Amy's 
bottom.  She winces with the shock of the stinging blow but remains with her 
pussy on my finger, I give a slight tweak to her clitoris.

Good girl, you learn your lessons well.  Maybe you'd like to count the 
strokes for us, we'd hate to give you too many.

One, Amy's voice has a tremble to it.

The second and third strokes follow and are considerably harder than the 
first. Amy tries desperately to remain still.

With my free hand I hold one of her tits, flicking the nipple as she counts 
the strokes. As the forth stroke lands on her reddening bottom I slip my 
finger away from her pussy.

That will be two extra I say with barely disguised amusement.

Amy starts to cry, her shoulders start to heave as the tears start to flow.

Putting my finger back inside her Amy starts to push herself further onto my 
hand hoping to avoid further punishment.

Shoulders back and bottom out young lady, Claire instructs her while guiding 
her to arch her back.  Amy now stands with her shoulders pulled back, her 
tits thrust out, legs apart and with her bottom pushed out to receive the 
strap.  An amazing sight and I further indulge myself by fondling her 
breasts as she tries to maintain her undignified stance.

As the fifth stroke lands she pushes herself further onto my finger although 
I take some measure of pity and don't pull it out of her. I can feel her 
muscles tense as she tries to maintain her position.

Five, her voice quivers as she fights back the tears.

You like my fingers in you I see.  I work two fingers inside her keeping the 
tip of one finger on her clit.  Maybe you'd like to fuck my fingers while 
you take your punishment? I understand that's what you were doing this 
morning when your mother interrupted you.

Amy understands that there isn't a lot of choice and starts to move slowly 
on my fingers.  She awkwardly tries to rock her hips back and forth.

Please, I can't she sobs through her tears.  Taking my fingers away I put 
them to her mouth.

Lick, I instruct her.  Maybe a little lubrication will make things easier.  
She puts her mouth round my fingers and starts to suck.

Good girl.  Legs wider maybe?.  She shuffles slightly as I place my hand 
between her legs again and place two fingers inside her.

Now where were we.  Number six I think.  I want you fucking my fingers, and 
lets hear you count the strokes.

Amy starts to move her hips again, finding it no easier.  The humiliation is 
intense and her tears continue to flow.  As she tries to fuck herself on my 
fingers Claire delivers a stinging stroke and follows almost immediately 
with another.

If you don't count them they start again.

Six, seven, she sobs still trying to work herself on my hand.  Claire stands 
back to leave Amy rocking herself.  I keep my fingers still but holding her 
side with my free hand I move her up and down slightly.  With her back 
arched and her tits thrust out she has to keep bending her knees slightly 
trying to push her dry pussy onto my fingers.  After a minute or so she is 
clearly struggling to keep going.  Claire resumes the strapping, this time 
speeding up the rhythm of the blows.  Amy pushes herself frantically on my 
fingers.

Eight, nine, ten, ......

I start to move my fingers into her now.  Pushing hard into her pussy each 
time as Claire strikes her.

Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, .....

As the next stroke lands Amy's legs crumple beneath her and she falls to her 
knees.

Pulling my hand away I sit back.  Both I and Claire smile as she kneels on 
the floor in front of me, her shoulders heaving through the sobs.

Up you get young lady.  Claire pulls Amy to her feet.

Amy stands, her face tear stained, Claire guides her hands back on her head 
and takes her to stand in the middle of the room with her back to me.

Now bend forward and show that cute bottom to us.  Amy bends forward. Legs 
apart.  Put on a good show, you know how you like to show off.  Amy parts 
her legs revealing her perfect pussy framed by the red marks from the strap.

I sit back to admire the scene before me as Claire kneels down in front of 
me.

My name is Claire and I'll be happy to serve you she says with a wink and a 
giggle.  Unzipping my trousers she takes me in her hand and then slides her 
lips over my erection.  Flicking her tongue and then sliding her mouth 
around me the feeling is delicious.  I look across the room at the sight of 
Amy bent forward as Claire goes down deep on me.  Squeezing as she sucks 
hard I find it hard to hold back, my orgasm growing. As I look at Amy bent 
forward I imagine myself fucking her tight pussy.  I'm fucking Claire's 
mouth  as I gaze into Amy's gorgeous little cunt.  I think back to the loud 
smack of the leather across her bottom, tits bouncing as she frantically 
fucked herself on my fingers.  Claire squeezes hard as I cum into her mouth 
milking the last drops out of me as I sink into the chair.

Claire looks up with the most wicked smile on her face and glancing over her 
shoulder towards Amy.

Wouldn't you like to she asks ??


An original tale from Kim, your comments and ideas to kysaq@hotmail.com 
gratefully received.


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