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OUR GIRLS (ped, bdsm, abuse)
BY C C
cc_2222@mail.com
I had a big problem. I was lusting after my daughter, Sally. She was
only ten, and very cute. Her mother had abandoned us both when Sally was
just a toddler. Fortunately I was fairly well placed due to some family
money, and I was able to earn even more through computer consulting from
home. So I raised Sally by myself pretty well. I even home schooled her.
Sally was a good little girl, and never gave me any fuss about eating
her vegetables, coming to church, or going to bed at night. But it
seemed the natural thing to do to spank her whenever she misbehaved even
a little bit, although I never spanked her very hard.
I guess it sort of crept up on me. As she got a little bigger, I began
to make sure she got a spanking nearly every day. Of course I still
didn't spank her very hard. And I got in the habit of rubbing her little
bottom afterwards, which seemed to soothe her. Eventually her spankings
sort of…migrated, until, by the time she was 8 or 9, I was spanking her
regularly, not only on her bottom, but also her thighs, front and back,
her anus, and her little cleft!
Of course, when I would spank her, my rod would swell alarmingly. What
was even worse, though she never gave any overt sign that she was aware
of what was going on, I began to perceive that she would purposefully
earn herself a spanking, and spread her slender thighs to receive her
"between-the-legs" smacks (as she called them). Then she would seem to
press her little hips down against my lap in a most disturbing fashion.
I know I should have simply quit using corporal punishment, but her
behavior was exemplary, so I thought, "If it ain't broke, don't fix it,"
and besides…At any rate, I was saved from worse trouble by a friend.
I met him through the internet, of course; you don't talk about these
things in public, not if you want to avoid very nasty consequences. He
was responding to a "preteen's punishment" story I had posted to an
anonymous archive. We began to cautiously correspond by (very secure!)
e-mail. We discovered some startling similarities between us: we were
both churchgoers, both single men (he was a widower) raising a preteen
girl, and both believed in corporal punishment. We confided in each
other that we both loved our daughters very much, and were disturbed by
the strong temptation to molest them, although we had held out so far
against overt action beyond the admittedly sexualized spankings we gave
them. We both feared for their futures, in this uncertain world, with so
many even more unsavory characters than ourselves.
We came up with an idea. We introduced our daughters to each other via a
private chat line. They loved it, and were soon corresponding regularly.
By mutual consent we hired private investigators, to check each other's
backgrounds. Nothing suspicious was found for either one of us. We were
both indeed church-going professionals leading quiet lives with our
daughters. Soon we arranged a meeting in a safe, public place. We
brought the kids along. It was set up so that, if either one of us
didn't like the look of things, we could cancel and not even know the
other was there. But everything looked OK to us both, so we met. He was
a reasonably good-looking guy, about my age. His daughter, Linda, was
about like Sally: stick-thin, like so many preteens, a little gawky, and
cute as a button. They hit it off immediately, continuing their
relationship "live" just as if they had known each other forever.
We moved into a large house together, to facilitate the plan. We did our
best to encourage close friendship, not only between the girls, but also
between our daughters and each other. It worked well. My daughter
herself told me she thought **** was a "dreamboat", and I understand
similar comments were heard in his side of the house.
We also both continued our usual policy of corporal punishment of the
girls, but began to include each other in the action. We waited for a
day when the girls had gotten into a little trouble together. We sat on
the couch and called the girls to stand before us.
"You've been naughty, haven't you, Sally?" I inquired. She just nodded,
shyly. "You know what that means, don't you?" I said. She nodded again,
but I insisted, "Tell me out loud!"
"You're going to spank me, but Daddy," she protested, "Not in front of
Linda and Uncle ****!" (The girls had taken to calling us "Uncle";
sweet, eh?)
"You're both going to punished together, right here and right now, isn't
that right, ****?" My "partner" nodded solemnly.
"Oh, Daddy!" they both wailed, but to no avail. Without further todo, we
both tipped our preteen daughters over our laps, tossed up their skirts
and pulled down their panties, and proceeded to give them a brisk,
business-like spanking on their bare bottoms. WAK! WAP! SWAP! "AAA! OOO!
OH-OH-OH!!" they moaned as their bottoms became fetchingly reddened.
When we let them up they bounced to their feet, panties around their
ankles, rubbing their sore bottoms. We sent them shuffling to the corner
to stand for a while, panties down, skirts tucked into their waistbands.
They blushed prettily, knowing that their "uncles" could see their bare
bottoms.
I must admit, it was extremely…stimulating to be spanking my cute little
daughter's bare bottom, while seeing (and hearing!) an equally cute
little preteen girl get spanked as well. I could tell that **** had
equally enjoyed the experience. We decided to take it to the next level
as soon as possible.
Perhaps the girls wanted us to do just that, for it wasn't long before
they had misbehaved again, and were again standing before us awaiting
punishment. "You've both been very naughty," I said.
"And because of that, we've decided that we need to punish you in a
special way, this time," **** intoned. "To emphasize how naughty you've
been, you each will be spanked by the other's father."
"Oh, Daddy, do we have to??!!" they protested. "It's so embarrassing!"
But it was no use; we were determined. By prior arrangement, we started
out spanking them through their thin cotton panties. But midway through,
we exchanged nods and pulled the panties down and continued to smack
them on their bare bottoms, to their blushing distress.
After that, we frequently punished each other's daughters. We advanced
to more varied forms of discipline. We made them stand up next to each
other, naked from the waist down, while we plied peach switches on the
backs of their thighs and their bottoms, judging their punishment by
their cries and the network of thin red lines produced. Another time we
stripped them completely naked. They were both so fetching, with their
little breast buds just barely breaking the plane of their chests, and
their unfledged little clefts peeping out between their slim thighs.
They looked like angels in despair, as we added the strap on the front
of their thighs to our repertoire.
We both tried to get some sense of what the girls thought of all this.
As far as we could tell, while finding it embarrassing and punishing,
they didn't object in any other way. We hit on the idea of "bugging"
their bedrooms to see what they really thought. A digital video and
miniature mike did the trick.
What we found blew us away, and triggered the next step, designed to
deal with our mutual "problem" once and for all. This is a sample of
what we heard:
Linda: "Man, they really let us have it today, didn't they!"
Sally: "Yeah. Boy, my bottom really stings, doesn't yours?"
Linda: "Yeah, sure does. So, waddya wanna do to get spanked again, huh?"
Sally: "I dunno. We've kinda run outa stuff that's not TOO bad, y'know."
Linda: "I know, but we gotta figure out something! I can't stand the
thought of your dad not spanking me again. It makes me feel…I don't
know, but it's something, isn't it!"
Sally: "Sure is! It makes that button, you know, that place between our
legs? It makes mine go all tingly. Does yours?"
Linda: "You said it! Sometimes I just gotta rub it, after we get
spanked, especially when they strip us naked!"
Sally: "Let's rub them now!"
And with that, we were treated to the incredibly stimulating sight (and
sound!) of our precious preteen daughters masturbating to a sweet,
yipping orgasm each! That sealed it. We put our plan into action the
next day.
After breakfast we sat the girls down for a talk. We mentioned to them
how lonely we had been without their mothers; they already knew that. We
also told them that we both loved them both very much. They knew that,
too. We told them that we had a special proposition for them.
We explained to them that we each were falling in love with the other's
daughter. Their eyes widened, and they seemed pleased. We told them that
it was becoming hard for us to suppress our desire for them; they seemed
both pleased and a little confused at that, but we plunged on. For us to
all stay together as we had been would be too tormenting for us, we
said. Despite their being so young, we were in love with them, and
wanted to be with them like "boyfriend and girlfriend", like husband and
wife. But, if we did that, there were some things we needed to tell them.
The girls seemed disposed to continue, so I plunged on, "You know we
both love both of you very much, right?" They nodded happily. "And we've
both punished you for some time now. Does your punishment hurt really
bad, or not really so bad?" They looked at each other, giggled, and
allowed that it 'wasn't really so bad'. "We know we've never punished
either one of you very severely, and we both appreciate it that even
though you sometimes got yourselves in trouble on purpose to get a
spanking, you've never really misbehaved badly. So your punishments
never needed to hurt really badly. Now if we go through with this, you
need to realize you both will continue to be punished, and sometimes in
some new ways. Some of these ways might seem strange or uncomfortable at
first, but you'll have to go along with them, because I will be Linda's
husband, and master, and daddy, and she will be my wife, my slave, and
my daughter. And the same goes for you, Sally, and Mr **** . Do you both
know what it would mean, to be husband and wife?" I asked.
Sally nodded slowly. "Uh-huh!" Linda piped up, "It means you get to rape
me, and my Daddy gets to rape Sally, right?" We were both a little
dumbfounded at her forthrightness, but we had to acknowledge that she
understood. "But there's something you should know about that, girls.
Even though we usually don't make your punishments hurt very bad, when
we rape you, there's no way around it, it'll probably hurt, maybe a lot.
It doesn't last long, but I wanted to make sure you knew about that."
Then we told them that we were leaving it up to them; if they didn't
want to get married to the other one's father, then we would split the
household up, and we both would seek wives as soon as possible, and
maybe even have to send the girls off to boarding school; the temptation
was simply getting to be too much!
We let them think about it alone with each other for a few minutes; we
were going to give them longer than that, but they came pelting into the
room we had retired to and fairly jumped each at the other's father,
clearly indicating their desire to proceed with our plan! We were so
gratified and filled with love for them that we spent many minutes just
hugging and kissing, first each other's daughter, then our own, then
each other's again.
We couldn't resist. Before we went any farther, we told the girls,
"Don't you think you both have been very naughty, lately?" They nodded
shyly. "Then you both had better get some very special punishment,
hadn't you?" They looked at each other and sort of "gulped", then came
and stood before us as we sat on the couch. We pulled our future
child-brides down across our laps, tossed up their skirts, and pulled
down their panties. WAP, SWAK, SMACK! "O-O-O-O!" they moaned as their
bottoms were reddened.
We stood them up and told them to take their clothes off. They blushed
and fidgeted as they stood before us, two pretty little naked preteen
girls in front of two grown men. We advanced on our respective victims
as they trembled and whimpered. I seized Linda's bottom with my left
hand, and proceeded to spank her directly on her little unfledged
girlcleft with my right, SMAK, WAK! "AAAA!" she cried out, and "OOOOH!
AAH!" as I continued to smack her on her little sex, making her jerk and
shiver.
Meanwhile Sally was bent over, grasping her ankles, as **** whipped her
bottom and anus with the riding crop! WAAK! WAPP! "OH! OH! OH!" my
little girl cried out as she experienced such strict, intimate punishment.
Then we picked the girls up and laid them down on the couches. We kissed
them sweetly, forehead, glabella, tip of the nose, full on the lips,
then nibbled on their slender necks. Then we fastened our lips and teeth
on their breastbuds and nipples, sucking, biting, pulling, as they
moaned and gasped. We slid down to their bellybuttons, and in almost
perfect time blew flurbishes in their navels as they giggled.
Then we were there, almost raping their little girlclefts with our
mouths, tasting the sweet musk of preteen girlhood, pressing our tongues
firmly against their hymens, then catching each one's clitoris in a long
excruciating bite between tongue and teeth, driving them to the point of
orgasm. We swiftly stood up and began to spank them full on each one's
cleft and clitoris as they yelled and bucked and sobbed, driving them
over the edge into sweet preteen orgasm.
Needless to say, after that experience, we were all eager to get moving
as quickly as possible. The move to *****-land was uneventful, we dads
having prepared passports, a place to live, and all the other
arrangements well in advance. We located the minister who was willing to
perform the ceremony, and were married to our little girls in no time.
One thing we both wanted, and made sure we instructed the girls in, was
how they were to address us now. We told them that they should call
their new husband "Daddy", and their "bio-father" Mr ---- . They seemed
to have no problem with this, and Linda immediately began calling me
"Daddy", and Sally did likewise with **** .
That evening we gathered in our new family room. It was nicely
appointed, with two generous divans (fitted, unbeknownst to the girls,
with straps suitable for bondage), and a table now laden with various
implements of punishment. There was a pleasant fire on the hearth. ****
and I sat down, and the girls sat on our laps. We hugged and kissed them
for a while, savoring their sweetness, caressing their slender forms.
I began to center on little Linda's charms more pointedly, fondling and
tweaking her little breastbuds and nipples through her thin blouse. She
writhed and gasped most fetchingly. I could hear Sally give voice to
****'s handling of her across the room as well. I ran my hand down her
front and seized her cleft suddenly through her skirt.
She jumped, and gave a little yip, but then sighed and relaxed to the
attention.
After a short but pleasurable bit of that pasttime, I stood her up and
said, "Young lady, you've been very naughty. Little girls who've been
naughty need to be punished, don't they?"
"Oh, yes Daddy, but please, Daddy, please!" she exclaimed prettily.
"Must I be punished??!!"
"Right now, young lady!" I answered sternly, and without further ado I
bent her underneath my arm, tossed up her skirt, pulled down her thin
cotton panties, and gave her a brisk, businesslike spanking on her bare
preteen bottom. I was dimly aware that my daughter was receiving similar
treatment, but by now I was so entranced with my own little preteen
slave-wife that I was nearly oblivious to anything else.
Little Linda moaned and danced so sweetly as I spanked her trim bottom,
SMAK-WAK-WAP!
After I had reddened her sufficiently, I stood her up, as she sniffled
and sobbed a bit. "Take off your clothes this instant, young lady!" I
commanded sternly.
She dithered for a moment, whimpering, "Oh, Daddy, please-please-please!"
I smacked her on her bare thigh, saying, "Right now, little missy!"
She trembled as she pulled her dress over her head and stepped out of
her panties. "Leave your shoes and socks on," I told her. Now she stood
naked before me except for knee socks and saddle shoes. She was
heartbreakingly slender, with a face like an angel in despair, after her
spanking. Her breasts were mere buds, nipples barely breaking the plane
of her chest. Her hips only barely began to think about flaring.
Her little unfledged cleft was sweetly displayed between her thighs.
I circled her slowly, slapping a riding crop in my palm. She shivered
and caught her lower lip in her teeth, eyes half closed. I suddenly
flashed the crop out, smacking her on the back of her thighs, SMACK!
"AAA!" she cried out, and "OO! AAH!" as I whipped her repeatedly on the
back, then the front of her thighs. Then I worked on her beautiful
bottom, watching the crop SLAP! onto her tender flesh, hearing her cry
out, admiring the gentle red glow imparted to her cheeks, both bottom
and facial!
I turned my attention to her chest. I just stood in front of her, eyeing
her little nipples and breast buds for a while, while she squirmed and
blushed. Then I brought the strap-end of the crop down sharply on first
one nipple, then the other, SMAK! SWAP! "AAAA! OOOO!" she cried out
wildly. I continued to whip her little breasts for a while, leaving her
nipples erect and fetchingly reddened. I reached out and seized her
nipples and breastbuds with both hands, and kneaded and worked them as
she gasped and moaned.
I paused for a moment and squirted some lubricant on the fingers of my
left hand. I seized her buttocks as she stood and probed deeply for her
anus (I had made sure she had emptied herself in the bathroom before we
started the punishment session), piercing and penetrating the little
preteen's bottomflower with first one, then two, then finally three
fingers. Meanwhile I took a small tawse and whipped her unfledged
cleftlips repeatedly, WAPP! SMAK! "AAAAA! OO-OO-OO-OO!" she cried out
and cried out as her little sex was punished so intensely.
Finally I could hold back no longer. I picked her up and positioned her
in knee-chest on the divan. I said, "Now, young lady, you're really
going to be punished. I'm going to rape you of the maidenhood of your
anus!" With that I positioned the head of my rod at her rosebud, and
thrust hard, piercing her tenderness and driving deep within her.
"AAAAAAA!" she screamed, and sobbed and wailed for a while, as I just
held her, staying buried within her all the while, kissing her hair and
stroking her gently. Soon her distress died down to the occasional sob
and sniffle. I began to work my rod in and out of her, long and slow at
first, then fast and hard, as I reached around and seized her clitoris.
The feeling of raping a little preteen girl's anus was indescribable:
warm, tight, soft, every thrust bringing a fresh cry to her lips and a
jerk to her slender form. In just a few strokes I couldn't help it, I
was spilling my seed in her rectum. We collapsed on the divan and I held
her close for a while as her sobs died away.
I carried her to the shower and cleaned us up. I carefully washed her
with a rough terrycloth, paying particular attention to her nipples,
cleft, and anus. When she squirmed a bit in response, I just commanded,
"Hold still, young lady!" Pressing her front against the cold tile, I
spanked her sharply on her bottom, then parted her legs and smacked her
on her girlcleft. After that she held still, but moaned and whimpered as
I scrubbed her tender intimate parts.
Afterwards I dried her, again spending extra time on her nipples and
cleft as she trembled. Then I told her to go back to the family room and
lay down on the divan. She knew what was coming, and dithered for a
moment, saying, "Oh, Daddy, must I??!!"
"No nonsense, young lady!" I sternly replied. "It's time for you to be
punished severely. I'm going to rape you of your maidenhead right now!"
Then I swatted her bottom and sent her snuffling on her way.
Once she was on the divan, I began to kiss her all over, starting at her
forehead, then her eyelids, cheeks, then spending some time with long
sweet kisses on her mouth. I nuzzled her neck for a while, then slid
down to her nipples, biting and sucking as she gasped. I flurbished her
navel to hear her giggle, and then I seized her cleft with my lips,
probing to her hymen with my tongue, savoring her sweetness again. Once
more I punished her clitoris with my tongue and teeth, catching it in a
long pulling bite that left her bucking and moaning.
Soon she was as ready as she'd be. I positioned the head of my rod
between her nether lips, then thrust firmly into her unfledged preteen
sex, driving for her cervix, raping her of her maidenhead. She gave a
short scream, then sobbed and moaned for a while. I just held her again,
kissing her hair, and waited for her distress to die down.
After a while the little preteen's sobs subsided, and I began to rape
her in earnest, first with long, slow strokes, then fast and hard,
wrenching cry after cry from her sweet lips. Since I had already spent
myself in her anus, I was able to carry on much longer, even though the
knowledge and sensation of raping a ten-year-old girl was nearly
overwhelmingly powerful; so tight, yet tender, her little body so
fetching as she jerked and spasmed with each thrust, her little voice
yipping and yiping rhythmically.
As I punished her steadily, pistoning in and out mercilessly, her little
cries became more hoarse, her slender hips bucking, and soon she was
shouting out her sweet preteen orgasm, "AAAAA! AAAAA! AAAAA!". This
drove me to near distraction, and after a few more punishing strokes
into her abused cleft, I poured my seed at her cervix.
Through the haze of desire and pleasure, I was dimly aware that Sally
was similarly being punished and ravished, and indeed, even as Linda
gave voice to the rape of her virginity, my little daughter was also
crying out under ****'s full weight as he likewise drove for her cervix,
grinding his pubic bone against her little preteen clitoris.
In the afterglow, we cuddled and held our punished little preteen girls
naked on our laps, nuzzling their silky hair and stroking their tender
bottoms and breasts. They buried their faces in our chests, and soon
they fell asleep. We carried them to bed. Tomorrow would be another day
of sweet punishment and rape of our pretty little preteens.
And we'll live happily ever after!
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