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Subject: Little Kelly (Mf, incest, cons, extreme-pedo)
Date: Sun, 12 Sep 2004 13:41:40 -0700
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Little Kelly (Mf, incest, cons, extreme-pedo)
Kelly frowned, and she felt tears welling up in her eyes. She fought
them back as best she could, which was not particularly well.
"Please," she pouted, "I'm sorry, mommy."
Her mother seemed to ignore her, keeping her eyes on the road. They had
just come from a parent/teacher conferance, where Kelly's mom had learned
how Kelly had gotten into a fight at school, where she had bite another
girl. Her teacher also went on to say that Kelly's behaviour had been less
than excellant - and she had cited her for excessive talking and rudeness.
"Mom," she said again. When she got no reply, she decided to remain
silent fort he duration of the trip back home.
When they got home, Kelly climbed out of the car and followed her mother
into the house. She was afraid.
Her mother put down her purse, let down her hair from the pony tail she
had had it in, and took off her heavy coat. Kelly just stood, biting her
lip and staring at her feet, waiting for her mom to say something.
"Come with me," she finally said. She led Kelly to the her mom's
bedroom, where she sat on the edge of the bed.
"Take off your shorts," she said sternly. Kelly, knowing what would
happen if she did not comply, removed her shoes and slid her shorts off.
She approached her mother, expecting, now, to be spanked. But her mother
continued, "And your underwear."
Kelly's stomach dropped. She loathed bare-bottomed spankings. They
were twice as painful and infitely more degrading. On the verge of tears,
she complied, sliding her lacey panties off. She immediatly felt the cold
air of the room against her inner thighs and young womanhood.
Once again, she started towards her mother.
"No," her mother said. "Take your shirt off, too."
Kelly was baffled. Why would she have to take off her shirt of a
spanking? She though about refusing, but she didn't have the guts.
Instead, she took off her shirt, leaving her completely nude, save for her
socks.
Her face burned with humiliation, her budding breasts so lewdly exposed,
and two tears rolled down her blushing cheeks.
It was indeed cold in the room, and her small, pink nipples stiffened
instantly. She shivered. Her mother motioned for her to assume the
position.
Wimpering, and still crying, Kelly climbed across her mother's lap, with
her little white bottom hanging over the edge of her mother's right knee.
She bit her lip, closed her eyes, and felt the stinging burn of the first
strike.
**SMACK**
She let out a little squeeking noise. Almost immediatly, she recieved
another two slaps. Her right hand flew back instictively to protect
herself, but her mother expertly caught and pinned the hand to the small of
her back.
Another couple of slaps, and Kelly started sobbing. More tears rolled
down her face, and she started pleading.
"OOhh, Mom, stop, please, *SMACK* Unf! Ahg, Mommy, don't!"
Her mother was completely callouse to her daughter's pathetic beggings,
and kept up a hail of blows for another several minutes. By that point,
Kelly sobbed openly, and her bottom had turned a bright red. The slightest
touch or shifting of wind made her wince.
Finally satisfied with the condition of her raw bottom, Kelly's mother
finished up with one sharp smack, and started working the backs of the
girl's thighs.
All the while, Kelly was squirming and wriggling, trying to break her
hand free of her mother's grasp, or to move her sensitive, exposed thighs
away from her mother's tortorous blows. Of course, she failed, and all she
could do was writhe and scream and cry.
Finally, her bottom beginning to bruise and her thighs a crimson,
burning red, her mother relented. Putting one arm under the girl's knees
and the other under her torso, she stood up and plopped the girl down, onto
the bed. Kelly's hands moved to her redenned backside, and she kept
bawling. Her mother, emotionless as ever, gave the girl a short moment to
catch her breathe before she took action once again.
Grabbing the girl's right wrist in her right hand and her left hand in
her left, she moved both of Kelly's wrists to one of her larger, more
powerful hands, effectively disabling Kelly's arms. Confused, as she
thought the spanking had come to its conclusion, Kelly tried to fight back,
but all was futile.
Pushing her bound hands down against Kelly's chest, her mother had her
pinned to the bed and unable to turn over. To Kelly's surprise, her mother
began slapping the tops of the girl's thighs. Her legs being free, Kelly
began squirming around, trying to dodge her mother's blows.
"Keep them out straight!" her mother commanded, making her point known
with a sharp, stinging slap to Kelly's hairless vagina. Kelly stopped
moving - and breathing - immediately; she was absolutely stunned that her
mother would touch her there, let alone slap her there. She was so
bewildered that her crying actually let up for a moment, and she did not
even notice the next series of heavy blows she sustained to the top of her
right thigh.
The pain finally brought her back down to Earth, and she started
squirming again. And, again, her mother slapped her hard and squarly on
the vagina. This time, she left her hand there for a second, touching her
daughter's most extremely private and intimate area, driving the girl mad.
Teers again flowing, Kelly finally learned to lay perfectly still as her
mother finished up smacking the tops of her thighs.
Kelly was not entirely sure why, but before the spanking was over, she
had sustained at least two more slaps to the vagina. It was truly painful,
and mind-bogglingly disgusting that her mother would do that.
Finally, Kelly's entire backside burning and the fronts of her thighs
bright red and stinging madly, the spanking ended. Kelly's face was as red
as her abused thighs, and was stained with the tears of the ten-minute long
spanking. Her mother let go of her wrists, leaving the girl lying,
breathless and horrified on the bed. After a moment, the girl stood up and
climbed out of the bed. Her mother had not left the room - she was
standing by the foot of the bed, watching as the girl began to dress.
As she slid her panties on, she felt her mother's eyes burning into her
body - her young, hairless crotch, her budding breasts - the last shreds of
her dignity being washed away by her mother's scorful stare.
Finally, still weeping, she was fully dressed. Her entire lower body
burned, and she felt that her bottom was nastily bruised.
"You shouldn't have bothered with your clothes," her mother said, "your
father will be home any minute."