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Subject: CHILD WIFE (Mf, cons, pedo, incest)
Date: Fri, 30 Jan 2004 00:28:39 -0800
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CHILD WIFE (Mf, cons, pedo, incest)
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I am just a poster and not the author Of This Storie!
(Mf, cons, pedo, incest)
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Most of the day she acts normally. No one would be able to tell, unless
they listened carefully to the things she says to me, and the tone of
voice she uses. They might seem a little...child-like, perhaps. But
then, so many young women are immature these days, they might not even
notice.
If they noticed her manner of dress, they might wonder at the pattern:
mostly jumpers, sailor suits, short plaid skirts with sheer white
blouses over lacy bras. Saddle shoes or loafers, and knee socks. If they
were able to see her panties, they would really be surprised! Always
cotton, lacy trim, with little hearts, teddy bears, or flowers on them,
even cartoons, sometimes (Cinderella, Jasmine, or Ariel, maybe; no Taz
or Power Rangers, that's for sure!).
You see, no matter how old she is in "bio-years", my wife will always be
ten years old to me. And although we're legally married, she will always
be my little "daughter", and I'm her "Daddy". We went through some rough
times, when my...predeliction was first revealed, but she wisely decided
to try and satisfy it as best she could, and hope that helped to keep me
on "the straight and narrow", as it were. And boy, did it ever work out
fine!
On a typical evening, after the kids are down, I'll be lying on the sofa
in our family room, two floors away from the kids' bedrooms, with a
monitoring system in place to let us know if they awaken. She'll come
trudging into the room, looking downcast. She'll be dressed in a
baby-doll nightshirt, all frills and lacy, very sheer, with nothing on
underneath. Or perhaps a soft pair of pajamas, with hearts or bears on
them. Her hair will be in a blue, little-girl's bow, or perhaps a
barette. Bunny slippers on her feet complete the outfit.
A typical exchange:
"Come here, young lady!" I growl. She shuffles over to my side. "You've
been very naughty today, haven't you?" I enquire. She just nods, glumly.
"Speak up, little missy, I can't hear you!" I command, punctuating it
with a smack to the front of her bare thighs.
"OH!" she gasps, and, "Yes, Daddy, I've been naughty!" she adds.
"And naughty girls should be punished, shouldn't they, young lady?" I
ask rhetorically.
"Oh, yes Daddy, I know, but Oh, please, Daddy, must I be punished?!" she
pleads, fetchingly. But to no avail. I tip her unceremoniously over my
lap, toss up the hem of her nightie, and express astonishment.
"Young lady! Where are your panties?! You should be ashamed to have your
bottom so bare. You really need a spanking!" And with that I commence to
rain smack after open-handed smack on her buttocks, alternating cheeks,
and frequently aiming for the groove between them, almost spanking her
on her anus, as she wails and sobs. After her bottom is suitably
reddened, I slow down, and gently rub her bottom, often pulling the
cheeks apart so she can feel the cool air on her little bottomflower.
She gasps and moans softly.
I push her off my lap and command her to stand up. She rubs her nose and
her bottom, snuffling. "You're not done with your punishment yet, young
lady!" I bark. "Take off that nightgown this instant!"
She dithers. "Oh, but Daddy, please! Do I haveta? Then I'll be
all...naked! It'll be so 'barassing!"
"Right now, young lady!" I reply, with a smack on her bottom. "You
should have thought of that before you misbehaved!" Reluctantly she
pulls the nightie up and over her head. In my mind's eye she is
heartbreakingly slender, hips just beginning to think about flaring,
breasts no more than buds, nipples barely breaking the plane of her
chest. Her girlcleft nearly matches my imagination: smooth, unfledged,
shyly peeping from between her thighs, as she writhes a bit in
embarrassment at my avid gaze.
"I think it will be the riding crop, tonite, little missy," I announce.
"Oh, Daddy, but please, please, please!" she begs, piteously. But I am
determined. I circle her, slapping the crop's end into my palm,
ominously. Suddenly I flash it out, smacking the back of her thighs as
she jumps and yelps. I whip her with the crop untill the backs of her
thighs are suitably reddened. As I do so I rest my left hand on her
shoulder, then slide it down, almost casually, then seize her left
breast, pinching and twisting her tender nipple. She writhes prettily in
reaction.
I swing around, circling my hand from her breast to her bottom, seizing
her recently-spanked cheeks in a firm grasp, as I bring the crop down
sharply across the front of her bare thighs. She cries out repeatedly as
I discipline her.
After a bit of that I pause, looking her up and down. She shivers and
sniffles, waiting. I tenderly kiss her forehead and hug her a bit, as
she presses against me. "You're so precious and pretty, little one. But
you're getting bigger, aren't you! I think you may be ready for Big
Girl's punishment tonite."
"Oh, but Daddy, please! Big Girl's punishment??!! But that means I
haveta be whipped on my...my..." she trails off, not wanting to finish
the thought.
"That's right, young lady, and right now!" With that I bring the crop
down sharply across her breasts with a smack! She wails and sobs as I
repeatedly whip her top, reddening her little-girl breasts, her nipples
becoming erect from the stimulation.
"You know what I think you need, little one? I think you need a bra and
panties whipping," I opine solemnly.
"Wh-what's th-that?" she inquires, nervously twisting her hands together
and fidgeting.
"That's where I use this," I said, holding up the crop, "To make it look
like you have on a bra and panties, but it's really just your hide being
tanned from your punishment!" She gapes in astonishment at this, and
then begs and pleads.
"Oh, Daddy, please, do I have to have a bra and panties whipping??!! Oh,
Daddy, it's gonna sting so much on my little nipples and cleft! Oh,
Daddy, please!"
WHAP! goes the crop on her breasts again, and "AAAA!" cries out my
little child-wife. Her moans and cries fill the air as I redden her
little breasts completely, not neglecting the undersides and lateral
surfaces. Then I shift my aim to her bottom, fading but still reddened
from her spanking, and bring the flush back to her "cheeks" with the
crop, as she dances from foot to foot.
Shifting to her front, without mercy I swing the crop back and forth
across her mons as she wails and sobs. I order her to spread her little
legs, and she obeys after a sharp smack to her breasts convinces her
that I mean business. Then I complete her "bra and panties" by
thoroughly reddening her cleft and anus with the crop. By now she is
sobbing convulsively, the tears running down her little cheeks.
I stop, finally, and sit down on the couch, pulling her down onto my
lap. She clings to me, staining my shirt with her tears as she sniffles.
My rod, fully swollen, is pressing into her little groove. She shifts a
little uncomfortably, and asks, "Daddy, what's that lump in your pants
pressing on my bottom?"
"That's Daddy's punishment rod, honey," I respond.
"Y- your p-punishment rod?!" she inquires, nervously. "Are you going to
p-punish me with it?"
"Yes, baby doll, I am."
"Are you going to...whip me with it?" she asks, her little face screwed
up as she tries to imagine how I would do that.
"No, honey, Daddies use their punishment rods to punish their little
girls by raping them in their little anuses and girlclefts when they've
been naughty. And you've been very naughty, so it's time for you to be
raped," I announce.
Without further talk I put her on the couch in knee-chest position. She
is too astonished and stunned to speak. I lubricate her rosebud, and
suddenly pierce, penetrate, and probe her tender, delicate anus. With
the other hand I seize her clitoris, kneading and working it. She moans
and writhes in preteen passion. Soon she is obviously nearing climax, so
I withdraw my hand and spank her a few times sharply on her anus and
cleft. She bucks and sobs, nearly screaming as she comes. Even before
she has sobbed out the last of her little-girl orgasm, I position my rod
at her rosebud, and thrust deep, raping her in her anus. She screams,
"OH, DADDY, YOU'RE RAPING ME! YOU'RE RAPING MY ANUS!
OHDADDYPLEASEI'LLBEGOOD! OH, DADDY, YOU'RE STRETCHING MY LITTLE ANUS!"
The scene is so intense, in practically no time I'm emptying my seed
into her rectum as she cries out rhythmically with each thrust. We
collapse on the couch together, me still buried inside of her, as she
sobs out the last of her come in my arms.
After a while I withdraw. "We need to get you cleaned up, young lady,
you're a mess!" I say, and propel her, with a swat to her naked bottom,
to the shower we had installed off the family room. In the shower I
clean her well, scrubbing her nipples, anus, cleft, and clitoris with a
rough terry washcloth. She squirms away from my ministrations, so I
sternly order her, "Hold still, young lady!" and press her front against
the cold tile. I spank her wet thighs, bottom, anus, and cleft, as she
sobs, "Oh, Daddy, please, I'll hold still! Please, Daddy, please!"
Finally I release her, and resume her cleaning. This time she shivers
and moans, but holds still as I scrub her intimate parts. Out of the
shower, I devote similar attention to her as I towel her off with an
equally rough towel. Again I swat her on the bottom as I send her back
to the couch.
I lay her naked, supine, knees spread on the couch. She blushes to think
that, as an unfledged preteen girl, she is so exposed to my gaze. But
all thought is soon driven from her as I bring the crop down full upon
her cleft and clitoris, SMACK! "OOOOOO!" cries my sweet little girl,
giving voice repeatedly as I whip her again and again. Soon I am fully
ready. I cover her slender body with mine, and unceremoniously thrust my
rampant rod deep into her girlcleft, raping her to her cervix with one
stroke. "AAAAAAH!" she screams, and "OH, DADDY! YOU'RE RAPING ME! YOU
RAPED MY LITTLE MAIDENHEAD FROM ME! OH, DADDY, PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE!" She
continues to cry out, rhythmically, as I rape her in earnest: long,
hard, quick thrusts, pinning her to the couch, bringing her quickly to a
bucking, writhing, screaming orgasm. I force her to endure more intimate
punishment as I continue to rape her vigorously for a few more minutes
while she moans and sobs before I finally deign to empty myself inside
her abused unfledged girlcleft.
We collapse together on the couch in each other's arms, long, sweet,
passionate kisses. I can't begin to tell you how much I cherish her, and
appreciate the gift she gives me nearly every day.
***Sigh***