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SARA AND ME (MfMM, incest, nonconsent, anal, vaginal penetration, oral)
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SMACKK! My hard hand spanked my little girl directly on her cleft, and she
cried out, "AAAH!" My other hand insinuated between the cheeks of her bottom
and pierced, penetrated, and probed her anus, as I continued to punish her
tender sex. She moaned, and writhed, clearly nearing climax. Noticing this,
I pushed her back onto the bed, and, positioning my rod at her unfledged
cleft lips, I thrust deeply into her virgin girlhood. She nearly screamed,
crying out, "Oh, Daddy, you're raping me! You're taking my maidenhead! Oh,
DADDY! AAAAAH!" In a few strokes she was coming, her little hips pushing
up almost against her will to better receive the punishment- rape. Even after
she was spent I continued to rape her abused cleft for a few more minutes
as she trembled and whimpered, until I finally deigned to empty myself at
her cervix. Then I collapsed over her, covering her little body with mine.
After a few minutes she pushed me halfway off and sat up, saying, "Wow, that
was something! But we're gonna have to be more careful, Hon; we're gonna
wake up the baby!" I just grinned at my wife. I knew her too well by now;
quiet wasn't on the agenda when we played "Daddy's little girl gets punished"!
Our relationship was so fine; little was I to know that it would end so prematurely
and sadly, yet even so have such a wonderful silver lining...
We actually had no children ourselves; the "baby" was her 5-year-old niece,
her sister's child. The sister birthed her out-of-wedlock, the father nowhere
to be found, and then fairly promptly died a drug- associated death to no
one's surprise, leaving the baby with my wife-to-be. I'm sure much of what
attracted her to me was my willingness to take on an "instant family" and
be a father to her little niece. Nearly everyone we met, at church or store
or wherever, assumed she was my own child.
Meanwhile my wife and I developed our game of "Daddy and daughter", cranking
our sex life into overdrive! At the same time she seemed to have no problem
with me in the role of "Daddy" for her little niece. She encouraged me to
take part in her care, including bathing and discipline. Little Sara got
a paddling pretty frequently, being a normal, active child. Whenever I was
home my wife expected me to "take a hand", literally! If she could tell how
hard it made me, having pretty Sara over my knee, my hand reddening her little
bottom, or washing and drying her sweet little body, she never let on. Of
course she never even came close to encouraging any action beyond that, nor
was I about to try anything, since we didn't live in a country that allowed
either polygamy or underage marriage.
But all this changed quite suddenly when my wife died in a car wreck, just
miles from our house. I was home with Sara at the time. I won't go into the
details of the grief, the questions from Sara, the recovery period. They
don't bear remembering.
I wondered if there would be any problems about Sara staying with me, but
I said nothing to anyone else, and no one said anything to me. She had no
other relatives closer than a second cousin, as far as I knew, and no one
else had taken an interest in her. She looked on me as her daddy, anyway.
By the time I started taking an interest in life again, she was around 7,
and cute as a button. I became aware of a few minor but troublesome behavior
patterns that had set in. Nothing really serious, but it was time to reestablish
discipline. I had been remiss, wallowing in my grief. I had to put a stop
to it, so I "took her in hand".
"Sara!" I called her to me one evening after a day of occasional minor mischief.
She came, but in a dilatory fashion that was not appropriate obedience at
all, at all! I grabbed her arm as she came in range and pulled her right
down over my lap. I tossed up her dress and pulled her panties down to her
knees. "Young lady," I lectured, "you've been out of line for a while, and
it's high time I put a stop to it. This is just the beginning!"
With that I commenced to give her a brisk, business-like spanking, bringing
cries to her lips and tears to her eyes before I was done. After it was over
I rubbed her bottom for a while, soothingly, then gave her a big hug, enjoying
the feel of her clinging to me, staining my shirt with her tears, but clearly
accepting, even forgiving me for punishing her. It seemed to improve her
behavior for a while, too, not that there was that much to improve on to
begin with. She really was a good little girl; she just got carried away
sometimes.
As time went on I continued to punish her frequently. Soon it was nearly
every day. I varied it a bit; a spanking here, a switching on her thighs
there, occasionally my belt on her thighs and bottom. I really didn't punish
her hard, never leaving more than a faint red mark that faded slowly. Sometimes
I almost suspected that she purposefully misbehaved in some way, so as to
earn herself a spanking. And I always finished up by rubbing wherever I punished
her. Naturally I was stiff as a board by the time I let her up!
At ten, she had developed into a stunning preteen. Long, silky hair, the
face of an angel, and a body that was heartbreakingly slender, barely flaring
at the hips, nipples only slightly larger than they were at seven. She was
completely adorable. Sweet and smart, fun to be around, she really gave me
no trouble at all with her schoolwork (she was homeschooled), going to church,
or cleaning up her room.
I still managed to find some excuse or other to punish her almost daily.
It was around that time that her punishments began to...migrate. I found
myself using the belt on her more and more, purposefully angling it so that
the end snapped against her anus or girlcleft. Like I said, I never whipped
her hard, but her response to her punishment began to be very stimulating
to me. She would tremble, and moan, and seem to push her little bottom out
to receive my hand, or tilt her slender pelvis forward for the belt on her
vulva.
After a while I made no pretense of punishing her sexually "by accident".
After a typical bare bottom spanking, I would often order her to strip naked,
and stand up with her legs apart, giving her a half-playful smack on her
bottom to motivate her. Then I would punish her with various implements:
hand, belt, a wooden spoon on her little cleft; occasionally even a riding
crop across her nipples. When I rubbed her afterwards, my hands meandered
from her bottom and thighs to her chest, pinching and tweaking her nipples
and breast buds, then pressing insistently against her bottomflower and girlcleft,
as her breath came ragged and short. I don't think she ever actually came
during her "punishments", but she seemed close to it.
You wouldn't believe the temptation I was under to simply rape her and be
done with it, or at least use her mouth to relieve myself. But, as bad as
my actions may have been, I didn't want to go over that line. I could always
fool myself into thinking that what I did to her could somehow be legitimate
punishment, even though at some level I knew it wasn't. Still, something
had to give.
I guess subconsciously I was testing the waters. At any rate, I began to
mention to Sara that I was thinking about getting married again. Of course
I had no one in particular in mind, and if she'd thought about it, she should
have known that nothing like that would happen anytime soon. I hadn't even
had a date since her aunt had died.
I suppose it was predictable. "Daddy," she asked one night, right after I
had given her a quick spanking before bed, "Why do you want to get married
again?"
"Well, punkin, it's kinda hard to explain. But a man sort of needs a wife
around, to help him and keep him company and stuff," I replied.
"But you've got me around!" she proclaimed, indignantly, "And I can help
out a lot! Don't you like having me around?" she added, mournfully (and manipulatively!).
"A brat like you? Why should I like that?" I responded, winking, and grabbed
her and tickled her until she lay sprawling on the floor, giggling. I flopped
down beside her and we lay there together for a while, with an occasional
tickle and giggle thrown in.
Suddenly she popped up on her elbows, looked at me seriously, and said, "I'll
be your wife! You don't need anybody else!"
Well! With an opening like that, how could I resist?! But I wanted her to
think about this carefully, to be aware of the significance. "Honeypie,"
I said solemnly, "Do you really know what that means?"
She looked at the floor for a moment. Then she looked up at me shyly and
said softly, "It means you get to rape me, doesn't it?"
The question hung in the air between us, revolving lazily. My head buzzed.
I could barely breathe. Vertigo, and a sudden jolt of...joy pierced me, so
sharp it almost was nauseating. "Yes, it does," I finally managed to croak.
I think she might have mistaken my pallor, sweat, and unsteadiness as displeasure.
She got up slowly and said, "I know, but you don't want me 'cuz I'm so little
and not sexy like big girls." She turned and trudged off towards her room.
I've never been a sprinter, but I think I could have beaten any Olympic champion
from the floor to her side that day! I took her in my arms and held her for
a while. Then I looked into her sweet, trusting, sad eyes, and poured out
my heart to her. How I loved her, and wanted to cherish her and be with her
always. How I desired her sweet little body. How there was no one else in
the world I would rather marry than her. The look on her face was worth more
than all the jewels in the world, as she flung herself into my arms in a
fierce embrace while I buried my face in her hair.
She pulled back for a moment and looked up at me. "You'll still punish me
when we're married, won't you?" she asked, astonishing me again. I pushed
the haze out of my head long enough to acknowledge that, yes indeed, I would
punish her after we were married! Then ensued more hugging, and tender little
kisses.
After a while I whispered in her ear, "You know you've been a naughty girl,
and you need to be punished, don't you?" I nearly held my breath, waiting.
After a long beat, she just said, "Yes, Sir."
I stood her up, bent her under my arm, and gave her a brisk, business-like
spanking, WAPWAPWAPWAPWAP! She whimpered and yelped, "AAAH! OHOHOH! AAA!"
as she danced from foot to foot.
I stood her back up, and unceremoniously pulled her dress over her head,
and her panties down to her ankles, and commanded her to kick them off. Now
she stood in only her knee socks and loafers, looking like an angel in despair
after her spanking. I pulled my belt off and ran it through my fingers as
she looked on, eyes widening, trembling in anticipation. I strolled around
her naked form, slapping my doubled-up belt in my palm, admiring her slim
hips, flat chest with nipples barely breaking the plane, cute little bottom,
and most darling of all, her unfledged girlcleft peeping out from between
her slender thighs.
Suddenly I swung the belt onto the backs of her thighs, SWAP! "OH!" she cried
out, and then, "AAA! OOOOO! AH-AH-AH!" as I continued to whip her thighs
and bottom. I took the strap-end of the belt and paddled her nipples with
it, SMAKSMAKSMAK! "AAAAAH! OO-OO-OO-OO!" she cried out wildly. Soon her nipples
were erect and fetchingly reddened. I paused for a moment to seize her little
nipples and breast buds, kneading them and working them as she moaned and
writhed.
I picked her up and carried her lithe form to the bedroom. Laying her on
the bed I quickly fastened my mouth to her nipples, sucking and nibbling.
Moving south I found her jewel of a navel, and blew a flurbish into it, making
her squeal and giggle. Then my mouth slid down, down, to her maidenhood.
I probed her with my tongue, pressing firmly against her hymen, making her
cry out. Then I caught her clitoris in a long, excruciating bite between
tongue and teeth.
She began to come. I quickly stood up and brought the belt down across her
swollen, glistening cleft lips. She nearly screamed as she bucked up and
down in the throes of her little preteen orgasm. As she shuddered out the
last of it I swept her up in my arms and held her close. She clung fiercely
to me, her tears staining my collar as her tremors slowly subsided. After
a while I lay her gently down on the bed, kissed her forehead, and whispered,
"Good night, little love." She was asleep before I pulled the covers to her
chin.
The next day I swiftly set in motion plans I had been working on for some
time, in hopes that she would be...receptive. Having researched the marriage
laws in various countries, I moved us to ******, and bought a secluded villa
equipped with adequate security apparatus and well water. I located a justice
of the peace who, with well-greased palm, was willing to marry us.
When we got home I enfolded her in my arms for a long time, just reveling
in the knowledge that she was completely mine. The top of her head came to
the middle of my chest. I knuzzled her hair as she buried her face in my
shirt. But I couldn't bear to wait much longer. I disentangled myself from
her arms, and whispered in her ear, "You know you've been a naughty girl,
don't you?" She nodded, shyly. "And naughty girls have to be punished, don't
they?" She just hung her head, peeping up at me through her lowered lashes.
I bent her under my arm and tossed up her skirt. Her bottom gleamed bare
in the light; I had ordered her not to wear any panties. SMACK-SMACK-SMACK!
I paddled her rapidly, alternating from one cheek to the other. She whimpered
and moaned, "Oh, Daddy, please! Oh, please, my bottom!" as the redness appeared.
I stood her up and stripped her unceremoniously, leaving her naked in front
of me. She blushed prettily, down to the tips of her little breasts, just
barely breaking the plane of her chest; not breasts at all, really, only
nipples on top of breast buds. I took I had cut previously, and snapped it
across the front of her thighs, SWAK! She jumped and cried out, "AAA!" and
then, "OH! AH! OOOO!" again and again as I switched her repeatedly, on her
thighs, front and back, her already-punished bottom, and then her nipples.
She yipped and yiped at the sting, "AH! Daddy, my little breasts! OOO!" I
paused every now and then to admire the network of thin red lines left by
her punishment, before they faded rapidly.
I laid her down on a couch, widely spread, and brought the switch down sharply
onto her unfledged girlcleft, SWACK! "AAAAAAA!" she nearly screamed, and
"OOO-OOO-OOOOH!" as the switch whistled through the air to punish her little-girlhood
again and again. Then I turned her over to knee-chest position, and gave
the same treatment to her tender, delicate anus as she wailed and sobbed.
I cast away the switch, and let my hands roam over her body, as she remained
in knee-chest. I found her little nipples and toyed with them, tweaking and
pulling them, pinching and twisting as she sucked air in through her teeth,
then softly moaned, "SSSS-oooo!" I lubricated my right hand fingers and pierced
her anus, with first one, then two, and finally with three fingers, penetrating
and probing her, while my other hand seized her clitoris and cleft lips,
kneading and working them. A steady stream of moans and gasps were torn from
her lips. Soon she was bucking, and her cleft lips were moistening. I gave
her a few firm spanks on her anus and cleft, and she began to come.
I raised up over her and plunged my lubricated rod into her preteen bottomflower,
raping her of the miadenhood of her anus. She screamed briefly, then panted
hoarsely as I began to work my tool in and out of her, withdrawing almost
to the tip, then plunging to the hilt as she quivered and spasmed. I continued
to molest her clitoris as I raped her, and soon she was over the top again.
I let go, and poured my seed into her rectum. Then we collapsed on the bed
together, panting and murmuring.
I took her into the shower. She moaned and struggled briefly as I firmly
scrubbed her cleft and anus with a terry washcloth, so I pressed her nipples
and cleft against the cold tile and paddled her sharply on her bottom, thrust
three soapy fingers into her abused anus and probed her, then quicly withdrew
and smacked her on her cleft. She sobbed, "Oh, Daddy, please, I'll be good!"
She held still for the rest of her scrubbing, and for the vigorous toweling
she received, firmly massaging her tender nipples, cleftlips, and anus as
she trembled and whimpered.
I covered her cleft with my hand, lifted her up that way, carried her to
the bed, and fastend my lips to her vulva. As I tongued her already-punished
little-girlhood, her cries intensified, from soft little coos at first, to
hoarse cries as her slender hips began to move almost against her will.
It was time. I stood up, towering over her petite form, positioned my rod
at the opening of her little womb, then plunged in, raping her of her maidenhead
with one stroke, driving for her cervix, as she screamed and writhed underneath
me. I lay buried in her for a few minutes, my rod throbbing in her abused
vagina, as her distress died down to the occasional sob and sniffle. I couldn't
believe how tight and sweet her little girlhood was. I began to rape her
in earnest, long slow strokes that took her breath away, then harder and
quicker, grinding my pubic bone against hers, as she cried out rhythmically
with each thrust, "AAA-AAA-AAA-AAA!"
Soon the stretching and stimulation of her abused clitoris made itself known.
Her cries became more intense and wild, her little hips moved of their own
accord, and then I was treated to the sight, sound, and feel of a little
preteen climaxing as I raped her, my hard rod buried deep within her.
In the afterglow she lay in my arms, content, nearly asleep, a pretty little
preteen, mine to love and cherish, and to strip, spank, whip, and rape, as
long as we both shall live.
Posted By Nikki
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