Role Playing Sessions

As the cab traveled down the street, Brooklyn glanced out at the neighborhood that she hadn't seen since she was twelve. She'd always enjoyed it at her grandfather's house, but she'd never been sent there as punishment before. But, as she looked around, the decent sized city seemed like it could be some fun. Her grandfather was probably cool, after all, despite what her mother had said. It wouldn't be hard to find new friends, and maybe the boys around there wouldn't be such pricks.

As the taxi stopped in front of her grandfather's house in the suburbs, she actually smiled. The quaint, two-bedroom brick house hadn't changed a bit. She gathered her bags from the trunk and then approached the front door, giving it a brief knock. When it opened up, she couldn't help but smile. Her grandfather had aged, certainly, but he was still the 5'8" typical grandfather with a pot belly and bushy white hair over his arms and legs. Even his outfit of ill-fitting khaki pants and an old striped polo shirt was typical.

"Granddaddy!" she said as she wrapped him in an instinctive hug.

For Arthur, it was a happy surprise to get to have his granddaughter with him for the summer. His mother had said she needed a strong disciplinarian in her life, and he knew he could be just that and be a loving grandfather at the same time. As he hugged her, he couldn't help but feel how much she'd grown. Her small breasts were hardly impressive in the blue t-shirt, but her lithe frame looked so good in the jeans and sneakers.

"Brooklyn!" he said, wrapping her in a hug," How was the trip? Come on in!"

After hugging her grandpa, Brooklyn threw herself down on the couch. "Ugh, it was such a loooong flight. And the cabby barely spoke English, and he smelled like falafel. Speaking of which, what's for dinner? Are you going to take me out on our first night? I know it's so cliche but I LOOOOVE Olive Garden. Take me to Olive Garden, Granddaddy!"

Arthur just stood looking at Brooklyn in shock. Her mother was right, the girl was disrespectful, selfish, and as she continued, he realized she was without shame.

"I hope we get a cute waiter that I can flirt with. Maybe he'll comp our food or slip me a free drink."

"Brooklyn," Arthur said in a warning tone to get her attention.

"Don't tell Mom, but I would totally suck the waiter off if it got me a free meal. Oh, god, I can't believe I just said that to my grandfather. But you already know I'm a slut because that's why Mom sent me here. So what'll it be? Ooooh, or you could take me to Red Lobster..."

After being drowned out by her word vomit, Arthur had enough. He reached out and slapped Brooklyn's face with a strong hand.

"OWW!" she cried out.

"Good girls get rewards. Bad girls get punished. The quicker you learn that, the better. Now take your bags up to your room. I expect you back down here in 30 minutes to cook my dinner," he said.

"But..." Brooklyn started, but another hand caught her across the mouth.

"Did I stutter, young lady?" he sneered. "Do as I say, or the next smack will be on your ass."

Brooklyn stood up, pouting. She stomped her foot childishly. She rubbed her stinging cheek as tears came to her eyes. With a glare at her grandfather, she took her bags and huffed up the stairs.

"Thirty minutes. No more. And change that attitude."

"I thought you were cool," she shrieked as she dragged her bags up the stairs.

In her room, Brooklyn threw herself on the bed and let the emotions pour out. The pain in her face was hot and deep. Her grandfather had slapped her harder than anything she'd ever felt. She'd let guys degrade her during sex before, but nobody had ever slapped her like that.

"Good girls, bad girls, my ass..." she grumbled. But in thirty minutes, she was downstairs and in the kitchen.

"Good," Arthur said, and he touched her cheek gently. "That was good."

She shrugged away from his touch and set about cooking one of the only "meals" she knew how to make. It wasn't long before she'd made spaghetti for the both of them, and walked into the living room.

"Dinner's ready," she said with her typical teenage attitude. "Mom never told me I was going to be a slave."

Arthur half smiled to himself. She put up a good front, but she wasn't as tough as she liked to act. Her mother had tried to act the same way when she became a teenager. It had lasted all of a week. Rather than dealing with it on a case by case basis, Arthur had sentenced her to a week of scheduled spankings. Every evening at 7 PM he had her in the "arrest position" with her hands on the wall, legs spread, and bent slightly forward. Whatever she'd worn that day was what she got spanked in that night. Her dressing habits had changed immediately as his leather belt found any bit of exposed skin.

But, despite what the hippies said these days, it had worked. His daughter had turned out perfectly well...but her daughter needed some work. Throughout dinner she gave him the typical teenage silent treatment, but he didn't care. He could last a lot longer than her.

When he was done, he stood up and wiped his mouth. "That wasn't bad, Brooklyn. Although it could use a little extra salt next time. Now, get these dishes cleaned up and put away. I'll be in the living room watching the game if you need me."

As he disappeared into the other room, Brooklyn shook her head in disgust. Her mom really had sent her there just to be his servant.

But, the evening was still early, and she'd done what he asked. After cleaning and putting away the dishes, she headed upstairs to get changed. Since it was her first night in town, she wanted to make a good impression, and she had just the outfit. Opting for a pair of black heels, a black bra, a grey and white striped tank top, pink cotton panties, and a layered, transparent net skirt.

Perfect, she thought as she looked over her butt in the mirror. It would allow for "easy access" as she planned on letting plenty of men fuck her that night. Besides, she would never find Mr. Right unless she fucked plenty of Mr. Wrongs.

As she walked down the stairs, she gave a wave to her lame grandfather. "I'm heading out. Don't wait up."

She was almost to the door when her grandfather stood up. "Just where the hell do you think you're going, young lady?"

"Um, out?" she said as if he'd asked the dumbest question ever.

"Ohhhh no," he replied, shaking his head. "Going out is a privileged you haven't earned, and you sure as hell aren't going out dressed like a hooker."

Feeling more bold than she should, she laughed derisively. "Well, I do plan on getting fucked in the ass for drinks, sooo..."

For an old man, his hand moved faster than she thought was possible. The sting and ringing in her ears seemed to appear out of nowhere as he slapped her.

"I know you think you can do whatever you want, Brooklyn, but I'm going to show you that that just ain't the case." Taking her by the hand, he pulled her back into the living room where he had a seat on the couch. Looking up at her, he patted his leg.

"You can't be serious. I'm not a kid."

"No, you're a spoiled, little cunt. Now bend over."

Sighing, Brooklyn bent over his lap, feeling his legs pushing into her stomach. The position felt oddly sexual with her being so much larger at that point in her life. The feeling was reinforced when he lifted the net skirt up, further revealing her panties-clad butt.

She felt her grandfather's hand move up under her skirt and push it up, exposing her panties to his view. His hand caressed her softly for just a moment, sliding across her ass cheek before trailing down her crack to brush across the cleft in her panties as they were pulled tight across her pussy.

"Granddaddy?" she asked nervously.

In that mere second of him touching her, she realized that she loved the tenderness and that no boy had ever touched her that lovingly before. It was as if her grandfather was actually admiring her ass.

Then his hand pulled away and came down hard, shattering her thoughts with a sting. But his hand remained a moment, touching her lightly before pulling away to deliver another smack. She found herself alternately aroused and then angered. But after the fifth smack, she realized that even the pain was starting to become arousing with how her granddaddy was touching her.

"Granddaddy," she whimpered, tears filling her eyes.

"You're such a dumb cunt, Brooklyn," he said, smacking her again. As he laid his hand on her ass and left it drift down between her cheeks, he said, "I don't think the spankings have been doing enough good. You need to be taken down a peg."

Arthur clicked the remote to turn on the TV. The ancient tube television sparked to life with a crackle of static.

"You need to see what a truly stupid, little bitch you are."

Brooklyn looked up from her granddaddy's lap in horror to see herself on the screen. It was the video that had circulated the internet -- the reason she had been sent here under her grandfather's care.

The Brooklyn on the screen was naked, with the word "WHORE" written on her face. Her lips made the "O", and while one guy fucked her pussy from behind, another one was pissing in her mouth.

As she turned away from the screen, she felt her grandfather's erection pressing against her side.

"You were so drunk that night that you didn't even realized what you were doing. But you're sober now, and I want you to watch that worthless cunt on the screen while I spank you for trying to repeat her mistakes."

Arthur grabbed the back waistband of her panties and pulled them down, revealing her anus and pussy lips.

"Granddaddy, no!" she squirmed, but he took ahold of her by the hair and turned her head to watch the screen. Then he smacked her bare ass hard.

"Bad girls get punished. Good girls get rewarded. Tonight you're a bad girl. This is your punishment."

Brooklyn's eyes burned with tears as she was forced to watch her degradation. Her ass felt blistered from her grandfather's repeated strikes. She felt like she could feel the shape of his hand burned into her skin. But what really confused her was the erection pressing into her body.

When the video ended, so did the smacks to her ass. Arthur threw her off of himself onto the ground. She sprawled there, her panties around her thighs, almost an exact image of the girl on the screen.

"The worst part is that you're giving yourself up to ass-wipes and dickheads like that," Arthur said, pointing at the screen. "You're worth so much more than that, Brooklyn. You're a beautiful girl with so much potential."

Brooklyn bawled as her grandfather stood over her yelling. Seeing her broken like that, moved him. He knelt down next to her and stroked her hair.

"There are men in this world that would treasure a girl like you," he said kindly, wiping the tears from her cheeks. "You may not win any beauty pageants, but you're not ugly, Dear. Guys like that?" He gestured at the naked frat boy on the screen with his dick in Brooklyn's mouth. "They will never love you, never care about you. They will fuck you and throw you to the curb. Do you understand?"

Brooklyn nodded as she sobbed.

"Look around you and see who really loves you. Who cares about you? I just want to help you be a better girl, Sweetie, so that you can find the right guy to love you."

Arthur got up and pulled her by the hand until she was standing. She couldn't walk with her panties around her thighs, but she waddled toward him as he sat back on the couch and pulled her to him. Eventually, she was in his lap, her bare pussy pressing against the erection in his pants.

"I'm only doing this because I love you, Sweetie," he said, stroking her hair and wrapping her in his arms.

As he held her, she realized something was happening. Her pussy was getting wet, and it wasn't from the spanking. It was from the way he was holding her and from the erection she felt beneath her. She relaxed into his touch, and he held her tight, making her pussy drip down onto his pants.

Brooklyn wiped the tears from her eyes as she rested in his arms.

"You're right," she said, sighing. "I think I've always known, but I was just...well...hoping. Hoping that I'd find a guy who liked me. I should've been looking closer to home this whole time, huh?"

It melted Arthur's heart to see the realization come over his sweet granddaughter's face. "That's right, Cupcake. But don't you worry; the past is the past. You have to focus on the future."

"Thanks, Granddaddy," Brooklyn said as she leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek. But her lips lingered on his face longer than they should. She moved them up to kiss his forehead as well before leaning back.

"I wish I could find someone like you, Granddaddy. Someone who's strong, and loves me, and has my best interests at heart..."

Pressed against his ribcage, she could feel his heart beat faster in his chest.

"I hope so too, sweetie. You'll make some man very lucky."

"Well, I hope whoever it is is as handsome as you," she said, smiling. "You know...I mean, you've already seen me on the internet, and my pussy and butt."

Her hand gently rubbed over the erection in his pants as she looked back up into his eyes. "If you wanted me to take the rest of my clothes off, I'd be happy to."

"I'm glad you brought that up, Brooklyn," Arthur said. "Because I need to punish you just a little more, and I need you to be naked for me to do it."

She wrapped her fingers around the shape of his shaft, making him groan and involuntarily buck his hips up toward her. She looked into his eyes and gave her best "pouty puppy" look to him.

"But my little ass is already so bruised," she said, beginning to stroke his shaft. She was thinking that if she could get him turned on, she could make him putty in her hand and avoid another punishment.

He put his hand over hers to stop her.

"You've been using your whore cunt, and your tits to try to fuck men into loving you. I'm going to beat those parts of you, Brooklyn. I'm going to slap your tits and smack your cunt until you cry for me again. And I'm going to do it because I love you."

"Granddaddy," she whimpered, tears coming to her eyes again at the thought of her most vulnerable parts being beaten.

"Now, Princess, the more compliant you are, the more of a good girl you are, the sooner it will be over."

Brooklyn knew he wasn't bluffing. She also knew, from the fact that his erection did not abate one bit, that he was turned on by the idea of punishing her, and she found herself amazed and aroused by that fact.

"I'll be good, Granddaddy, for you," she said, getting up.

She stood up and finished pulling her panties off. Arthur held out his hand, and the act of handing over her underwear to him felt strangely intimate, making her gush a little.

"I want the rest of it, too, Sweetie. I need you standing naked in front of me."

Arthur couldn't help himself. As he watched his granddaughter undress, he lifted her panties to his nose. When he inhaled, Brooklyn's eyes got big, and she let out an involuntary moan. Her grandfather, her own flesh and blood was inhaling the scent of her cunt! Once she was naked, she felt more exposed than ever before in her life. His eyes drank in her small breasts, her bare cunt, her long legs with desire.

Arthur stood up next to her. "Open your mouth," he said. She did, not sure what to expect. But when he shoved her panties in, she felt alarmed. She started to try to spit them out, but he put his hand over her mouth.

"You're going to want to scream when I smack you That's okay. It's wonderful, in fact. But when you do, and your voice is muffled by the wad of cloth in your mouth, I want you to think about what kind of man you want to take those off for. Understand?"

Her nostrils flared, her eyes went wide as his hand started to caress her breast. It was as light of a touch as he'd laid on her ass before spanking her. She knew she was in for pain.

"I said: understand?"

She nodded quickly, closing her eyes in expectation. The first smack was hard. It made her little tit bounce and jiggle. It not only caused her skin to smart, but it brought out a deep ache as well. He smacked each one a few times, filling the room with her muffled screams, and then he pushed her legs apart.

"NNmnph," she tried to protest. She shook her head, but she knew it wouldn't do any good. His hand moved across her thigh with that same, gentle touch. She moaned softly, despite herself.

He stood close, his erection pressing into her hip, and then his hand was there, on her sex, touching her pussy. She realized that he could feel how wet she was. His middle finger pushed up between her folds.

"I know you got wet when I was holding you," he whispered in her ear as he rubbed up and down her slit. "The idea of a strong man taking you in hand and both punishing you and loving you -- it turns you on like nothing ever has before, doesn't it?"

Brooklyn squinted her eyes shut as she moaned into her panties. His voice in her ear, the warm breath on her face, the rough, calloused finger sliding up inside of her...she knew she was breaking for him. Reluctantly, she nodded.

And then a smack. A smack like none she'd ever felt. Her clitoris was already swollen from the arousal, so when he slapped it fiercely, it made her see stars. She screamed into the gag. She almost fell down, but he held her, gripping her by the crotch.

"Not yet," he whispered in her ear. "I'll lay you down in a minute, but I need to punish this slutty cunt of yours first."

Another slap. She leaned into him, screaming at the pain, trembling. She put her hands on his arms, not to stop him, just to touch him, to hold herself up by his strength.

"I'm going to hit your dumb pussy one more time, but first..." he pulled the panties out of her mouth and let them drop to the floor. She gasped for air. For the first time since he'd started this new punishment, she opened her eyes. He was right in front of her, looking into her eyes.

"First, I want to hear you tell me what you've learned. Then I want to hear you beg for me to hit you one last time."

"I've learned to be a good girl, Granddaddy, and do what you say. I promise I'll be good from now on and not be a slut." The words poured from her mouth as freely as the tears poured from her eyes.

"Good," Arthur replied, " Now, you know what to do."

Brooklyn's body hurt, but she knew that it was better to do as he asked than to risk further punishment. Working up her willpower, she felt her voice crack. "P-please, hit me one more time, Granddaddy."

"That's a good girl," he replied. "Now...for your final hit."

The smack on her sensitive cunt sent a wave of pain coursing throughout her body and she screamed in agony.

"Now you know the punishment, it's time to take care of my needs," Arthur said as he began to undress.

The pain was too much for Brooklyn; she barely noticed that her grandfather was stripping nude.

Arthur looked at the tear-stained mess who was shuddering next to him. She was compliant, though, and as he bent her over one of the arm of the couch. He looked at his granddaughter's swollen cunt and red-welt covered ass. Guiding his hard, 5" cock up with her wet, abused slit, he thrust forward, taking his granddaughter's pussy.

Brooklyn sobbed as he began to fuck her; no longer enjoying the thought. She was broken and just his well-behaved servant and fuck doll for the summer.

Arthur grabbed her hair, and made her arch her back until she was looking up at him. He reached the other hand around and groped her sore breast. He took her nipple between his fingers and started to twist, adding to her agony.

"The lesson I need you to learn, Cupcake," he growled in her ear, "is that it's only okay to be a slut with a man who truly loves you."

He let go of her hair and took her other nipple in hand to twist and pull. Her sobs intensified.

"And nobody loves you like family. Nobody will ever love you as much as I do. Understand?"

"Yes, Granddaddy!" she moaned as tears poured down her cheeks.

"I promise you that you'll get to be the slut you always want to be -- get the attention from a man you've always craved -- and that your pussy will be fucked and filled with cum every day. You're going to clean my house, cook my food, and service my cock every day. And if you step out of line, I will break you again, just like I have tonight."

"Granddaddy!" she sobbed.

"You'll always be a slut and a whore, Brooklyn. But now you're my slut, my whore. Your body, your pussy, your tits, your tears...even your orgasms...it all belongs to me now."

"Yes, Granddaddy," she whimpered.

"Awww, you're being such a good girl now, Princess," he said. She couldn't tell if it was condescending or sincere, but either way, she realized that it made her wet when he called her a good girl.

"Good girls get rewarded," she said, stifling a sob.

"Yes they do," Arthur responded. He let go of her tits and brought one hand to her mouth. She parted her lips and let him push his middle finger into her mouth. She sucked on it. "Good girl. Get it nice and wet." Then he pulled it out and moved it down to touch her engorged clitoris.

She shrieked at the touch at first, but as he slowly circled her hood while continuing to thrust his cock in and out of her pussy, she started to feel her arousal building.

"Granddaddy..." she purred. "That feels sooooo goooood."

"What did I tell you?" he asked.

"Good girls get rewarded."

"That's right. But I also told you that your orgasms belong to me. So if you want to cum, you're going to have to beg me for it. Do want to cum for Granddaddy, Cupcake?"

"Yesss, Granddaddy," she moaned.

As he fucked her cunt, he continued to rub her clit, building the orgasm within her.

"Mmmmm. Fuck, Granddaddy, that feels so good."

"And who is Granddaddy's little slut?"

"I am," she replied as she moaned.

"Yesss. My tight cunt. My sweet, little slut."

"Ohhhh fuck, Granddaddy, I'm so close," she moaned.

Arthur could tell he was close as well, and couldn't hold back much longer.

"My good girl's going to cum with me, isn't she? She's going to cum on my cock as I pump my sperm into her, isn't she?!" he groaned.

"Yes, Granddaddy! Oh fuck, I'm so close! I'm going to cum on your cock!!!" she screamed.

As he hammered into her and buried his cock, he felt her cunt clench him, and he began to ejaculate. Both grandfather and granddaughter moaned, and their bodies bucked as they came with each other.

Arthur couldn't believe how tight his granddaughter's cunt felt on him. He'd played the field since his wife died. He was a professor at the community college for a while, and he'd had his share of inappropriately young pussy in his life. But nothing he'd ever experienced felt as good as Brooklyn's twat caressing him right now.

"Oh, Brooklyn! Cum with Granddaddy. Cum for me, Princess. I'm gonna cum in you...I'm gonna cum...I'm...I'M CUMMING, BROOKLYN! MY GOOD! LITTLE! BROOKLYN!"

"GRANDDADDY!" she cried. Since the moment she'd felt his hard cock under her when she sat in his lap, she somehow knew that she was going to take his load in her. But what she didn't know was how hard he would make her cum. The boys that had fucked her and dumped her had made her tingle. She always got soaking wet whenever she started undressing for a guy who was about to use her. She loved the feeling of cum spraying in her body. It was what she lived for. But nothing had ever felt as good as her granddaddy's cum as he called her his good little girl.

"GRANDDADDY, I...I LOVE YOU!" she screamed. And as she screamed the words, she knew how much she meant them. She'd never felt about anything in her life what she felt for her grandfather right now. As his hot cum filled her cunt, she felt more complete than ever before.

When their orgasms subsided, when Arthur pulled his cock out of her sloppy pussy, she spun around and dropped to her knees and took his flaccid penis into her mouth. She slurped up their mingled cum with abandon.

"This is what love tastes like," she thought as she swallowed the bitter, salty mixture.

As Arthur looked down at her cleaning him off, he smiled. "You're going to serve me, Princess. You belong to me now. You're going to take care of my every need. From this moment on, you're my slave."

"Yes, Granddaddy," she said, smiling up at him. "I'll do anything, anything to be your good girl."

"You're going to make mistakes, Baby," he said. "And I'm going to beat you for them. In fact, I'm going to beat your ass with a belt at least once a day. But I'm only going to do it to make you better -- because I love you."

"Now I'm going to lie back on the arm of the couch, and you're going to lick my asshole while you stroke my dick back to life. Then you're going to get down on your hands and knees and spread your cheeks apart and offer me your ass."