The Dollhouse

John and Penelope walked in the front door of the Dollhouse and were assaulted by a barrage of girls crowding around. Julie and Madison were pulling Penelope by the hands, dragging her to the couch. Abby followed along quietly. Becky hovered cooly next to the door, looking John up and down. Only Tansy kept her distance, standing off to the side of the living room, trying to watch John while trying to look like she was not watching him.

Amelia walked up and put her arms around John's neck and kissed him.

"I missed you, Love," she crooned in her British accent. "I trust you two had a wonderful time?"

John dropped his bags and put his arms around Amelia's waist, pulling her to him and returning her kiss.

"God, you feel so good in my arms," he sighed. "Yeah, we had a wonderful time. She was... wonderful, so giving and mature. I really think she's in a stable place."

John noticed Amelia looking down at the bags that he had brought in.

"We stopped by my house to pick up some things," he said. "Should I take these to the bedroom?"

"I'll do that, Darling," she said, reaching down to pick them up. "You should spend some time with Tansy. She's been very quiet since you left."

John looked over at Tansy who immediately looked down to try to keep him from seeing that she was watching him.

"Becky," Amelia called, "would you help me with Daddy's things?"

Becky strolled over, and John pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

"Daddy!" she gasped.

"I missed you," he said, making her blush. "I had so much fun with you at lunch yesterday. I can't wait to do more with you, sweetie."

Becky tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled to herself before reaching down to pick up one of John's bags. She followed Amelia into the hallway.

John held out his hand to Tansy. She reluctantly meandered across the living room and placed her hand in his. He pulled her into his arms and looked into her eyes, then he tucked her hair behind her ear and leaned in and kissed her.

"You're so beautiful, Tansy," he breathed, and then he kissed her behind the ear and trailed kisses down her neck.

"Daddy," she gasped.

John looked her in the eye.

"I didn't forget my promise to you," he said, and he led her by the hand into the office as the girls on the couch watched them go.

John sat down on the loveseat and patted the cushion next to him. Tansy sat down, wary, unsure of what to expect.

"Um, did you have fun on your date?" she asked.

John smiled.

"It's very kind of you to ask, sweetie. Yes, I had a lot of fun."

"Did you fuck Penelope?"

"Mmmmm yeah," John replied. "Last night. And twice this morning. We had a lot of fun."

Tansy looked up at him and bit her lip.

"Does that make you jealous, to think of me fucking your friend?"

Tansy looked down. John lifted her chin until she looked at him.

"I won't be mad at you, no matter how you answer," John reassured her.

Tansy nodded.

"Okay. Can we talk about it?" he asked.

"Well..." Tansy began, "I just was afraid."

"Afraid of what, dear?" John asked.

"That you don't like me as much as Penelope or Madison."

"Why do you think that?" John asked.

"Well, Becky was saying that she thinks you only like brunettes because you fucked Madison and Mommy and Penelope."

"I fucked Becky yesterday," he reminded her.

"Yeah, but she thinks maybe you only did that because Mommy made you."

"I see," John replied. "And what do you think about that?"

Tansy shrugged.

"Let me assure you, Tansy, that I think you are incredibly sexy."

Tansy looked up at him with soft eyes.

"Becky is very astute. When I think back on girls I have dated, most of them have been brunettes. Maybe that's my 'type'. But that doesn't keep me from being turned on by a sexy blonde... or redhead, for that matter."

Tansy bit her lip and looked down.

John glanced over at the desk and saw Tansy's file sitting there. He picked it up and thumbed through it. Tansy glanced over to see what he was doing.

"Your dad beat you up?" John asked. He hated to refer so flippantly to something so horrible, but he found that addressing these things as mere facts, divorcing them from the emotion involved was sometimes the best way to talk about them.

John looked over at Tansy for her response. She just stared at him.

"This says he caught you fucking your boyfriend, and that he practically beat the shit out of you, put you in the hospital."

Tansy nodded and adjusted her shoulders as if she were trying to shrug it off.

"And then he raped you in the hospital?" John continued.

Tansy brushed her hair back over her shoulder. She looked John in the eyes.

"Yeah," she said nonchalantly.

John smiled at her strenght. She is owning the story. She was beaten down, literally, but she has the power to rise above it. If I could just figure out what is going on between her and me...

"I suspect there's more, though," John said.

Tansy looked at him and shrugged.

"What happened with your boyfriend after your dad beat you?" John asked.

Tansy looked away.

"Did you two ever speak again?"

She shook her head, gazing out the window on the door, at the empty chair, at the corner of the room, anywhere but at him.

"Did he maybe date someone else? A brunette?"

Tansy shot John a look, and he knew he'd hit on something.

"When you needed him most, he abandoned you."

She glared at John with glassy eyes.

"You loved him, and he left you for someone else. When things got difficult, he ran. And you're mad at him, aren't you?"

Tansy raised a fist and brought it down on John's chest.

"You fucking asshole!" she yelled.

John did nothing to block her blow.

"You were supposed to be there that night. When he came... when he..." she rained her fists down on John's chest like hammers, but each hit became weaker and weaker, and eventually, her body shuddered with sobs.

John pulled her into his arms and held her as she cried.

"Oh, Tansy," he said, petting her hair. "My little flower. I'm so sorry. I'm so, so, sorry, baby."

John rocked her while she sobbed in his arms. After her crying reached its peak, he lifted her chin and kissed her on the lips.

"I hate that I triggered such horrible memories for you, Tansy," he said. He kissed her again. As much as he wanted to probe her little mouth with his tongue, he restrained himself.

John looked down at her little face and smiled. "God, you're even pretty when you cry."

Tansy looked confused for a moment and then blurted out a sound that was half sob, half chuckle.

"I have an idea," John said. "You obviously have issues you still need to work out about your dad and your boyfriend. And I have triggered those feelings. Would you maybe like to take out some of your frustration on me sexually?"

"What do you mean?" she asked, furrowing her brows together.

John wiped the tears from her cheeks.

"I mean like what I did to Becky yesterday. Would you like to... fuck me rough? Maybe play out a scene where you dominate me? Rape me?"

Tansy's eyes got big.

"I love you, Tansy, and I want to help you work through this. If you think this would help you, I'm willing to try."

"Okay," she said, quietly.

John smiled. He set the folder back on Amelia's desk.

"So who are you most pissed off at? Your dad or your boyfriend?"

Tansy's eyes roved across the ceiling as she thought.

"And keep in mind, we don't have to solve all of your problems right now. Think of what's bugging you the most. What do you need to take out on me?"

John adjusted his cock in his pants. The idea of this beautiful, fifteen-year-old girl doing mean things to him was turning him on. His movement caught Tansy's eye, and her jaw dropped. She reached over and grabbed his dick through his pants. She looked up at him with big eyes.

"You're turned on?" she asked.

John nodded.

"By the thought of me... hurting you?"

"Yes," John breathed as the feeling of her hand on his dick surged through him.

Tansy licked her lips.

"You like this sort of thing?"

"Tansy. A gorgeous teen ager is about to fuck me. She is so incredibly sexy and hot. But to make things more interesting, she's going to do kinky things to me. I love her. My heart yearns for her touch. I hurt her feelings, and this is a chance to make things better. All of those things are swirling around inside of me right now. But to answer your question. Yes, I can get very turned on at the thought of a woman dominating me."

Tansy rubbed her hand hard against John's erection, pumping him up and down, making him squirm.

"Boyfriend," she said.

John nodded.

"Can I yell at you?"

He nodded again.

"Can I hit you?"

"Yes."

"Slap you?"

"Yes."

"Bite you?"

"Where?" he asked.

"I don't know. I'm just thinking..."

"Tansy, I want you to do whatever you need to do to me. Do you want to hurt me?"

She looked down at his cock and then back up at his face.

"A little," she replied. "Do you want to hurt me? Like you did Becky?" she asked.

"If you want me to. What I did with Becky was very hot, and I enjoyed fucking her that way, but only because it was something she wanted. I wouldn't really want to hurt her. This kind of stuff is only fun when both people agree on what they are doing. Do you want me to hurt you?"

Tansy nodded. "I want you to rape me like my father did."

John's cock twitched under Tansy's hand.

"Why?" he asked.

She shrugged.

"I'm going to suggest something for your therapy," John said, picking up her file and pulling a pen out of his front pocket.

He clicked the pen and scribbled something in her chart.

"I think we need to do some transference therapy and role play some of the issues you have. We can set up scenarios where you get to abuse me the way you were abused. And we can have scenarios where you let me abuse you so that you can come to terms with your feelings about your rape and beating."

Tansy squeezed his cock again.

"You're still hard," she said.

"I'm incredibly turned on right now, Tansy. I want to be dominated by you. And the idea that you want me to rape you turns me on as well. But honestly, I'm just incredibly excited to be helping you overcome these issues. You are a sexy girl, Tansy. What I really want is to make love to you. I want to be your lover and to have a healthy, mutually beneficial sexual relationship with you. Whether that involves dominance and submission or not is moot compared to the idea of just being able to connect with you sexually."

Tansy smiled up at him.

"Are you ready to fuck me?" he asked.

She nodded.

"Do you want to tie me up?"

"Yes."

"Take my tie off and use it to tie my hands behind my back," he instructed.

John couldn't believe how sensual and intimate it felt to have this teenage girl loosen his tie. Her hands so close to his throat, biting her lip as she focused on loosening the knot, it moved him to be so open and vulnerable with her.

"Did you see how Mommy used my tie to bind Becky's hands? Do the same to me."

John turned his back to her and put his hands behind him. Tansy slipped the loop over them and pulled it tight.

"Tighter if you want," John said. He knew he could wiggle loose if he needed to. "Tie me as tight as you want to tie up the bastard who cheated on you when you needed him most."

Tansy tightened the loop down even more. John grunted slightly under the pressure.

"Is that too tight?" she asked.

"Tansy, let's establish something. Our safeword is 'elephant'. Unless I say 'elephant' then everything else I say is meaningless to our scenario. If I say 'no' or 'stop' or 'you're hurting me', then you have my permission to keep ignoring me and doing whatever you want to me. But if I say 'elephant', you have to stop immediately. Understand?"

She nodded her head.

"I'm not saying the safeword right now, so you can tighten it even more. If I grunt, it just means that your attempt to hurt me is working. You want to hurt me right now, so I want you to know when it's working. Hurt me, Tansy. Hurt me as much as you need to. Hurt me like that asshole boyfriend hurt you."

Tansy yanked hard on the tie, causing it to cut into John's skin and burn his wrist. He winced, and she did it again.

"What are you going to do to me?" he asked.

"Shut up," she said, and she got up off the loveseat.

John looked up at her as she glared down at him. He could see the hesitance in her body language. There was pain and anger there, but he could tell that she wasn't sure what to do with it yet.

"Do you want to slap me?" he said.

She tucked her hair behind her ear and raised her hand. She hesitated for a moment, and then she slapped him across the cheek. There was barely any force in it. He could tell she wasn't sure how to leverage the emotion inside of her yet.

"Is that all you've got?" John goaded.

Tansy smirked and then raised her hand again.

"Don't threaten to slap me," he instructed. "Just do it. The bastard cheated on you while you were in the hospital. I took Penelope on a date and not you. There is pain in your heart, and you can pour it out through your hand if you..."

Tansy's hand caught him across the cheek and mouth and turned his head with its force. His cheek burned.

"That's better," he said. "But we don't want to hurt your hand if we can help it. Take my belt off and spank me."

Tansy's hands were shaking as she fumbled with his belt buckle. She was breathing heavy. John leaned back to give her better access, and eventually she slipped it out of his belt loops.

"Do you want to pull my pants down and have me turn around so you can whip my ass?"

Tansy started yanking on John's pants. He could see the fervor in her, the need to express what she was just learning how to express. His waistband was cutting into his hips.

The door opened, and Amelia walked in.

"Undo the button on the front, Dear, and unzip them. You'll find that you can get to what you want much faster if you focus on the problem at hand," Amelia instructed.

Tansy looked up at Amelia and blinked, then the words sank in through her fervor, and she turned to fumble with the button. She got it undone and then slid the zipper down. John lifted his ass to let her pull them down, and she grabbed his boxer shorts and pulled them down as well.

"Turn over," Tansy barked.

John looked up at her defiantly for just a moment, and Tansy slapped him across the face.

"Turn over, you stupid... fucking... ass!" she blurted.

John turned and positioned himself kneeling in front of the couch with his bare ass sticking out. His erection stuck out under his belly, hard as a rock.

Tansy lifted the belt like a lion tamer wielding a whip. Amelia caught her wrist.

"Not like that, Darling," she said, and she showed Tansy how to double the belt over.

"What is your safeword, Tansy?" she asked.

Tansy thought for a moment and then remembered through the fog of her emotions: "Elephant."

"Very good. Proceed," Amelia said, stepping back to give Tansy room.

The belt came down with a crack against the top of John's ass, striking him almost on the back. John grimaced.

"A little lower, Dear," Amelia instructed.

Tansy changed position, finding the best side to stand on so that she could swing the belt. Then next strike caught John squarely against the meat of his buttocks.

"Ah!" he winced.

"Much better," Amelia commented. "Is there anything you want to say while you're beating him?"

"You! Hurt! Me!" she yelled, each word accompanied by a blow to John's ass.

"Fuck!" John yelled into the cushion of the loveseat.

"Who are you beating, Tansy?" Amelia asked.

"My boyfriend," she screamed, bringing another blow to John's rear.

John screamed into the cushion.

"Are you alright, John?" Amelia asked with real concern in her voice.

"I didn't say the safeword," he snapped.

"Yes, but you're bleeding, dear. That last one caught you hard," Amelia said, cocking her head to look at the gash on John's cheek.

"Don't stop, Tansy," he barked. "Hit me again!"

Tansy reared back to swing the belt at him, and Amelia caught her wrist.

"John, you're bleeding. I'm ordering you to stop."

"No!" John barked. "He hurt her, Amelia. She needed him, and he wasn't there. He was supposed to be there that night, and he left her. If he'd been there, her dad wouldn't have..." John choked on a sob. "And I hurt her. I hurt her."

Tears poured down John's face as he looked up at Amelia.

Amelia yanked the belt from Tansy's hand. The girl's eyes got big, and she winced, ready for a blow from Amelia, but the woman threw the belt behind the desk.

"He is not the one who hurt you, Tansy," she yelled. "Not the one," she continued more calmly.

Amelia took a deep breath and wrapped her arms around Tansy, pulling the girl to her bosom.

"I understand that your feelings were hurt last night. And I appreciate what Daddy is offering you. You obviously have a lot to work out, but this man," Amelia pointed at John. "...this man loves you enough to offer to let you beat him bloody. This man loves you, Tansy."

Tansy looked at John, the red whelps across his ass, and she burst into tears. She dropped to her knees next to him and took his face in her hands and started kissing him.

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I'm so sorry," she sobbed.

"Tansy," he cried. "I know, baby. It's okay. Oh, Tansy. I love you so much."

Tansy's mouth was on his. Her tongue slipped past his lips. She fumbled to pull down her panties as she kissed him.

"I want you, Daddy," she moaned.

John struggled to upright himself. Amelia reached over and helped him up to a kneeling position. John's cock stuck up rigid under his shirt. Amelia reached behind him to loosen the tie around his wrists, but John shook his head. He stood and turned and lowered himself down gingerly onto the loveseat, wincing at the pain on his ass.

Tansy climbed up onto his lap and took hold of his cock and lowered herself down onto his pole.

"Oh, Tansy," he moaned. "I'm yours, baby."

Tansy braced herself on John's shoulders as she raised and lowered her body on his shaft.

"Daddy," she gasped. "Oh, you're so... so... unh, so big, Daddy."

"Fuck me, Tansy. I need you. My cock is yours right now. You own me. My cock and my heart and my lips. They're yours. Take me, Darling," he moaned.

Tansy worked herself up and down on John feverishly. Her little pussy was so warm and tight and wet. The pain in John's ass couldn't compare to the feeling of this beautiful little girl taking him right now.

"Unnhhh," Tansy groaned. "Dadddyyyy!"

"Yes, baby. Oh, Tansy, my flower. My beautiful, beautiful flower. Oh, fuck me, Tansy. Cum on me. I'm yours, baby."

John braced his weight on his hands behind himself, pushing up to match her motions as she came down on him.

"Daaddddyyyyy," she cried.

"I love you, Tansy. Fuck me with your beautiful, sweet pussy. Oh, fuck me hard, Tansy. Yes!"

"It's so big, Daaadddyyyy," she cried.

Tansy threw her head back, her tits straining at her blouse as she arched her back. She leaned back and supported herself on John's knees, placing her feet on either side of his hips, shoving her pelvis into him over and over.

"Oh, fuck yes, Tansy! Fuck me with your pretty little pussy, baby. Oh, god I love you so much."

John felt the moisture flood Tansy's pussy, it gushed out around him as she continued to pump on him, coating his pubes. She arched her back, and John raised his hips to fill her completely, shoving his cock as deep into her cunt as he could for the moment when his testicles released, shooting his semen into her.

Tansy cried out and then flopped over onto his chest.

John gasped for breath, his chest rising and falling, lifting the girl's limp body. He suddenly resented the fact that his hands were bound because he wanted to wrap his arms around her.

Amelia saw his frustration and helped him pull loose. He drew Tansy to his chest, holding her desperately.

"Oh, my Tansy," he whispered into her hair. "I love you so much."

Tansy looked up into his face with tears in her eyes.

"I love you, too, Daddy." she whispered.

Amelia quietly left them there, closing the door behind her.

"I'm sorry I hurt your feelings, Little Flower," he said.

"It's not your fault, Daddy," she said. "I'm sorry I hurt your ass."

John smiled. "You really did. You've got quite an arm on you."

Tansy frowned.

"It was scary," she said.

"What was?" he asked, brushing her hair behind her ear.

"How I felt."

"Oh, sweetie. I'm sorry I let you get so worked up. I thought it would help you to get the anger out. And I felt bad that I had hurt you."

He leaned down and kissed her on the head. Then he kissed her forehead. Then he lifted her chin and kissed her on the mouth.

Tansy parted her lips, and John's heart swelled with love for this precious girl in his lap. Her pussy continued to spasm around his cock. She was tight and warm, and the kissing was turning him on. John was surprised when, instead of deflating, his cock began to swell inside of her again.

Tansy's eyes got big when she felt him grow in her pussy.

"Daddy!" she gasped.

"I want you again," he said.

John thrust up into her. Tansy closed her eyes and whimpered, but then she opened her eyes and put a finger to John's lips.

"Wait, Daddy," she said. "I want you on top of me this time."

John wrapped his arms around her and held her while he turned, flipping her onto her back while he kept his cock inside of her. Tansy squealed with delight and giggled, but the look in John's eyes sobered her. There was so much passion, so much yearning.

"I love you, Daddy," she said, stroking his face.

"I know, Little Flower," he said.

"Why do you call me that?" she asked, smiling.

"Because of your name. Tansy is a kind of flower," he replied. "A very pretty..." he thrust into her. "...golden..." He thrust again. "...wild..." Thrust. "...flower."

"Ohhhh," Tansy sighed.

"And you," he said, pushing his cock deep into her warm, sloppy cunt, "are my beautiful flower."

"Daddy," she crooned with glassy eyes.

John leaned in and kissed her. She opened her mouth to him and let his tongue into her.

"I'm your flower?" she asked breathily.

"You are, sweetheart," he replied.

John held Tansy's face in his hands as he began to drive his cock into her over and over again. They gazed into each other's eyes as the passion between them mounted. Tansy lifted her legs and put them over John's shoulders, letting him fuck deeper into her. She felt helpless under him, held, pinned down with each thrust of his long, hard cock. She loved it.

Tansy bit her lip as the sensation grew in her loins until eventually she cried out, pulling his mouth to hers as her orgasm erupted, causing her tight, young pussy to spasm around him again. The sensation thrilled John. He loved feeling her cum, and the intensity with which she kissed him pushed him as he continued to thrust his well-fucked cock into her.

"I'm. Cumming. So. Hard. Dad-dy," she whimpered.

John lost it, he felt like a geyser as he shot another load into his lovely flower. He had no words, only grunts as he buried himself deep in her hot, loving pussy, sending gush after gush of his seed into her.

Amelia found them like that when she walked back into the office.

"You both look much happier," she remarked as she sat down on the loveseat next to them.

John proceeded to pull out of Tansy, but Amelia laid a hand on his shoulder.

"Keep your cock inside of her, John," she instructed. "I want to talk to both of you."

John and Tansy looked at her, panting, waiting.

"Tansy, I hope you can see now that your Daddy loves you very much."

Tansy nodded, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she felt the euphoria of her orgasm.

"He literally let you beat him bloody, to give you the opportunity to work out your frustrations."

Amelia stroked John's cheek. "It was very brave and well-meaning, but it was also very stupid," she said, squeezing John's cheeks in her hand, causing his mouth to pucker. "Daddy almost let you do something you might have regretted and felt sorry for later because he himself felt terrible."

Amelia let go of John's face and looked at Tansy.

"While it was incredibly irresponsible of Daddy to handle things the way he did, I think he was right in that you could benefit from some transference therapy. Daddy can act out the part of your old boyfriend again, but I will guide the scenario to make everything more safe for you both. Also, I think you can truly learn to enjoy being a dominatrix, Tansy. It was very hot watching you tie Daddy up and beat him. We can turn this into a fun way to work out your angst where you both benefit in a sexually healthy environment. What do you say?"

Tansy nodded. "I liked tying him up. And it was fun fucking him with his hands tied, being in control."

"I read in the notes Daddy wrote in your chart that you want him to rape you?" Amelia prompted.

Tansy bit her lip and nodded her head shyly.

"I think that would be very good as well. If you both can learn to play dominant and submissive, you can have a lot of fun together. And I think working out your rape with someone as kind and loving as Daddy is a very safe way to come to terms with what happened with your biological father."

"I'd like that, Mommy," Tansy said.

Amelia looked at John.

"This was a brave attempt, John, and very romantic in your intention. But from now on, you will not set the course of therapy without discussing it with me first, are we clear?"

John nodded.

"I'm sorry, Amelia," he said.

She leaned in and kissed him.

"I need to work with you to teach you more about both domming and subbing. But you have a propensity for both, and I like that. I like it a lot."

John smiled.

"Now, I think that Daddy promised Becky something," Amelia said, walking to the door. She called to Becky who came in and saw John on top of Tansy.

"My creampie!" Becky squealed.

John pulled out of Tansy and stumbled over to the chair where he slumped down to watch Becky lick up the mess he'd left in Tansy.

"God, he really filled you up!" Becky exclaimed.

Tansy smiled at John and said, "Twice."

Becky moaned into Tansy's pussy while Amelia knelt down in front of John to suck him clean. Once she had sucked the cum and grool from his dick, she helped him stand and had him lean over her desk while she rubbed lotion onto his blistered ass.

Becky stared at the whelps on John's posterior and then turned to Tansy to ask, "What the fuck did you do?"

"I learned how much he loves me," she replied.