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HELPING HAND (F/g, MF/g, M/g, nc, spank, pedo, oral, anal)
   Being a corporate executive isn't all it's made out to be.  You can be
sent anywhere in the world at the drop of a hat, and you're expected to hit
the floor running.  If you have a house, mortgage and financial commitments
in one country, that's tough; you have to take care of it.  It's also the
kind of role that doesn't fit too well with family life.
   I was forty six years old, successful and driven, with no wife and kids
and had been parachuted in to sort out a large failing business.  I found
myself where the mid West meets the South in a large old industrial town.
My needs for accommodation were minimal and also, thanks to my other
commitments, so were my available finances.  I took a six month rental on
an apartment in a two story block on the upper floor, one apartment from
the end.  Quite a number of the apartments seemed unoccupied.  I figured I
wouldn't be there that much with the work I needed to do.
   It wasn't until a couple of weeks after I'd moved in that I noticed
anything unusual.  I'd got back to the apartment at about ten-o-clock at
night with some fast food that I'd picked up on the way.  There was a
strange noise coming from the apartment next to mine at the end of the
block.  It was deadened by the connecting wall, but was a repeated whining
moaning sort of noise, like a dog whining for its owner.  I was annoyed as
I'd specified an apartment block with no pets.  I went and stuck my ear
against the wall to check what I was hearing.  It was then I realised that
it was a child crying; gulping sobs overlaid by a fearful whining noise. 
My cock started to harden; I wasn't sure if it was a boy or girl, but they
sounded very scared.  It was a sound that I secretly loved; it reminded me
of my sisters when I was small and their miserable choking sobs as they
used to wait for their spankings.  I have an older sister and a younger
sister and more often than not they would both be stark naked, standing
with their hands on their heads and their faces in the corner, waiting for
one or both of my parents to spank them.
   Both my parents had been keen on spanking.  Although I had escaped
pretty much unscathed, my sisters received regular, almost daily,
spankings. I had a very early and intimate knowledge of the female anatomy
because my parents always demanded that my sisters should be completely
naked for their spankings.  My parents were great fans of the most
humiliating spanking positions and the sight of a fully exposed little
vagina and anus was nothing strange to me.  My elder sister particularly
hated being exposed like that in front of me and would plead pitifully with
my parents to be punished in private, usually just as she was lying on her
back, bending her legs back and putting her feet behind her head so she was
completely exposed.  Once the spankings got going, my sisters soon forgot
all about how exposed they were and were only concerned about how much
their bottoms hurt.  This was just as well, because their constant
wriggling and bottom rubbing as their punishments were administered often
caused them to stretch their pussies and bottoms open until their little
holes gaped wide open.
   My parents were both hard spankers they believed that my sisters needed
prolonged severe discipline.  Sometimes a punishment could last an hour,
with a selection of different implements, different positions, corner time,
public enemas and, when they'd been deemed to be particularly naughty, a
long heavy ruler applied right between their legs.  Even from a very young
age I found observing my sisters' spankings thrilling; there was a sense of
drama and tension in the air as preparations were made and clothes were
removed.  The spankings themselves were powerful acts of parental authority
and my sisters' screams and howls for mercy were ear-splitting.  By the age
of ten, I started to become very aroused as I watched them being punished.
   Perhaps, in many households, a son getting sexually excited watching his
sisters being spanked would have been considered a problem.  However, my
parents had different views.  Initially it was considered a bit of a joke,
but soon I was allowed to masturbate myself during my sisters' spankings.
By the time I was twelve years old, my sisters were instructed to take care
of their brother as part of their punishments.  It became clear to me that
my parents enjoyed my sisters' horror and disgust at having take my little
cock in their mouths and bottoms and have me squirt in there.  Their
pussies were deemed to be `off-limits' to avoid any `accidents'.
   Needless to say, this upbringing had a profound effect on me.  The
almost continuous sexual pleasure that resulted from having my sisters
using their naked bodies to keep me happy and them out of trouble, coupled
with my ringside seat at their frequent harsh spankings, led to me being
something of a passionate supporter of the strict spanking of children. 
The sound of the muffled frightened crying in the next apartment made my
cock go rock-hard.
   As I listened at the wall, there was the slightly louder sound of an
adult female.  It wasn't possible for me to tell what she was saying, but
from her delivery it sounded like a scolding.  Then the sound of the voice
and the crying got fainter; it seemed that they had gone to another room. I
was just about to take my ear away from the wall when I heard the distinct
sound of a child screaming.  The continual screams had a ragged edge to
them; it sounded like the spanking was in progress.  I pulled my cock out
and began to furiously masturbate as I listened to the muffled squeals and
shrieks.  In very little time my sperm squirted out over the wall.  The
screams continued.  I listened, expecting them to stop, but they carried
on. There was the occasional lull and then they would restart.  It was
almost forty minutes later that I heard the last of the shrieks.  I
wondered if the whole thing was a spanking or, more likely, the first five
or ten minutes were the spanking itself and the rest of the time the child
was acting up.  Either way there were two things on my mind; the first was
to get to know the mother and child better and second was to get some good
eavesdropping equipment.
   The following weekend I was able to achieve both, to a greater or lesser
extent.  Buying the listening kit was simple and I soon had it ready,
attaching a digital recorder to a sound activated microphone.  Any loud
noise from the next-door apartment would activate it immediately.  More
importantly, I met the mother and her child.  The mother was in her
mid-30s, blonde, with what looked like a firm body and large breasts.  Her
looks were best described as plain, although not outright ugly.  She had
that air about her of someone who has had more than their fair share of
hard knocks.  The child turned out to be a delightful little girl of maybe
nine-years-old.  Blonde like her mother, she wasn't quite fat, but her hips
and bottom looked full and she filled out her little denim shorts nicely.
She has the cutest gap toothed shy smile that showed when I complimented
her on her denim shorts.  She told me her name was Tammy.  The mother
introduced herself as Grace.  She was harder work, courteous, but not
really wanting to be drawn into a conversation.  I made the customary offer
to let me know if she needed a hand with anything and then we parted.  I
watched her get into her wreck of a car and eventually get it started.  I
wondered how long that rust-bucket would last.
   The weekend was quiet and I was disappointed not to hear anything that
sounded like a spanking.  I began to doubt if I'd actually heard a
spanking, or if it had been something else.  It wasn't until I came back
late one night the following week and saw the digital recorder had been
activated did I get my answer.
   Intrigued as to what had set the recorder off, I sat down on the sofa
with the recorder and a set of earphones.  The display on the recorder
showed almost an hour's worth of recording.  I expected not a lot of
interest, but perhaps are a few highlights.  I turned the recorder on and
began to listen; the sound quality was incredible, it was almost as if I
was in the apartment next-door.  The sound that set the recorder off had
been lost, but I could hear a miserable mewling noise from Tammy and my
cock began to stiffen.
   "Git `em clothes off right now, Tammy-Lee!" Grace's voice commanded,
"I's got a lot of spankin' to do!"
   "Boo hoo!  Momma!  No!  Please!  I'm a-sorry!" Tammy pleaded in a most
delightful scared little voice.
   My cock twitched and fully erected.  I started to take my trousers and
boxers off; this was going to be good.  There was the tremendous smacking
sound of hard hand on bare flesh.  Tammy squealed and her sobbing got loud.
There were some thumping sounds that sounded like little-girl feet dancing
about as a stinging red hand print was furious rubbed.
   "I said, git `em off, child!" Grace roared, "I's wants ya bare butt
naked for this spankin'!  That guy Pete in the next apartment is getting'
in the way of ma disciplinin' ya!  Momma's gonna spank ya real good now!"
   "Whaaaaaaaaa!  Yess Momma!  I'm a-sorry, Momma!" wailed Tammy.
   There was the sound of some clumping about and I could swear that I
could hear the sound of material being pulled off skin.
   "Ya panties too, Tammy!  Momma wants that lil' butt bare!" Grace ordered
and I could detect a hint of gloating in her voice; there was now no doubt
in my mind that she was enjoying this.
   I began to slowly wank myself.
   "Heh-heh!  Well now," Grace's throaty chuckle sounded, "looks like
Momma's lil' girl's all bare butt naked an' ready for her spankin'.  Gonna
have to be real hard on ya today, Tammy!  Mmm-hmm!  Yup, real hard!"
   "Boo hoo!  Oh, Momma!  Not hard!  Please!  I'm a-sorry!  I'll be a-real
good!  Don't whoop me!  Boo hoo!  Please!  I a-beg ya!"
   "Nu-uh, Tammy!" Grace's voice was gloating again, "We gotta lot a sin to
work through!  Pastor James says that to spare the rod is to spoil the
child!  Ya gone heard him tell us that!  I's a-gonna have to whoop ya `till
that lil' butt's aaaaall blistered!"
   "Eeeeeeeeeee!  No, Mommaaaaaa!  Not blistered!  Don't blister ma butt!
I'll be so good!  I'll do all ma chores!  I'll say ma prayers!  I'll help
at church!  Boo hoo!  Purrrleeeeeease!  B...blisters hurt so much!"
   "Show me ya butt hole, Tammy!  Momma wants to see if ya kept it clean
today!"
   There was a frightened mewl and some movement.
   "Spread it wide, Tammy-Lee!  Pull on them there cheeks!  I's wants to
see that hole open!"
   There was a high pitched wail from Tammy.
   "Stay still, child!  Momma's finger's gotta go in deeper!"
   There was a minute or so of mewls and squeaks from Tammy interspersed
with various `Mmm-hmm's' from Grace.  I could only imagine that this strict
mother was conducting a very comprehensive deep anal inspection of her
little daughter.
   "Tammy-Lee!" Grace's voice scolded, "Look at Momma's finger!  Look at
it! Ya're not clean, Tammy Lee!  Open ya mouth, child!"
   There was a loud sob and then a terrible collection of choking, gagging
and spitting sounds.
   "That's it, Tammy-Lee!  Ya done gone clean Momma's finger!  Lick it all
off, child!  I wanna see ya swallow it!  Ya'll make sure ya git that dirt
out from under ma nail too!  Momma's gonna give ya a nice big enema once
she's done spankin' ya!"
   The sobbing and pitiful gagging went on for some minutes as little
Tammy's mouth cleaned her poop off her mother's finger.
   The gagging stopped and there was some movement, then the sound of a
chair scraping over a floor.  Tammy's crying grew more fearful.  There was
the sound of a drawer being opened and a clattering noise.
   "Momma's gonna start with the spoon, child!  Mmm-hmm!  This'll git ya
butt ready for the belt!"
   "Eeeeeeeeeee!  Nooooooooo!  Not the spoon!  Not the belt!  Please!  I'll
be good!" Whaaaaaaaaaaa!"
   "Over Momma's lap, Tammy!  An' stick that lil' butt up!  Ya'll sinned
bad this week!  Momma's gonna spank real hard!"
   There was crying, the creaking of a chair and what almost sounded like
wrestling as Grace got Tammy positioned.
   "MOMMA!" MOMMA!  PURLEEEEEEEEASE!  NOOOOOOOO!  I'M A-SORRY!" wailed
Tammy at the top of her voice with a desperation that made me think the
wooden spoon was hovering somewhere high above her bottom.
   CRACK!
   The unmistakable sound of a solid flat piece of wood colliding at high
speed with a small soft fleshy naked bottom came through the earphones with
complete clarity.
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   My cock twitched; Grace spanked hard!  Tammy's shrieking and howling
pleas were presented in strict counterpoint to the solid spanks of the
wooden spoon.
   CRACK!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
   CRACK!
   "I'M"
   CRACK!
   "SORRY"
   CRACK!
   "YAAAAAAAAAH!"
   CRACK!
   "MOMMA!"
   CRACK!
   "NOOOOOOOOOOO!"
   CRACK!
   "YAAAAAAAAAH!"
   CRACK!
   "IT"
   CRACK!
   "HURTS!"
   All the time I could hear the thumping and thudding of little feet
kicking against the floor or some other surface.
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   "NYAAAAAAAAA!  MOMMA!  MY BUTT!  EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  STOOOOOOOP!  I'M
A-SORRY!  PURLEASE STOP!  OH GOD, SAVE ME!  EEEEEEEEEEEE!"
   "Tammy-Lee!" Grace roared, "How dare ya call upon the Lord when it's
ya'll that's done wrong!  When I's a-finished with the spoon, ya gonna git
the belt real hard!"
   The spoon spanking seemed to go on forever.  Tammy's squeals got more
and more shrill and I could hear from the thumps and what sounded like a
wrestling match that her movements were more frantic.  Tammy roared with
pain as her mother spanked her bottom.  The spanks sounded very hard and I
slowly wanked my cock that was now slick with all the pre-cum it had
leaked.
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   "MOMMAAAAAAA!  NOOOOOOOOOO!  I'S A-BLISTERIN'!  I CAN FEEL IT! 
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  IT HURTS!"
   The spanking ceased.  Then I heard the most tremendous noise of thumping
and banging coming from all around the room above the noise of Tammy's
constant howls.  I realised that it was Tammy doing an energetic spanky
dance.  My cock jerked and I almost lost my load.
   "On the couch, Tammy!  On ya knees an' elbows!  Git that butt stuck up!
Momma's gonna use ma belt on ya!"
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  MOMMA!  NOOOOOOOOOOO!" howled Tammy, but I heard the
thumping about stop as Tammy obeyed.
   "Mmm-hmm!  Just like that, child!  Keep it up good an' high!  Momma's
belt's gonna mark that butt good!"
   WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!
   My cock twitched as I listened to a very severe belt spanking.  Tammy's
shrieks were interspersed with amazing long drawn-out squealing howls.  The
sound of a heavy leather belt walloping a small wobbly bottom was constant,
never stopping, however loudly Tammy screamed and pleaded.
   WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  MOMMAAAAAAA!  STOOOOOOOOP!  I'LL BE GOOD! 
YAAAAAAAAAAAAH!  IT HURRRRRRRRTS!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
   Only once did the sound of the belting stop.
   "Nu-uh, Tammy-Lee!  No hands!  Momma'll hold `em out of the way for ya!"
   Then the belt started landing again and Tammy's squeals redoubled.  I
could hear that the belt was landing even harder.
   Eventually the belt spanking stopped.  All I could hear was a low
mournful hoarse whining from Tammy.  She'd had a real spanking that had
reduced her to a snivelling obedient little child, no doubt keen to do as
she was told for some time to come; just like my sisters had been.
   Grace let her howl for a few minutes.  I couldn't hear much of what
Grace was doing over Tammy's hoarse squealing, but I could just catch the
odd clatter of something in another room.
   "TAMMY-LEE!" Grace's voice came from further away, "GIT IN HERE NOW,
CHILD!"
   I heard the crying grow a little fainter.  I had bought quite good
digital recorder that self compensated the recording levels; for a short
moment the voices were fainter, then they came back more strongly as the
recording levels adjusted.  Tammy was pleading between bubbling hiccupy
sobs.
   "Boo hoo!  A-hurrrrrrrrrrr!  Mommaaaaaaaa!  Please!  Not the big butt
stretcher!  Boo hoo!  Purleeeeease!  It a-hurts so much!  Boo hoo!  Please
use a smaller one!  Boo hoo!  I don't want ma butt a-stretchin'!  Boo hoo!"
   "Nu-uh, Tammy-Lee!  If ya can't keep your lil' butt clean, then ya
Momma's gonna hurt it!  Now ya'll keep bent over that bath tub!  Momma's
gonna put this all the way up ya!"
   "Eeeeeeeeeee!  Momma!  MOMMAAAAAAA!  NOOOOOOOOO!  IT HURTS! 
STOOOOOOOOOP!"
   Tammy's shrieks, as something obviously large and painful was inserted
into her anus, made me shiver with lust and my cock dribbled pre-cum
without even being touched.  I couldn't remember my cock being so hard for
years; I wondered if it might even start to spurt of its own accord.
   "Stay still, child!" Grace's voice came, "Momma's gonna wash ya out
now!"
   There was a wail from little Tammy and for the next few minutes I was
treated to her increasingly desperate cries and pleading.
   "Boo hoo!  Mommaaaaaa!  Take it out!  Let me go!  Oh, it's a-crampin'!
Boo hoo!  Ma tummy!  Oh, it a-hurts!  Purrleeeease!  Let it finish!  Boo
hoo!  Oh purrleeeeeease!"
   It seemed that Tammy's crying had irritated Grace.
   "Tammy-Lee, ya gotta learn to take ya enemas like a lady!  When I was ya
age I could take an enema twice as big an' thank ma Momma for the
privilege! Ya'll such an ungrateful brat!  If ya had a father, he'd
a-punishment ya like this..."
   "No, Momma!  No!  Not that!  Purrleeeeease!"
   "Mmm-hmm!  Ya'll don't like this, do ya?  This is what ya'd git if ya
had a daddy!  Open ya mouth!"
   There was a moment's silence.
   "GURRRRRRRRK!  BLURRRRRRPH!  GARRRRRRRRRRK!  GAAAAAAAK!  BURRRRRRRRRPH!"
   The terrible guttural choking and retching sounds carried on for minutes
whilst Grace scolded her daughter.
   "I don't care how sick it makes ya, Tammy-Lee!  If there was a man here
ya'd have this all the time, just like ma daddy did it to me!  An' not just
in ya mouth!  Seein' as ya butt's full, it can go somewhere else!"
   "Momma!  Noooooooooo!  Not there!" howled Tammy.
   "Hold still, Tammy-Lee!  Momma's puttin' this all the way up!"
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  MOMMAAAAAAAA!  IT'S TOO BIG!  IT
DON'T FIT!  STOOOOOOOOOP!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
   I grabbed my cock and vigorously wanked it.  My sperm exploded
everywhere, covering my clothes and the couch; I'd never spurted so much. I
resolved to find a way into Graces life.
   o-------------------------------------------------o
   Opportunity sometimes presents itself in strange ways.  A few weeks
after I had listened in on Grace's strict parental disciplinary procedures
a certain Pastor James came to call at my work.  It seemed the good Pastor
had heard about how I was turning the business around without the need to
lose any jobs and was interested in some sponsorship of his church.  My
business was always keen to get good local PR and I was happy to entertain
him.
   We were someway into our discussion before there was a little
breakthrough.  It appeared that the good Pastor was very keen for
sponsorship and judging by his rather expensive clothing and watch I had a
good idea why.  I was playing it cool as he tried to convince me of the
virtues of a church - business link.  Frustrated, he tried a different
angle.
   "Ya live locally?" he asked.
   "Yes, the apartments near your church." I confirmed.
   He frowned; clearly not the sort of place he'd thought I'd be living in.
   "I have a lot of commitments back home." I explained.
   He nodded his head.
   "Ya'll know Grace an' Tammy Masters?" he asked.
   He sensed my response and I realised that I'd underestimated him.  I
would have to be a little careful now.
   "Yes, I've met them a few times.  I'm in the apartment next to them."
   "Really!?" he said, sitting back and thinking, "Grace is such a fine
woman," he continued, "but Tammy..." he shook his head, "hmm - that child,
such a handful?"
   He looked at me, the question left in the air.  The ball was my in my
court.  The veteran of many negotiations, I knew how to play it."
   "That's what I've heard!" I smiled.
   "Yes, you've heard..." he replied, smiling back at me, "I'm sure Grace
would welcome the right sort of Christian man into her home."
   I nodded.
   "You know, Pastor Jones, I thought your initial proposal for funding was
a good one!" I smiled.
   The good Pastor raised his eyebrows; he couldn't stop his reaction.  His
initial proposal was far more than he expected to get.  Now the ball was in
his court.  I watched him think for a moment.
   "Grace had a real hard upbringing." he stated, and I nodded in response,
"Her father was real strict with her and little Grace had to do exactly as
she was told.  She had to be *real* obedient!  I think Grace would like a
man like her daddy to help with Tammy."
   "I'm sure I could `help'!" I smiled.
   The Pastor smiled; we seemed to be on the same wavelength.
   "A talk by ya'll at church on Sunday with some words from the good book,
which I shall provide, will make good listenin' for Grace.  I'll be sure to
introduce ya as a Christian man of some means.  I will have a private word
with Grace about ya bein' experienced in the mentorin' of unruly children.
Situations where `the shepherd must use his rod to guide'!  Now, d'ya
understand about the transference of sin?"
   "Where our sins were transferred to Jesus who died on the cross for us?"
I suggested.
   "Sort of!" the Pastor nodded, "I will preach on that this Sunday.  Ya
may find it to ya benefit!"
   The Pastor's eyes twinkled as he explained his plan.  He really was very
cunning.  I immediately had my secretary cancel my meetings so I could take
the good Pastor out to lunch.  His taste in food appeared as expensive as
his clothes and watch.  As we got to know each other better, I wondered why
he didn't mentor Tammy himself.  With a sly grin, he explained that his
preference was for mentoring boys.  Indeed, that very evening a little
seven-year-old Sean Johnson would be staying at his house for the night,
accompanied by a long list of his misdemeanours compiled by his harassed
single mother.  I could only imagine the high-pitched screams as the Pastor
worked his way through the list and the naked little boy's bottom became
increasingly bruised and blistered.  Then, perhaps, he would be taken to
the Pastor's bedroom where he would desperately plead for mercy and his
little bottom hole and mouth would explain to the strict Pastor how good
and obedient he was now and that no further spanking was required.  We both
had a most enjoyable meal.
   o-------------------------------------------------o
   Sunday came and I went to church.  It was well attended and it became
clear what a good preacher Pastor James was.  He got the congregation fired
up, then introduced me as a highflying executive who was saving the big
local company.  He also explained about my company's gracious sponsorship
of the church.  As I was used to public speaking, and the Pastor had
part-scripted the speech, it went well.  I just caught Grace's eyes once
and her face shone, enthralled.  The Pastor then preached a most
interesting sermon about the transference of sin.  Afterwards there were
many people who wanted to chat, but I just noticed Pastor James leading
Grace away for a quiet word with her.  When Grace returned she looked
desperate to talk to me, but there were just too many people.  I managed to
get near her once, just before someone else arrived to talk to me.  She
held my arm and her mouth found itself against my ear.
   "Please," she whispered, "we need ya help!"
   I nodded at her as someone else began talking to me.  She looked
agitated and had tears in her eyes.
   It took me another hour to extract myself.  I had seen Grace leaving,
ushering a very distressed looking Tammy out in front of her.  Almost the
moment I got back to my apartment and had closed the door behind me there
was a knock on it.  I opened it to find Grace standing there.  I was a
little disappointed to see no Tammy, but invited Grace in.
   "Gee, Pete," she blurted, "I's had no idea you were so important and
so..." she broke off, unsure how to put it.
   "Well off?" I suggested.
   "Yeah, `well off'." she nodded, "An' such a Christian man too!  The
Pastor, he gone told ma all about ya mentorin' children.  Told ma ya'll
know how to use the rod.  Did ya spank `em a lot, Pete?"
   My discussions with the good Pastor had prepared me for the sort of
things that Grace would want to hear.
   "They all got spanked." I lied, "That's why they were sent to me;
because I wasn't afraid to welt and bruise and blister, because it doesn't
matter to me how much they scream, because I don't stop until a little
bottom is all torn up, because I'm not afraid to use good old fashion
remedies like hot enemas, douches and punishment plugs."
   Graces face shone and I saw her squeezing her thighs together in a slow
repeated rhythm, apparently quite unconscious of what she was doing.
   "Oh yeah, Pete!  That's what they need!  That's what I got!  Ma daddy,
he was so strict!  Ma lil' butt was his!  He owned it!  An' if I
disappointed him, he'd take the skin off it!  An' he sure liked his `old
fashion remedies' too!"
   A tear fell down Graces face, followed by another one.
   "I sure wish he was here now, Pete!  Tammy needs a-dealin' with, an' I's
got maself in such a mess too!  I ain't got no money, Pete!  I's goin' to
lose the car an' the apartment, an' they'll take Tammy away, an'..." her
voice trailed off as she was overwhelmed by self pity.
   I gave her some time to compose herself and eventually she looked up at
me.
   "Please, Pete!  The pastor said ya might help us!  I know I've been bad!
Ya can whoop me all ya want!  I gotta thick extension cord ya can use on
me! Ya can tie me down and tear ma ass up with it!  An'...an'...  ya can
`use' me afterwards, for yourself!"
   It was as the Pastor had expected; Grace had thought about her own need
for punishment.  Now it was time for me to execute the Pastor's
masterstroke.
   "Grace, the punishment of a fully grown woman like that by a man who
isn't her husband is unseemly, don't you think?"
   "Sniff!  Sniff!  Yeah, Pete.  But, I need ya help!"
   "Your behaviour has been disgraceful, Grace!  And your daughter's too, I
expect, from what you've told me."
   "Sniff!  I've been bad, Pete, an' Tammy is such a brat!  I spanks her
such a lot, but she needs more!  She needs a man like ma daddy!"
   "While it would be unseemly for me to punish you, Grace, it would be
perfectly natural for me to severely punish Tammy.  Why, as part of my
mentoring I have whipped many little bottoms.  With Tammy, though, I fear
my punishments would have to go much further than normal, like how your own
father punished you, Grace!"
   "Oh yeah, Pete, like ma daddy punished me!  My butt all torn up and then
he'd punish me...  with himself, Pete!"
   "As I would do with Tammy, Grace!  Do you remember what the Pastor said
today about the transference of sin?"
   Grace shook her head dumbly.
   "It means that I can punish Tammy for your sins.  So when I help you it
is Tammy who has to be punished."
   Graces face looked like a ray of sunshine was falling on it as
realisation set in.  I decided to labour the point.
   "For example, Grace, if I bought you a new car, then Tammy would have to
be punished for it many times, like the instalments you would pay on the
car.  Perhaps, every night before she goes to bed.  Then, if I helped you
with the rent, she would have to be punished for that too, maybe something
very severely once or twice a week.  Then, if I helped you with your
debts...  You understand how it would work, Grace?"
   Grace's tears had gone and her face shone.
   "Oh, Pete!  The Lord bless ya!  The Pastor, he said ya were an angel, an
angel sent to help me an' Tammy!  Ya can whoop Tammy's butt, Pete!  Like ma
daddy whooped mine!  An' ya can punish her with ya'self too!"
   I smiled at Grace.
   "Actually, Grace, I've heard you spanking Tammy, and I liked what I
heard!  I think you like spanking her too!  Why don't we punish her
together?"
   Grace looked uncertain, scared of a trap.
   "I's only whoop her like any mom would!" she mumbled, unconvincingly.
   "I bet your daddy got good and hard when he spanked your butt!" I said,
"I'm going to get good and hard when I spank Tammy's butt!  Then I'm going
to use my hardness to punish her, like you did with that thing you used in
her throat!"
   "Pete," said Grace, looking at me, "do ya mean it?  Do ya mean what ya
say?  That ya'll whoop her lil' butt?  That I can still whoop her too? 
That ya'll put ya'self inside her?  That I can watch?"
   "Yup!" I smiled.
   "Pete, I's got her naked now!  She's waitin' for it!  Waitin' for me to
come back!  I gone told her ya were goin' to tear ma ass up an' when I came
back, I'd do to her whatever ya'd done to me!"
   "Change of plan!" I smiled.
   "Yeah, `change of plan'!" she smiled, "Let's go an' give her the good
news!"
   We left my apartment and I followed Grace.  As she opened the door to
her apartment I saw Tammy.  Tammy was even cuter naked than she had been
clothed.  She stood with her hands on her head, her face red and wet with
tears.  Her blonde hair was held back in a single pony tail and her nipples
were tiny bee stings that stuck out proud from her flat chest.  Her tummy
was a slightly rounded and her little pussy was hairless; its lips were
plump and there was a slight line of pink visible between the lips.  I
couldn't wait to see how much of my penis her little vagina could fit after
a good strict stretching by her mother.  I wondered what tool Grace had
been using to stretch her daughter's holes with.
   Tammy looked confused and frightened at seeing both of us there, rather
than her mom crying and trembling from a severe whipping.  Her hands moved
off her head to cover her nakedness.
   "Keep `em hands on ya head!" commanded Grace.
   Tammy fearfully obeyed.
   "Heh heh!  Guess what, Tammy?" Grace said with a mean laugh., "Me an'
Pete, we've been talkin', an' we decided it ain't right for a lady as fine
as your Momma to get a whoopin'!  Not when there's a lil' brat like ya that
can rightfully take it!  Pete's a good Christian man like ma daddy!  He
likes whoopin' a lil' butt!  Yes sir, whoopin' real good!  Makes his
man-part real hard so he can punish ya with it!  Ya can call him ya `daddy'
now!  Tell him `thank-ya' for comin' to spank ya!"
   Tammy looked up at me, her cute eyes brimming with tears.
   "Thank-ya for comin' to spank me daddy!" she blubbered.
   Grace smiled; I think she could almost taste the change in her
circumstances and was keen to make sure that nothing got in the way.  She
waved her hand towards the couch.
   "Say, Pete, why don't ya sit down!  Tammy'll come to ya so ya can git a
good look at her!  Don't be afraid to touch!  Remember, her lil' ass is
ya'll's now!"
   I went and sat on the sofa.  Grace led Tammy over and stood her in front
of me, turning her round so her back faced me and her perfect sweet little
bottom came into view.  Her rounded bum cheeks were quite large for her
age. Although most of her body was slim, she had a little tummy bulge and a
large soft wobbly bottom.  Grace motioned to me to spread my legs apart. 
As I did so, she manoeuvred Tammy further back so her bottom was only
inches from my face.
   "Bend an' touch `em toes, Tammy!" she instructed.
   Right in my face, only two inches away, Tammy's bottom bulged out and
spread.  I could smell her little pussy and butt from the few hours they'd
spent sitting down on a church pew.  Her bottom cheeks obscured her anus,
but the fat little lips of her pussy bulged out between the tops of her
thighs.
   "Go right ahead, Pete!  Touch her all ya want!  Tammy, pull `em cheeks
apart so ya daddy can play with ya!"
   Tammy's hands came up and, right before my eyes, the little cheeks were
pulled wide open to show her most private places.  Between her bottom
cheeks, right at the base of her crack was the dark-pink, almost purple,
ring of stretched, slightly crinkled, skin that surrounded her anus.  The
tiny hole itself at the centre of the little starfish was red and tightly
clenched.  Below her little bottom hole her fat pussy lips presented
themselves to me.  The smooth seductive slit had a pink fleshy inner labia
showing the entrance to her vagina as the slit approached her anus.  I
reached forward and used the fingers from both hands to spread her little
pussy open.  I saw her whole body goose-pimple as the cold air hit her
vagina.  She whined and sobbed softly as my finger slipped into her tiny
hole to feel her inside her and her sobs started to come loud and hard.
   "Does she feel good on ya finger?" Grace asked, her face glowing.
   "She will do!" I grinned.
   "Yeah, `she will do'!" echoed Grace eagerly.
   "Say, when ya ready, Pete, ya can come and choose some spankin' things
for her.  I's been a-spankin' her for so long, her lil' butt needs some
real big things to make it hurt!"
   I moved Tammy away and stood up.  My trousers were tented out with my
erection.  Grace looked at it with glowing eyes.
   "Say, Tammy, "she said, pointing at the lump in my trousers, "Ya daddy's
thing's gotten all hard looking at ya butt!  Guess he's gonna want to put
in in ya soon!"
   Tammy wailed, looking at my bulge fearfully.  Right in front of her eyes
it twitched as I thought about the things I would be doing to her.
   "Come on, Tammy!" Grace instructed, "Ya can be spanked in ma room.  That
way ya can make it real nice for ya daddy!"
   Wailing mournfully, Tammy followed her mother to what I guessed was her
mother's bedroom.  I followed behind them, my hands on Tammy's butt,
fondling the cheeks and slipping my finger into her little bum hole and
pussy.  She squeaked and mewled with displeasure as her new `daddy'
examined her.
   Grace's bedroom was a little plain, but well-kept.  The furniture looked
second-hand, but everything was dusted and clean.  Grace shut the door
behind us and drew the curtains.  She pulled a cardboard box off the top of
the wardrobe and put it on the bed.  The box was full of spanking
implements.  Grace went back to the wardrobe and reached on top of it,
feeling for something else.  Her searching fingers found two switches that
she lifted off and showed them to me.  The switches were almost three foot
long and quite thick.  I had no doubt they were very flexible and would
sting a sensitive little girl terribly.
   "Picked `em this mornin'!" she grinned, "Made Tammy peel `em before
church!  She's real good in church when she knows there's peeled swiches
waitin' for her lil' butt at home!"
   I nodded in admiration; Grace was everything I thought I thought a good
mother should be.  Her love of disciplining Tammy was becoming clear.  I
was looking forward to long detailed discussions with her about how we
might punish Tammy together.
   "What do you use to open her up with?" I asked.
   Grace smiled and reached into the box.  She rummaged about and pulled
out a thick shiny skin-coloured plastic dildo.  It was about six inches
long and an inch thick.  At its base was a pair of plastic testicles that
looked like they acted as a handle.  The length of the dildo was covered
with bulbous veins and its head was a fat exposed glans with a thick ridge
beneath it.  The plastic looked hard and solid with no flex or give.  Tammy
started to mewl and dance about as she saw it come out.
   "Boo hoo!  Don't, Momma!  Don't!  I'll a-be so a-good!  Don't use it on
me!  Boo hoo!"
   "What d'we call this, Tammy?" asked Grace, matter-of-factly.
   "Boo hoo!  A c...cock, Momma!" answered Tammy.
   "And where does a `cock' go?" continued Grace.
   "Boo hoo!  Boo hoo!  Ma mouth, p...pussy and b...butt hole!" Tammy
wailed.
   "Yup!" smiled Grace, "An' that's where ya `daddy's' gonna wanna put his
cock too!"
   Tammy wailed and her little body shook.  I saw her staring at the big
lump in my trousers and she jumped as it twitched at her.
   Grace rummaged around in the box again and pulled out a large half-used
tube of lubrication gel.
   "A-huh!  Momma needs to get a new tube!" Grace nodded to herself,
"Daddy's gonna wanna put himself in ya all the time now, Tammy!"
   Tammy sobbed forlornly as it became clear to her that the punishment she
hated most was going to become a regular daily occurrence as daddy's real
life adult penis constantly enjoyed itself in her tight little holes.
   "So, Pete," Grace smiled at me, "just me, ya'll an' a naughty lil' brat
who needs a whoppin'!  Choose what ya like!"
   I took the dildo and lube off Grace and laid them on the bed.  Grace
grinned and we watched Tammy as the tears seemed to jump out of her eyes.
   "Whaaaaaaaa!  Nooooooo!  Purrrleeeeeeease!" she wailed.
   "Heh-heh, looks like the lil' brat's gonna get stretched good!" Grace
laughed.
   I picked up the switches and laid them next to the dildo and lube.
   "Mmm-hmm, when I's a-switchin' I uses one for her butt an' one for her
pussy an' ass hole!  Ya'll wanna do that too?"
   Tammy wailed and held up her hands together at me, as if she were
praying.
   "Whaaaaaaaa!  D...daddy!  Purleeease!  D...don't switch me on ma pussy!
D...don't switch me on ma butt hole!  Boo hoo!  I'll a-suck ya'll cock for
ya!  I'll a-be a-good an' suck it deep!"
   I had a good look in the box and pulled out a small solid wooden paddle
and a wicked looking length of thin black electrical cord.
   Grace gave a throaty laugh.
   "Look's like someone's lil' butt's gonna get torn up good!" she smiled
as Tammy hopped about crying hysterically.
   Grace smiled up at me, and for the first time I saw her blushing.
   "Gee, Pete, when I's spankin' her, I don't like havin' no clothes on.  I
like's it that way!  D'ya mind if I's shows myself to you, Pete?"
   I smiled at her.
   "I'd love to see what you've got, Grace, and I'd like to be naked when I
spank her too, if you don't mind?"
   "Oh hey, sure!" Grace grinned, "How else ya gonna get that cock of ya's
into her?"
   Tammy sobbed and trembled as she watched her mother and me eagerly strip
our clothes off.  As I pulled my boxers off, my thick uncut penis sprang
into view, the purple helmet already exposed and the end shiny with
pre-cum. Tammy wailed as she saw what was going to be pushed into her holes
for years to come.
   I looked at Grace's body appreciatively.  The clothes hadn't done her
justice.  She was quite firm with large breasts and her tummy only sagged a
little from carrying Tammy.  I could see that her pussy was soaked and she
was staring at my cock.
   "Gee," she said a little breathlessly, "it's a big one!"
   In truth it was no bigger than the dildo she used on Tammy, but I guess
it depends what you're used to seeing.  I reached out to touch her breast
and she didn't stop me.
   "Pete!" she moaned, as I grazed my thumb over her nipple.
   I pulled her to me, levelling my cock at her pussy and then I pushed it
into her.  She was very wet and felt surprisingly good on me.  She clenched
her pussy muscles and ground herself against me.
   "Gee, that feels good!" she moaned.
   I slowly pulled out of her and she fixed Tammy with a mean look.
   "Suck it, Tammy!" she ordered, pointing at my cock.
   Tammy immediately fell on her knees in front of me and put my cock in
her mouth, lavishing it with attention from her tongue and lips.
   "NOT LIKE THAT, YA LIL' BRAT!" shouted Grace.
   She put her hand on the back of Tammy's head.  Tammy whined, knowing
what was coming.
   "Like this!" said Grace, and pushed her daughter's head down so my cock
slid deep into her throat.
   "GURRRRRRRRRRRRK!" the unfortunate girl gagged
   Grace moved her daughter's head down the length of my cock until Tammy's
lips were almost touching the base of my cock and her eyes bulged.  Grace
pulled Tammy's head off me and as my cock left her throat with a popping
sound, Tammy clasped both her hands over her mouth in a desperate effort
not to be sick.
   "Don't ya go pukin' on the carpet, Tammy-Lee!" Grace said, "Ya'll go an'
get the pail if ya gonna do that!"
   The sobbing child went to the wardrobe, opened it and took out a plastic
pail.  Grace turned to me.
   "Ya'll don't mind a lil' puke, do ya?" she asked.
   I grinned at her.
   "No, it often happens when a little-one takes you all the way in their
throat!" I smiled.
   "Cool!" she smiled, "Tammy-Lee pukes all the time.  Just I like I did on
ma daddy's cock!"
   Tammy put the pail between my legs and knelt down again.  She reached
forward and held the base of my penis.  Her red tear-soaked eyes looked up
at me.
   "Boo hoo!  P...purlease, daddy!" she whimpered, "P...purlease don't go
in deep!  P...purlease don't make me puke!"
   I pointed at my cock.  With a miserable mewling wail, she opened her
mouth and fed my cock down her throat.
   "GURRRRRRRRRK!  GAK!  GAK!  GAK!  BLURRRRRRRRRPH!  GAK!  GAK!  GAK! 
GAAAAAAAAAAARK!  CURRRRRRRRRRPH!  GAK!  GAK!  GAK!  GAK!"
   Tammy's deep sloppy puking throat job was an utter delight.  Her little
throat knew just how to pleasure an eager adult cock, and I moaned out loud
as she slurped and drooled all over me.  Grace knelt down behind me and I
felt my buttocks being parted.  Suddenly I felt Grace's tongue pushing into
my anus.  I was in ecstasy as Grace's long tongue went past my sphincter
and into my rectum and her little daughter gagged and retched over my cock.
   I let them both work a little longer and then pulled away, my cock wet
and hard.  Grace looked at me expectantly, a little twinkle in her eyes.
   "Ya wanna see how I's spanks her?" she grinned.
   I grinned at her and nodded.
   In an instant, Grace had grabbed Tammy, sat on the bed and pulled her
pleading wailing daughter over her lap.  She picked up the paddle.
   "Let's git started!" she smiled.
   WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!
   Grace paddled hard, and I liked what I saw.  She wasn't any old mom who
believed in a few smacks and some half-hearted tears from a barely
chastened child; Grace was the real deal, a mother who was dedicated to her
child's strict discipline and believed that spankings had to hurt until the
bottom was a mess and the child was barely able to cry anymore.  Tammy's
reactions to having her little butt busted were delightful.  She kicked and
screamed over her mother's lap, her little kicking legs making sure I had
perfect views of her open pussy and anus.  And all the time she squealed
and pleaded with her mother.
   "WHAAAAAAAAAA!  MOMMA!  STOOOOOOOOP!  IT'S A-HURTIN'!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
IT BURNS!  YAAAAAAAAAAH!  STOOOOOOOP!"
   From the big grin on Grace's face, it was clear she was enjoying this
and wasn't going to be stopping for some time.
   WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!
   Tammy's bottom bounced about over her mother's lap as the hard little
paddle spanked her.  Her wonderful wobbling cheeks were a burning red as
she screamed and kicked.  My cock throbbed as I watched her being spanked.
   WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  MOMMAAAAAAAA!  STOOOOOOOOP!  IT HURRRRRRRRRRTS!" Tammy
howled.
   Her bottom was getting a nice dark red and Grace had started spanking on
the fleshy backs of Tammy's thighs.  The child screamed and redoubled her
kicking as her thigh spanking started.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  NOT THERE!  NOT MY LEGS!  EEEEEEEEEEEEE! 
MOMMAAAAAAAAAA!" she shrieked.
   WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!
   Tammy's bottom and thighs had been spanked a dull swollen red when Grace
eventually put the paddle down.  She let Tammy up off her lap.  Tammy threw
herself onto the floor in a sitting position and began to madly rub her
bottom of the carpet, dragging herself along as she did so.  My cock
quivered and a blob of pre-cum leaked out.  Grace smiled at me.
   "So cute when she does that!" she moaned, rubbing her wet pussy as my
cock twitched in agreement.
   Grace stood up and picked up the electrical cord off the bed.  She
doubled it over so it formed a loop.
   "Git on the bed, Tammy!  I's wants ya on ya knees with ya head down!  Ya
knows how it's done!" she commanded.
   Tammy pulled herself off the floor, her hands still working furiously on
her bottom.  She saw her mother standing with the cord in her hand and
howled with dismay.
   "MOMMAAAAAAAAA!  NOT THE CORD!" she roared, dancing about with her hands
on her paddled bottom.
   "On the bed, Tammy!" her mother said more sternly.
   Making strange high-pitched whining noises, Tammy crawled up on the bed
on her knees and bent over tightly, going down onto her elbows.  She
hunched herself up so her bottom bulged out behind her and her perfect
little fire-red cheeks were presented to her mother and me.
   "Whaaaaaaaaa!  Mommaaaaaaa!  I'm a-sorry!" she wailed, "Bwaaaaaaaah! 
Don't use the cord on me!  Purrrleeeeeeease!"
   "Hands!" commanded Grace.
   Tammy obediently stretched her arms out behind her and put both her
hands in the small of her back.  Grace put one knee on the bed and leaned
over Tammy, taking hold of both of her daughter's small hands firmly in her
left hand.  I could see how, however hard Tammy wriggled, Grace would be
able to keep her in position and her hands out of the way, certainly until
she felt Tammy's bottom had had enough of the cord.
   I remembered my own sisters' screams when they were getting spanked with
the cord.  My elder sister had once eaten my ass out and swallowed my cock
for an hour every night for a whole week, rather than be reported for
something that would earn her the cord.  It seemed that Tammy felt the
same; the child twisted her head back to look at me.
   "Boo hoo!  Purrleeeease, daddy!  Ask Momma not to use the cord!  Ya can
stick ya cock in all ma places!  Put it all the way in!  Boo hoo!  I don't
wanna get the cord!  Purrrrleeeease!  Ask Momma not to!  I'll come round
an' see ya every day!  Ya can put ya cock in me!  Boo hoo!  Did ya like it
in ma mouth?  Boo hoo!  I'll do it for ya again!"
   I grinned at Grace.  She turned back to Tammy and focussed on the rudely
presented little bottom that the child had so shamefully poked out, ready
for its discipline.  Grace lifted the cord back and began to whip Tammy's
bottom with it, hard and quick.
   WHUUUIIP!  WHUUUIIP!  WHUUUIIP!  WHUUUIIP!  WHUUUIIP!
   Tammy screamed; great big full-force screams that came from the bottom
of her lungs.  Her body twisted and Grace held on tightly to her.  Purple
loop-shaped welts began to appear on Tammy's bottom and thighs as Grace
vigorously whipped the cord into her daughter's bare little bum.
   WHUUUIIP!  WHUUUIIP!  WHUUUIIP!  WHUUUIIP!  WHUUUIIP!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  MOMMAAAAAAAAA!" Tammy screamed,
"STOOOOOOOOOP!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
   Grace seemed to have no intention of stopping any time soon and the
sound of the cord whipping into the reluctant trembling bottom and thighs
that Grace held firmly in position carried on as Tammy screamed.
   WHUUUIIP!  WHUUUIIP!  WHUUUIIP!  WHUUUIIP!  WHUUUIIP!
   "NYAAAAAAAAAAAAA!  NOOOOOOOOOOOO!  AAAAAAAAAAAAH!  STOOOOOOOOOOP! 
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Tammy shrieked.
   Soon the whole of Tammy's bottom and thighs were covered in mass of
crossing loop-shaped welts that were swelling up and looked red-raw and
blistered.  Tammy twisted her body back and forth and banged her head up
and down on the bed.  Her red face was soaked with tears, snot and drool as
she shrieked and howled.
   Grace let Tammy go and put the cord down.  Tammy bounced about on the
bed like a mad kangaroo, her bottom held tightly in both hands, as she
shrieked and pulled at the blistered cheeks.  Grace looked down at my
quivering dripping cock.
   "Say Pete, why don't I stretch her lil' hole now?  Looks like ya goin'
to want to use her real soon!"
   "Yeah, real soon!" I moaned.
   "Don't ya go forgettin', I's gotto switch her ass, pussy and butt hole
first!" Grace gently teased me; I was beginning to really like her.
   Grace turned back to Tammy who was rolling around on the bed, holding
her bottom cheeks and howling in agony.
   "Lay on ya side, Tammy, an' git `em knees up to ya chest!  Momma's gonna
do some real deep hole stretchin' on ya!"
   Through her hoarse howls and whipped-bottom-squeals Tammy heard her
mother.  Still holding onto her bottom, she crawled over to me and her
tearful wailing face looked up into mine.
   "Whaaaaaaaa!  Purrrrrleeeeease, daddy!  Let me be ya lil' sex girl! 
I'll a-do anythang for ya!  Boo hoo!  Ya can put ya cock in ma ass whenever
ya want!  An' I'll lick it clean after!  Ya can spank an' use me all ya
want!  Boo hoo!  Do ya like ya ass licked?  I can a-do that for ya!  I
don't a-mind eatin' ya ass!  Purrrrleeeease!  Just don't a-let Momma use
her `big thang' on me!"
   Her delightful response to the news of her impending genital stretching
and the deep insertion of objects into her tiny private orifices made my
cock emit a small squirt of cum.  I looked over at Grace and she smiled at
me.  In her left hand she held the six-inch-long one-inch-thick heavily
veined hard plastic penis I had selected earlier and in her right hand she
held a huge eight-inch-long black rigid butt plug.  The monster butt plug
was two-inches-wide at its thickest point and I could see why Tammy feared
it so much.  Tammy's eyes followed my gaze and fixed on the huge thing.
   "NO!  MOMMAAAAAA!  NOOOOOOOOO!" she wailed.
   More desperate than ever, she turned back to me.  Her hands groped for
my cock, her mouth opening wide ready to throat me again, but Grace had far
stricter ideas for her daughter, something my cock thoroughly agreed with.
   "On ya side now, Tammy-Lee, or Momma'll git out `the broomstick' an' use
that up ya ass!  Remember the last time?  That ole' broomstick hurt ya
good!"
   There was a high-pitched mewling from Tammy and I saw the terrible look
of fear in her face as memories of `the broomstick' flooded back.
   "Momma!  NO!  Not `the broomstick'!  P...purlease!  I'll be a-good!  I
a-promise!"
   Keen to show her mother how obedient she was being, Tammy was on her
side in an instant, her knees together and pulled up to her chest.  She
reached over the top of her body and pulled her uppermost buttock away from
her crack until her anus and pussy were completely exposed.
   "Bwaaaaaaah!  Momma!  I'll be a-good while ya're a-stretchin' ma holes!
P...purlease don't do it rough!  Boo hoo!"
   Grace now had both the dildo and butt plug lubricated and ready.  She
put the butt plug to one side and took the balls at the base of the dildo
in her right hand.
   "Tammy, I'm a-goin' to stretch ya pussy first!  Ya stay still, girl, or
Momma's gonna use ya butt hole stretcha in ya pussy!  Ya don't want that
now, do ya?"
   "No, Momma!  Purlease, Momma!  Not in ma pussy, MommAAAAAAAAAH! 
EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
   Grace had shoved the whole of the big dildo up Tammy's pussy in one hard
thrust.  I couldn't take my eyes away from the sight; the way her tiny hole
stretched so tightly around the thrusting hard plastic looked amazing.  As
Grace jammed it in and out of her screeching daughter, Tammy shook and her
hands let go of her obediently held bottom cheek trying to weakly fend away
her mother's harshly pumping hand.
   "MOMMAAAAAAAAAA!  EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  NOT HARD!  I BEG!  I'LL BE A-GOOD! 
EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  I'LL A-MAKE YA FEEL NICE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
   Grace withdrew the dildo and Tammy's bruised little hole stayed open,
gaping by half-an-inch after its harsh discipline.  Grace smiled at me
sweetly.
   "Ya can use that hole as much as ya like, Pete!  There's no restrictions
on what ya can do to her!  None at all!  Ya can use her in any way ya want
to!"
   Grace put down the dildo and picked up the huge butt plug.  It was so
big it looked like most women would have struggled to take it; I couldn't
wait to see it punish a naughty little nine-year-old's small bottom hole.
Grace turned to me, breathless both from the exertion of punishing Tammy's
pussy and from her excitement at getting to use her largest butt plug.
   "Gee, Pete, do ya like lil' ass holes?  Do ya like to see them open?  To
see inside?  Way deep inside?  Do they look good to ya?"
   I smiled at Grace.
   "I like them opened as far as they can go." I confirmed.
   There was a wail from Tammy.  Grace turned back to her and put the tip
of the butt plug against her daughter's little anus, twisting it round so
Tammy could feel it there.
   "Heh-heh!" Grace laughed, "Looks like ya new daddy's an ass man,
Tammy-Lee!  Momma's gonna have to git this lil' hole stretched out real
regular for him.  Now, beg Momma to do it to ya, Tammy!  Beg Momma to
stretch ya lil' ass hole wiiiiiiiide open!"
   As the tip of the butt plug played in her little hole, I heard Tammy's
teeth chattering.
   "Boo hoo!  P...purlease, Momma!  S...stretch out my lil' ass hole!" she
wailed.
   "YAAAAAAAAAAAAH NOOOOOOOOOOO!  AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!  MOMMAAAAAAAAAAA!" Tammy
roared as her anus was almost instantaneously stretched to an inch wide.
   "Stay still, missy!" Grace smiled, "Ya still got plenty to go!"
   Tammy screamed has her little anus was stretched to two-inches-wide. 
The child scrabbled at the bedcovers with her hands, pulling and thumping
at the bed as her hole was stretched.  With her knees still held firmly
against her chest, her lower legs kicked until it looked like they were
running.  Her bright red face, spraying tears, snot and drool, looked back
over her shoulder at her mother and me as she pleaded desperately for her
strict anal punishment to end.
   "YAAAAAAAAAAAH!  EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  MOMMAAAAAAA!  I'LL BE A-GOOD! 
DADDEEEEEEEEY!  USE ME FOR YA SEX!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  I'LL A-THROAT YA COCK!
YA CAN A-MAKE ME SICK!  EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  I'LL EAT YA POOP!  IN A BOWL! 
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
   Her pleas went on, becoming ever more degrading and explicit.  It seemed
that Grace's punishments of Tammy had ensured that no sexual activity,
however outrageous or painful, had been left unexplored.  As her howls and
pleading went on, it was clear there was nothing that the child wouldn't
perform in return for reducing her painful bottom punishment.  I was
looking forward to trying out many of the perverse offers that spilled from
Tammy's lips.
   I watched the huge butt plug slide past the point of no return and
become drawn up into Tammy's rectum.  The girl looked at me, her eyes wide
with the pain from her grossly stretched sphincter and elongated anal
passage.
   "DADDEEEEEEEEEY!" she wailed, "TELL MOMMA TO TAKE IT OUT!  I'LL SUCK YA
COCK EVERY NIGHT!  EVERY NIGHT FOR A YEAR!  YA CAN PUT YA COCK IN MA BUTT
WHEN YA WANT!  I'LL EAT YA POOP!  I'LL DO ANYTHANG!  JUST GIT IT OUTTA ME!
IT'S A-SO BIG!" IT A-HURTS SO BAD!  PURRRRLEEEEASE, DADDY!  I'LL DO
ANYTHANG!  PURRRRLEEEEEEASE!"
   Grace grabbed the butt plug and began to pull it out.  It proved no less
painful for Tammy on the return journey than it had on the way in, as her
tiny anus was stretched again to huge proportions.  As the butt plug past
its thickest point there was a loud slurping sucking noise and Tammy's anus
gaped open for us to see her bright red rectum.  My cock twitched; it was
going to enjoy many pleasurable hours deep in that hole.
   Grace picked up a switch and whipped it through the air.
   "Diaper position, Tammy!  Momma's gonna spank ya lil' ass hole now it's
all good an' open!"
   "MOMMA!  NOOOOOOOOO!" wailed Tammy, but like a good little girl, halfway
through her spanking, she did exactly as she was told.
   I watched as the little girl rolled on her back with her knees still
held against her chest.  She put her hands around the backs of her knees
and spread her legs so wide apart that her knees were either side of her
chest, almost touching the bed.  Her pussy opened like a little flower, her
vagina gaping and her clit emerging from beneath its hood.  Below her
pussy, her anus still gaped over an inch wide.  Her eyes looked up at my
face, pleading.
   "Bwaaaaaaaaah!  Daddeeeeeey!  Anything!  Any sex ya want!  Ya can be
rough with me!  I'll do what ya want!  Purrrleeeease!"
   Grace crawled up on the bed so she was behind Tammy and the end of the
switch could be whipped directly onto Tammy's open bottom hole.  Tammy
heard the switch swishing about as Grace prepared herself.
   NO!  MOMMAAAAAAA!" wailed Tammy, but it had no effect on her strict
mother.
   SSSWUCK!  SSSWUCK!  SSSWUCK!  SSSWUCK!  SSSWUCK!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  MOMMAAAAAAAAA!"
   Tammy's screams hit the roof as the switch began its disciplinary work.
Her soft inner-bottom cheeks, the sensitive base of her crack, the wrinkled
skin surrounding her hole and even some parts of her sphincter that had
been exposed, all tasted the whippy green flexible stick that her mother
vigorously thrashed her daughters spread bottom crack with.
   SSSWUCK!  SSSWUCK!  SSSWUCK!  SSSWUCK!  SSSWUCK!
   "NYAAAAAAAAAAAA!  STOOOOOOOOOOP!  DADDEEEEEEEEEEY!  SEX!  NOW! 
EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  MAKE IT STOP!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
   Grace didn't stop until a large portion of the switch broke and flew
off. She threw the remaining stub across the room in disgust.
   "Ya lil' butt hole got off light today, Tammy!" she glowered.
   Grace turned to me.
   "Honest, Pete, she can take a lot more!  Damn switch broke before I's
a-finished!  I'll git two switches for her ass hole next time!  Show ya
what `real strict' is!"
   Tammy's anus and inner bottom cheeks were a scalding mass of switch
marks.  Tammy screamed, her fists stuffed between her bottom cheeks trying
to stop the pain.
   Grace got off the bed and stood in front of Tammy with the final switch
in her hand.
   "Git `em hands away, Tammy!  Ya lil' pussy and thighs gonna git what
your ass hole didn't!"
   Panting hoarsely, her eyes wide, Tammy complied.  I marvelled at her
obedience as she opened her legs to expose her pussy for the switch;
Grace's training must have been very strict and soon Tammy would be
obediently doing what I told her to.
   "MOMMA!  PURLEEASE!" Tammy wailed, "ANYTHING!  DON'T SWITCH MA PUSSY!"
   SSSWUCK!  SSSWUCK!  SSSWUCK!  SSSWUCK!  SSSWUCK!
   Tammy's little vagina, clit, inner labia, outer labia and inner thighs
were where her strict mother now aimed the switch.  A scream filled, hole
welting five minutes followed until Tammy finally lost control.  Her little
hands were constantly switched as they sought to protect her thickly welted
pussy.  When the welts started to purple, her mother stopped.
   "D'ya want me to finish ya off, Tammy, or d'ya want to have sex with ya
daddy?"
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  DADDY!  SEX WITH DADDY!" Tammy screamed.
   Grace smiled at me.
   "I's finishes her off by breaking the switch on her clit!" she grinned,
"She's all ya's now!"
   Tammy was already crawling on the bed towards me.
   "Bwaaaaaaaa!  Daddeeeeeey!" she wailed, "Come on the bed with me, daddy!
Boo hoo!  I'll a-make it good for ya!  Let's do sex, daddy!  Boo hoo! 
Don't let Momma finish me off!  Boo hoo!  Purrleeeeeease!"
   Her mouth was on my cock, slurping and sucking at it, trying to get it
down her throat.  My cock knew what it really wanted.
   "On your knees, Tammy, face away from me and bend right down!" I
instructed, "I'm going to use your ass!  I need to do it hard!"
   Tammy instantly turned round and bent down, resting on her elbows,
sticking her little bottom up at me.
   "Boo hoo!  Do it hard, daddy!" she wept, "Make it real nice for yaself!
Make ya cock feel real good!"
   I didn't need asking twice.  I climbed on the bed and squatted down
behind her, holding my cock so it's tip touched her still partially open
anus.  I pushed my cock against the hole and it slid deep into her.  I felt
her sphincter closing around me, milking me.  Her butt began to move,
pulling down the length of my cock then jerking back up it.
   "Boo hoo!  Is that good, daddy?  I's a-doin' it just how Momma taught
me!"
   I smiled at Tammy.
   "That's very good, Tammy, but daddy needs to do it hard!"
   I grabbed Tammy's little hips and began to drive the whole length of my
cock in and out of her bottom.  Tammy wailed and struggled.
   "Eeeeeeeeeeeee!  Too fast!  P...purleeeease, daddy!  Not so rough! 
Purleeeeeeeeeease!"
   As my cock pumped in and out of her bottom, dirty windy noises filled
the room as the air escaped past my cock and around her sphincter.
   Parrrrrrrrrrp!  Parrrrrrrrrrp!  Parrrrrrrrrrp!  Parrrrrrrrrrp! 
Parrrrrrrrrrp!  Parrrrrrrrrrp!
   "Heh-heh!  Dirty girl!  That's a-more whippin' for ya later!" laughed
Grace.
   "Whaaaaaaaaaaa!  Momma!  Noooooooooo!  It's a-daddy doin' it, not me!"
wailed Tammy, but no one paid any attention.
   Parrrrrrrrrrp!  Parrrrrrrrrrp!  Parrrrrrrrrrp!  Parrrrrrrrrrp! 
Parrrrrrrrrrp!  Parrrrrrrrrrp!
   "Daddeeeeeeeey!  Daddeeeeeeeey!  Daddeeeeeeeey!" wept Tammy as her
little bottom was comprehensively punished by a large adult penis.
   It only took a few minutes of the wonderful sensation of her tiny bottom
hole on my cock for me to feel my body tightening as my orgasm approached.
I started to moan as the pleasure became more intense.  I felt my bottom
cheeks being parted and Grace inserting one of her long lubricated fingers
into my anus, beginning to massage my prostate.  I screamed in delight as
every ounce of my cum rocketed out of me into Tammy's little butt.  The
finger in my ass worked away, massaging every last drop from me as the tiny
butt pulled it out, sucking it into its rectum.
   "Heh-heh!" laughed Grace, "I gone never met a man who didn't like his
ass ticklin'!  They tell's me it a-makes `em cum twice as hard!"
   I had to agree with her!
   o-------------------------------------------------o
   By the end of the next week, Grace's debt were settled, her rent was
re-negotiated and a better car was parked outside her apartment, and Tammy
had begun her arduous payment schedule.
   Every night, soon after I returned home, there was a timid knock at my
apartment door.  Standing outside was a small tearful nine-year-old girl in
a sweet little short nightie or tiny pyjamas with cartoon characters on. 
In her hands would be a big paddle, thick belt or the cane.
   "P...purleeease, daddy, Momma says I've been a-naughty again!" she'd
announce, her tears flowing faster, "Will ya spank me for her?  She a-says
she's too tired!"
   Tammy would be invited in, her pretty body revealed and then her little
bottom would be presented in any number of positions whilst her screams
accompanied the strokes of whichever strict implement I was firmly applying
to her bottom that night.  Tammy's desperate pleas for strict
little-girl/daddy sex were ignored until her bottom was a huge red swollen
mess and daddy's cock was ready to enjoy her.  Then Tammy's pussy, throat
and anus did their job of making her new daddy feel good.
   As I got more involved in punishing Tammy and in accompanying Grace to
church, I began to enjoy the whole package of a woman who was dedicated to
her little daughter's discipline and, most importantly, to my enjoyment of
it.  Coupled with this was a little girl who was desperate to please daddy
with the most terrible sex acts in return for him asking her mother to,
ever so slightly, reduce her punishment.  Six months later Grace and I
moved in together, taking a large house on a large plot.  The very first
night we moved in, Grace explained to Tammy that now I was living in the
same house it meant I was I was her real daddy.  Tammy wept piteously as
Grace detailed all the different things that new daddy would want her to
do.
   o-------------------------------------------------o
   I'd had a long and frustrating day at work and couldn't wait to get back
to take it out on Tammy.  As I stomped through the door, Grace greeted me
happily.
   "Gee, hon, ya looks like ya didn't have such a good day!  I had a great
day!  I been gone shopping and bought myself a new bag!  It was real
expensive!  I told Tammy she's gonna need to pay for it!  I've got her all
ready!  She's in the den a-waitin' for ya!"
   I grinned broadly; it was just what I been hoping for.
   Grace led the way and I followed.  I could hear Tammy's miserable crying
before we even got to the room.  Grace opened the door and motioned for me
to go in.  I entered the room and Grace closed the door behind me, leaving
Tammy and me alone; it was time for a long daddy/daughter chat.  Tammy was
kneeling next to the sofa with her hands on her head.  She was wearing a
very short nightie, the hem of which had lifted above her crotch as a
result of her having her hands on her head.  Her little pussy was on show
and she looked up at me as I entered.
   "Boo hoo!  P...purlease, daddy!" she wept, "I'm ya lil' girl slut! 
P...purlease do sex with me!  Boo hoo!  P...purlease d...don't spank me too
bad!"
   I sat down next to where she was kneeling.
   "Take your nightie off, Tammy." I instructed.
   Tammy instantly did as she was told.  As her nightie came off, I could
see that her mother had written "Daddy's slut" on her chest in bright red
lipstick.  I could also see that her bottom was a fiery red with small
half-inch circular welts where a heavy drilled paddle had been vigorously
applied.
   "Been a naughty girl today, Tammy?" I asked, pointing at her bottom.
   "Boo hoo!  Daddeeeeeey!" she wailed, "Momma says she's been real bad
today, so ya'll can be extra hard on me!  Boo hoo!  I gotta do everythang
ya say, or else..."
   Tammy's voice trailed off as she contemplated the awful punishments her
mother would surely administer if she wasn't completely compliant to me
during her `extra hard' punishment.  I traced my fingers up her inner thigh
and she obediently opened her legs so I could play with her tiny pussy. 
Her sobs became loud and choking as I started to push two fingers into her.
Her hole was tight and pre-lubricated.  She wailed as both my fingers went
up.  I began to move them about, separating them to stretch her hole. 
There was a delicious slurping sound from the copious lubrication as I did
so.  I took them out.
   "Stand up and bend over, so I can see your bottom hole, Tammy!" I said.
   Tammy jumped up, eager to show her compliance.  She bent over and, using
her hands to separate her bottom cheeks, displayed her anus to me.  I could
see the translucent wetness around the hole from the lubrication.  I could
also see a yellow smear in the gel.
   "I hope you're not a dirty girl today, Tammy!" I taunted.
   The wailing mewl from Tammy confirmed what I had already guessed; Grace
had offered me the opportunity for some of the very nastiest punishments
she practised on her daughter.  I touched my middle and index fingers
against Tammy's anus and pushed them in.  The tight hole held them firmly.
As I withdrew them, I could clearly see the dirty state of Tammy's bottom.
I held my fingers up.
   "Clean them!" I said.
   Weeping loudly, Tammy turned round.  Her little face wrinkled with
disgust as she saw her poop on my fingers.  She bent over and I saw her
mouth tremble as she opened it and my fingers slipped in.  Poor Tammy
retched and drooled over my hand as she slurped up the nasty tasting stuff
her bottom had left on my fingers.
   "Oh dear, Tammy!" I whispered to her, "Daddy is going to have to give
you a special toilet punishment for being a dirty girl!"
   Tammy wailed at the news and she tried even harder to suck and lick my
dirty fingers clean.
   "Let's go to the bathroom, Tammy!" I smiled.
   Tammy gave an audible gulp and then her real crying began.  All the way
up the stairs she wailed forlornly; now she knew that I was going to toilet
punish her and do the things she hated the most.
   When we got to the bathroom I found Grace had already prepared it.  The
steaming hot enema laid waiting on the side of the bath and the lexan
paddle, cane and baby oil were next to it.  I began to strip off my
clothes. Tammy began to weep hysterically as my erect cock sprang out of my
pants.
   "Bwaaaaaaah!  P...purlease, daddy!  Purlease!  Don't!" she wept, but she
knew it was already a lost cause; I loved giving her toilet punishments.
   I picked up the lexan paddle and baby oil and sat on the toilet seat.
   "Over my lap, Tammy!" I grinned, "Time to get that little bottom of
yours ready!"
   Tammy wailed as she crawled over my lap and presented her little bottom
to me.  I enjoyed myself baby-oiling her bottom, getting it nice and shiny
and working my fingers into all her little cracks and crevices.  I wiped my
hands on her hair and picked up the paddle.  I loved how she squealed more
loudly and how her bottom marked up so much better when it had been
baby-oiled.
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   "DADDEY!  DADDEEEEEEEEY!  YAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Tammy yelled as her bottom
reddened up, but I was only just starting; she would need the cane before
she was really ready to receive her toilet punishments.
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   "NYAAAAAAAAAAH!  STOOOOOOOOOP!  DADDY!  I'LL BE GOOD!" she howled, but I
carried on spanking her.
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  IT HURTS!  YA'LL BLISTERIN' ME!
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!" Tammy screamed, and she was right; tiny pimple-like
blisters had started to appear on her cheeks.
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   "DADDEEEEEEEEEEY!  NOOOOOOOOOOO!  STOOOOOOOOOP!  I'LL DO ANYTHANG! 
DON'T BLISTER ME NO MORE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  IT HURTS!  MA BUTT! 
STOOOOOOOOOOOP!"
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   Fat purple splodges with white bull's-eye blisters at their centre had
formed on the crowns of Tammy's little bottom cheeks.  I let her up and
enjoyed watching her dance about the bathroom, screaming with her hands
holding her blisters.
   "Touch your toes for the cane, Tammy!" I ordered.
   "WHAAAAAAAAAAA!  NOOOOOOOOOO!  DADDEEEEEEEEEY!  NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" she
howled, rubbing at her bottom, wobbling the little cheeks about and showing
me her anus in an attempt to entice me to put my cock in her.
   "Touch your toes, Tammy!" I said in a warning tone and swished the cane
through the air.
   Mewling with fear, Tammy bent over double and her red sore little bottom
was presented to me for more strict discipline.  She looked back at me,
weeping pitifully.
   "Boo hoo!  Boo hoo!  H...how many, d...daddy?" she wailed.
   She saw my cock emit a blob of pre-cum and she started wailing; she
already knew that if my cock was leaking that sticky clear fluid, then her
caning would be severe.
   "Your Momma spent such a lot today." I said, justifying my severity as
she wept in anticipation, "She's been very bad!  I'm going to have to give
you thirty spanks with the cane on your bottom and thighs!"
   "NOOOOOOOOO!  DADDEEEEEEEY!  NOT THIRTY!  MY BUTT!  IT CAN'T TAKE IT! 
IT'LL RIP IT UP!  DON'T!  PURRLEEEEASE!  GIVE ME TWENTY!  I'LL...  I'LL DO
WHAT YOU WANT!"
   "If I just give you twenty, will you really do everything I want,
Tammy?" I asked.
   "Boo hoo!  Yes, daddy!  Everythang!  I promise!" she wept.
   "Okay, Tammy, just twenty then!  But you'd better be good!  Stick your
bottom out nicely!" I said.
   Tammy's bottom bulged itself out as she pushed back, her cheeks
broadening and the crack opening up.  I laid the cane against her bottom
and listened to Tammy wailing.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   "NYAAAAAAAAAAA!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  DADDEEEEEEEEEY!" she shrieked and
stomped about, still bent over, her little bottom juddering as her feet hit
the floor.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  IT HURTS!  NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" she
howled and her bottom waggled from side to side as the thick red cane marks
swelled up.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  YEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  NOOOOOOOOOOO! 
DADDEEEEEEEEEY!  MY LEGS!  NOT THERE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Tammy screamed as I
caned the tops of her thighs, her legs wriggling and moving as if she were
running on the spot.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  A-EEEEEEEEEEEE!  A-EEEEEEEEEEE!  NYAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
howled Tammy and she stood up, jumping about, furiously rubbing her bottom
and the backs of her thighs as she pranced about the bathroom.
   My cock twitched as I watched her exciting display, her naughty red
caned bottom waving about as she squealed and danced about; now she was
ready for the punishment she detested.
   I sat on the toilet and put my feet up on the seat, pushing my bottom
forward, presenting my anus to her.
   "Tammy!" I called sharply.
   The child turned and looked at me with a look of terrified disgust on
her face as she came and knelt in front of me.  She bent forward, opened my
bottom cheeks and looked up at me.  I could see her trembling.
   ""Boo hoo!  Purlease, daddy!  Don't do it!" she wept.
   I felt her mouth on my anus and her tongue starting to rim me, then the
whole length of her tongue worked up deep into my hole to stimulate my
sphincter.  I began to strain and I heard a terrified muffled scream and
then the most appalling gagging and retching.
   Despite Tammy's fearful pleas and terrible retching I held her firmly in
position for the whole performance.  Then her obedient tongue diligently
cleaned me up.  My cock quivered, ready to enjoy itself.
   "Get in my lap, Tammy!" I ordered, "My cock wants to go in your bottom!"
   Tammy wailed as she presented her bottom to me and I put my cock against
her anus.  Her screams echoed around the room as I pulled her down and my
cock thrust up her.  When she was sitting in my lap and I was fully
embedded she began to be gently move her bottom on me, just as her mother
had taught her to.
   "DADDY, IT HURTS!" she wailed, "PLEASE!  STOP!  IT'S TOO BIG IN ME!"
   "Mouth!" I ordered.
   Tammy mewled in horror.  She stood up, my cock slipping out of her dirty
bottom, turned around and, wailing with disgust, put it in her mouth,
gagging with the nasty smell and taste.
   "All the way in, Tammy!" I moaned.
   My cock slipped down her throat and Tammy started her usual violent
retching as she slipped her throat up and down on me.
   "GURK!  GAK!  GAK!  GAK!  BLURRRRRRRRRPH!  GARRRRRRRRRK!  GAK!  GAK! 
GAK!"
   "Bottom!" I instructed.
   Tammy pulled my cock out of her throat and retched into the toilet
between my legs, then she presented her bottom to me again and wailed as I
re-inserted myself into her anus.
   "Bounce on it!" I told her.
   Tammy began to shake her bottom up and down so it pumped my cock in and
out of it.  All the time her bottom was repeatedly speared on my hard adult
penis she wailed in distress.
   "Yeowch!  Yeowwwwwwww!  Owwwchie!  It hurts!  Whaaaaaaaaaa! 
Daddeeeeeey! Owwwwwwww!  Owwwch!  Purleeeeeease!"
   "Mouth!" I instructed.
   Howling, the tears jumping off her face, Tammy stood and pulled her
bottom off my penis, turned around, bent over and then her throat started
work again.
   I had several exciting rounds of punishing Tammy for having such a dirty
bottom hole until I decided it was time to clean her out properly.
   "Bend over the bath tub, Tammy, it's time for your enema!  I bet your
Momma's mixed it real hot!"
   Tammy fell on her knees in front of me.
   "Boo hoo!  Boo hoo!  Not a hot enema, daddy!  Momma said she'd a-put hot
sauce in it!  It's gonna burn me real bad inside!  Boo hoo!  Let me help ya
do ya squirts!  I'll a-do anythang to make ya squirt!  Purleeeease!  Boo
hoo!"
   I smiled down at her.
   If you take your enema like a good girl, Tammy, then I promise I'll do
my squirts in you and then we can finish your punishment and you can be
nice to me.  Would you like that?"
   "Boo hoo!  Boo hoo!  Yes, daddy!  We can finish ma punishment!  An' I
can a-be nice to ya!" she wept.
   "Over the bath tub then, Tammy!" I reminded her.
   Tammy bent over the side of the bath and showed me her bottom.  The
enema nozzle was large, but not like the two-inch-wide monster her mother
still used to stretch her with.  The nozzle was soon in her and I let the
enema flow.  I was intrigued to see what a hot sauce enema did to her; I'd
never given Tammy one of those before.  I didn't have long to wait.
   "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee!  Eeeeeeeeeeeeee!  It's burnin'!" she wailed and then
she became more frantic, "YAAAAAAAAAAAH!  I'M A-ON FIRE!  IT'S BURNIN' ME
UP INSIDE!  DADDEEEEEEEEEY!  STOP IT!  MAKE IT STOP!  PURLEEEEEEEASE!"
   "Tammy," I reminded calmly, "you said you'd be good for your enema and
then be nice to me and make me squirt!"
   "BUT DADDEEEEEEEEEY!" she wailed, "IT'S BURNIN' MEEEEEEE!"
   "Hmm," I said, giving it my serious daddy-consideration, "It's a long
time since we had a proper daddy/daughter spanking weekend, isn't it?"
   I watched the panic in Tammy's eyes; a whole weekend of spankings and
sex with daddy until she couldn't sit down for a month and her poor holes
so sore that each trip to the toilet made her scream.  The hot sauce enema
carried on flowing, filling her rectum and bowels.
   "BOO HOO!  BOO HOO!  DADDEEEEEEY!  I'LL DO A WEEKEND FOR YA! 
BWAAAAAAAAAAH!" she howled.
   I stopped the flow.
   "What do you have to do now, Tammy?" I asked.
   "Bwaaaaaaaaaaah!  Make ya do ya squirts inside me, daddy!" she wailed,
"Where d'ya want to squirt?"
   "Throat!" I smiled, and sat back down on the toilet.
   Tammy crawled over to me, the enema nozzle still in her bottom.  I could
see from the determination in her eyes that there was only one thing on her
mind; to make me cum in her throat as quickly as possible.  She opened her
mouth and plunged my cock into her throat.  I had never seen Tammy so eager
to throat me as hard or deeply as she did with the hot sauce enema inside
her.  Her head banged up and down as her throat stretched around my cock,
sliding over the sensitive glans and rubbing the loose skin up and down.
   "GACKY-GACKY-GACKY-GACKY-GACKY-GACKY!"
   Tammy was so desperate that, even as my cock deep in her throat made her
sick, she carried on without barely missing a beat, retching into the
toilet, then immediately re-inserting me.
   "GACKY-GACKY-GACKY-GACKY-GACKY-GACKY!"
   I moaned as she pleasured me; it was a lovely daddy/daughter discipline
session and tomorrow night it would be the same; Tammy waiting for me in
the den and a different set of spankings and sexual punishments designed by
her mother.  Then there was also the wonderful prospect of a special
daddy/daughter spanking weekend, when Tammy's squeals would fill the house
for hours at a time.
   As Tammy's tiny throat worked on me I felt a strong pounding orgasm
approaching.  I began to shake as my body tightened.  My balls tightened
with pleasure as I wailed and thrust my groin up into Tammy's mouth.  Just
like her mother had taught her, Tammy wriggled a finger up my anus to rub
at my prostate.  I squealed with joy as I came, my body spasming with
pleasure.  Tammy's eyes bulged and she emitted desperate gurgling gulps as
she swallowed the jets of sperm that I was pumping into her throat.
   Tammy continued to gently throat me as I recovered from my cum; her
bottom had been strictly taught what would happen to it if she stopped
before I told her that she could.
   I gently pushed her head off me and she gratefully retched the remains
of my sperm into the toilet.
   "Sniff!  Sniff!  Purlease, daddy!" she begged, pointing at the toilet.
   I moved away and she scrambled up onto the seat, standing on it and
squatting down.
   I removed the nozzle and she evacuated herself.  As she finished she
looked up at me with fear in her eyes.
   "Boo hoo!  Daddeeeeeeeeey!  It's still a-burnin'!" she wept, "Make it
stop!"
   I smiled and opened the bathroom cupboard.  Standing there was a jug of
cold milk.  Tammy mewled; she knew what happened now.  She passed me the
enema bag.  I took it, rinsed it out and then filled it with the cold milk
as Tammy watched helplessly.
   "Boo hoo!  Boo hoo!  It's burnin'!" she wailed, "Put the milk in me,
daddy!  Purlease make it a-stop burnin'!"
   "But Tammy," I grinned, "You know you always have to be spanked before
an enema!"
   Tammy wailed in despair.  She looked up at me, her tiny face desperate
and drawn.  Her voice quavered as she sought to appease me and stop the
awful burning inside her bottom.
   "Yes, daddy!  I have to be spanked first!  What d'ya want to spank me
with?"
   "Go to your room and fetch your whippiest little plastic rod.  Daddy
wants to spank your bottom hole!" I commanded.
   Tammy howled and danced in despair as she stumbled out of the bathroom
towards her bedroom.
   She returned with a two-foot-long white plastic rod that was so thin it
could be bent in two circles without breaking.  Tammy bent over with her
legs apart, put her hands behind her and pulled her bottom cheeks apart to
expose her anus and sensitive inner bottom cheeks.
   "Bwaaaaaaaah!  I'm a-ready for ya now, daddy!" she said, "Purlease spank
ma bottom hole!"
   My cock began to fill and stiffen as I looked at the small spread cheeks
and tiny anus.  Soon the flexible little stick I held would be busy between
there and Tammy would be screaming her head off again.  My cock fully
erected as I swished the rod through the air and listened to Tammy wailing
in anticipation.  Her bottom hole whipping would be very severe and
afterwards my cock would need to do a lot of punishment sex to fully
satisfy it.
   o---------------------------------------------------------o
   Downstairs in the den Grace listened to her daughter's muffled screams
coming from the bathroom.  Grace put her head on one side and listened
carefully.  Judging from the screams' piercing intensity, Tammy was having
her anus whipped.  Grace smiled to herself; there were still a number of
rather expensive items she had purchased that she hadn't told Pete about.
She would let him finish with Tammy and then, when he came downstairs happy
and satisfied, she would let him know.  Her pussy prickled in pre-arousal;
she knew how excited he'd be when he heard of her latest `sin' and how he'd
want to go straight back upstairs to give Tammy a second, even more severe,
punishment.  This time round Grace would be invited to attend too.
   Grace's pussy gave a throb as the screaming from upstairs became more
frantic; Tammy's bottom was going to spend a long time today paying off her
mother's latest sins.
   DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction not fact.  The two are very
different.
   
  
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