From Female Childlove: "Padded and Lovin' It"

Author's email: lovedr101@fmgirl.com

Padded and Lovin' It
by Joy S.
c/ 2002

Gina's first period came when she was 9. The year was 1957. She was at summer camp, ready for fun, but unprepared for her blood. A girl in the nearby bunk noticed the dried blood, visible on the crotch of her pj's, as she was getting out of bed. They called the dorm mother, Martha, who responded with sensitivity and confidence, and calm. She got the other girls dressed, then on their way to the cafeteria, so that she could attend to Gina's hygiene needs.

Do you understand why you have blood on you?" Martha asked? She took charge with ease. As she spoke, she thought about her own awkwardness and apprehension when her first blood appeared.

"Well, I don't really know," replied Gina.

"You got your period. You are now a woman." Martha knew she was still a kid, even with the blood flow.

"Oh."

"How old are you?"

"I am 9."

"Some girls just start early. Let's get you cleaned up. Then we will get a pad for you. Now take your clothes off."

"Okay."

Martha meant to tell her to remove only her pj bottoms, but before she could interfere and while she was retrieving a wash cloth from the bathroom, Gina had completely undressed. That was okay.

Martha noticed Gina's breasts and her few beginning pubic hairs. She appreciated girls at this state of pubertal development more than any other.

"Oh, yeah, you are old enough. You have breasts and some hairs." The comment was more for her own benefit than Gina's. The girl was quite enticing.

"Did your tummy hurt during the night?"

"Yeah, some."

"Okay, we will take care of that later."

"What do you want me to do?"

"First, let's clean you up. Sit in this chair." Martha pushed a chair to the side of the bed. Gina complied.

"Not with your legs together. Spread your legs." Martha looked Gina in the eyes. She hope Gina would smile, and she did. She wanted Gina relaxed rather than tense. Gina spread her legs.

"Okay." Then Martha knelt down between the girl's open legs. During the night, Gina had bled enough to get it smeared on her mound, labia and a little down her legs. All the visible blood had completely dried. It would take a lot of time and effort to clean her up.

"Don't be frightened when I touch you." She wanted Gina to relax as much as she could while sitting with her spread legs and showing off her bloody pussy.

"Okay." Gina slouched her legs open even wider, and leaned back.

Martha enjoyed taking care of Gina's first period. She was beginning to breathe in that wonderful bloody scent that menstruating females produced. There was also a hint of "woman" scent too. She knew her own wetness would appear soon. It always did, ever so easily and quickly.

She especially enjoyed these hygiene tasks for girl's special functions. It was her proudest moment at camp. She had tended to numerous girls, initially nervous and unsure of themselves. When finished, the girls were still having their cramps, but were much more relaxed about their periods with the care and love and protection she afforded. She loved padding them.

"Put your hands on my shoulders," Martha directed. Gina did as she was told. She first attended to the blood caked in Gina's few pussy hairs. As she scrubbed, the white cloth turned red. "Wow, you bled a lot during the night."

"Uh, huh."

"Let me clean this cloth." Martha was off to the bathroom in an instant. As she returned, she noticed that Gina was intensely staring down between her legs. It was a look of inquisitiveness, rather than despair. That made her feel even better.

She returned to her next task of cleaning the blood off Gina's thighs. Then she began working on Gina's labia. The cloth kept sliding to the side. She couldn't get to the blood very easily.

"Spread your lips for me."

"How?"

"Here, let me show you." Martha took Gina's hands in hers, placed them on the outer lips and gently spread them outward and open. "Stay there." She patted Gina's hands as she picked up the cloth and began wiping.

"Okay." Gina continued to look at her now-spread lips.

Wet blood appeared from Gina's vagina. Martha cleaned the outer, then the inner labia, then at the hymenal opening.

The more she wiped, the more that dark, red blood appeared. Martha figured she was beginning to flood. She gathered as much as she could on the red cloth. "You can relax. I will clean your fingers in a minute."

"Okay." Gina released her lips while resting her hands on her legs.

Martha finished wiping, then took the cloth to be washed out one more time. She returned with a sanitary belt and napkin.

"Stand up and let me have your fingers." She enjoyed having this naked, bleeding kid standing in front of her.

Martha wanted to clean Gina's fingers in her mouth, the way she has with some other girls, but thought the better of it. Although she cleaned her hands a little, she intentionally neglected Gina's fingernails. There was an erotic purpose to most every action with Gina from now on.

"What is that?" asked Gina, pointing to the belt and pad now resting on the bed.

"A napkin. You wear it to collect the blood. Relax. I will show you."

"Okay. Are you going to help me with it?" Gina sounded more apprehensive now than at any time.

"Relax, baby." I will help you." Martha hugged the little naked kid to her body. Gina grabbed on tight.

"Let's finish up before you bleed a lot more and I will have to clean you up again." Gina acted as though she didn't want to let go. But she did when Martha nudged her arm.

"What do you want me to do now?" asked Gina.

"Let me get your belt ready." Martha took the belt, and adjusted it to the size she estimated Gina's hips to be. "Put this around your waist."

Ever so gracefully, Gina stepped into the belt. "I am beginning to hurt some more."

"Okay. We will tend to that in a minute. Now turn around." Once Gina's back was to her, she lowered the belt to her hips. Then she attached the napkin to the back of the belt. She let the loose end hand down on Gina's butt. "Turn around and face me." Gina turned around again. "Spread your legs." Martha moved her hand between Gina's open legs to grasp the pad and pull it to her front. She then attached the other end to the front fastener on the belt.

"This feels odd," commented Gina.

Martha almost laughed. The pad was nowhere near Gina's vaginal opening. "I need to adjust it." She took the pad in her right hand, and moved it to the precise vaginal location. At the same time, she used her left hand to position the belt.

Then she pressed the pad into Gina's pussy. "Tell me how this feels." She rubbed the pad against Gina's clit. More and more she ground it into her.

"That feels good." She continue to press it against Gina's clit as Gina moved to meet her touch. She groaned and moaned.

"Great. Try it yourself." Gina closed her eyes, took the pad in her hand and pressed in. Martha could tell from her motion that her clit was responding.

"When you have cramps, do that to yourself. It will make you feel better. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Now, get dressed and we will go to breakfast. Then we will come back and I will change your pad for you." Martha watched Gina get in her bikini panty and the rest of her clothes. She was proud of the experience she just had with Gina.

"I am not really hungry."

"You are not hungry? Okay. Come here."

She reached for Gina, who rushed into her arms. Without thinking, she grasp the pad through Gina's clothes and pressed it into her clit. Gina gasped in her ear, and their bodies melted together.

Martha took Gina by the hand, led her to her room, and locked the door. She placed the girl on the bed, and lay down beside her. As she leaned over to kiss her on the mouth, her hand went inside the panty, grasp the top of the padding and pressed into her fully. Gina's legs opened as they kissed. She spread her legs so naturally. Gina's mouth was ready and willing, and her tongue was flickering everywhere. Martha was sure Gina would soon achieve orgasm.

Now that Gina was padded, Martha would make sure that she would receive the best "medical treatment" possible for her cramps.

Over and over.