Wishful Thinking Pt2
I
pull the bedclothes back off the bed leaving the sheet and pillows. I prop each
of the two pillows against the headboard like seat-backs and pat the top of the
mattress as I look at the girls.
‘Up
you get, back against the headboard,’ I say.
Neither
girl move, both of them looking from Janine, to me and to the bed and back
again.
‘Do
as David tells you’ Janine says in a nervous voice and I turn to her with an
amused air of disapproval.
‘Not
much of a disciplinarian, are you?’ I ask and she looks a little shamefaced.
‘Allow
me to give you an example.’
I
grab Roxy by the hair (I think even then Bree was my favourite of the two) and
push her over the edge of the bed, left hand pressed hard down between her
shoulders.
Without
a word, I yank up her nightie with my right hand to expose small, plain
panties, and then I spank her, not as hard as I can but not that far off.
The
sound of flesh on flesh is music to my ears but the shocked, pained cries of
the 9 year old girl I have pinned down is a symphony. I beat her ass until it’s
a beautiful red colour and then let Roxy go. She sinks to her knees on the
floor, sobbing loudly. I squat down.
‘Wish
you’d got on the bed now?’ I ask and Roxy looks at me with red-rimmed, glassy
eyes. She nods, snivelling and trembling. I turn to Bree who jerks forward like
a car left in gear and slides across the bed to the far side, sitting against
the pillow.
‘Now,
Roxy, get on the fucking bed,’ I say in a mild voice and, still crying and
sniffing, she obeys.
Janine
lays a hand on my shoulder and I stand up, face her.
‘I’ve
wanted to see that for a long time…’ she says and there’s almost a wistful
expression on her face.
‘Wet?’
I ask simply and she nods.
I
smile, take her hand and take her to join her daughters.
I
kneel in front of Bree and Janine takes Roxy. I know already that Bree’s going
to be the princess in my eyes and that I’ll make Roxy into a whore. She has
that smug, arrogant attitude to common in the preteen classes these days and I
know, right then and there, that I’m going to do her a great deal of harm in
fucking that attitude out of her.
‘Mummy
and daddy are going to play with their little girls now and-‘
‘You’re
not my daddy!’ Roxy yells with sudden angry self-righteousness. She’s glaring
at me defiantly, crying harder still as she says it.
‘I’m
really starting to dislike you,’ I whisper thoughtfully as I look into Roxy’s
bright, hard eyes. She hates me already and I know that not all of it’s the
spanking. Mostly she hates me because I’ve walked into her world without her
approval. She doesn’t want me here, taking her mum’s attention and love,
changing a reality that Roxy likes very much. She also hates the fact that her
mum’s submissive nature, that manifested itself as a weakness in dealing with
her children, a weakness Roxy took full advantage of, is the same nature that
fuels Janine’s acceptance of my will. The difference is that whereas Roxy
preyed on her mother’s fatigue and stress to get what she wants, I’m going to
prey on Janine’s resentment of Roxy abuse to get what I want.
And
we start right away.
‘You
going to let her talk to me that way, Janine?’
Janine
shakes her head. ‘Shut up Roxy. Talk nicely to your da-‘
‘HE”S
NOT MY DADDY!’ Roxy screams and flecks of snot and spit chase after the words
as she says them.
‘Off
the bed, Bree,’ I say and Bree scampers gladly out of the way. ‘Grab her by the
hair with your left hand,’ I tell Janine. ‘Hard.’
Janine
reaches forward and takes a fistful. Roxy instantly begins to slap at her
mother’s hand, kicking out as Janine leans forward. She catches Janine on the
breast and Janine winces but does nothing except wait for my next instruction.
‘Slap
some sense into her,’ I whisper, cock throbbing as I watch.
She
mpact is almost comically mild, little more than a heavy brush of fingers on
cheek, a swat really. I stifle a laugh.
‘Don’t
touch me, you bitch! Don’t touch me! I hate you!’ spills from Roxy as she goes
into meltdown, spurred on by her mother’s long-standing inability to do
anything useful at all.
‘Again.
Harder. Hit her.’
There’s
a sound of contact this time. Not much, but it’s an improvement I guess, though
it has a similar effect on Roxy as nitrous does in an engine. She goes
ballistic then, bucking and kicking and lashing out, a full blown
Exorcist-style fit and Janine just stares at her.
At
that moment, I despised that little girl. It’s happened before to me, in
supermarkets for instance, or shopping centres. Some vile little cunt wants to
go here or look in there or try on this or buy that and, when they don’t get
their own way, all hell breaks lose. For the sake of ‘not causing a scene’ or out
of embarassment or even because they’re just too ground down by what they’ve
created, either mum or dad or both capitulate. Doesn’t matter if they give in
and let the little miss have what they want or if they cut short their day and
head for the car, they’ve buckled. In the case of the first, the vile little
cunt has got her own way and in the case of the second she’s made sure that mum
and dad haven’t got what they wanted. Win/win for the temper tantrum.
I
brush Janine’s hand away as I take my own hold in Roxy’s hair. I say nothing
but instead just slide off the bed and drag her with me. She clamps her hands
around mine, nails digging in, feet kicking and scrabbling for purchase as I
pull her off the bed and onto the floor.
‘Get
Bree. She needs to see this,’ I tell Janine and a few seconds later Bree is sat
on the edge of the bed with a good view.
I
haul Roxy onto her feet by her hair alone and she screams in pain. It’s a good
sound, pure and true, shorn of outrage of indignance or self-righteousness. She
looks at me, stunned at what I’ve done, just… amazed. In her world, which used
to be this world, things like this never happened. She screamed or yelled or
whined her way to getting what she wanted or ruining the world if she didn’t.
‘Bree,
count down for me from 5, would you princess?’
There’s
a pause and I hear Janine whisper something to her daughter.
‘5…’
she says in a hesitant voice, ‘4… 3… 2… 1.’
‘Zero,’
I say and slap Roxy hard across her face with the back of my right hand. The
sound is somehow both sharp and dull at the same time in a room of soft
furninshings and the effect on Roxy is instant. She just shuts right the fuck
up. Her mouth works without sound, jaw moving slackly, like a fish on land. She
looks at me with slow-blinking eyes. I lay the palm of my hand against her
other cheek.
‘Another
count, Bree,’ and there’s no whisper need from Janine before Bree does as she’s
told. It’s nice to know one of these whores is capable of learning.
‘Zero,’
I say again when Bree gets to one and this time I give Roxy a more traditional
open handed crack across her face and, as I deliver it, I let go of her hair.
Roxy jerks to the side, hits the side of the bed on jelly legs, bounces off and
falls to the floor. She lies there, breathing heavy, panting really, but
otherwise unresponsive. I wonder if she’s unconcious but doubt it and, if she
is, she can soon be woken up.
I
take a new fistful of hair and haul her onto the edge of the bed just a short
way from her wide-eyed, utterly still and silent younger sister.
Roxy
is still concious but she’s badly shaken and dazed, unsurprisingly. She looks
back at me with a kind of vacant wonder, the kind of look you give a painless
cut as it starts to piss blood. Sense and feeling have been largely knocked out
of her and she’s now in ‘what next’ mode.
‘This
was going to be a gentle playtime, a ‘getting-to-know-you’ kind of thing,’ I
say to both girls. ‘Unfortunately one of you fucked it up by thinking that the
old rules, your rules’ still worked here. I hope both of you understand that’s
not how it is. There are new rules for you now and you will follow them.’ I
look at Janine. ‘All of you.’
She
nods at me, wide-eyed like her children but not out of fear or shock but from
pure, ravenous desire. It’s an exquisite look.
‘The
first rule is that you do as your mummy and new daddy tell you. Every single
time. Without fail, without hesitation and without protest. If you’re good,
obedient little whores then this will be a lot easier for you. If you’re not
then it will be a lot more painful than it has to be and I will gladly fucking
hurt you, as I hope you’ve learned today.’
I
pause, look at each member of my new family in turn. ‘But we’re not finished
yet, I say. I smile down at Roxy who meets my gaze with the same glazed,
baffled look and then I turn to Janine and motion her over.
‘Kneel
down, pull Roxy to the edge of the bed, open her wide and feast. Let me see how
much of a pedophile you can be when given the chance,’ I tell her and she
complies instantly, dropping down and dragging the unresisting form of her 9
year old daughter to her. I watch as Janine shoves Roxy’s flimsy nighie back up
the little girl’s chubby body to expose her underwear. There’s a small stain on
the white fabric.
‘She
wet herself a little,’ Janine announces in a curious voice.
‘Do
you care?’
She
shakes her head. ‘I think it’s wonderful,’ she says, tugging Roxy’s underwear
down and off. She lowers her head, pushing Roxy’s legs back to raise the little
girl’s pussy a little, and then almost thrusts her head into the soft, hot
flesh of her own daughter’s cunt. Roxy gives a short, choking moan but is
otherwise quiet as Janine indulges us both.
I
move to stand in fronf of Bree who flinches when I reach out and stroke her
face. I shake me head.
‘I
told you the rules. I won’t punish you if…’
‘If
I’m a good girl for my mummy and – ‘ a hesitant tongue flicks across her lips ‘
– my new daddy.’
‘And
are you going to be a good little girl for me?’
Bree
nods, gulps.
‘Then
I want you to undo my belt, unfasten my trousers and pull down my trousers for
me, ok?’
Bree
nods, blinks a few times and then sets to work. As her fingers start to work on
my buckle, I undo my shirt and then watch and wait as Bree completes her task.
‘Pull
them down to my feet and help me out of them,’ I say and Bree slips from the
bed, tugs my trousers down and holds them while I step out of the pools of
fabric.
‘Socks,’
I say and lift a foot for Bree to pull them off, planting a palm on the top of
her head for balance.
‘Good
girl,’ I say as I feel my bare feet on the carpet. ‘Now sit back up here in
front of me with your eyes closed,’ I whisper and Bree does so.
‘Bring
Roxy closer,’ I say to Janine who lifts her head to look at me with a
wet-lipped, dreamy expression before sliding the still silent, still
unresistant Roxy right up to Bree’s side.
‘How
does your little girl taste, my slave?’ I ask Janine in a soft voice.
She
grins, juice and spittle slick on her lips. ‘There’s not much taste but she’s
so soft, and hot. It’s heaven. Can’t
believe I’m doing this,’ and she giggles and licks her lips and then giggles
some more. She’s high on perversion and danger. It’s addictive and she’s a
junkie for it already.
‘Watch…’
I say and, to Bree, ‘Keep your eyes closed, princess.’ I slide my boxers down,
step out of them and stand again, My almost painfully hard erection sticks out
like a signpost pointing the way. Janine stares at it then at Bree and then up
at me.
‘Open
your eyes, Bree,’ I say and she does so finding herself with the top of me
inches from her face. Her eyes almost cross as she focuses on my cock and I
find it comical and endearing all at once.
‘Do
you know what that is?’
‘It’s
your… penis.’
I
shake my head. ‘No. A penis is what it’s called when it’s soft. Put your hands
on it.’
She
does so, reaching up slowly but surely to hold it between her palms, as if I’d
thrust it there while she was applauding something.
I
reach down and curl her fingers around the shaft and she flicks an uncertain
glance up at me.
‘Does
that feel soft to you?’
Bree
shakes her head. ‘No. It feels soft on top but hard under,’ and as she speaks I
can feel her squeezing a little, exploring this new presence in her world.
‘When
it’s hard, it’s called a cock, not a penis. Ok?’ I say and Bree nods. ‘When
it’s hard it’s used for fucking. Do you know what fucking is?’
A
shake of the head. ‘Mummy says that word sometimes but I don’t really know what
it is,’ she says.
I
glance down at a transfixed Janine. ‘Potty mouth,’ I say and she giggles again.
‘Masturbate while you watch, slave.’ I add almost as an afterthought, and
Janine obediently slides a hand between her legs, sighing deeply at her own
touch.
Bree
hasn’t taken her eyes off my cock and I reach down to gently tilt her head up
to look at me. ‘Boys have a penis, Bree. What do girls have?’
‘A
vagina,’ she replies and nods, stealing a quick glance between her sisters
legs, Roxy simply lying there, the rise and fall of her chest the only sign of
life.
‘Clever
girl. So if a penis can be a cock, what can a vagina be?’
She
thinks briefly and I shudder slightly as her hands subconciously tug and clench
my shaft as she does so. ‘Pussy?’
‘Very
good! And there’s another word. Do you know what it is?’
She
shakes her head.
‘Cunt.’
And
she blinks, flinching as if I’d raised a hand to slap her.
‘That’s
a bad word,’ she says in a flat voice.
‘No,
it’s just a word, like any other. Sometimes it’s wrong to say it, sometimes
it’s right to say it. See?’
She
made an ‘if you say so’ expression.
‘Well
I want you to remember those words. Learn to use them. As long as me or your
mummy are here, you can say them when it feels right. Outside, you can’t and if
you do, well… Bad girls get punished, don’t they?’
Bree
cast another quick look at Roxy and nodded agreement.
‘Now,
if this is a cock, what do you think a cocksucker is?’ I ask and my heart races
at the mere surreal thought of what I’m doing.
‘Someone
who sucks… cock?’
‘You’re
a very clever girl, Bree,’ I say approvingly. ‘Your mummy’s a cocksucker,
aren’t you?’
Janine
nods, breathless and panting as she drives herself to an orgasm she craves but
doesn’t want quite yet.
‘Yeah.
I’m a cocksucker. I love to suck cock.’
‘Do
you want to see your mummy suck my cock?’
Bree
gulps, shrugs. ‘I guess.’
I
shake my head. ‘No. No guessing. Either you do or you don’t.’
‘Please,
Bree…’ Janine says, looking in earnest at her child.
‘Ok,’
Bree says. ‘I’d like to see mummy suck it.’
‘It?’
‘Suck
your cock.’
I
smile. ‘Then tell her to do it, Bree.’
She
smiles very uncertainly, a ‘you didn’t say I’d have to say that’ kind of
expression. ‘Suck daddy’s cock, mummy,’ she says in a sudden jumble and I turn
to point my cock at a Janine who is already rising on her haunches to the task
at hand.
Janine’s
eyes are fixed on mine as she sinks her lips over the engorged tip of my shaft
and slow slides me into the hot, wet delight of her mouth. I give a long, heavy
groan of pleasure as he free hand reaches up to curl around my shaft, her other
still buried between her legs, and she begins to slowly, langorously run mouth
and hand back and forth along my shaft, twisting her fist as she does so.
It
is… exquisite and my need very quickly begins to focus to the sharp, undeniable
need of the building orgasm. I endure it for a few more seconds and then, with
a reluctant, breathless smile ease her back. She almost pouts, looking up at me
while her hand sneaks a few last pulls and squeezes before that to falls away.
‘Janine,
would you like to see Bree suck daddy’s cock?’ I say and there’s a small,
anxious whine from Bree. Janine looks up at me, smiles. ‘I would absolutely
love to see my little girl suck your cock,’ she says.
‘Then
tell her to do it, Janine. Tell your little girl to suck my cock.’
I
turn to face Bree again and my spit-slick cock again just a few inches from her
face. Janine lays a hand on Bree’s thigh, runs it up her side to her face which
she turns to face her own.
‘Bree,
I want to see you suck daddy’s cock. Will you do that for me?’
For
a second, I think Bree might start to cry. I can see her want to shake her head
and say ‘no’ but that want is balanced out by her memory of what happened to
Roxy. So she’s now caught; doesn’t want to say yes and daren’t say no. The
result is a rabbit in headlamps and she freezes.
To
the side, Roxy gives a moan and rolls onto her side, curling into a fetal ball
and I turn back to Bree, weighing up a thought I’ve had.
‘Bree,
you know we’ve not been very fair to you, today, have we?’ Both her and Janine
look up at me with a curious expression. ‘I mean, I know you want to be a good
girl for us, don’t you?’
Bree
nods, hands folded in her lap, eyes wide.
‘But
this is all so sudden, I know, and it’s a bit scary too. You don’t know me and
this is all new and kind of upsetting, too, isn’t it?’
She
gives another nod and her eyes moisten a bit.
‘So
how about if we play later? Tomorrow night, maybe? Give you a bit of time to
think and get used to me and your mummy being like this. That sound better?’
A
much more eager nod.
‘But
we really want to play with you so you have to promise to be a very, very good
girl tomorrow. You have to promise you won’t say no when me or your mummy wants
you to show what a good girl you want to be. Can you do that?’
She
nods again.
‘Promise?’
I persist.
‘I
promise I’ll be good.’
For a child, tomorrow might as well be next
year but when it does roll round she’ll remember she made a promise and though
she might not like making good on the promise, she will at least have the
delusion of thinking she had a choice.
I
smile, ruffle her hair. ‘Good enough, princess, good enough.’ I pause. ‘Will
you stroke my cock again, though? It felt so nice when you did it.’
She
almost jumps to the task, touching and stroking my rigid cock a much less
intimidating task than sucking on it. I make suitably appreciative noises to
her unsure fingers and then look at Roxy again.
‘Do
you think Roxy’s a cocksucker?’
Her
fingers pause for a second and Bree shakes her head.
I
lean forward conspiratorially and whisper, ‘Shall we find out?’
Bree
looks at me with eyes full of a much more insecure fear, a ‘damned if I do,
damned if I don’t’ choice again but this time the choice is different. Whereas
before she didn’t want to say yes to sucking my cock and didn’t want to say no
for fear of getting hit, now the choice is different. She can still get hit,
she knows, but she isn’t going to have to suck my cock if she says yes.
‘You’ve
said no to me once, Bree, and I let you get away with it, did you a big favour,
didn’t I?’
‘Yes,’
she says and there’s a crack in her voice. Her eyes flick to her unknowing
sister.
‘If
you say not to me again then that means neither you nor Roxy are going to play
with me and that will make me mad. And who does that leave for me to play with,
hmm?’
Understanding
comes to her eyes. ‘Mummy,’ she says and I reach down to stroke Janine’s face,
just as I did with Roxy.
‘So
shall I play with your mummy? Or shall we both play with Roxy? It’s your
choice, Bree, and remember that if you’d been a good little cocksucker like
your mummy asked, this wouldn’t be happening.’
Bree
says nothing but her lips are trembling as her eyes flick from sister to mother
and back again.
‘Fuck
it,’ I say and bring my hand back. Janine looks up at me with cow eyes, ready
for the sacrifice.
‘No!’
Bree cries. ‘Please, daddy. Please. Don’t hit mummy.’
‘Who
should I hit, then?’
Bree
begins to cry. ‘Roxy,’ she says with a ragged voice. ‘Hit Roxy.’ And when she
says it, Roxy rolls onto her back and looks at Bree with dismaying, terrified
eyes.
‘Alright,
Bree,’ I say to her, lowering my hand. ‘We’ll do it your way if that’s what you
want, but remember that if you’d been a good little girl, none of this would
have happenened. Roxy’s already paid for her being rude and selfish; now she
has to pay for you being that way, too.’
Bree
looks devastated, shocked almost, lost in a mess of emotion and fear and
confusion at how she got there.
‘You’re
going to watch, Bree, and you’re going to remember what happens when little
girls don’t want to make their mummy and daddy happy.’