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GIRL IN A WARDROBE (M/g, F/g, nc, spank, pedo, oral, anal)
   Bright sun filtered through the closed curtains into the room,
illuminating it in a yellowy glow.  The curtains were patterned with
childish images of rag dolls that matched the pattern on the wallpaper. 
The floor was covered with old dark lino; easily twenty or thirty years
old, it had seen better days and its dark wood effect had worn thin in
places.  Covering the lino next to the small single bed was a large
circular pink rug.  The bed was a simple wooden affair, painted white and
made up with sheets, blankets and an eiderdown.  Next to the pillow a
number of teddy bears stared impassively with fixed smiles.  Covering the
bed was a large tartan bedspread.  The tartan theme was picked up in the
posters on the walls for a long-haired boy band resplendent in their flared
jeans and denim waistcoats.  There was a plain white chest of drawers and a
small desk with a chair underneath it.  Various brand-new comic book
annuals with girlish titles lay scattered around the room.  All were
emblazoned with the year `1977'.  In the corner of the room was a large old
single door wardrobe.  Big and sturdy, made of dark wood that had been
painted over in white, it seemed to dwarf the other furniture in the room.
The design of the front of the wardrobe made it look almost like a face, a
frowning disapproving face that glowered over the room and its small
occupant.
   Elizabeth bit her lip; her whole body ached.  How long had she been
standing like this?  Ten minutes, twenty minutes?  On tiptoe, her right arm
above her head, the very end of her middle finger pressing on the button
mounted on the underside of the top shelf of the wardrobe.  It was dark in
the wardrobe.  The door, locked from the outside, fitted tightly and very
little of the sun coming through the curtains entered the wardrobe.  The
little bit of light that was getting through was just enough to illuminate
the contents of the wardrobe.  Another tear trickled down Elizabeth's face.
At nine-years-old Elizabeth felt that she was growing up now.  Her breasts
hadn't grown yet, but her nipples had become hard and pointy and she could
definitely detect a little swelling there.  The slit between her legs
didn't have any hair yet, but it somehow looked plumper than it had a few
months ago.  Elizabeth sometimes looked at herself naked in the mirror. 
She was a little self-conscious of the slight plumpness around her tummy
and of her large thighs and very jiggly bottom.  She had straight black
hair that she often wore tied into two bunches, one either side of her
head, secured with elasticated hair ties.  She had a soft round face, a
cute little nose and doleful brown eyes that seemed to show exactly what
she was feeling, which right now was very scared; another tear fell down
her pretty face.
   Elizabeth shivered; even though it was summer it always seemed cold in
the wardrobe, especially because, as usual, Elizabeth had been made to
strip down to her little white vest and knickers before being locked in. 
Every time she moved slightly the wardrobe creaked and around her the large
collection of punishment things that hung on hooks clattered and flapped
with her movement.  There were wicked canes that made her poor bottom felt
like it had been burned with a poker, nasty straps that heated your hands
or bottom up until they were raging furnaces, horrible slippers and
brushes, lengths of plastic toy-car track, belts, a wire coat hanger bent
in two, the three wooden spoons of different lengths and sizes, everything
and anything that might reduce a poor penitent little girl to a shrieking
drooling begging dancing-about-naked-in-a-frenzy red-faced tearful mess
with her red bottom swollen to twice the size it had been before the
spanking had started.
   Elizabeth's limbs ached more than ever; she knew she couldn't hold on
much longer.  She would let go of the button, the buzzer would sound
downstairs and her grandmother would start making her way upstairs to see
her, `hot-to-trot' for a `first-class-naughty-granddaughter-spanking' as
she termed it.  Elizabeth began to cry more loudly.  The spanking would
hurt more than ever and her bottom would be all bruised and blistered, but
there would be other punishments besides; terrible sexual punishments. 
Grandmother and grandad were both very keen on their sexual punishments;
they both rated them just as important as bare bottom spankings.
   Up on the top shelf of the wardrobe, just above where Elizabeth's finger
pressed increasingly weakly on the button, was where her `special
punishment' things were kept; things that hurt your holes, hurt you inside,
things to train your throat, things to keep your bottom hole open for
grandad, things to clean inside your bottom, things to make Elizabeth ready
to fulfil her grandparents' most terrible desires.  The collection of
dildos, butt plugs, vibrators, electrical equipment, speculums an genital
scrubbing brushes were all used regularly on Elizabeth; her grandparents
were almost fanatical in the use of strict intimate punishments to
discipline their little granddaughter.
   Elizabeth had been subject to strict punishments from a very young age.
Every holiday from when she'd been just a toddler she'd been sent to stay
with her grandparents.  Her mother was single but had a procession of rich
boyfriends.  They had funded Elizabeth's education at an obscure boarding
school, carefully selected by her mother to be one where the cane, strap
and slipper were in daily use on the bottoms and hands of its unfortunate
pupils.  Her mother had quite happily signed all the forms allowing the
removal of her daughter's underwear prior to punishment and, as a result,
from the age of five when she started at the school, Elizabeth had been
taken to the Headmaster's office every week where, stripped naked from the
waist down, she had spent hours screaming her head off as the cane whipped
around her poor little wobbling bum cheeks.  Then the Head's big adult
willy had needed `pleasing', just like all the other men who punished her.
   Elizabeth wasn't a naturally naughty girl and she tried to stay out of
trouble, but it seemed that every adult had their eyes on her, almost as if
they were waiting for a chance to have her bare her bottom and spank it,
hard.  Almost every adult Elizabeth knew spanked her; her mother, her
teachers, her grandparents, her mother's boyfriends, especially Uncle
Prendergast *yuck*, her friends' parents, just about everyone. 
Occasionally it was just a hard spanking, but it seemed that everyone knew
that Elizabeth's bottom was subject to stricter measures.  When she went to
stay with friends' parents, often her friend would be sent upstairs,
Elizabeth would be stripped naked right there in the front room, and then
spanked with all manner of implements as she shrieked and roared in
distress.  But no one was as bad as her mummy's friend Uncle Prendergast,
*yuck*!
   There wasn't really a time that Elizabeth couldn't remember being
spanked.  Some of her earliest memories were of staying with her
grandparents and being sent downstairs by her mum, dressed in her little
jammies, to grandmother and grandad for them to `play with her', and
`playing' meant spanking.  Her mother had sat by with a sly smile on her
face as grandad's hand had gone down Elizabeth's little pyjama trousers,
touching her all over, even putting his fingers into her holes, and
grandmother had decided which ruler, wooden spoon or hairbrush she was to
be spanked with that evening.  Elizabeth's pyjama trousers would be slowly
drawn down and, after a tiny toddler bottom had been roasted and she'd
entertained her mum and grandparents with her screaming and dancing
display, big excited adult genitals would be revealed and the sexual
punishments would begin.
   Her grandparents were strict disciplinarians and no fault was small
enough to be ignored, no misdemeanour too inconsequential to remain
unpunished.  They took every opportunity to have Elizabeth bare bottomed,
her little genitals on display, screaming and begging as her little bottom
was dealt with.  They had dealt with her mother when she was a little girl
in exactly the same way.  The button in the wardrobe she was struggling to
press right now had originally been connected to a bell, the canes and
straps had all been well used on her mother's bottom and her grandparents
had demanded the same total sexual obedience from their daughter that they
now demanded from their granddaughter.
   Elizabeth was scared by her mother; an outwardly prim and proper woman,
witty and entertaining to her men friends, she was firm and unyielding to
her daughter.  Years of being spanked and sexually punished by her parents
had left her with a very clear view that this was the correct way to bring
up children, and that anything less would be most improper.
   Elizabeth's tired arm began to shake as the muscles gave up.  There was
no use trying to swap arms, the button was too small to get another finger
on before it sprung out and the buzzer sounded.  Elizabeth began to weep
loudly; if only she could hold on for another few minutes, anything to the
delay the terrible pain that grandmother would bring to her bottom;
Elizabeth's arm shook more violently.
   "A-heeeeeeeeeeeeeee!  A-heeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Elizabeth wept as her arm
shook.
   She barely heard the click of the button as her arm twitched and moved.
The sound of the buzzer downstairs filled the house.  Elizabeth wailed in
fear; now she was going to be spanked, hard.
   Downstairs, Elizabeth's grandmother, Hester, smiled to herself.  A large
strong woman in her mid-sixties she had been waiting in delicious
anticipation for the buzzer to sound.  Her pussy was soaked through; she
always found that the waiting before the spanking added to the occasion;
knowing that upstairs in just her vest and knickers, locked in the
wardrobe, was her little granddaughter, sobbing and shaking, surrounded by
all the implements that would be used on her, knowing that at almost any
moment she would let herself down and the buzzer would sound.  Hester had
also found, with both her daughter and granddaughter, that a good spell in
the wardrobe holding the button seemed to make them ready for a spanking.
It was almost as if holding the button was their opportunity not to be
punished and that its release, through their own personal weakness, was
their sign that they were ready to be spanked.  By the time Hester arrived
upstairs to unlock the wardrobe door, the child in question would be a
pitiful shaking tearful mess, desperate to show their obedience to the
strict adult punishing them, whatever that adult's particular demands or
punishments might be.  Hester's pussy wet itself even more as she stood up.
Both her daughter and granddaughter were the most amazing pussy lickers and
Hester was looking forward to the most lovely time with little Elizabeth.
But first she would have the fun of administering a very long spanking and
preparing Elizabeth for a visit to her grandfather's study.  Hester had no
doubt that her husband would administer further dreadful punishments of his
own.  Hester started her way upstairs; it was too bad for Elizabeth that
the child had been two minutes late for breakfast; tardiness was strictly
punished in this household.
   Hester reached the landing.  She could already hear Elizabeth's loud
terrified sobbing from inside the shut wardrobe and through the closed
bedroom door; it made her pussy throb even more.  She took off her dressing
gown.  Underneath she was wearing a large white bra, a pair of shear
pantyhose and nothing else.  Her large pussy and bottom were almost
completely visible through the sheen of the thin translucent nylon.  The
wetness from her pussy had soaked through the material and gathered
together as small drops that stood out on the tan coloured surface.  She
gave her sloppy open pussy a good rub through the material and it made a
muffled squelching sound.  Hester opened the door to her granddaughter's
bedroom and marched in.  She considerately left the door wide open so her
husband could hear all the action; it always excited him so when it was his
turn he would be particularly severe with the girl.
   In the wardrobe Elizabeth had begun wailing in fear; the sound of her
grandmother climbing up the stairs was quite clear, even over her sobs. 
Her terrible spanking was on its way.  Elizabeth clamped her legs together,
her bladder contracting in fear.  With a wail she grabbed her little pussy
over her white knickers.  There was a crash as the door to the bedroom was
opened and her grandmother strode in.  Elizabeth's urine spurted out
through her fingers; she just couldn't stop it.  It ran down her legs and
out under the front of the wardrobe door.  Elizabeth howled in terror; her
grandmother's and grandad's punishments for a big girl like her wetting
herself would be indescribably humiliating and painful.
   Hester stood outside the wardrobe smiling as she watched the urine
flooding out under the door and forming a puddle on the floor.  What a
lovely start to the punishment; now she would be able to punish Elizabeth's
little pussy in all the ways that her little granddaughter hated the most.
Hester reached forward and unlocked the wardrobe door, pulling it open.
   Elizabeth sobbed desperately as the wardrobe door opened, standing in
her soaking wet white knickers, stained yellow by the urine, her legs and
feet dripping, her hand covered in wee and the floor of the wardrobe
sodden. She looked up at the terrifying figure of her grandmother, standing
in front of her with her hands on her hips.
   "Boo hoo!  I'm sorry!  I'm sorreeeeey!" Elizabeth wailed.
   Her grandmother's strict eyes surveyed the scene.
   "Disgusting!" she commented and pulled Elizabeth out of the wardrobe by
her ear.
   Elizabeth stumbled out, her feet splashing in the yellow puddle in front
of the wardrobe.  Her grandmother set about the fronts and backs of her
thighs with some good hard smacks as Elizabeth squealed and danced about.
   SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!
   "You dirty girl!  Weeing all over the place!  How many times have I told
you!"
   SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!
   "Now you're going to get it!  I'll teach you what happens to dirty
wee-wee girls in this house!"
   Elizabeth shrieked and tried to swerve her body to avoid the smacks on
her legs, but her grandmother had a very tight grip on her little ear.  As
her grandmother smacked away, the backs and fronts of Elizabeth's thighs
soon became covered with bright red stinging handprints.
   Slightly out of breath, Hester stopped slapping and let go of Elizabeth.
The girl wailed, rubbing her legs miserably, her hot red face soaked with
tears.  Hester enjoyed the moment, her pussy throbbing; Elizabeth had the
most lovely way of crying, small bubbling choking sobs and then long drawn
out wails.  Hester pulled Elizabeth's cute little vest and soaking wet
knickers off, throwing them on the floor and using them to wipe up most of
the urine there.  Elizabeth automatically put her hands on her head as she
had been trained to always do when she was waiting for a spanking.  Hester
admired the shaking sobbing little girl.  Her body tingled; she was going
to be very strict with Elizabeth today.
   Elizabeth was unable to control her crying and shaking as she stood
naked in front of her grandmother.  Her grandmother towered over her, the
old lady's face regarded Elizabeth coldly and Elizabeth could see the black
fire in her grandmother's eyes that told her this was going to be a really
bad spanking.
   "Boo hoo!  P...please grandmother!  I'm sorry!" Elizabeth wept.
   Her grandmother slowly extended her right hand out towards Elizabeth's
crotch with her index finger fully extended.  Elizabeth audibly gulped and
did a frantic little dance; if only she hadn't wee'd herself; now
grandmother had all the excuses she needed.  Elizabeth watched the finger
approaching her tiny slit.
   "Stay still, Elizabeth!" her grandmother warned and then the long bony
finger began to work its way up her little hole.
   "Grandmother!  Nooooooooo!" Elizabeth wailed, tears jumping out of her
eyes.
   Her Grandmother's finger hurt.  It always hurt when it was being forced
up her like that.  Everything she had put into her holes hurt.  The adults
who did it said it was meant to hurt; that it was a punishment.  Right now
grandmother was doing her best to make it hurt as much as possible by
pulling her finger about inside Elizabeth's tight dry little hole roughly
dragging it out and thrusting it back in.  Elizabeth tried her best to stay
still, but her midriff wriggled and swerved as the finger poked about
inside her.
   "Disgraceful girl!" her grandmother scolded as she roughly fingered
Elizabeth's poor little pussy, "Wetting yourself like that!  I can see that
this naughty little place needs a good spanking today!  And afterwards...",
a little smile played on her grandmother's lips, "I think your grandad will
want to give this naughty little place his own special punishment!"
   Elizabeth sobbed uncontrollably.  Would it be grandad's nasty metal
medical things opening her up as she screamed, would it be `the shocker'
with her shrieking as her little wee-hole was electrically punished, or
would it be grandad's big willy, forcing its way into her until his hairy
crotch met her little tummy.
   Her grandmother withdrew her finger and reached up onto the top shelf of
the wardrobe.  She brought down one of her most powerful vibrators and a
large glass jar of petroleum gel
   "Let's see how naughty you really are, Elizabeth!" her grandmother said
with a mean hard smile on her face.
   Elizabeth wailed forlornly; her grandmother's `tests' of naughtiness
could happen at any time; in a public toilet, watching TV at night, in the
changing rooms at a clothes shop or late at night when Elizabeth would be
woken by her grandmother getting into bed next to her, all hot and excited,
wanting to `test' her granddaughter.  Elizabeth stared at the big vibrator
hatefully as her grandmother applied the thick translucent gel to the end
of it.  Elizabeth knew that she wouldn't stand a chance with that thing
buzzing away and being traced over her naughty part.  Even now, despite how
badly she knew she'd be punished, that naughty little nub of hers had stuck
out at the top of her slit, tingling and desperate for attention.  Her
reluctant excitement didn't escape her grandmother's attention.
   "Dirty girl!" she said, pointing at the erected nub, "You're going to
need to control yourself better than that!"
   Her grandmother reached into the wardrobe and took out the senior girls'
cane; three feet long made of thick whippy rattan.  Designed with the
bottoms of big fifteen-year-olds in mind, it would teach a tiny
nine-year-old bottom a very severe lesson indeed.
   "Whaaaaaaa!  No, grandmother!  No!  Not the cane!  Not the big one!"
Elizabeth shrieked in disbelief, "Use the small one!  Please!  The small
one hurts!  It really hurts!  Not the big cane!  Pleeeeeeeease!"
   "Well, "smiled her grandmother, "you'll have to be good then and not
have a `cummy'!"
   Her grandmother turned the vibrator on and its loud buzzing filled the
room.
   Five minutes later and any idea of being a good had left Elizabeth's
head.  Her little pussy pulsed with the most all-consuming pleasure and she
moaned loudly as her grandmother `tested' her.  Elizabeth stood with her
legs wide apart and her crotch obscenely thrust out towards her grandmother
who knelt on the floor in front of her calmly teasing her granddaughter's
pussy with the buzzing vibrator.  Elizabeth's shiny pink little clit stood
proud of the top of her slit, loving the attention that grandmother and
that irrepressible `magic wobbly stick', as it had been called when
Elizabeth was younger, did its naughty job of breaking down her will and
making her disgrace herself in the most humiliating way.
   "Ooooooo, grandmother!" she shivered, as she almost got to the point of
no return again and her grandmother removed the vibrator.
   "Really, Elizabeth!" her grandmother remarked, "Anyone would think that
you actually want to be naughty!"
   "Ooo, grandmother!" Elizabeth moaned, beside herself with the powerful
feeling and the need for her `cummy', "I need it!"
   "Need what, young lady?" her grandmother asked sniffily.
   "Ooo, the feeling!" moaned Elizabeth.
   "You disgraceful child!" her grandmother scolded, rubbing the vibrator
up Elizabeth's inner labia and across her tiny clit, "Don't you dare have a
`cummy', or it will be a bare bottom caning for you!"
   Hester began to work the vibrator in tight repeated circles around
Elizabeth's little clit.  The child stood no chance with such direct
stimulation.  Hester's pussy wept as she watched Elizabeth's confused
reactions.
   "Oh, grandmother!  Don't!  Do!  Don't!  Oh, I'm....!  Mmmm! 
Grandmother! Don't stop!  Please!"
   "The cane, Elizabeth!" Hester warned.
   "Oooooo, cane!  Yes!  Make it...!  Going to...!  Mmmm!  OOOOOOOO! 
CUMMEEEEEEEEY!"
   Elizabeth's body shook uncontrollably as she has the most tremendous
orgasm, her little pussy opening like a flower and winking as it spasmed.
   Hester stood back up and replaced the vibrator, pleased with her work.
She reached into the wardrobe and took out a large heavy mahogany wood
backed hairbrush.  Elizabeth was crying loudly now.  She looked down at the
small weeping girl.  The child's eyes looked up to meet hers.
   "Boo hoo!  Boo hoo!  I was naughty, grandmother!  Now you're going to
spank me so hard!  Boo hoo!  I'm sorreeeeeeey!"
   Hester smiled; Elizabeth was so cute after she'd been masturbated.  She
knew she'd been naughty and that her bottom was going to get spanked; it
was just lovely!
   Hester sat on the edge of the bed.
   "Why don't we start with you over my lap, Elizabeth!" she said,
brandishing the hairbrush, "Then my brush and I can have a nice little chat
with your bottom about your recent behaviour!"
   "Boo hoo!  Pweeeeease, grandmother!" Elizabeth sobbed as her feet slowly
carried her across the room to where her grandmother sat smacking the
smooth hard back of the heavy brush into her open hand.
   Elizabeth crawled over her grandmother's lap, her small body supported
by the bed and her bottom pushed up by her grandmother's legs.
   "Legs!" her grandmother reminded.
   Elizabeth parted her legs wide; her grandmother always liked her legs to
be apart when she was spanked so she could look between them.  Elizabeth
blubbered helplessly; she felt so exposed, her bottom stuck up in the air,
a perfect target for the terrible scorching hairbrush that made your poor
defenceless bottom feel like it was being burned when it smacked into you.
   Hester put the brush down and parted her granddaughter's bottom cheeks.
It was such a lovely bottom, almost made for spanking.  Hester paid close
attention to the little bottom's seductive epicentre, the tiny red anus
that nestled at the middle crinkled starfish of darker skin.  Elizabeth
hated the many hours her grandmother and grandad played with that little
hole and the painful things they inserted in it, including her granddad's
hard excited cock.  She would always humiliate herself by screaming and
begging for the nasty bottom hole punishment to finish.  Unfortunately for
Elizabeth, it never did until her little hole had been reduced to a large
sloppy gaping orifice into which tools and brushes and probes could be
passed and used to irritate Elizabeth's sensitive rectum with.
   Elizabeth wailed as her grandmother's finger explored her tight
sensitive little back-hole.  She twisted her head over her shoulder, tears
falling off her face.
   "Boo hoo!  Pweeeeease, gwandmother, don't!" she wept, "Don't hurt my
bummy!  Pwease!  Oh pwease!  I be good!  I pwomise!"
   Her grandmother removed her finger and picked up the hairbrush. 
Elizabeth's wails became more animated as it was clear that the spanking
was about to start.
   "Boo hoo!  No!  Nooooooo!  Pweeeease!  Gwandmother!  Don't hurt bummy!
Pweeeeease!  Let me lick you!  Don't spank!  Pweeeeeeease!"
   Hester almost came; her pussy craved Elizabeth's dedicated eager tongue,
but spanking Elizabeth was even more exciting and she'd promised herself an
extra severe day for the child.  She gathered the wailing girl's hands up
with her left hand holding them firmly in the small of Elizabeth's back. 
Then she tightened her grip on the hairbrush and savoured the moment, just
as the spanking was going to begin; Elizabeth wailing with fear, promising
her every sexual delight, the little bottom poised so perfectly, quivering
and clenching, lilywhite and unblemished, ready to be turned an unbearable
bonfire-red.  Hester slammed the back of the brush down onto the quivering
little bottom.
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   The hairbrush spanking was off to a marvellous start and Elizabeth
screams were ear-splitting as her little bottom was roasted.  Hester peered
between Elizabeth's legs as she spanked her small bottom; how she loved to
see that little pussy winking at her.  Elizabeth's howling was like music
to her ears.
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  GWANDMOTHER!  EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  STOOOOOOOOOOP!  I'LL
LICK!  STOOOOOOOOOP!  EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  I'LL LICK YOU!"
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   "YEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  IT HURTS!  MY BUMMY!  STOOOOOOOOOP!  TOO HARD! 
EEEEEEEEEEEE!  YOU'RE SPANKING TOO HARD!  IT HURTS!  YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   "YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAH!  GWANDMOTHER!  STOOOOOOOOP!  PWEEEEEEEEEASE!  I'LL
LICK YOUR WEE-HOLE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EVERY NIGHT!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  MY
BUM!  IT HURTS!"
   Hester whacked the brush down hard.  A good spanking wasn't something to
be messed about with.  A little bottom had to feel a spanking.  She could
already see Elizabeth's bottom starting to bruise She moved her attention
to the tops of Elizabeth's fleshy thighs; the part where the bottom met the
legs was where some of the best screams came from.  The spanking had got
Elizabeth roaring at the top of her voice as she kicked and bounced over
Hester's lap.  The feeling of the child wriggling all over Hester's
practically naked body was delicious.  Hester redoubled her efforts with
the brush; this little bottom needed spanking hard.
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  NOOOOOOOOO!  GWANDMOTHER!  IT HURTS!
STOOOOOOOOOOP!  MY BOTTOM!  DON'T BLISTER!  PWEEEEEEEEEASE!  ANYTHING! 
GRANDAD'S WILLY!  EVERY NIGHT!  IN MY WEE-HOLE!  YAAAAAAAAAAAAH!  UP MY
BUMMY!  PWEEEEEEEEEASE!  STOOOOOOOOOOP!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
   Elizabeth's large cheeked dimpled bottom was now a fat swollen dark-red.
The purple fringes of the bruising were starting to show around the edges
of both spanked cheeks.  Hester stopped the spanking; it had been a
wonderful ride, controlling the kicking screaming little girl over her lap
as she applied whack after whack with the hard wooden hairbrush, but Hester
didn't want to ruin her granddaughter's little bottom just yet, it could
still take an excellent strapping and further down the backs of Elizabeth's
thighs she was still virtually untouched.
   Hester released Elizabeth from over her lap and helped the screaming
child to her feet, then Hester sat back to watch the show.  Elizabeth, with
her just-spanked-to-purple bruised bottom, was a very special sight.  The
child's after-spanking gymnastics and my-bottom's-on-fire discourses were
phenomenal.  Hester had often cum just watching her perform.  Elizabeth was
the star at any spanking party held for their friends and their children;
her red bare bottom entertaining the adults with its wild antics and
terrifying the children with its dire warnings of the pain of the
punishment to come.
   Elizabeth ran at full pelt in tight circles in front of Hester, her
hands glued to her bottom pulling at big chunks of her scalded cheeks.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEE!  IT HURTS!  IT HURTS!  IT HURTS!" she
howled.
   Then Elizabeth began to jump from one foot to the other as she crouched
low with her legs apart and bottom stuck out looking like a comedy sumo
wrestler.  Her back was to Hester and as Elizabeth pulled at her bottom in
her crouched position her anus was held open for Hester to admire. 
Hester's hand slipped into her tights and she began to masturbate.
   "YAAAAAAAAAAAAH!  MY BUMMY!  IT'S BURNING ME!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  MAKE IT
STOP!" Elizabeth screamed as her anus was displayed in intimate detail to
her strict grandmother.
   Elizabeth stood upright and began to jig about in a crazy dance as her
hands rubbed furiously at her bottom cheeks, her high-kicking displaying
her little pussy to perfection.
   "WHAAAAAAAAAAA!  IT HURTS!  YOU'VE HURT IT, GWANDMOTHER!  YOU'VE HURT MY
BUMMY!"
   Hester pulled a very wet finger from her pussy, lest she cum
immediately; that would never do; she still had to give Elizabeth a good
strapping and then let that eager talented little tongue do the job it had
been trained for years to perform to perfection.
   As Elizabeth carried on her show, Hester crossed over to the wardrobe.
She replaced the hairbrush on its hook and took out the leather school
tawse.  It was a medium-weight brown leather twin-tailed strap about
fifteen inches long.  It had entertained the hands and bottoms of many
screaming children in its previous life at a small village primary school
until it had been passed to Hester for her exclusive use.  Perfectly
designed for use on seven to twelve-year-olds, the strap would wreak havoc
on Elizabeth's already bruised bottom and fresh white unspanked thighs.
   Hester pulled off her tights and unfastened her bra.  She wanted to be
naked to give Elizabeth her strapping and ready to immediately enjoy
herself with her willing granddaughter afterwards.
   "ELIZABETH!" Hester called sharply over the noise of her granddaughter's
continued howling.
   Elizabeth turned and saw her grandmother standing naked holding the
wicked flicky strap in her hand, the tails of which never failed to seek
out Elizabeth's most sensitive parts.  Elizabeth stumbled over to her
grandmother and threw herself on her knees at her grandmother's feet,
desperately trying to fix her mouth on her grandmother's soaking-wet
engorged pink pussy.
   "Eeeeeeeeeeeeee!  Please-please-please!  Let me!" Elizabeth begged as
she tried to lick at the hole.
   Hester firmly pushed Elizabeth away; delightful as it may have been, it
would end all too soon that way.  She still had some very severe
punishments to give Elizabeth and it would be a shame not to enjoy them as
much.
   "Fetch your chair and kneel on the seat, Elizabeth!  I want that bottom
of yours nicely stuck out for the strap!" Hester instructed.
   Elizabeth's loud sobs accompanied her across the room to the desk where
her chair sat underneath it.  Her snot was flowing freely and her eyes were
two large red circles from all the crying from her hairbrush spanking, but
Elizabeth knew that her crying had barely even started.  Grandmother had
plenty more punishments to give her and then it would be grandad's turn. 
Elizabeth slowly pulled the chair from under the desk, ignoring the comic
books there that were filled with characters that always seemed to be
getting spanked themselves.  She dragged the chair over the lino to the
centre of the room and climbed onto the seat on her knees.  She held on
firmly to the back of the chair and then bent her legs, dipping her back
and pushing her bottom out.  She looked up at her naked grandmother who had
the horrible strap ready in her hands.
   "Boo hoo!  Please, grandmother!  Pleeeeeeeease!" she warbled, "Don't
strap me!  Boo hoo!  I'll be good for you and granddad!"
   Hester grinned as she moved to stand behind Elizabeth.  Yes, that little
bottom was going to feel the strap today.
   "Don't let go and keep that bottom stuck out!" ordered Hester.
   "Boo hoo!  Yes, grandmothAAAAAAAAAH!" shrieked Elizabeth as the first
wicked stroke of the strap burned across her obediently presented backside.
   THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!
   Hester soon got into her stride as her little granddaughter tried to
keep her naughty young bottom stuck out for the strap to repeatedly bite
into.  Elizabeth's bottom jerked and swerved and bounced and pumped as the
strap spanked it.  Elizabeth's vocal accompaniments excited Hester to a
point where she decided to deliver an even more severe strapping than she'd
originally planned.
   THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  GWANDMOTHER!  MY BOTTOM!  NOOOOOOOOOOOO! 
STOOOOOOOOOP!  I'LL LICK YOU!  STOOOOOOOOOOP!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
   THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!
   "NYAAAAAAAAAAAA!  IT HURTS!  TOO HARD!  STOOOOOOOOOOP!  I'LL SUCK
GRANDAD'S WILLY!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  I'LL BE GOOD!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  I
PWOMISE!"
   THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!
   Hester enjoyed herself thoroughly.  Elizabeth was screaming and her
purple little bottom wriggled madly.  Every-so-often a hand strayed back to
try and block the strap, but was soon snatched back with an extra loud
squeal as the naughty hand got strapped for being in the way.  Hester began
to snap the tails of the strap into Elizabeth's bum crack and between the
tops of her legs.  Poor Elizabeth bounced about on the chair as if the seat
were red hot.
   THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!
   "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  NOOOOOOOOOOOO!  NOT THERE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! 
I'M SOWWEEEEEEEEEEY!  NOT THERE!  PWEEEEEEEEEEEASE!"
   THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!
   "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!  NOT LIKE THAT!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  PWEASE!  ANYTHING!
GWANDMOTHER!  NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
   Elizabeth's hands tried to protect her most private places from the
stinging strap tails.  They got strapped almost as much as her bottom until
Elizabeth became a blur of flailing arms, kicking lower legs and a wildly
wriggling bottom as she shrieked screamed her pleas and apologies.
   After ten minutes of this pleasant activity, Hester stopped and watched
Elizabeth perform for her on the chair seat.  The little girl's hands half
rubbed her bottom and half rubbed themselves as the welts on her wrists and
palms and the backs of her hands swelled up.  Hester masturbated herself
sensuously as she watched.  She went to the wardrobe and swapped the strap
for a heavy wooden twelve-inch ruler, one end of which had been wrapped
with tape to form a handle.  Poor Elizabeth wasn't going to like this.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  MY BOTTOM!" howled Elizabeth as she
rubbed.
   Hester regarded her granddaughter with a pleased smile; she really was
the most delightful spanking subject; so wriggly, with such a lovely plump
bottom and such delicious wailing and pleading.
   "Elizabeth, stop making such a fuss!" Hester said strictly, wagging her
finger at her frantically bottom-rubbing wailing granddaughter, "I want you
to go and lie on the bed on your back and get those feet of yours behind
your head!  Grandmother's ruler has to have a little chat with that naughty
bit a you that wee'd all over my floor!"
   "Eeeeeeeeeeeee!  Nooooooooo!  Gwandmother!  Noooooooooooo!" wailed
Elizabeth in a perfect display of terror as the vision of her most private
part being spanked with the nasty heavy wooden ruler filled her head.
   Hester let Elizabeth plead with her a bit whilst she openly masturbated
herself in front of the child.
   "Eeeeeeeeeeee!  Gwandmother!  I'll be good for you and gwandad!  Let me
lick you!  Boo hoo!  I'll lick your wee-hole all you want!  And your bummy
too!  Pwease don't spank my wee hole!  Pweeeeeeeease!"
   "On the bed, Elizabeth!" Hester said sharply, "I want that little wee
hole of yours all spread and open for me so I can spank it properly!  You
deserve this, Elizabeth!"
   Boo hoo!  Boo hoo!  Oh Gwandmother!  I'm sowweeeey!  I'll never do it
again!  Boo hoo!" wept Elizabeth, as on shaky legs she got off the chair
and, still furiously massaging her bottom, crossed over to the bed and
began to get into position.
   Hester watched as her little granddaughter lay on her back and managed
to get both feet behind her head.  Those extra special gymnastics lessons
at school certainly paid dividends.  Elizabeth had told her all about them.
Two or three carefully selected girls in the headmaster's office, one
evening a week, all their clothes off until they were quite naked and then
the most humiliating exposed positions as the headmaster forced their
reluctant little limbs to bend more than they would like to.  And then, to
cap it all, a good long slippering for each girl while in position.  Hester
would have loved to have attended such a session.  Elizabeth told her the
howling of the girls was deafening and that you can see right inside each
of them as they wriggled.
   Elizabeth looked up at her, the child's face bright red and soaked with
tears and snot.  Hester looked down at Elizabeth's body, past her little
chest with its flat nipples, past her navel and round little tummy to where
her pussy and anus were so explicitly displayed.  Her pussy had split open
to reveal her small gaping vagina and hooded clit.  Hester gripped the
taped handle of the ruler tightly.
   "Stay in position, Elizabeth!" Hester ordered, "Grandmother's going to
give you a good wee-hole spanking!"
   "NO, GWANDMOTHER!  NOOOOOOOO!" wailed Elizabeth, but Hester was already
stooping over her genitals, ruler raised above her head, ready to bring it
down with devastating force.  Hester didn't believe in light spankings.
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
   Elizabeth's desperate shrieks as her pussy was thrashed cut through
Hester straight to her pussy which dribbled obscenely as she spanked her
granddaughter's little hole.
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  GWANDMOTHER!  STOOOOOOOOOP!  MY WEE-HOLE! 
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  YOU'RE HURTING IT!"
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!  LET ME LICK!  YAAAAAAAAAAH!  I'LL SUCK GWANDAD! 
EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  I'LL NEVER WEE AGAIN!  I'LL BE GOOD! 
AAAAAAAAAAAAAH! STOOOOOOOOOP!  NO MORE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
   Hester spanked solidly; she wanted the tiny little pussy between
Elizabeth's wriggling thighs to be a fat swollen welted dark-red by the
time she finished.  Her husband loved seeing Elizabeth with her pussy like
that.
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   "A-YEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  YAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!  STOOOOOOOOOP!" Elizabeth shrieked,
"ANYTHING!  I'LL DO ANYTHING!"
   Hester smiled; there were a number of things she did want the child to
do for her; things that Elizabeth particularly disliked.  A nice few really
hard ones with the ruler to finish off with were just what was required.
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   Poor Elizabeth screamed louder than ever as the ruler punished her
pussy. Her groin bucked up and down as if she were enjoying the most
vigorous sex and her pussy and anus winked open and closed in outright
invitation to any strict adult who might care to intimately discipline her
there.
   Hester put down the ruler.  She wasted no time; she needed hard sex with
Elizabeth right now.  She crawled onto the bed and sat on the screaming
little girl's face with her anus over Elizabeth's mouth.  The terrible
screams were muffled as Hester's large buttocks enveloped Elizabeth's head.
Hester moaned with joy as an eager hot wet little tongue entered her anus
and began to probe and wriggle in the dirty hairy hole.  Hester ground her
bottom harder into Elizabeth's face to make the tongue go up her further;
then she began to ride her granddaughter's face.
   Elizabeth wriggled desperately, trying to grab breaths of air as her
grandmother's bottom suffocated her.  She knew that failure to please her
grandmother's anus would result in even more dire punishments and her
desperation led her to force her tongue ever further into her grandmother's
bitter tasting hole.
   Hester turned herself around and presented her pussy to Elizabeth.
   "Lick it!" she said, simply.
   Elizabeth hungrily devoured her grandmother's pussy as if it were the
last piece of food on earth.  Hester wailed with pleasure as the tongue and
lips of her little granddaughter serviced her.  The room is filled with the
sound of exaggerated wet sucking and slurping noises.  Hester moaned and
began to push herself onto Elizabeth's mouth and tongue.  Hester's moans
got louder and she began to ride the waves of her approaching orgasm; she
could feel it tingling and throbbing as it formed deep in her pussy and
anus, driven by the maddening pleasure in her clit until it boiled over
into a shuddering body-wrenching pleasure that made her scream with joy as
her pussy squirted over her granddaughters busy tongue and face.
   Hester calmly got off her granddaughter and picked up the cane and
petroleum gel.
   "Take these to your grandfather!" Hester said firmly, "He will want to
have a very serious chat to you about your behaviour too!"
   Hester watched her granddaughter struggling up, both hands clamped to
her pussy, squeezing at its soreness as she tried to obey her grandmother's
strict demands.  Hester handed the cane and jar of gel to Elizabeth.
   "Off you go, dear!" Hester said brightly, "Your grandfather is waiting
for you in his study!  I think he'll be very excited after everything he's
heard!"
   Hester was treated to a desperate wail from Elizabeth; a very excited
grandfather was the worst kind, his willy all big and hard, making him want
to punish her even more.  Hester smiled as Elizabeth departed, her purple
little bottom wobbling enticingly; her husband was going to love caning
that.
   Downstairs in his study, George had already closed the curtains and
undressed to his underpants.  Listening to Hester thrashing Elizabeth had
been a joy and now it was his turn.  He preferred to go second; a
sore-bottomed little girl faced with the cane was always extraordinarily
compliant, something that George never failed to take advantage of.  His
white underpants stuck out like a tent with his hard erect penis.
   George, like Hester, was in his mid-sixties.  Recently retired, he now
had plenty of time to enjoy Elizabeth's discipline.  He was a medium sized
man, balding with short white hair.  He was overweight with a large tummy
that overhung the top of his underpants.  He could hear Elizabeth coming
down the stairs, sobbing loudly as she did so.  The material at the apex of
the tent in his underpants was almost translucent, wet and sticky with the
pre-cum that had leaked out.  He stood up to greet Elizabeth.  He wanted
her to see him almost naked with his hard cock sticking out in his
underpants, ready to be taken out to be used on her.
   Elizabeth arrived at the study door, naked and snivelling with the cane
in one hand and the gel in the other.  Her bright-red spanked pussy was
like a beacon advertising her strictly disciplined state, and almost
certain compliance with any of his wishes.  He looked at her mewling face,
tears flooding down it, snot dripping off her nose, red swollen pussy
welted by the ruler as she handed him the cane and gel.  A blob of pre-cum
oozed out of his cock and passed through the material of his pants.  He put
the cane and gel on top of his desk; before he used them he was going to
have some fun with Elizabeth.
   "You've been a very naughty little girl, Elizabeth!" he smiled at his
granddaughter and then he went and shut the door to the study; there would
be no escape.
   Elizabeth was shaking; she just couldn't stop herself.  Grandad seemed a
huge and terrifying man; his willy was so big and hard in his pants.  He
was so strict; he could cane a little bottom until it felt like it was
coming off, until you couldn't sit down for weeks without crying, until you
would do anything, anything at all, however disgusting and horrible to make
it stop.  Sometimes it was better for a little girl to try and do the
disgusting and horrible things for a strict granddad first, before he caned
her, then, sometimes, a little girl's grandad might not cane so hard.
   "Boo hoo!  P...please, Grandad!" Elizabeth wept, "C...can I throat your
willy for you?  Boo hoo!  I'll get it all in!  I...I'll try not to be sick!
Boo hoo!  Don't cane me hard!  Pweeeeeeeease!"
   George smiled at his little granddaughter indulgently, like and adult
granting a huge treat.
   "I may consider letting you suck my willy, my dear!" he said, "but what
about my poor bottom hole?  Why, I haven't cleaned it for days!  Is there
something you could do to help your poor grandad with his big dirty bottom
hole before he canes you?"
   He smiled at Elizabeth wickedly.  The girl seemed to be doing a
reluctant little jig, her frightened face wrinkled up in disgust.
   "Boo hoo!  Boo hoo!  I'll l...lick it clean for you, Gwandad!  Boo hoo!"
   "Will you get your tongue in nice and deep, Elizabeth?  Make sure it's
clean inside and out?" George continued, savouring the moment, "Then I can
put my willy all the way down your throat and we can see if you've learnt
not to be sick yet!"
   "Bwaaaaaaaah!  Yes, Gwandad!  I'll do what I'm told!  Don't cane me hard
today!  Pweeeeeeeeeease!"
   George calmly slipped off his underpants; his cock sprang into view and
a glob of pre-cum flicked off it.  He stepped out of his pants and then sat
on his favourite low-seated leather armchair.  He shuffled down in the
chair and then drew his knees back, flopping his legs over the arms of the
chair.  Elizabeth wailed in horror as she saw the state of her
grandfather's anus; it looked like it hadn't been washed for weeks. 
Elizabeth hesitated.
   "Shall I give you the cane now, Elizabeth?" her grandfather enquired.
   Elizabeth threw herself on her knees and buried her face into his
stinking hole.  She would give her grandfather's bottom of the best tongue
cleaning it had ever had.  Her grandfather moaned in pleasure as her tongue
was inserted deep into his anus and she began to obediently lap at his
insides.
   George watched his cock jerk and another strand of clear sticky pre-cum
connected with his tummy.  There was a little puddle of it there now where
his granddaughter's advanced rimming skills had drawn it out of him.  He
sighed and moaned at the same time.  He loved the way she retched and
sobbed as she carried out the nasty job with her tongue working so far up
his anus.  His cock jerked again and a little more pre-cum dribbled out;
this was heaven.
   The taste and smell of her grandfather's unwashed anus were terrible and
Elizabeth retched loudly again as her grandfather moaned with delight.  Her
face was pushed between his buttocks which she held apart with her hands,
his heavy balls resting on top of her head as she used her tongue and lips
suck his whole area clean.  Her granddad would have the cleanest bottom
hole in the whole world when she was finished, but that would be a long
time away.  Elizabeth stuck her tongue into her granddad's anus; it was
still so dirty; she retched again as she sucked on the hole.
   George moaned; Elizabeth had been using her mouth and tongue to clean
his bottom hole for over ten minutes now; his cock was aching to go in her
mouth.  Elizabeth would be so very keen to pleasure him, rather than be
caned, that now would be the perfect time.  Owing to his age, George could
hold out for ages before he came and he had no intention of cumming before
he'd caned Elizabeth's little bottom.  What George wanted was a long sloppy
desperate-to-please little granddaughter blowjob.
   "Elizabeth, I think my bottom is clean now!" he pronounced, "Fetch the
bucket and show me that you're a good little girl who isn't sick!"
   "Boo hoo!  Yes, Grandad!" Elizabeth sobbed, "I'll be good!  I'll try not
to be sick!  I'll make your willy felt nice!  Boo hoo!  I'll put it all the
way down!  Just the way you like!  I'll suck it really nicely!  Boo hoo!"
   Elizabeth took the bucket from where it lived in the study cupboard and
put it between her granddad's legs.  She knelt down and took the base of
his penis in her right hand.  The big fleshy thing looked up at her, the
bright red exposed helmet leaking sticky stuff from the slit that bisected
it, the crinkled skin beneath it that her tongue had to get right into and
the loose veiny skin that covered the rest of it.  Tears flooded down her
face; she hated this bit so much.  She opened her mouth wide and began to
force it down her throat.
   "GARRRRRRRRRRK!  GURRRRRRRRPH!  GAK!  GAK!  GARRRRRRRRRRPH!"
   Elizabeth's tight little throat pleasured her grandfather.  She was
desperate to show how good she was being.  It didn't matter how sick she
was, she had to get it all down or the cane would whip her bottom until she
couldn't sit for a month.
   "GURRRRRRRK-A!  GURRRRRRRK-A!  GURRRRRRRK-A!  BLURRRRRPH!  GURRRRRRRK-A!
GURRRRRRRK-A!  GURRRRRRRK-A!  BLURRRRRPH!"
   George moaned as his cock disappeared and then re-appeared as his little
granddaughter swallowed him, her lips slipping down his length, then
released him, her lips sliding back up.  The feeling of her tight
convulsing throat on him was wonderful; her strapped-purple bottom and the
cane lying on his desk waiting for her was clearly a powerful incentive. 
Elizabeth, despite her best efforts to be good, had to use the bucket on a
number of occasions as her grandfather's cock enjoyed her throat.
   Elizabeth was panicking.  Despite her best efforts to give her grandad
the very best willy-sucking he had ever had, despite her getting his whole
willy down her throat so her tongue could lick his balls and despite her
getting him to moan deliriously by putting her fingers up his bottom to
play with his hole whilst his willy was fully in her throat, her
grandfather hadn't squirted his stuff yet.  If her grandfather caned her
bottom without his willy doing its squirts first, he'd to it to her really
hard.  Elizabeth began to move her head faster to make her throating even
nicer for granddad; she needed him to squirt before his wicked cane tore up
her bottom.
   "GAK-A-GAK-A-GAK-A-GAK-A!  BLURRRRRRRK!  GAK-A-GAK-A-GAK-A-GAK-A! 
BLURRRRRRRK!"
   George stiffened; he was going to have to withdraw before he came;
Elizabeth was getting a little too good at this game.  George pulled his
cock out and Elizabeth wailed in dismay; now her bottom is going to be
thrashed until it was one big blister.
   George stood up, his cock still rhythmically jerking as if it was still
in Elizabeth's throat.  He strode over to the desk and picked up the cane.
   "Touch your toes, young lady!" he ordered, pointing the cane at a point
on the carpet in the centre of the study.
   Weeping bitterly, Elizabeth slowly moved to the spot, her trembling legs
seemingly moving of their own accord against her reluctance to get to her
caning place.  When she reached the point on the floor she bent over,
touching her toes, making sure her bottom was pushed out, just as granddad
liked it.
   George gently stroked the little purple bottom cheeks.  Unable to
resist, he bent his legs so his cock was level with the little bottom and
rubbed the tip of his cock onto Elizabeth's little pussy.  Then he traced
it up her bum crack and pausing to rub it on her anus.  Elizabeth rubbed
her little hole up against her granddad's excited cock.
   "Boo hoo!  P...please, Grandad!  Don't cane!" she wept, the message of
her wriggling anus against his cock was clear.
   George stepped back and laid the cane across Elizabeth's bottom,
measuring his stroke out.
   "Please-please-please!" Elizabeth wailed, "Don't, Granddad!  Don't! 
Pleeeeeeeeeeease!"
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   "NYAAAAAAAAAAA!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Elizabeth screamed
desperately.
   Almost unable to keep position, Elizabeth stumbled about, still bent
over with her fingers on her toes, but her feet moving in jig-like side
steps, just like a jittery crab.
   George stooped forward and traced the swelling blistering lines across
the purple bottom; this was such a wonderfully severe punishment.
   "Stay still, Elizabeth!" George ordered.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   Elizabeth's screams filled the room as her hands came back to hold her
bottom and she capered about in one of her trademark bottom-grabbing
foot-stomping anus-and-pussy-showing dances.
   George let her continue.  He was in half a mind to use his cock on her
now, but he was certain she could take a few more with the cane.
   "Bend over my desk if you can't keep still!" he said sharply in an
annoyed way.
   Howling with bottom pain, Elizabeth bent over the big desk in a study.
Her feet dangled in the air as she reached over her head to hold onto the
other side of the desk.  George positioned himself to one side behind her
and touched the cane across her bottom.  Her roaring howls as he readied
himself were highly arousing.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   "NYAAAAAAAAAAA!  GWANDAD!  NOOOOOOOOOO!  STOOOOOOOOOP!  I'LL BE GOOD!"
she screamed.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  IN MY BOTTOM HOLE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  IN MY
WEE-HOLE!  ANYTHING!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  STOOOOOOOOOOOP! 
PWEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!"
   George put the cane down and used the petroleum gel to lubricate his
penis.  Then he stood behind Elizabeth who was still bent over the desk,
her hands working madly at her bruised and blistered cheeks.  As she pulled
at them, her anus and pussy opened and closed.  George bent his legs a
little so his cock was the same height as Elizabeth's pussy.  Then he began
a slow exquisite insertion as his granddaughter squealed her dismay at his
painful intimate intrusion.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  GWANDAD!  NOT HARD!  NOT SO HARD!  PWEASE!" she
wailed as George managed to get half his cock into her.
   "NO!  NOOOOOOO!  NYAAAAAAAAAA!  DON'T!" she screamed as the rest of his
cock was firmly pushed up.
   George stood still and the screaming bottom-rubbing little girl worked
her tight little pussy on his cock.  Her constant wriggling and dancing
bottom made her pussy provide the most exquisite sensations on the whole
length of his cock and he moaned with pleasure as he watched the highly
coloured little bottom cheeks being waved about.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  IT HURTS!  IT HURTS!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" howled
Elizabeth as her bottom jumped up and down and her pussy pumped itself on
her grandfathers cock.
   "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!  MY BUMMY!  IT'S BURNING!  STOP IT!  STOP IT HURTING!"
she shrieked as she waved her bottom about causing her grandfather's cock
to be wobbled from side to side deep in her hole.
   "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  YOU'VE BLISTERED!  I'LL NEVER SIT!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
THE CANE'S HURT!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  TOO HARD!" she screamed and her pussy
ground itself into her grandfather's crotch, his cock embedded all the way
up her.
   George roared with pleasure as he started cuming.  His cock became
rock-hard and he felt short of breath as his head spun and his stomach
hardened.  He felt his balls pulling up and his prostate throbbing.  His
cock began squirting spurt after spurt of cum into Elizabeth's hard-working
pussy and he let out hoarse wails of delight as his body strained.  He
seemed to lose all sense of time as he squirted, the pleasure completely
overwhelming him.
   After a few minutes of post-orgasmic enjoyment in Elizabeth's small
hole, he withdrew himself.  A quantity of sperm dribbled as his cock left
the gaping hole.
   "Off you go, Elizabeth," he said dismissively, "and take your bucket
with you!"
   George settled down, still naked, in his armchair for a little nap. 
Such strict discipline of a little girl tired him out nowadays.  Elizabeth
limped out of the study.  She had a dreadful feeling that her grandmother
hadn't finished with her yet; there had been that awful look in the old
lady's eyes earlier.
   "ELIZABETH!" her grandmother's voice echoed from upstairs, "I have
something that I wish to have a little `chat' with you about!"
   Elizabeth mewled in terror and her little purple bottom headed upstairs
to see what her grandmother wanted to do to it now.
   0------------------------------------------------------0
   Elizabeth stood dressed smartly by the front door, her small suitcase
packed and ready.  Her grandparents had been fussing over her all morning.
Her hair had been vigorously combed and put in a smart new alice-band.  She
was wearing a very short white summer dress with pretty embroidery on the
front and white sandals on her bare feet.  Under the dress she wore a plain
white summer vest and plain white cotton knickers.
   Elizabeth hadn't been spanked for over a week, but this didn't make her
feel any better.  When she'd looked at her bottom in the mirror that
morning she'd seen a perfect pair of unblemished white chubby cheeks
reflected back at her.  She'd shivered as she'd looked at her smooth
bottom; she knew it wouldn't stay like that for long.  Elizabeth looked up
at the clock.  She'd been waiting for half an hour now.  Her tummy was full
of butterflies and she felt sweaty.  The last week of the summer holidays
was always the same; a week with Mummy.
   Elizabeth felt the sweat beading on her forehead and she bit her bottom
lip.  The problem with Mummy was that after years of unrelenting strict
discipline from her parents, she was even stricter with her own daughter.
Elizabeth's bottom clenched as her mind was filled with the fearful things
her mother liked to do to her.  She crossed her fingers; if only Mummy
didn't invite any of her boyfriends round, especially Uncle Prendergast,
*yuck*!
   There was the noise of a car outside; a loud quite powerful car. 
Elizabeth couldn't see through the front door; the little windows at the
top of the door were far too high for her, even if she stood on tiptoe. 
Her tummy did a flip-flop; it must be her Mummy.
   The car engine stopped and there was movement outside.  Footsteps
approached the front door and her grandmother appeared from the kitchen.
   "Your Mummy's here, Elizabeth." her grandmother said primly, "I do hope
you have a good time with her and behave well.  You know how strict she can
be if you don't!"
   Elizabeth nodded dumbly, her eyes prickling.
   The front door was opened and Elizabeth's mother glided in.  A tall
elegant woman in her mid thirties, expensively dressed, Sarah exuded calm
sophistication.  She was a kept woman with a number of rich boyfriends whom
she entertained with extreme sex that few other women were capable of
providing.  Some of her boyfriends, the very richest ones, had other little
penchants too, and that was where Elizabeth came in.  A thin cruel smile
blossomed on her face as she saw her daughter, all small and pretty,
waiting for her, sweating and trembling in fear of what would befall her.
Sarah moved to one side so her daughter could see out to the car.  She
observed with glee her daughter let out a tiny squeak, her face go red and
a little solitary tear make its way out of her eye.  Sarah bent down to her
daughter and put her arm around her shoulders.
   "Look darling," she smiled, "it's Uncle Prendergast!  He's going to
spend the whole week with us.  Won't that be lovely?!"
   In the car a small looking man in his early fifties with greying balding
hair and a slight paunch turned and waved at Elizabeth, a mischievous glint
in his eyes.
   Sarah put her mouth against her daughter's ear.
   "Wave back, darling!  We don't want to be rude, do we?" Sarah whispered,
her voice making it clear that being rude would have unpleasant
consequences.
   Elizabeth shakily raised her right hand gave a little wave back.  The
tear that had run down her face was joined by another and she gave a little
sniff and bit her lip as she tried to stop the flow.
   "Oh Elizabeth," laughed her mother, "don't be such a baby!  Uncle
Prendergast has been looking forward to this for ages!  He's been thinking
up so many different ways of `taking care' of you!"
   Sarah smiled sweetly at her mother, who knew only too well what her
daughter was talking about.  Hester turned to her granddaughter.
   "Remember, Elizabeth," she said, hopeful the child would take her
advice, "do everything your Uncle Prendergast tells you to!  Everything! 
You know how strict he is!"
   Elizabeth wept miserably as she was taken to the car and put in the back
seat.  Her bottom felt strangely prickly, as if it could already sense a
spanking and her poor bottom hole seemed permanently clenched.  Uncle
Prendergast had a thing about bottom holes, both hers and his, *yuck*!
   Charles Prendergast pulled away from the house and headed out onto the
open road.  He had rented a remote cottage for the three of them to spend
the week at.  It had been stocked with plenty of champagne, fine wines and
food for Sarah to enjoy whilst they spent their time with Elizabeth. 
Charles's cock was already uncomfortably hard in his trousers as his eyes
flicked to the rear-view mirror to check on Elizabeth.  The girl was crying
very prettily, her small burbling sobs making him want to attend to her
little bottom right now.  There was no doubt in Charles's mind that little
Elizabeth was a perfect child for spanking; her well proportioned thighs,
perfect large-cheeked bottom and cute face with its frightened brown
tear-wet eyes.  Her little summer dress showed her off nicely, its hem high
so when she lifted her feet she inadvertently flashed her little white
knickers.  Charles's cock jerked and he sighed; this was going to be a long
journey.  He felt a hand in his lap and looked down to see Sarah's hand on
his cock.  She gripped it through his trousers and began to wank him. 
Charles moaned; what a minx that woman was; she wanted him impossibly
aroused so when they came to the cottage he could enjoy administering a
long punishment to her daughter with his big eager adult penis on hand to
assist.  In the back of the car, Elizabeth mewled in fear as she saw her
mother rubbing Uncle Charles's big willy; now he was going to want to
thrash her poor bottom more than ever.
   By the end of the journey, there was a large wet patch on Charles's
trousers at the end of his cock where his pre-cum had leaked.  As they got
out of the car, Sarah wasted no time in calling the hard lump in Charles's
trousers to Elizabeth's attention.
   "Look, darling," Sarah said to her daughter while pointing at Charles's
trousers, "your Uncle Charles is all uncomfortable.  Why don't you go to
the bathroom with him and you can share a bath together; both get nice and
clean!"
   Sarah turned to Charles and made a sad face.
   "Oh Charles, I'm so sorry, but my mother told me that Elizabeth has been
a perfect pest this holiday and needs a spanking.  You don't think you
could take care of that while you're in the bathroom with her, do you? 
Only I think it's going to have to be quite a hard one.  I've got lots of
things you can use on the bottom if you like!"
   Elizabeth wailed and began crying loudly.  Charles smiled as Sarah
handed him a small case containing a collection of brushes, straps and
canes they had brought with them.
   "Come on, Elizabeth!" Charles grinned at the sobbing girl, "Let's go up
to the bathroom and we'll see if you can `be good' for me!"
   Charles strode to the cottage door and unlocked it.  Elizabeth felt her
mother's hand on her shoulder propelling her forward.  Her feet stumbled
over the path as she was firmly made to follow Uncle Charles up to the
bathroom.  As her mother left her alone with Uncle Charles and closed the
bathroom door behind her, Elizabeth caught sight of her mother's wicked
lustful smile; no doubt when Uncle Charles had finished having his fun with
her, her mother would have her to herself to punish.  Elizabeth mewled
desperately; her mother was so severe.
   Charles put the toilet seat down and sat on it.  He put the case on the
floor to one side of the toilet and eyed Elizabeth up like a spider that
has its prey intractably caught in its web.
   "Come here, my dear," he beckoned, "why don't you and I have a little
chat about your behaviour?"
   Consumed by hiccupy sobs, Elizabeth slowly approached him, her reluctant
legs having to be willed to take every step.  When she reached him, she
automatically put her hands on her head.  He hadn't asked her to, but
Elizabeth had been trained that when you stood in front of an adult for a
spanking that was what you did.  The adult could then remove your
underwear, touch your private parts, examine your bottom, do anything they
wanted to you whilst you waited for your spanking.
   Charles lifted Elizabeth's dress up; such a cute little tummy and her
white knickers stretched tight across her little pussy showing off her
bulging camel-toe.  He reached forward and slipped his finger into the
right leg-hole of Elizabeth's knickers, pulling the material to one side to
reveal her tiny hairless slit.  Elizabeth rewarded him with a wail and a
barely suppressed wriggle of her hips as she fought the urge to back away
from his intimate inspection.  Charles stroked the little slit letting his
finger graze upwards from its base to the tiny prominent clit.
   "Are you a naughty girl, Elizabeth?" he asked pleasantly.
   "Boo hoo!  No, Uncle!  Please!  I'm not!" Elizabeth sobbed; Uncle
Charles scared her when he played these games.
   "Hmm, that's not what your grandmother said, though, is it?" Uncle
Charles pondered, "Why don't we both take our clothes off and then we can
talk about it better, don't you think?"
   Elizabeth began to remove her clothes with shaking hands.  She watched
with a terrified fascination as Uncle Charles began to strip off.  First
his upper clothes, his big hairy belly being revealed, then his shoes and
socks, then his trousers and finally his pants.  As they came down his
solid erect penis was finally exposed.  The thick girth of it was scary
enough, but it also had this huge exposed shiny purple head; it was bigger
than her grandfather's.  Elizabeth was naked now as well.  Her hand
subconsciously covering her bottom hole; Uncle Charles's huge adult thing
had been put up there before.  Only the first few inches, but it had hurt
so much!  Uncle Charles had said that the next time he would put all of it
up her.  Elizabeth shook; she could never take it all!  It was too big!  It
would hurt too much!  Uncle Charles bent over and opened the suitcase;
Elizabeth screamed.
   There were whips and straps and cords and canes and huge heavy brushes.
Worse than that were the enormous plastic willies, scary metal medical
stretchers and long flexible bottom-hole brushes that could go deep into a
little girl's rectum and literally scrub it out.
   "Boo hoo!  P...pwease!  No!  Uncle!  Pwease!" Elizabeth wept, dancing
about, "Don't!  Pwease!  I'll do anything!  S...sex!  I'll d...do s...sex!
Pwease!  Don't punish me with..." she couldn't think of the words, "...all
those things!"
   Charles smiled at her and picked out a solid wooden hairbrush from the
case.  He held it firmly in his right hand and sat back down on the toilet
seat.
   "Why don't you come across my lap, Elizabeth?" he said, smacking the
hairbrush into his open the left-hand, "Then we can have a little chat!"
   "A-huuuuuuuur!  A- huuuuuuuuur!  Uncle, pweeeease!" Elizabeth wept as
she crawled over his lap, her body shaking with fear.
   Charles admired the little bottom over his lap.  He parted the buttocks
and his cock twitched as he looked at the little anus.  Such pretty tight
little hole, all clenched up in fear of its dreadful stretching.  A glob of
pre-cum leaked out of Charles's exposed pee-slit as he thought of how the
little hole would look by the time he had finished with it; obscenely
gaping with the quivering pink rectum ready for his strict internal
discipline.
   "Boo hoo!  P...pwease, Uncle!  C...can't we do sex?" Elizabeth begged
from over his lap, "I'll do anything for you!  Don't spank me! 
Pweeeeeeeeeeease!"
   Charles raised the hairbrush; a good firm spanking until Elizabeth's
bottom was dark red and just starting to bruise would be perfect; enough to
ensure her desperate compliance with the terrible intimate discipline he
had planned for her, but not so much that her bottom would be unable to
take many hours of spanking with all manner of implements over the coming
week.  He brought the brush down onto Elizabeth's wriggling bottom nice and
crisply and a loud thudding crack rang out.  Elizabeth began to scream and
writhe over his lap, her body rubbing sensuously against his exposed cock,
inadvertently masturbating him as he spanked her.
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  IT HURTS!" Elizabeth shrieked as the
brush whacked away at her.
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   "UNCLE!  NOOOOOOOOOOO!  LET ME SUCK YOU!  IN MY THROAT! 
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!" she howled.
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   "NYAAAAAAAAAAAA!  MY BOTTOM!  TOO HARD!  STOOOOOOOOOP! 
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" she shrieked.
   Charles was having a wonderful time as Elizabeth bounced and wriggled
over his lap.  He just loved the way she screamed and begged and how her
little bottom got so red and wriggled so enticingly.  A few minutes more of
this exciting bare bottom discipline would make her ready for the
punishment Charles craved.
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   "YAAAAAAAAAAAAH!  STOOOOOOOOOOP!  IT HURTS!  ANYTHING!  EEEEEEEEEEEEE!
I'LL BE GOOD NOW!"
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   "AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!  NOOOOOOOOO!  IT HURTS!  ANYTHING!  I PWOMISE! 
STOOOOOOOOOOP!  PWEEEEEEEEEEEASE!"
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  YAAAAAAAAAAAH!  UNCLE!  PWEASE!  I'LL DO WHAT YOU
WANT!  NYAAAAAAAAAAAA!  STOOOOOOOOOP!  PWEEEEEEEEEEEASE!"
   Charles stopped and let Elizabeth jump up off his lap for a delightful
display of hot-bottomed little girl acrobatics.  Like everyone who spanked
Elizabeth, Charles was charmed by the little girl's screaming and energetic
dancing.  Charles was treated to a particularly exciting time as Elizabeth
bent over with her bottom towards him, her legs wide apart, her head almost
back between her legs and then took hold of one bottom cheek in each hand
and squeezed them so hard that her buttocks fully parted and her pussy
opened up as she stomped her feet on the floor.  Charles slowly wanked
himself as he watched her expose her genitals and show off her red swollen
spanked bottom.
   As Elizabeth's shrieks turned into juddering sobs and her display became
less animated, Charles began to prepare for the unfortunate girl's real
punishment.  Everything he needed was in the case he and Sarah had packed.
Sarah had been gloating all the time about how loudly her daughter would
howl and how explicit her begging would be until Charles, quite out of his
mind with lust, had demanded a long deep sloppy blow job from Sarah, who
had obligingly spent almost an hour retching over him and simultaneously
carrying out the most delicious fingering of his anus.
   Charles prepared a one quart enema of warm water and carefully
lubricated a long black rubber colon tube with petroleum gel.  Elizabeth's
anal cleaning needed to be very deep to prevent the most desperate mess
from happening as she was disciplined.
   "Elizabeth, come here!" he said sternly, "I'm going to give you a good
cleaning first!"
   Miserably Elizabeth presented herself for her enema, still rubbing her
sore bottom.  Uncle Charles and the hard heavy hairbrush had made their
point very well; little girls had to do as they were told, however extreme
or scary the punishment was, or their little bottom could be made to hurt
worse than any other pain they knew.
   "Bend over the bath, my dear, whilst Uncle puts this up you!" Charles
instructed.
   Elizabeth tearfully bent over the side of the bath and stuck her bottom
out.  She couldn't resist rubbing it; it still hurt so much.
   "Hands away!" her Uncle instructed.
   Elizabeth withdrew her hands and began to sob mournfully; the long nasty
tube thing was awful when it was fed up you, you could feel it going in and
in, further and further, until it almost felt like it was in your tummy. 
Then there would be the horrible painful cramping.  Elizabeth sobbing
became louder; why did Uncle Prendergast need to be here this week?  It was
bad enough with just her Mummy!  But now he was going to do terrible things
to her bottom hole.  Elizabeth wailed as the colon tube began its long
inexorable journey up her.
   Charles fed the tube up until a good two feet of it were deep in
Elizabeth, then he released the water.  As the enema slowly drained into
Elizabeth, the child became increasingly agitated as her tummy swelled and
the cramping started.
   "Bwaaaaaaaaaah!  Uncle!  Stop it!  Pwease!  My tummy's so sore!" she
begged.
   Charles checked the enema bag.  It was only half empty.
   "Stay still, Elizabeth!" he warned, "Plenty more to go!"
   "Whaaaaaaaa!  Whaaaaaaaa!  Uncle!  Noooooooooo!" wailed Elizabeth,
clutching her tummy, "No more!  Pwease!  Your willy in my throat!  I can do
it really good now!  Granddad taught me!  I'll take your whole willy!  Let
me do it!  Pwease!  Just stop the water going in!  I'm so full!  I can't
take any more!  Whaaaaaaaaa!  I'm going to burst!  I can feel it!  Stop it
going in!  Pwease!  Let me suck your willy!  With my throat!  Pwease!  It
hurts!"
   Charles ignored Elizabeth's increasingly desperate pleading and her
vocal offers of ever more extreme sex acts until, finally, the enema had
been fully administered.  Only then was Elizabeth was allowed to dash to
the toilet and void herself.
   As Elizabeth finished her humiliating performance on the toilet, her
sobs became increasingly panicked.  Her face turned up to Charles.
   "Pweeeease, Uncle!  Don't!" she begged, "I'll be good for you...  in
bed!"
   Her eyes fearfully turned to the open suitcase and Charles followed her
terrified stare.  He took a huge shiny metal speculum out of the case.
   "Let's get you opened up, Elizabeth!" he grinned, as the child wailed
with fear.
   Charles's cock dripped a thin sticky trail of pre-cum as he finished
lubricating the speculum.  A five inch long, one inch wide beast, it could
open even the most reluctant little anus up to over two inches.  Weeping
and shaking, Elizabeth got back into position, bending over the side of the
bath with her bottom stuck out.
   "Bwaaaaaaaah!  Pwease, Uncle!  Don't" she wailed, as she reached back
and opened her bottom cheeks for him, but Uncle Charles was already
kneeling down behind her and Elizabeth felt the cold metal of the
stretching tool touch her anus.
   "NOOOOOOOOOOO!  AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" she howled as the long painful
insertion began.
   Charles breath came fast and his eyes sparkled as he firmly pushed the
speculum into Elizabeth's bottom.  His own anus tensed; he remembered just
how it felt having the seemingly unimaginably huge metal thing pushed up
when he was a little boy, his strict nanny laughing as he'd screamed and
begged her to stop, just as Elizabeth was doing for him right now.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  UNCLEEEEEEEEE!  NOOOOOOOOOO!  TOO BIG!  STOP!" she
squealed as the first inch entered her.
   "YAAAAAAAAAAAH!  TAKE IT OUT!  IT'S BREAKING ME!  NYAAAAAAAAA!" she
howled as the next two inches slowly slid in.
   "NYAAAAAAAAA!  UNCLEEEEEEEE!  USE YOUR WILLY!  NOT THE STRETCHER! 
PWEEEEEEEEEEEASE!" she wailed as Charles pushed the last of the speculum
into her.
   Charles grinned; now for the really fun part.  He reached forward,
gripped the speculum and began to spread it.  Elizabeth's screams rattled
the windows of the bathroom as her anus stretched open to a mind-blowing
degree.
   As the screaming child's fingers scrabbled at the big metal device stuck
in her bottom and into her gaping hole, Charles reached back into the case.
He took out a long flexible brush.  Almost two feet long, cylindrical and
about three inches thick, it had been built around a semi-flexible whip. 
The brush's bristles were stiff, scratchy and irritating.
   Charles cock quivered; sometimes he even came without touching himself
while doing this.
   "Are you ready for your bottom cleaning, Elizabeth?" he asked, his voice
almost a whisper with lust.
   "NOOOOOOOOO!  NOOOOOOOOOO!  UNCLE!  DON'T!" Elizabeth howled, her hands
fluttering around behind her bottom, trying to protect her hole that the
speculum held obscenely open.
   Charles calmly removed Elizabeth's hands and inserted the brush.  Then
he began to scrub her rectum clean.
   Downstairs Sarah was languidly stroking her pussy.  She looked upwards
as the piercing shrieks echoed through the house; Elizabeth must be having
her rectum scrubbed.  Sarah rubbed her pussy more forcefully; she would cum
listening to those screams.
   Charles manoeuvred the brush into every little corner of Elizabeth's
rectum, passing ever more of the brush into her.  Between screams, the
child turned back to face him, her tear, snot and drool covered face drawn
and haunted, her teeth chattering, ready to offer him anything he wanted to
hear; nightly bottom sex, morning deep-throat wake-ups, daily canings,
regular pussy whippings, anything he might wish to do, any little girl
punishment or sex he could imagine.
   Charles vigorously scrubbed Elizabeth's little rectum.  His cock felt
like it was going to explode.  All those years of having this done to him,
his terrible screams filling the nursery has his wicked nanny had enjoyed
herself hurting his little hole.  And as he'd got older, the terrible
treatment had resulted in huge unwanted erections.  His nanny had laughed
and scrubbed all the harder, telling him how he must enjoy it as he'd
screamed and promised he didn't.  Then, even worse, as he'd got older he'd
began to squirt quite uncontrollably during his terrifying scrubbings, his
nanny holding his hands out of the way so his orgasm would be properly
ruined.  But now it was him doing the scrubbing.  Charles gloated as
Elizabeth screamed and pleaded with him.  His cock was hard, flat against
his tummy, as he scrubbed deep into the child's rectum; soon the little
hole would be ready for him to use.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  YEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  NOOOOOOOOOOO!  IT HURTS! 
STOOOOOOOOOOP!  I'LL DO ANYTHING!" Elizabeth howled, the indescribable
terrifying pain of being scrubbed inside her bottom driving her to promise
her wicked Uncle the most terrible things.
   "LET ME THROAT YOU!  LET ME LICK CLEAN YOUR BOTTOM!  AFTER YOUR POO! 
CANE ME!  CANE MY WEE-HOLE!  ANYTHING!  UNCLEEEEEE!  PWEEEEEEEEEASE! 
STOOOOOOP!  YEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!"
   Charles removed the brush and examined the little girl's rectum that was
presented to him.  The interior surface had been scrubbed red raw.  His
cock jerked and a blob of pre-cum oozed out.  He would need to use that
little hole soon, but there was one particular thing he wanted to do first.
He removed the speculum, accompanied by fresh squealing from Elizabeth. 
The child's hands came back behind her, clawing at her ruined hole, her
fingers trying to push up inside to soothe her ravaged interior.  Charles
turned on the bath to fill, then reached into the case and took out a jar
of cold cream.
   "Do you want to make your bottom feel better?" he asked.
   "YES!  YES!  YESSSSSSSS!" wailed Elizabeth, holding out her hand for the
cream.
   Charles poured a large quantity of the white cold moisturising lotion
onto the offered hand.  He stood back to watch.  Elizabeth put her gloopy
cold cream covered hand against her anus and began to feed her fingers in.
The still-gaping hole spread to accept them.  Her hand narrowed itself and
slipped into her anus.  Charles watched breathlessly, his cock rhythmically
jerking, as Elizabeth's hand burrowed up her anus past her wrist and
started spreading the soothing cold cream all over her own rectum.  The
sight of Elizabeth fisting her own anus in an effort to soothe herself,
accompanied by the loud windy slurping noises of the heavily creamed hand
inside her was the most erotic thing Charles had seen.  He remembered how
his own nanny had screamed with lust as she furiously masturbated herself
watching him do that same thing to himself as a boy.  He remembered the
terrible unbearable humiliation of putting his hand up his anus for nanny
to see.  The heart-felt snot-filled wails of Elizabeth told him that she
felt the same and his cock quivered with excitement at the humiliating
display.
   The bath was now filled to a decent height with comfortably hot water.
Charles climbed in and sat down.
   "Come and take a bath with me, Elizabeth!" he demanded.
   Charles was sat in the bath, his legs apart and his cock standing up. 
Elizabeth knew what was required.  She reluctantly removed her hand from
her bottom hole and got in with her back to him.
   "Sit down!" he said simply.
   Elizabeth backed up to him and squatted down in his lap.  The end of his
nasty big fleshy thing was put against her hole.  She lowered herself down
and felt him sliding into her bottom.  She heard him sigh with pleasure. 
Her hot scrubbed creamed hole began to pleasure him.  Elizabeth wept with
humiliation and pain as she moved her bottom up and down on his cock. 
Uncle Prendergast was horrible.  Now he was roaring with pleasure as her
bottom hole rubbed his willy for him; how she hated him.
   "Faster, Elizabeth!" Charles demanded and the obedient child began to
bob her bottom up and down his solid cock at a pace-of-knots.
   Charles moaned again; his cock was so hard he knew his cum wasn't far
away.  He gave the red swollen sore bottom of good hard smack.
   "Faster, girl, faster!" he urged.
   Mewling and crying loudly, Elizabeth bounced her bottom up and down as
fast as she could manage, the slurping sounds of it on his cock degrading
her further.
   Charles's body tensed; he was going to cum.  It felt like it was
happening in slow motion; his balls tingled, his chest tightened, his cock
became almost like iron and he screamed with pleasure as he began pumping
squirt after squirt up the hard-working little bottom.  He lost all sense
of time as his orgasm carried on and his cock continued spasming, even
after his sperm had finished.  He collapsed back, spent.  That was a lovely
cum, he thought.  The little child sat in his lap, with his cock still
embedded in her anus weeping hysterically.
   "That was nice, Elizabeth, wasn't it?" he said as he pushed her off him,
"It's always nice to have a little chat with your Uncle like that, don't
you think?  Shall we go down and see your Mummy now?"
   0------------------------------------------------------0
   Elizabeth was led downstairs by her Uncle.  They were both still naked
from the bath having only towelled dry.  Elizabeth was still weeping from
her strict punishment.  What she saw when she got downstairs only made her
cry even more.  Her mother was standing naked waiting for her.  Laid out on
the carpet was a plastic sheet with different coloured circles on and sat
on top of the plastic sheet was a large container of baby oil and a big
wooden clothes-brush.  Elizabeth wailed in misery.  For most little girls
it was a lovely game of getting into giggly fun with your friends as you
tried to put your hands and feet onto the colour of circle that the spinner
had pointed out.  For her it was a dreadful form of entertainment for her
Mummy's boyfriends where, covered with baby oil, her mother would wrestle
her into innumerable humiliating positions and spank her little bottom
until it blistered as she screamed her head off.
   Uncle Charles pushed her towards her mother who was smiling broadly.
   "Why, Elizabeth!" her mother grinned, "It looks like Uncle Charles gave
you a good punishment upstairs.  Gosh!  The way you screamed!  You'd have
thought he was killing you!"
   Her mother and Uncle Charles laughed at her mother's little joke and her
mother started pouring baby on Elizabeth's body, rubbing it over her skin
until her whole body glistened with it.
   "Will you do the honours, Uncle Charles?" her mother asked, passing the
spinner to her boyfriend.
   Charles spun the plastic pointer and the `game' began.  Sarah soon had
her daughter in a particularly unpleasant hold where Elizabeth's upper leg
was pinned back against her body and her pussy was exposed and open.  Her
mother always seemed to have a spare hand free and now she used it to pry
the tiny pussy open to show Charles her daughter's fledgling vagina. 
Charles spun the pointer again.  The spinner had an extra marker against it
with a little hand drawn picture of a bottom there.  The pointer landed
against it.
   "Spank time!" Charles cried out and Sarah picked up the clothes-brush.
   "Mummy!  Nooooooooo!  Pleeeeeeeeeease!" wailed Elizabeth as her slippery
body was pulled over her mother's lap as her mother sat naked on the
plastic sheet.
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   Sarah didn't hold back as much as Charles had when she spanked her
daughter.  Sarah liked to see blistered little bottoms being furiously
rubbed by screaming little children.
   Elizabeth screamed at the top of her voice; a clothes-brush spanking on
the bare bottom from Mummy hurt appallingly at the best of times, but with
her bottom covered in baby oil, the pain was unbearable.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  MUMMEEEEEEEEEY!  NOOOOOOOOO!  STOOOOOOOOP!" shrieked
Elizabeth, her bottom feeling like it was being boiled.
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   "YAAAAAAAAAAAH!  MUMMEEEEEEEEEY!  DON'T!  MY BOTTOM!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEE! 
IT'S BEEN SCRUBBED!  INSIDE!  STOP SPANKING!  YEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!"
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   Sarah spanked away at her daughter's bottom.  It was lovely to be
spanking her daughter again.  What a shame she couldn't do it more often!
She redoubled her efforts; spanking quicker and harder with a determined
ferocity; she really wanted to hear her daughter screaming.  Elizabeth
obliged, shrieking her lungs out as her poor bottom was roasted.
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   "YAAAAAAAAAAAAH!  STOOOOOOOOP!  MUMMEEEEEEEEY!  I'LL LICK YOUR BOTTOM!
LIKE GRANDMOTHER'S!  STOOOOOOOOP!  YAAAAAAAAAAH!  TOO HARD! 
YEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  IT HURTS!"
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   Sarah watched purple circular bruises form on each bottom cheek with
white blisters at their centre.  She let her screaming daughter up for a
good scampering bottom rub.  Elizabeth jumped about the room like a
screeching grass-hopper; one moment crouched down, her bottom stuck out,
her hands pulling her cheeks apart displaying her red gaping anus, the next
jumping high and po-going about with her hands scrabbling at her newly
formed blisters.
   Sarah masturbated herself in a frenzy as she watched her daughter. 
Charles stroked his cock that had gone very hard again.
   "Elizabeth!" Sarah said strictly, "Go upstairs and fetch the cane! 
Mummy needs to really teach you a lesson!"
   Squealing in agony, Elizabeth skipped out of the room, her hands still
madly pulling at her bottom as she went to get the cane.  Sarah and Charles
heard her howling grow fainter as she went into the bathroom.  Sarah
reached into her large handbag and retrieved a plastic strap-on penis.  She
began to fasten it around her waist.  Charles grinned as he watched her; it
would be a very unpleasant surprise for Elizabeth when she returned.
   Very slowly, step-by-step, Elizabeth came down the stairs.  Charles and
Sarah could hear her wailing sobs come a little closer, stop as she stood
on a stair, then come closer again.  Eventually the weeping little girl
reached the adults.  She entered the room, the cane held out in front of
her, lying in both hands.  As Elizabeth saw her mother proudly displaying
the large strap-on, she howled in despair, stamping her feet in the
process. Her mother was going to rape her bottom.
   "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!  Mummeeeeeeeeey!  Nooooooooo!" she wailed, dancing
about, "Pweeeeease!  I was scrubbed inside!  That thing's gonna hurt too
much!  Bwaaaaaaaaaaah!  Don't do it!  Pweeeeeeeeeeease!"
   Sarah calmly took the cane out of her daughter's offering hands and
swished it through the air.
   "Touch your toes, you naughty girl!" she grinned, "Mummy's going to
teach this little bottom a real lesson!"
   "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!  Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Elizabeth wailed as she bent
over and stuck her little bottom out; Mummy was going to cane her until her
bottom fell off!
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   "YAAAAAAAAAAAH!  MUMMEEEEEEEEY!  NOOOOOOOOO!" Elizabeth howled as the
nasty cane scorched lines of fire across her bottom.
   Sarah's pussy dribbled juice down her leg as her daughter shrieked and
gyrated her little bottom.  Sarah loved the way the cane sliced into the
soft wobbly little cheeks and that firm solid feeling in her hand as it
came to juddering halt on the welted bottom flesh.  A good caning always
made a little girl extra compliant and Sarah was looking forward to having
Elizabeth serve her and Charles for the next week.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  STOP!  STOOOOOOOOP!  MUMMEEEEY!  IT HURTS!  THE
BLISTERS!  DON'T CANE ME ON THE BLISTERS!  EEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   Sarah caned her daughter's blistered bottom cheeks without the slightest
concern; she used to get it like that; why shouldn't her daughter? 
Elizabeth constantly jumped up rubbing and pulling at her bottom, shrieking
and begging her mother to stop, begging with her Uncle Charles for the most
terrible degrading sex, anything to save her little bottom from more with
the cane.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  USE YOUR WILLY ON ME!  YAAAAAAAAAAH!  LICK YOUR
WEE-HOLE!  YEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  TONGUE YOUR BOTTOMS!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
   Sarah looked over at Charles.  His cock was hard and dribbling pre-cum
as he watched the very strictest mother/daughter discipline taking place.
Sarah's smooth graceful application of the cane and her naked little
daughter's wild response as the appalling bottom pain drove her to the most
exciting dancing and genital displays as she screamed and entertained them
with stories of what sexual delights she would willingly do for them if
only the cane stopped its terrible work on her bottom.
   After a particularly vigorous salvo of the very whippiest strokes; just
on the under-curve of Elizabeth's bottom so she would have something to
think about every time she sat down for the rest of the week, Sarah put the
came down.  Elizabeth enthralled her mother and her mother's wicked
boyfriend with her amazing my-bottom-hurts-more-than-ever-before show of
stomping jumping running and uncontrolled acrobatics as she screamed and
pulled her bottom cheeks apart to inadvertently show her gaping pussy and
anus.
   Sarah whispered a little something into Charles' ear hand he grinned. 
Sarah laid the plastic sheet from the game onto the seat of the sofa and
Charles sat on it; his feet up on the sofa and his knees spread wide apart.
He laid back; naughty little Elizabeth would now receive some good
old-fashioned sexual punishment from a strict older gentleman that her
mother had invited to help with this necessary task.
   "ELIZABETH!" Sarah shouted over the noise of her daughter's howling to
get the girl's attention.
   Elizabeth turned to her mother.  Her face was bright red and drawn, her
eyes wide with the pain in her bottom.  Her face was soaked with tears,
snot and drool that mixed together and dripped off her chin onto her chest.
She saw her Uncle sitting on the sofa, his legs up and apart and his big
adult willy all hard and standing up flat against his tummy.
   "Do you want more cane, Elizabeth?" Sarah asked, a little smile playing
on her face.
   "WHAAAAAAAA!  MUMMEEEEY!  NOOOOOOO!  NO MORE CANE!  I BE GOOD GIRL NOW!
WAAAAAAAAAAH!  I DO WHAT UNCLE WANTS!"
   Sarah smiled, a big wide happy smile.
   "Oh Elizabeth, how lovely to hear you say that!  What Uncle Prendergast
would like is your very best willy sucking, all the way down your throat!"
   Elizabeth wailed and stumbled forward towards the nasty thick fleshy
punishing thing between her Uncle's legs.  How terrible it was to have it
in her throat, making her sick, suffocating her, rubbing up and down her
sensitive oesophagus.  Elizabeth knelt obediently in front of horrible
Uncle Prendergast and cupped his balls in her left hand, playing with them
as she took his willy in a firm grip with her right hand.
   "Boo hoo!  Pwease, Uncle!" she wept, "I'll be good!  I'll do it really
deep for you!  Pwease tell Mummy not to cane me any more!  I'll be really
good!  See..."
   Elizabeth opened her mouth wide and took the purple end of the shiny
slimy throbbing hot fleshy thing into it until it filled her whole mouth.
With tears spilling out of her eyes, she started making her Uncle's willy
go down her throat.  Her retching began almost immediately.
   "GURRRRRRRRRRK!  GARRRRRRRRK!  GAK!  CURRRRRRRRRPH!  GAK-A-GAK-A-GAK-A!
GURRRRRRRRRK!"
   Sarah knelt down behind her daughter.  The child's purple cane welted
bottom stuck out at her.  She touched the end of the large strap-on against
Elizabeth's still gaping anus.  There was a strange noise as Elizabeth
screamed with her Uncle's cock still embedded deep in her throat.  Sarah
smiled; her little daughter hated strict punishment bottom-hole rapings,
especially when her little rectum had been scrubbed until it was sore. 
Sarah thrust the strap-on up and began to pump her hips.  Charles moaned in
ecstasy as the little throat that had been stroking his penis so nicely,
vibrated with high-frequency squeals as Elizabeth's sore anus and rectum
were intimately punished by her mother.
   Sarah rode her little daughter's bottom with the hard plastic strap-on.
Her pussy was on fire!  She remembered just how it felt having this done to
you.  Her mother behind her, pounding away as her screaming throat worked
on her father's big excited penis.  She ground into her daughter's little
hole making the hard plastic cock push deep into the sore little rectum. 
She could see how Charles loved Elizabeth screaming on his cock; his balls
were moving in his sack showing he was ready to cum.  Sarah was almost
there herself; just a few more really hard thrusts and she'd cum.
   Charles' heart felt like it was going to come out of his chest.  His
body twitched and juddered.  He saw the fire in Sarah's eyes as she worked
the strap-on into her daughter's anus, how her breasts bounced and how she
was grasping and moaning in joy.  He roared with indescribable pleasure as
his cock exploded in Elizabeth's little throat, spraying cum out, making
him emit moans and squeaks of joy as his body spasmed.  Sarah brayed with
pleasure as she came.  Seeing Charles squirting his cum out into her
daughter's desperately swallowing throat had set her off.  She pumped the
strap-on deep into her daughter's anus, grinding herself into the end of
the strap-on to make her pleasure more intense and last longer so the
feeling never finished.  Almost simultaneously she and Charles collapsed
back, spent.  Only the sound of a desperately retching and crying
well-punished little girl remained.  Sarah smiled happily and stretched
herself out like a cat; she had something special planned for Elizabeth;
something the child would truly hate.
   0------------------------------------------------------0
   Upstairs in one of the cottage's bedrooms, Sarah had been busy the day
before.  When she had recovered her senses from the pleasure of
administering Elizabeth's first spanking of the holiday, she had taken hold
of her daughter's ear and pulled the girl out of the lounge and up to the
room.
   "Mummy's got something special for you!" she'd laughed gaily as her
still-wailing daughter had fearfully wriggled in the tight ear grip.
   Sarah reached the door to the bedroom and led Elizabeth in.  The room
looked quite normal.  Sarah smiled and pointed at the open door of a large
wardrobe.
   "Look, darling!  Look at what Mummy's done for you!" Sarah had laughed.
   As Elizabeth had looked through her bleary tear-filled eyes, she saw how
the wardrobe was empty.  Then her eyes widened in horror as she saw the
button that had been mounted in the top of the wardrobe.
   "NOOOOOOOOOO!  MUMMEEEEY!  NOOOOOOOOO!  DON'T!" she'd howled, "I'll be
good forever!  Take me downstairs!  You can do more sex to me!  Don't put
me in there!  Pweeeeeeeeeeease!"
   But her mother was already pulling her to the wardrobe by her ear and
Elizabeth was already screaming as her ear almost lifted her off the floor.
Her little feet stumbled to keep up with her ear as the open wardrobe door
loomed in front of her.  In a moment she was in and the door was being shut
and locked.
   "NO!  MUMMY!  NO!  I'LL DO SEX!  ANYTHING YOU WANT!  DON'T LEAVE ME!"
Elizabeth had howled.
   "Touch the button, Elizabeth!" her mother's strict voice had come from
outside the wardrobe.
   Her body shaking, Elizabeth had reached up on tiptoe and pressed the
button.  There had been a click from outside as her mother had turned the
circuit on.
   "Don't let go, Elizabeth!" her mother had calmly said, "You know what
will happen if you do!  Remember the last time when you got the pony whip!"
   Elizabeth teeth had chattered as she heard her mother leave the room;
she would never forget the pony whip!
   Elizabeth's body was covered with a sheen of sweat.  She strained to
keep her finger on the button.  She felt her bladder start prickle.  She
mewled in fear; if she wee'd in the wardrobe then Uncle Prendergast would
punish her.  She'd seen the dreadful electrical punishment things in the
suitcase and the huge inch-thick metal rod he would insert deep into her.
The pain of being electrically punished deep in her most private sensitive
little holes was unbearable!  How long would it be before she let the
button go and was viciously pony whipped by her excited mother?  Or would
she wee herself first and be electrically punished by her wicked Uncle, or
worse still, by both of them!  Elizabeth howled the top of her voice as her
spanked bare bottom and naked pussy gyrated in a little dance as she
desperately tried to hold her wee-wee in.  Her body shook with fear and the
tears dripped off her face as she desperately wondered why all the adults
in her life loved punishing her so much.
   DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction not fact.  The two are very
different.
   
  
Girl In A Wardrobe