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STEPDAUGHTERS (M/gg, nc, spank, pedo, oral, anal)
   John drove down the freeway heading out of the city; another day at work
over.  He was happy, happier than he'd ever been, heading back home to his
new wife and family.  It had taken John a long time to find exactly what he
was looking for.  He'd been divorced for a decade, but even by the time he
and his first wife called it a day he already knew what he wanted.  And
after a few false starts he had finally found it.
   Kimmy-Lee fussed about the big ranch kitchen.  John would be back soon
and she liked to cook for him.  Kimmy was in her late twenties, over ten
years younger than John.  Kimmy had always dreamed about living in a ranch
in the country with horses and chickens.  But it has been very different a
year ago before she met John.
   She had been born to poor parents who argued constantly and a mother who
at best ignored her.  When she was eight-years-old her mum walked out, only
pausing to tell Kimmy how much she hated her.  Her dad told her it was her
fault her mom had gone.  With one less welfare cheque life became even
harder.
   A terrible guilt had weighed on Kimmy.  She wished she had behaved
better, been less of a brat or anything that meant her mom was still with
them.  When her dad told her there were nasty things she had to do for him
to make up for her mom not being there, she welcomed the chance.  Over the
next ten years his cock spent a great deal of time in her throat, butt and
pussy.
   Sex wasn't anything special to Kimmy and by the time she was nineteen
she had had her first child and her second by twenty one.  She didn't know
who the father was of either; she always wondered if it was her dad, but
she never bothered to find out.
   Her father died when she was twenty.  Her life was a constant struggle.
She began to identify with how her mother had felt; her two screaming
bratty kids never gave her a moment of peace.  By the time Emmy-Lou and
Sammy-Ann were four and six she'd grown to hate them.  She thought it might
be in her genes because her mom had been like that.  She used to lie in bed
crying as she thought about all her childhood dreams of ranches and horses
and chickens and now how all she had was the welfare cheque and two brats.
   When Kimmy was twenty seven she joined a local church.  She took the
brats with her because at least they got taken care of for a few hours and
it didn't cost her anything.  Soon after she had started going to church
she met John.  It appeared that John had joined a lot of churches in the
city over the last few years, but was still looking for one that suited
him. He was a lot older than her, but Kimmy found she quite liked that.  He
began to pay her a lot of attention.  She found he was funny and sweet to
her and a real good listener too.  Unlike the other men Kimmy had been
with, he didn't try to bond with her kids, in fact he seemed to ignore
them. And when Kimmy began to open up and tell him just what brats they
were, he actually agreed.  Kimmy felt vindicated; the other men had
reasoned with her and told her they were OK kids.  John didn't; he'd said
she'd got it right and they were whining brats that were holding her back.
   Kimmy discovered that she had feelings for John and he seemed to
reciprocate; that made her feel special.  It wasn't until a few months had
gone by that Kimmy found out that John had money.  He'd taken her out a few
times to diners, always by taxi cab.  Then one night he invited her to an
upmarket downtown bar.  She'd felt out of place, but she'd noticed how John
fitted in.  He asked her up to his apartment.  They'd gone down the block
to a building with a doorman; he saluted as John went in.  His apartment
was big and overlooked the city.  That night Kimmy shared her oldest dream
with John, about the ranch and horses and chickens.  John had seemed
interested and they had even looked on the internet for local ranches for
sale.  Kimmy had laughed at the price, but John had shrugged and told her
how much the apartment was worth.  Kimmy was shocked; she was quiet for a
few minutes and then she wanted to have sex with John.  Kimmy knew she was
good at sex, the kind of nasty dirty sex some men liked; she wanted to show
John what she had to offer him.  John had said he didn't feel ready.  When
Kimmy got home she lay on her bed and cried.  She knew what the problem
was; it was the brats, driving him away so he didn't want to get involved;
how she hated them.  Kimmy couldn't sleep; all her dreams could come true
with John, but like her whole life, it wasn't going to work out.
   John rang the next day and said he wanted to talk.  He sent a cab to
bring her to his apartment.  She felt certain he was going to end it.  John
made them coffee and they sat down.  John began to talk about her giving
him the right to spank her kids.  He showed her parts of the Bible that
said it was right and he showed her religious pamphlets that explained how
spanking helped make kids good.  And hadn't they both agreed, John
reasoned, that both of her daughters were complete brats.
   Kimmy found herself agreeing with John.  He was good at getting his
point over, but Kimmy just decided she really liked the idea of John
spanking her brats.  She imagined him pulling Emmy's and Sammy's panties
down, hauling them over his lap and then spanking them whilst they howled
and pleaded with him to stop.  The idea made her feel happy and she
lovingly told John that could spank Emmy and Sammy as much as he liked. 
Although her daughters were only six years old and eight years old at that
time, she had told John he could use anything he wanted to spank them with
and he could spank them as hard as he liked even if their bottoms blistered
as a result.  John had said that he wanted the kids to be naked `as God
intended' for their spankings.  Kimmy completely agreed and pledged to
strip their clothes off herself before handing them to him for their
spankings.  Then John said he loved her and they should look for the ranch
together.  John had moved in with her and the kids the very next day.
   Kimmy remembered how it had only been a couple of hours after he'd moved
in that John found a reason to give his first spanking.  Little Emmy had
been whining about something and John just picked her up under his arm, sat
in a chair, threw her over his lap and dragged her shorts and panties down.
It was just as Kimmy had imagined it.  Then John began spanking Emmy.  The
spanking was much harder and much longer than Kimmy had ever thought it
would be, but she found that the longer it went on for, the better she felt
about it.  The little brat was finally getting what she deserved.  When
John eventually let the bare bottomed little girl off his lap, Kimmy got
the biggest surprise; John had an erection, a big one.  Kimmy saw her
chance.  She went and knelt at John's feet, opened his legs, took his cock
out of his pants and swallowed it.  Kimmy was an expert at long sloppy
blowjobs.  With both of her daughters looking on, she throat-fucked John.
   As he groaned and writhed with pleasure, Kimmy was elated.  She had
finally found a way to show her love for John, to give him pleasure, and it
was her little daughters' bottoms that would make it possible.  From that
day on, she encouraged him to spank her daughters at every opportunity. 
And whatever idea he had for how he wanted to spank them or whatever he
wanted to do to them before, during or after a spanking was met with
nothing but wholehearted support from Kimmy.  Before long Kimmy's dream
came true and she was living in a ranch with horses and chickens, and even
better than that, she could listen to her little brats having their bottoms
spanked by the man she loved.  She took the greatest pleasure in knowing
that he was enjoying every minute of it.  Life was good!
   John turned off the freeway; in fifteen minutes he'd be home.  He felt a
stirring in his pants; he'd told Kimmy he was going to spank both his
little stepdaughters tonight.  It didn't matter to him whether they've done
anything wrong or not.  Kimmy said she would come up with an excuse to
allow him to have a `little chat' with both of them.
   John remembered the first time he had spanked one of Kimmy's daughters,
bare butt, right in front of her mom.  Kimmy had grinned like a Cheshire
cat the whole time.  The excitement of spanking the child's naked bottom
and having her wriggling over his lap had given him a huge erection.  He
had let Emmy off his lap to scream and dance and had waited to see her
mom's reaction as she saw his big erection.  Kimmy had come to him; he
wondered if she was going to slap his face for lying to her that the
spankings were for anything other than his own enjoyment.  But instead she
sank to her knees, took his cock out and, right in front of her daughters,
stuffed it down her throat.  John had never been properly throat-fucked
before and Kimmy's ability to sense when he was about to cum, ease off and
start all over again had him in ecstasy for over twenty minutes until he
finally, copiously, came down her throat.  She then told him loudly, so
Emmy and Sammy could hear, that she was happy he enjoyed spanking small
bare bottoms and that she hoped he'd do it lots more.
   Kimmy found out, through careful prompting, that John liked anal sex. 
One of her favourite things was to secretly lubricate her anus before she
got into bed with him, then to drop her pyjama bottoms in bed and wriggle
her ass up against his crotch.  She would then begin to talk about all the
new ways she had thought of for John to spank Emmy's and Sammy's bottoms
whilst she ground her ass against him.  She loved the feeling of his cock
erecting against her butt, then its stiffness sliding between her cheeks
until the end was pressing against her anus.  One small thrust back and
he'd be in her.  Then she'd slowly ride his cock with her ass she described
how the girls would cry and beg as he spanked them, often imitating the
girls' weeping pleas.  John would moan with pleasure and his cock would be
so hard in her until he shot his cum up her butt.  Kimmy felt it was just
one more way of saying `thank you' to John for making her dream come true.
   It hadn't been long before John had decided that he wanted to spank the
girls privately and to introduce them to sexual punishments.  Kimmy was all
in favour.  She told him, from her own experience, the best ways to hurt
and degrade them while enhancing his own pleasure.  Kimmy found that
listening to her daughters' screams and tearful pleadings whilst daddy was
`doing sex' with them after a spanking was very exciting.  She soon bought
herself a powerful vibrator to use whilst listening to their sex
punishments.  When she next had John's cock in her anus and was sliding her
sphincter nicely up and down the shaft, she admitted how turned on it made
her.  John went and bought a baby monitor for each of the girls' rooms so
Kimmy could listen in perfect amplified detail to her daughters'
punishments; Kimmy was grateful beyond words to her caring husband.
   Kimmy hummed to herself and checked the food; the girls had been told
they were going to be spanked when their father got home and had been put
in their nightclothes and locked in their bedrooms to wait for him.
   John arrived home at the big double storey luxury ranch they had bought.
It had stables and paddocks for Kimmy's horses and a barn for her chickens.
And right now, locked in their bedrooms, it had little seven-year-old
Emmy-Lou and nine-year-old Sammy-Ann waiting for their promised bedtime
spankings.  John's cock was already hard.  The girls' spankings were going
to be very long and severe tonight and he was going to demand complete
obedience from them for his sexual needs.  His whole body tingled as he
walked in through the door.
   He found Kimmy in the kitchen.
   "Hi Hon!" he said and kissed her.
   Kimmy returned his kiss, sticking her tongue into his mouth.  He put his
hand down the front of her jeans and found her pussy was soaking; he
plunged his fingers in.  At the same time her hand was down the front of
his pants grabbing his cock.  They began to masturbate each other.
   "Tell me you're gonna do it to `em hard!" moaned Kimmy.
   "I'm going to cane Emmy!" John panted as his cock was rubbed.
   "Oh yeah!  Whup her tiny butt with the cane!" Kimmy exclaimed.
   "I'm going to pussy strap Sammy!" he moaned as his wife's grip on his
cock tightened.
   "Oh God!  Make her scream!" Kimmy hissed as John's fingers plucked at
her clit.
   She pulled her hand out of John's pants and grabbed his butt, pulling
him in for a long deep kiss.  Then she broke away.
   "I've told `em they're getting' spanked for backchat.  This meal can
wait till you're done.  Now go get `em!" she smouldered, her voice hoarse
with excitement.
   John felt on fire; he felt the power flowing through him and the blood
rushing through his body.  He was always like this before he spanked the
girls.  A feeling of absolute power knowing that when he went into their
bedrooms they would do every last thing he told them to.  He began to strip
his clothes off.  He loved to go into their bedrooms naked now, his cock
big and hard.  The sight of that stiff fleshy rod with its exposed purple
helmet, shiny and sticky wet, had a profound effect on the girls making
them shake and wail with fear at the thought of it being forced into their
little holes.  But it was strange how, even only halfway into a severe
bottom spanking with the paddle, strap or cane, the thought of having that
big thing pushed into them suddenly became very appealing; their repeated
promises to be highly compliant during the painful process of having their
holes penetrated if only `kind' `nice' daddy would stop their spankings
were offered up to him with desperate frequency.
   When John was naked he went upstairs, his cock bouncing as he walked. 
He stopped outside Emmy's room.  There was a cute sign on it with teddy
bears that spelt out her name.  He could hear the miserable snuffling from
inside.  He liked to spank his stepdaughters separately so that he could
enjoy the close intimacy of a private daddy / stepdaughter `chat'.  He
found that the girls' inhibitions over pleading with stepdaddy to perform
most degrading sex acts, rather than hurting their little bottoms any more,
disappeared all the more quickly if they were on their own with him.  There
was no reason to be brave with no one else listening.  Their humiliating
blubbering and begging not to be spanked would start as soon as John went
in the room; something that John, and the remotely listening Kimmy, found a
most exciting part of the spanking.  An ornate brass key was in the lock.
He turned it, took out the key and went in.
   Emmy was standing next to her bed with her pretty cartoon pyjamas on. 
She'd had them since she was four years old and they were now ridiculously
small on her seven year old body.  The top finished above her navel and the
waist of the bottoms was so low it exposed the first two inches of her
bottom and the top of her little pubis.  She was crying in short frightened
sobs, panicking now that naked daddy was here to start the spanking.  John
locked the door with the key and turned to face Emmy.  His cock stuck out
and twitched at the exciting sight in front of him.  Emmy wailed with
dismay when she saw how hard daddy's willy was; that's when she always got
her worst spankings.  John admired how pretty his little stepdaughter was.
She seemed so tiny standing and crying in front of him.  Her black hair was
cut short and had been tied into two pretty bunches by his attentive wife;
Kimmy knew he liked to see the girls' faces when he was spanking them. 
Emily's face was red and wet and her watery blue eyes stared up at him in
fear.
   "Boo hoo!  Daddeeeeeeey!  Pleeeeeeeease!  I don't wanna spankin'!" she
wept pitifully.
   John sat on the bed, his penis sticking up between his thighs.
   "Come here, Emmy!" he said.
   Sobbing with fear, the little girl inched towards him.  He grabbed her
arm and pulled her the last few feet.
   "Are you going to be a good girl, Emmy?" he asked.
   Emmy's eyes flicked down to his cock and she sobbed miserably.
   "Boo hoo!  Oh please, daddy!  Don't spank me!  I'll be good for you!"
she sobbed in agreement.
   "Let's take your pyjamas off, so I can spank you property!" John smiled.
   He took hold of the waist of Emmy's pyjama top and pulled it up.  She
obediently raised her arms so that John could pull the top off her, then
she put her hands on her head; she knew that was where she had to keep them
so that they didn't get in the way of anything daddy wanted to do to her.
Then John slipped his fingers into the waistband of her pyjama bottoms and
pulled them down her legs.  It was just like unwrapping a present, he
thought.  Emmy mewled as she was fully exposed to her new daddy.  She
stepped out of her pyjama bottoms without being asked; that's what daddy
liked.  Sniffing back the snot that was running out of her nose, Emmy
parted her little legs; daddy was going to want put his finger in her kitty
whilst he told her off.
   Emmy's miserable submissiveness excited John; he loved it when the girls
tried to please him by exposing themselves or sticking their butts out an
extra inch or two for their spankings.  He slipped his finger between
Emmy's tiny pussy lips and pulled it up the groove feeling her vagina and
clit.  Emmy sobbed and squirmed as his finger began to firmly push up her
vagina.  Shortly she was making pained squeaking noises as more of his
finger went up.
   "Your mommy told me you've been very naughty, Emmy!" John scolded,
"Backchat is not acceptable in this house.  She told me I need to give you
and `extra hard' spanking tonight, and that's just what I'm going to do."
   "Bwaaaaaah!  No!  No!  Daddeeeeeeeey!" she wailed, "Not `extra hard'!"
   Terrible images of daddy's extra hard spankings ran through Emmy's mind;
her bottom on fire with the strap or paddle or even the dreaded cane!  Her
hand tentatively came off her head and reached out to daddy's willy; it
just looked so huge to her, sticking up between his legs.  She took hold of
it, her hand grasping round the fleshy stalk bit.
   "Boo hoo!  Boo hoo!  P...P...Pleeeeease, daddy!" her voice warbled,
"Please let me show you I'll be good!"
   John parted his legs.  Emmy hesitated; it was so big!  She bent down,
opened her mouth and put her daddy's willy in it.  She licked over the
smooth sticky top, just like mommy had taught her.  She'd do anything her
daddy wanted, if it meant she didn't get an `extra hard' spanking!
   John enjoyed the attentions of his seven year old stepdaughter.  Her
sucking and licking were exaggerated so it made lots of noise.  He loved
hearing her slurping over him.  He let her suck for a minute or two; then
he guided her head off him.
   "That was very nice, Emmy!  You're getting very good at sucking daddy's
willy.  But I'm still going to have to cane you for being so naughty!"
   Emmy's eyes went wide with panic and her hands covered her bottom.  She
began to hop about in fright at the dreadful news.
   "Bwaaaaah!  Not the cane, daddy!  It huuuuuurts!  P...P...Put your willy
in my bummy!  Boo hoo!  Anything!  Don't cane me!"
   John got off the bed and, as his panicking little stepdaughter danced
about and begged him not to cane her, he pulled open the divan drawer under
Emmy's bed.  The drawer was empty.  John sighed.
   "You're being very naughty, Emmy!  I'm going to give you thirty extra
smacks with the cane for hiding your spanking things.  Tell me where they
are or I'll go and get things from Sammy's room and we'll see how sorry I
can make you!"
   "Whaaaaaaaa!  Daddeeeeeey!  I'm sorreeeeeey!  Don't give me thirty
extra! Bwaaaaaah!"
   "Where are they, Emmy?" John asked flatly.
   Emmy's shaking hand lifted and she pointed at a small chest of drawers.
   "Boo hoo!  Whaaaaaa!  With my panties, daddy!"
   John opened Emmy's panty drawer.  Mixed in with the cute tiny cotton
panties was a small paddle, an adult sized gym slipper, a plastic carpet
slipper, a small leather strap and a two foot long cane.  John thought for
a moment and then took out the cane and the big plastic carpet slipper.
   "I was only going to cane you, Emmy.  But now I'm going to give you a
good hard slipper spanking as well!  Never hide your spanking things
again!"
   "Bwaaaaaaaaah!  Noo hoo!  I'm sorreeeeeeeey!  I'm sorreeeeeeeey!" she
wailed.
   John sat on the bed.
   "Come and get over my lap, Emmy, so I can slipper that naughty bottom of
yours!"
   Emmy danced about in despair as John pointed at his lap.  He took her
hand and pulled her over his thighs so she was lying there with her bottom
stuck up.
   "You're such a naughty girl, Emmy!  You should have got over my knee on
your own!" he scolded, "You're going to get the backs of your thighs
slippered for that!"
   "No!  Nooooooo!  Daddeeeeeey!  I'm sorreeeeey!" she wailed.
   John moved Emmy over his lap so her chest was resting on the bed and her
bottom was pushed up over his left knee.  He stroked the little bottom,
rubbing the soft buttocks and pulling them apart to admire her pretty anus.
Then he took hold of the slipper and rested it against her bottom.
   "You've been very naughty, Emmy!" he said, "Giving your mom backchat and
hiding your spanking things from me.  This is what naughty girls get,
Emmy!"
   WHOP!  WHOP!  WHOP!  WHOP!  WHOP!
   The hard plastic backed slipper whacked into Emmy's bottom, the force of
it pushing her forward each time it spanked into her.  John had no
reticence about spanking his stepdaughters' very hard indeed.  Emmy
squealed and kicked and she put her hands back to protect her little
bottom. John took her hands in his left hand and easily held them behind
her back.  He carried on whacking the little bouncing bottom with the big
hard slipper.
   WHOP!  WHOP!  WHOP!  WHOP!  WHOP!
   "NEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  YAAAAAAAAAAAH!  I'M SORREEEEEEY!" Emmy shrieked as she
bounced up and down over John's lap.
   Her legs were scissoring nicely now and her genitals were well
displayed. John took a good look at her pretty little pussy and butt hole
as he slippered her.  All her wriggling about with her bare thigh rubbing
against his naked cock was almost like she was masturbating him.  Her
little bottom was turning a hot dark red and John turned his attention to
the backs of her thighs.
   WHOP!  WHOP!  WHOP!  WHOP!  WHOP!
   "NYAAAAAAAAA!  NOT THERE!  DADDEEEEEEEEY!  I'LL BE GOOD! 
EEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
   John happily spanked Emmy's small bottom and the backs of her thighs
until the child's small buttocks and legs were a dark crimson and obscenely
swollen.  John's cock dribbled pre-cum with the excitement.
   John let Emmy off his lap and she danced about rubbing and screaming. 
Her hands grabbed at chunks of her bottom and thighs as she ran about
trying to stop the pain in her burning bottom.  John couldn't resist slowly
masturbating as he watched Emmy's performance.  He found her howling
red-bottomed genital exhibition most arousing.
   John got off the bed, pulled the duvet off and folded it into a
platform. Then he piled all of Emmy's pillows on top.  Finally, he checked
her panty drawer again and found the length of velcro tape he was looking
for.
   "Emmy!  Come and bend over this pile on your bed!  I want your little
butt well stuck up for the cane!" he commanded.
   Still wailing and rubbing her bottom, Emmy came to the bed.
   "Bwaaaaaaah!  I wanna suck it!  Boo hoo!  I wanna suck your willy! 
Whaaaaaaaa!  Not the cane!  A-hurrrrrrrrrr!"
   "Up on the bed and bend over!" John said more sharply.
   Thinking about how she'd got her thighs slippered for not being quick
enough, Emmy clambered onto the bed and lay across the folded duvet and
pile of pillows.  Her bottom was presented almost two feet above the rest
of her body.  John took her hands and used the Velcro strap to fasten her
wrists together behind her back.  That would stop the worst of her trying
to get her hands on the way.
   He picked up the cane and knelt on the bed next to Emmy.  He held her
down in the middle of her back; there was no way little Emmy was going to
keep still once the whippy cane started spanking into her slipper-hot
bottom.
   "Now, Emmy," smiled John, "Mr Cane wants to have a long chat with little
Emmy-botty!  He wants to say `hello' to little Miss Emmy-botty so many
times.  Do you know how many times he wants to say `hello' to Emmy-botty,
Emmy?"
   "Bwaaaaaaah!  Daddeeeeeeeey!  Emmy-botty doesn't want cane! 
Pweeeeeeeease!" she wailed.
   "What's that Mr Cane?" said John, holding the cane up to his ear, "You
want to say `hello' to Emmy-botty thirty times!  But that's twice as many
as she's ever had before!"
   "Eeeeeeee!  Nooooooo!  Not thirty!  Pweeeeeeeeease!" sobbed Emmy.
   "And then she gets the extra thirty on top of that for hiding her
spanking things!" John continued, "Well, she has been very naughty, I
suppose!"
   "Bwaaaaaaaaah!  Pwease Mr Cane!  Don't spank Emmy-botty!  A-hurrr! 
A-hurrrrrrr!  Oh Mr Cane, pweeeeeeease!" Emmy begged.
   "Mr Cane's going to spank you now!" John grinned.
   "NOOOOOOO!  NOOOOOOOO!  DON'T CANE!" howled Emmy, beside herself with
fear of the terrible pain the cane gave her little bottom.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   John landed some nice stingy strokes on Emmy's tiny red bottom.  The
child screamed and kicked with an intensity that only a caning could
achieve.  There were no coherent words, just a constant stream of screams
and howls as the cane whipped away.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   "YAAAAAAAAH!  WHAAAAAAAAA!  YEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  WHAAAAAAAAA!"
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  AAAAAAAAAAAH!  NYAAAAAAAAAH!"
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
THWICK!  THWICK!
   "EEEEEEEEEEE!  A-EEEEEEEEEE!  A-EEEEEEEEEEE!  A-EEEEEEEEE!"
   Emmy's tiny bottom, from its very top to almost halfway down the backs
of her thighs, was covered with criss-crossing welted cane marks.  It was
so swollen it looked like it had been stung by a thousand bees.  John's
cock dripped pre-cum onto the bed.  There was no untouched bottom left to
cane; any cane strokes he gave now were going to cross multiple other
raised blistering marks.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   Emmy's screams filled the room as her strict disciplinary stepfather
showed how naughty little girls were truly punished.
   "That was for the backchat, Emmy!" said John, "Now another thirty for
hiding your spanking things!"
   "DADDEEEEEEEEEEEY!" her voice was hoarse and desperate, "NO MORE! 
PLEASE!  ANYTHING!  I'LL DO ANYTHING!  PLEASE!  LET ME!"
   John smiled.  Her little butt couldn't take much more and his cock had
decided on a far stricter punishment for her.
   "Has Emmy-Lou learned her lesson?" he asked.
   Emmy-Lou pushed herself up onto her knees, her eyes wild with the pain
in her bottom, her mind racing to find a way of getting out of another
thirty spanks with the wicked cane.
   "Bwaaaaaah!  I learned my lesson, daddy!  I be good!" she sobbed.
   John reached forward and took off the Velcro strap and held her hands
together.  Emmy immediately grabbed her cane spanked buttocks and started
rubbing feverishly.
   "But you've got another thirty with the cane to go!" John reminded her,
"Are you going to bend over again and take the rest of your cane spanking
like a good girl?"
   Emmy looked up at him.  Her face was bright red and covered with tears,
snot and drool.
   "P...P...Please Daddy!  C...C...Can't we do s...sex instead?" she wept
pitifully.
   "Hmm, there is something Daddy would like." said John.
   "I'll d...do anything, D...Daddy!" Emmy promised faithfully.
   "Daddy would like to put his willy down your throat!" said John.
   He watched with pleasure as Emmy's eyes bulged and she squealed with
fear; it was the thing she hated doing most.
   "Daddeeeeey!  Nooooooooo!  Pleeeeeeeease!" Emmy wailed, her hands waving
about, "I'll suck your bummy hole!  You can put it in my kitty!  In my
botty!  Not my throat!  It's gonna make me sick again!  Whaaaaaaaa!"
   "That's alright, Emmy," smiled John, "why don't you just bend over and
Daddy can give your bottom another thirty with the cane?"
   "Whaaaaaaaaaaaa!  Whaaaaaaaaaa!" Emmy wailed and jumped about; there was
no way out; if only she hadn't tried to hide her spanking things!
   Howling at the thought of the awful thing her step-daddy was going to
do, Emmy went to her wardrobe and took out the plastic bucket with the
folded plastic sheet in it.  She laid the plastic sheet out on the bed
spreading it onto the floor in front of the bed.  John sat on the plastic
sheet and spread his legs.  Emmy obediently put the bucket between his
legs. She looked up at him and tried one last desperate attempt to avoid
her terrible punishment.
   "Daddeeeeeeey!  My bummy hole every night for a week!  Spank me whenever
you want!  Just don't put it in my throat!  Pleeeeeeeeeeease!"
   John smiled and pointed at his cock.  No words were required; Emmy knew
what she had to do and that the consequences of not obeying her step-daddy
would be far worse when her mommy found out.  She took his hard adult cock
in her little hand and guided its exposed sticky smooth purple end to her
open mouth.  She felt the hot fleshy thing fill her mouth and then her
step-daddy's hand on the back of her head.  She closed her eyes tight;
step-daddy was going to punish her severely for hiding her spanking things.
   "GAAAAAAAAAAAARK!  BURRRRRRRPH!  GRURRRRRRRK!" the terrible sounds came
from her throat as step-daddy's willy slipped down it.
   Step-daddy held her hair tight in his hand and began to punish her.
   "GAK!  GAK!  GAK!  GAK!  GAK!  GAK!"
   John's whole body twitched with pleasure as he watched Emmy's mouth
stretch obscenely round the girth of his cock and at least three inches of
it slipped up and down her throat.  He pulled his cock out of her mouth
with a plop and the little girl promptly used the bucket.  She raised her
streaming eyes up to his.
   "Whaaaaaaaa!  Pleeeeeeeeease no more, Daddy!  Use my bummy hole! 
Pleeeeeeeeeease!"
   "Mouth!" commanded John
   He watched with glee as Emmy's mouth reluctantly opened wide and his
quivering cock was re-admitted.
   "GURRRRRRRRK!  GAK!  GAK!  GURRRRRRRK!  BURRRRRRPH!  GAK!  GAK!  GAK!"
   John began to gasp with joy as he manoeuvred his step-daughter's mouth
and throat on his cock.  The exquisite feeling of her hot lips, licky
tongue and tight throat on him teased him quickly towards orgasm.  Kimmy
had been keen that her little daughters should learn to deep-throat in the
same uncompromised way her own father had taught her.  John loved to oblige
and took no notice of the girls' dreadful retching as he punished them that
way.
   John began to pant as the pleasure built up; he was going to cum at any
moment.
   "Get ready, Emmy!  Daddy's going to squirt!" he exclaimed.
   With his cock in her throat he felt Emmy's wails of fear; she knew what
happened when daddy was ready to do his squirts.  John grabbed Emmy by the
ears and started pumping himself into her face, the whole length of his
cock slipping in and out of her mouth, his balls slapping against her chin.
John's body contorted as his balls tightened and he began to cum.
   "EMMY!  DADDY'S SQUIRTING!" he shouted as jets of thick cum spurted down
into Emmy's stomach.
   John removed himself from Emmy and allowed her to use the bucket.  He
smiled down at her as she retched loudly.
   "Daddy is going to put his willy down your throat every night for a
week!" he announced, "So make sure you get the plastic sheet and bucket
cleaned and ready!"
   John was rewarded by a terrified wail from Emmy as the little
seven-year-old contemplated the hours of full-throated choking that lay
ahead.  He unlocked the door and locked it again behind him; he could still
hear the sound of Emmy's loud sobbing through the door.  He walked down the
corridor to Sammy's room.  His cock was already starting to fill out again;
he was going to give this child a very severe spanking.  He unlocked door
and went in.
   Sammy was very different to her sister; it was clear that they were both
from different fathers.  Sammy was slim and her long blond hair was tied
tightly in a topknot with a short pink ribbon.  Sammy was wearing a short
nightie that she'd grown out of.  With her arms down by her side the
nightie barely covered her pubis, but with her arms up and her hands on her
head the nightie rode up until the hem was level with her hips.  John found
her in this delightful position standing by her bed, her naked bottom and
pussy exposed to his excited gaze.  Although she was only nine years old,
Sammy's body had begun to develop.  Her breasts were two little fleshy
cones that shuddered when she was jumping about and were each capped with a
prominent half inch long nipple.  Her labia were swelling and the pink of
her pussy lips were starting to show.  At the top of her pubis was a small
dark patch; she would have had a little moustache there if Kimmy didn't
keep her shaved so her pussy the way he liked it.
   Sammy looked so cute when she cried, thought John.  Her face was red and
tearful and her woeful "A-hurrr, Buh-hurrrr, A-hurrr" sobs bubbled out of
her mouth.  She was a little scaredy-cat, even more so than her younger
sister, and her desperate vocal reactions to a spanking made it especially
exciting for him.
   "So, Sammy, "John intoned, "I hear from your mom that your backchat has
got you in trouble again!"
   "Ooooooo, Daddeeeey!  I'm sorreeeeeey!" Sammy wept, "I didn't mean to!
I'll never do it again!  Boo hoo!  Are you going to spank me?"
   Her eyes lowered to his stiffening penis and she fervently hoped that
there might be another type of punishment her stepdaddy could give her
instead of a spanking.
   "Hmmm," pondered John, "I wonder what punishment you need?"
   "Shall I take my nightie off, Daddy?" Sammy asked hopefully.
   "Yes Sammy, let's see that little body of yours." John said.
   Sammy pulled the nightie off so she was naked.
   "W...W...Would you like me to d...dance for you, Daddy?" she asked.
   "Yes Sammy, that would be very nice." John said and sat down on the bed.
   Sammy stood in front of him, parted her legs and began a bump and grind
routine that her mom had taught her when she was being shown how to do
things that daddies liked.  Her little girl hips moved in exaggerated
circles and she pushed her pubis out towards him.  John's cock stood up to
attention and twitched as he watched this exciting display of his little
stepdaughter's compliance.
   "Show me your bottom, Sammy!" he said.
   Sammy turned round and stuck her butt out.  She began to move it about
and thrust it up into her stepdaddy's face.
   "Sammy, pull it open for me!" instructed John; he loved looking at their
little bottom holes.
   Sammy immediately took her hands off her head, grabbed each of her
bottom cheeks, and pulled them apart; if daddy wanted to see between her
butt cheeks then he could look all he wanted.  She pulled really hard and
waggled her butt at him.  John's cock throbbed as Sammy showed off her
little anus to him.  The child's butt hole was tiny, but was regularly
stretched in a most painful way to accommodate his whole cock.  The pink
skin surrounding the hole was tightly stretched and disappeared inwards
into the dark pink hole itself.  Around the outside of the hole was a faint
brown stain and John could smell the odour.
   "P...P...Please, Daddy!  D...Do you want to `do sex' in my bottom?"
asked Sammy nervously, "I'll be real good and hold it open, like this!  Boo
hoo!  I don't wanna be spanked!  Boo hoo!  I don't wanna spankin'!"
   "I'll tell you what, Sammy," said John, conspiratorial, "If we go to the
bathroom, I'll give you an enema and then `do sex' up your bottom hole.  If
you're good, I'll give your bum a good strapping instead of the big cane!"
   "Nooooo!  Not the strap!" wailed Sammy in panic, "Do sex up my butt! 
Please Daddy!  You can do it real hard!  Don't strap me!  Pleeeeeeeeease!"
   John shook his head sternly.
   "Sammy, you know it's the big cane for backchat.  I think I shall give
you that anyway!"
   "Bwaaaaaah!" Sammy wept miserably, "You can stwap me, Daddy!  I don't
wan' the cane!  I be good for my stwappin'!  Boo hoo!  A-hurrr!  A-hurrr!"
   Sammy had stopped trying to entice her Daddy with her butt hole and was
standing up, sobbing forlornly.  A long vigourous strapping on her butt
from stepdaddy would have her in pain for days; the big ugly welts and
bruises making sitting a miserable experience.  She watched her new daddy
go to the wall cupboard where her horrible spanking things were kept.  He
reached into it.  Oh no!  He had pulled out his special two tailed spanking
tawse.  Sammy shrieked in terror and danced about.
   "Oh-no-Daddy-I'll-be-good-not-the-big-strap-please!" she babbled,
"I'll-do-anything-suck-your-willy-down-my-throat-put-it-up-my-butt!" she
wailed.
   Stepdaddy reached into the cupboard again.  Sammy screamed in fear.
   "No-no-not-that-Daddy-anything-I-beg-you-anything-not-that-please!" she
wailed.
   John held up a thick narrow strap about a foot long.  It was the strap
he used to spank Sammy's little pussy with.
   One of Sammy's hands protectively covered her bottom and the other one
her pussy.  She whined continuously and the tears and snot coursed down her
face.  John stared at her terrified antics and a blob of pre-cum oozed out
of his cock slit and dribbled down the side of his shaft; he loved spanking
Sammy .
   "Sammy, kneel on the bed on all fours!  You know how I want you; down on
your elbows, bottom stuck out and legs apart!" John instructed.
   Sammy obeyed as if in a trance; she just couldn't seem to stop herself
from doing everything he told her.  She knelt on the bed, bent over with
her head down, parted her knees and thrust her butt out.  She felt the cold
air between her butt cheeks and on her kitty.  She wailed with fear; all
her private parts were unprotected and the horrible strap tails would spank
her there.
   John picked up the leather tawse.  Sammy was not a little seven-year-old
like her sister; at nine years old, John expected Sammy to be able to stay
in position and keep her butt stuck out.  Any failure to do so was always
strictly punished.
   Accompanied by Sammy's fearful mewls, John lined the strap up against
her bottom.
   "Bwaaaaaah!  Daddy!  No!  Pweeeeeease!  No!" she begged, "Don't stwap
me! I'll be good an' do hard sex!  Pweeeeease!"
   John looked at the beautiful tiny peach of a bottom stuck out at him;
the cheeks so soft, white and perfect, the split division between them and
the tiny pussy exposed between her open legs.  He was going to give her
little butt the longest hardest strapping it had ever had.
   THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!
THWACK!  THWACK!
   "EEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEE!" Sammy screamed as her bottom
exploded with pain, "YAAAAAAAAH!  WHAAAAAAA!  DADDEEEEEEEEY!  STOOOOOOOOP!"
she shrieked as the strap repeatedly whacked into her small bottom.
   John brought the strap speeding down from head height right across his
little stepdaughter's reluctantly offered cheeks where it came to a
shuddering, scream-inducing stop, flattening the little bottom and making
it wobble and dance like two tiny jellies.
   THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!
   "YEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  MY BUTT!  IT HURTS!  DADDEEEEEEEEY!  STOOOOOOOOP! 
YAAAAAAAAH!" Sammy screamed.
   Her butt waved around madly, her little anus and pussy clenching shut
and then gaping wide as the strap did its disciplinary work on her tender
little-girl's bottom.  John's cock quivered, twitched and dripped pre-cum
as he strap spanked her wriggling little bottom cheeks.  He started aiming
the strap so its tails flicked with wicked force right between the little
butt cheeks.  As her strict stepfather strapped into her butt crack, Sammy
shrieked her entreaties for him to stop.
   "NYAAAAAAAAAH!  EEEEEEEEEEE!  NO THERE!  DON'T STWAP ME THERE! 
DADDEEEEEEEY!  PWEEEEEEEEASE!  YOUR WILLY IN MY BUTT!  WHAAAAAAA!  PUT IT
IN NOW!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
   Sammy's hands waved behind her, trying to fend off the busy strap, but
she only succeeded in getting her hands strapped as well.
   John watched in delight as he turned Sammy's soft white little bottom
into a dull red swollen mess covered with thick inflamed welts.  Her bottom
twitched and wriggled in the most exciting way as her exposed genitals were
offered up to him for his strict disciplinary daddy use.
   All too soon, from John's point of view, Sammy's little bottom was
reduced to two uniformly red purple mounds and the child's howling shrieks
rang in his ears.  John knew it was time to give Sammy her promised `kitty
strapping'.
   "Don't be such a cry-baby, Sammy!" he told the shrieking child, "Anyone
would think you didn't get your bottom spanked with the strap every week!
Now get into position for your kitty strapping!"
   "Yeeeeeeeeeeeigh!  Eeeeeeeeeeee!  Not my kitty!  Eeeeeeeeeeee!" Sammy
howled, as her hands feverishly rubbed her welted butt cheeks.
   "Get into position, Sammy!  You know what happened last time!" John
said.
   Sammy knew all right; she had been introduced to a new spanking thing
that Daddy had called `the cord'.  She had seen him cutting the white
plastic electrical flex off the old iron and thought he'd been trying to
fix it.  It never crossed her mind that the cord was to be used on her
butt. The pain of being spanked with the cord had left an indelible memory
on Sammy's bottom and mind.  Wailing with fear at the threatened `cord
spanking', she rolled over onto her back, pulled her knees up to her chest
and parted her legs.  She lay howling, looking up at her stepdaddy as he
wrapped the short leather strap once around his hand, ready to spank her
kitty.
   "Bwaaaaaaaah!  Pweeeeeeease, Daddy, no!" she begged, "Pweeeeease not my
kitty!  I be good!  Don't stwap my kitty!  Whaaaaaaaa!"
   THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!
   John enjoyed spanking Sammy's little kitty.  The child always put on
such an amazing display of infantile repentance as she shrieked, bucked her
hips and waved her crotch about in a maddened frenzy as the strap spanked
her most private part.  Her incessant pleading implored her stepfather to
perform the grossest sexual acts on her, rather than spank her poor kitty
anymore.  As her desperate descriptions became more and more obscene,
John's cock seemed to grow bigger and harder.  By the time Sammy's little
kitty was a puffy welted red, he knew it was time to take her to the
bathroom so he could prepare her anus for the deep painful insertions that
made his cock feel so good.
   He stopped strapping and watched Sammy for a moment writhing on the bed,
her hands welded between her legs, clutching at her pussy.  Then he
unlocked the door, grabbed the baby monitor in one hand and Sammy's wrist
in the other.  He half dragged his little stepdaughter down the corridor as
she hopped and stumbled after him, her free hand still clamped between her
legs.
   When they got to the bathroom, John let Sammy carry on howling and
dancing about as he prepared the enema.  He chose the largest enema nozzle
they had, a five inch long, one and a half inch diameter monster, and
lubricated it.  He needed little Sammy's anus ready for him quickly.  He
showed the nozzle to Sammy.
   "Noooooooo!" Sammy howled, feeling her anus clamp shut.
   Sammy knew from long and bitter experience, since her mom and stepdaddy
got together, that the big nozzle meant stepdaddy wanted to give her a
mercilessly hard butt pumping with his big adult willy.  The wretchedly
painful stretching with the nozzle was just a slight prelude to stepdaddy
and his nasty penis.  The firm painful insertion of the nozzle into Sammy's
anus was a procedure the little girl feared; the stabbing burning pain as
her bottom hole was stretched to many times its usual size had her beside
herself with fear.  She watched and cried loudly as stepdaddy got her enema
ready; it was such a horrible punishment!
   John drew a bathroom stool into the middle of the room.
   "Bend over the stool, Sammy!" he said.
   The little girl got down on her knees and lay over the stool, her face
and hands on the floor one side and her legs wide apart on the other.  John
touched the end of the nozzle to Sammy's clenched anus.
   "Don't put your hands back, Sammy!" he warned.
   John began to push the nozzle up the little girl's bottom hole.  As
Sammy's sphincter began to dilate, she kicked and scrabbled at the floor
with her hands.
   "Eeeeeeeeeee!  Daddeeeeeey!  Stooooop!  It's hurting!" she wailed, "I
don't like it!  It hurts too much!  Don't!  Yeeeeeeeigh!"
   John ignored her and carried on pushing, rotating the nozzle as he went.
Sammy's anus dilated until it was three quarters of an inch wide.
   "Yaaaaaaaaaaah!  Nooooooooo!  Bwaaaaaaaaah!  My hole!  Don't! 
Nyaaaaaaaah!" Sammy wailed.
   John smiled; Sammy's anus looked amazing with the big nozzle penetrating
it.  He pushed firmly and the stool slid across the floor until Sammy was
pushed against the side of the bath.  Sammy's sphincter opened to an inch
wide.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  NOOOOOOOOO!  IT HURTS!" howled Sammy, "NO MORE! 
DON'T STICK IT UP NO MORE!"
   John gave the nozzle a final thrust and Sammy's anus accommodated its
full inch and a half width.
   "YEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  YAAAAAAAAAH!" she shrieked.
   John let the water start to flow into Sammy and the little girl wailed
and blubbered helplessly as her rectum was filled.
   John let Sammy feel the full effects of the enema for a few minutes
whilst he scolded her and slapped the backs of her thighs.  Then he had her
sit on the toilet.
   "Time to take it out now, Sammy!" he taunted.
   "WHAAAAAA!  DON'T PULL IT QUICK!" wailed Sammy.
   John took no notice and dragged the nozzle out.  Sammy shrieked and
humiliatingly voided herself.  John gave her a quick wipe and took her back
to the bedroom.  He wanted to enjoy his anal sex with Sammy in comfort.
   When they got back to the bedroom John took a long time examining his
little stepdaughter's gaping anus.  Sammy's delightful crying accompanied
his probing and stretching activities.  With the help of plenty of
lubrication he inserted his fingers deep into her, pulling his fingers
apart so he could see deep into her rectum.  Sammy groaned and squirmed as
she felt him touching her inside her bottom.  Then John coated his own
quivering penis with lubricant, sat on the edge of the bed and spread his
legs.
   "Come and sit in daddy's lap, Sammy!" he said, patting his thighs to
indicate where she should sit.
   "Bwaaaaaaaah!  Daddeeeeeeeey!  Don't do it hard!  Pweeeeeeease!" wept
Sammy as she backed up her little butt so it hovered over her stepdaddy's
willy.
   John feasted his eyes on the red inflamed little buttocks that floated
over his crotch.  He positioned his thick purple helmet his against Sammy's
anus.
   "Daddy wants you to put his willy in your bottom now, Sammy!  He wants
it to go all the way in!  Be a good girl and take it all or I'll spank you
with the big cane!" he said.
   "Waaaaaaah!  A-waaaaaaah!  I'll be good!" wailed Sammy and she sat down.
   John let out an ecstatic moan as his cock slid right up Sammy's anus
until her bottom cheeks touched his thighs.
   "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!" screamed Sammy as her stepdaddy's big adult willy
penetrated her.
   John grabbed her little hips and began to pound himself in and out of
her tight little bottom hole as her anal muscles rhythmically milked his
cock.
   Squish!  Squish!  Squish!  Squish!  Squish!
   The copious lubricant squeezed out of Sammy's tight hole as John pumped
into her.  She sobbed and shook as he used his cock to vigourously punish
her deep inside her bottom.  His breathing became fast and shallow as that
familiar feeling started in his balls and prostate; it was going to be so
big this time, he could tell.  He was shaking and he felt his cock go rock
solid.  He shouted with pleasure as his cock pulsed in Sammy's little
bottom, a few straggly jets of cum being squeezed out of his balls so soon
after his first huge orgasm.  He loved the way his cock looked huge
penetrating the tiny bottom and he watched it in wonder as the hole visibly
convulsed around it.
   When he'd finished his balls felt completely emptied.  He left the
sobbing child lying on her bed on her side.  Her huge gaping anus dribbled
sperm out over her red bottom cheek.  He left her wailing and feeling at
her sore hole and locked the door after him.  Then he slowly made his way
back to his and Kimmy's bedroom.
   When he opened the door the smell of wet pussy hit him.  Kimmy's eyes
were wide and the wand vibrator whined as she held it against her red sore
pussy.  She looked up at him with glassy eyes.
   "Twelve times!  You made me cum twelve times!" she moaned.
   She arched her back and gave a high pitched squeal as her pussy spasmed
again; John could actually see it opening and closing as Kimmy writhed on
the bed.  As she finished she crawled over to him and put her arms gently
around him.  They kissed with open mouths and tongues.
   "John," she said slowly, "I talked to my cousin today.  She's got two
girls who are four and six.  She says she can't afford to keep `em.  She
wants us to take `em `cause we've got money.  I said we'd only take spanked
kids.  She said that wasn't a problem an' they were plenty used to it. 
Then she told me to get on webcam.  Jeeze, she went an' fetched `em,
stripped `em naked an' spanked `em with this huge wooden spoon.  I mean,
when she'd finished, both their butts were real blistered!  I captured the
whole thing!  You can watch it all!  We can have `em if you like `em. 
That'll be four lil' butts for you to punish!"
   Kimmy looked down at John's cock; it had gone hard again.  She grabbed
the laptop and started the video.  John looked in delight as two tiny
little girls sobbed their hearts out as their big mother waved a massive
wooden spoon at them.  Kimmy swallowed his cock and started gagging and
choking on it.  John watched the mother take the first naked shrieking girl
over her knee for her spanking.  Kimmy's throat pleasured him as he enjoyed
seeing the mother bust her tiny little daughters' butts; he knew that Kimmy
was his perfect woman and would always keep their house well stocked with
little bottoms for him to punish.
   DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction not fact.  The two are very
different.
   
  
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