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THE BEST SPANKED LITTLE GIRL IN TOWN (MF/g, nc, spank, pedo, oral, anal)
   Paula examined herself in the hall mirror; a tall woman carrying a bit
of extra weight, smartly dressed, with slightly greying hair tied in a
tight bun looked back at her with a stern expression.  Paula nodded
approvingly; she had a reputation to uphold in the town and she intended to
do just that.  The hallway of the house was small and dimly lit, but
perfectly decorated and scrupulously clean.  Her eyes checked the paintwork
and found it to be perfectly smooth; her husband had done a good job with
that paintbrush, she thought.  She checked the clock; almost 9:30 morning.
She would need to set off soon to catch the bus into town for her Saturday
morning shop.
   "KATIE!" she called.
   Where was that child?  She looked at the second-hand on the clock; 30
seconds to go until 9:30.  She had said 9:30 to Katie and if she was even a
second late..., well, she would certainly regret it!
   There was a scampering of feet and her nine-year-old daughter quickly
walked down the stairs.  She didn't run or jump, no, she knew better than
that!  The girl's face was white and she looked fearfully up the clock. 
The second-hand ticked away the last of the minute.  Paula saw the relief
flooding her daughter's face.
   Paula's eyes critically examined her daughter from head to toe; face
washed, hair neatly tied in a pony tail, dress smart and just above knee
length, socks white and pulled up, shoes black and polished.  The little
girl looked every inch a well turned out young lady with her fair hair
pulled back in a pony tail, her pretty blue eyes, straight even teeth and
small well proportioned body.
   "Hands!" barked Paula.
   The white faced girl held out her hands and Paula checked they were
clean and that the nails had been scrubbed.
   "Knickers!" instructed Paula.
   Katie immediately lifted her dress up to reveal that she was wearing a
pair of tight white cotton knickers with a small cartoon cat on the front.
Paula couldn't help smiling slightly at the juxtaposition of the playful
cartoon cat with the fact that the knickers were so small and tight that
much of daughter's bulging hairless labia were on show.
   "Bottom!" Paula ordered.
   Katie spun around, bent over, flipped her dress up onto her back,
slipped the back of her knickers down to expose her bottom and then pulled
her buttocks wide apart to reveal her anus.  Paula bent forward and
examined her daughter's anus in detail; she could see it had been carefully
cleaned and even looked a little red from her daughter's vigorous efforts.
The tiny hole was surrounded by pink crinkled skin and around that a larger
circle of red stretched skin.  As her daughter's fingers dug into her
buttocks to keep them parted, Paula could almost smell the carbolic soap.
She nodded, satisfied.
   "Very good, Katie." she said, "We may make a proper young lady of you
yet."
   Paula checked the clock; 9:35, time to go.
   As they got off the bus in town, Paula checked her list; ah yes, they
needed to buy some new knickers for Katie; off to the clothes shop first.
Katie stood meekly in the girls clothing section as her mother looked at
the different knickers that were on special offer.  As always she was
looking for age six knickers, even though Katie was nine.  Katie hated
them; so tight and uncomfortable, always riding up into her bum and getting
dirty; then she'd get in trouble and Mummy would...
   "Paula, my dear!"
   Katie's thoughts were interrupted as a matronly voice greeted her
mother. She looked up and saw that it was Mrs Jones and her little daughter
Elspeth.  Katie immediately noticed how red Elspeth's eyes were and her
tell-tale puffy face.  She bit her lip; this wasn't going to be good.
   Paula looked up and saw her friend Susan with her daughter Elspeth in
tow.  She could immediately see that the six year old had been crying,
quite hard by the look of it.  She got that breathless feeling; it could be
a perfect start to the day.
   "Susan!  How lovely!" Paula responded and the two women embraced.
   Paula looked down at Elspeth.
   "Looks like someone got into trouble!" she remarked.
   "Oh yes!" Susan laughed, "Little-Miss-late-pants didn't eat her
breakfast in time, did she!"
   Susan moved closer to Paula for a more private word.
   "Gave her the spanking of a lifetime!  My hand's still stinging now!  I
bet her bum looks like a big red tomato!  I've got the wooden spoon out for
when we get back!  I'll teach her to never be late again!"
   "Yes, I'm sure you did a good job." said Paula, archly.
   Susan nodded, conspiratorially.
   "Would you like to see?" she offered, indicating the changing room.
   "I would be most interested." smiled Paula, accepting her friend's
gracious offer.
   The four of them squeezed into a changing room at the back of the shop.
Little Elspeth was told to hush her weeping sobs and that there was plenty
of wooden spoon waiting for her at home.  Naturally that had the effect of
making the little girl cry even more fearfully.  Susan busied herself
stripping off her daughter until Elspeth stood quite naked in front of the
three of them.  Elspeth was instructed to bend over and touch her toes and
the weeping child obediently presented her tiny bottom for inspection.
   Paula observed the small buttocks carefully.  Elspeth had indeed been
given a very good spanking.  Both of the child's bottom cheeks were as red
as a pillar box and had clearly been spanked hard and repeatedly over a
long period of time; maybe ten or fifteen minutes of continuous spanking,
wondered Paula.  The small bottom was nicely swollen; Paula noticed that
around the girl's flanks and down the backs of her thighs were big swollen
finger marks showing where her mother had worked hard to ensure a thorough
spanking.
   "Very good!" opinioned Paula, "Most encouraging!"
   Susan flushed with pride.
   "Oh, you think so?" she said.  "That's quite a compliment!  You know we
all look up to you for guidance."
   "Well," smiled Paula, full of her own conceited pride, "my Katie is The
Best Spanked Little Girl In Town, and I challenge anyone to find a better
spanked one!  When we get home I've got this huge three foot ruler waiting
for her.  By the time I've finished, she'll have welts from the top of her
bottom right down to her knees!"
   "Ooo, Paula!  You are strict!" said Susan in awe.
   "Yes, indeed I am!" crowed Paula, "Perhaps you'd like to see the results
at church tomorrow?"
   "Yes please!" Susan said, a little too quickly in her enthusiasm.
   Paula's invitation-only viewings of her daughter's spanked bottom were
legendary, with the girl stripped naked and made to adopt a variety of most
unladylike positions to show how the welts and blisters on her bottom
extended to her most intimate person.  Susan felt quite breathless at the
prospect.  Katie was less pleased.
   Tears had started to fall down the pretty nine-year-olds face and she
tugged at her mother dress.  Paula turned around, annoyed at having been
interrupted whilst examining the little six-year-olds bottom.
   "What is it, Katie?" she asked irritably.
   "Boo hoo!  But Mummy!  I *don't* want a spanking!  I *don't* want the
ruler!  I've been good!  I *don't* want to be The Best Spanked Little Girl
In Town!"
   Paula laughed and Susan joined in with her.
   "Oh Katie!" Paula said, putting her arm around her daughter, "Of course
you want to be The Best Spanked Little Girl In Town.  It's what makes you
special!  Think of all the fun you'll have showing off all your welts and
blisters to people!  And all that time we get to spend together when I'm
spanking you!  Of course you want to be The Best Spanked Little Girl In
Town!"
   "But Mummy!" Katie blubbered, holding her bottom and dancing from one
foot to the other, "I *don't* want to be spanked!  It really hurts when you
spank me!  I *don't* want to be The Best Spanked Little Girl In Town!"
   Paula turned to Susan and looked at her in exasperation.
   "Children!" she said, shaking her head.
   Susan nodded in agreement.
   As Paula left the clothes shop with a tearful Katie following her, she
checked her list again.  Next she needed to go to the hardware shop; her
husband had requested a new paintbrush.  They crossed the market square and
went into the shop.  The shop was small and poorly lit with a high centre
aisle.  Every available surface was hung with racks of equipment and
shelves of product.  Paula led the way down the shop to the paint section.
As they rounded the corner at the end of the aisle they almost fell over
another mother and daughter who were standing there.
   The mother was a little younger than Paula, but had a similar look about
her; smart and with her hair tied back in a short functional pony tail. 
Her daughter looked a year or two older than Katie and a little plumper. 
She had her dark hair held back from her round face by an alice-band and a
body that looked like it was just starting to develop; the points of her
little nipples clearly showed through the plain white blouse she was
wearing.  The short navy skirt she wore was finished by a thin black belt
with a silver buckle.  The girl's face was pulled tight in an expression of
pain and fear, her bottom lip was noticeably quivering and her eyes were
wide.
   The two women greeted each other happily.
   "Connie!  Why, how lovely!" said Paula, embracing the woman.
   Connie returned the short hug in happy surprise.
   "How are you?" continued Paula, "And how's little Kelly getting on?"
   Connie gave a throaty chuckle.
   "`Little' Kelly isn't so little any more!  Are you dear?  That big fat
bum of hers broke my paint stick when I was thrashing her last night. 
Didn't it darling?"
   "Mummeeeeey!" whined Kelly, going bright red.
   "Had to come out especially today to get a new one, didn't we?" scolded
Connie, indicating the selection of paint sticks on the shelf, "Hardly a
day goes by when I don't have to use it!  I hope you brought enough money
to buy this, Kelly, or we'll be having a `chat' about that when we get
home!"
   A tear welled up in Kelly's eye and began a slow journey down her cheek.
   "Don't tell me you didn't bring any money, Kelly!" Connie's low warning
voice sounded, "You broke my stick with your bottom, so you have to buy a
new one!"
   Kelly's first tear was joined by others.
   "Sniff!  Sniff" Mummy, please!  I didn't know!" she pleaded.
   "Just wait `till I get you home, young lady!  I'll teach you a lesson
about responsibility!" Connie barked.
   Paula grinned happily at the way her good friend dealt with her errant
daughter.
   "Gave her a good thrashing last night, then?" Broke the stick on her?"
she enquired.
   Connie turned to her friend, embarrassed.
   "Oh Paula!  How rude of me!  Of course, her bottom.  Bend over, Kelly!"
   The humiliated weeping girl bent over and touched her toes, a position
she was clearly used to adopting.  Connie calmly flipped the short skirt up
onto Kelly's back and pulled the tight pair of white cotton knickers down
to her daughter's knees.  The fat little cheeks were a black and yellow
mosaic with two tender blisters right on the girl's spank spots.
   "May I?" asked Paula.
   "Be my guest." grinned Connie.
   Paula reached out with both hands and began to maul the sensitive little
bottom cheeks that were so obediently presented to her.  Kelly howled at
the painful examination as her anus and pussy were intimately exposed. 
Paula took her time to take a good look at the girl's developing little
holes.  Not for the first time that morning she felt quite breathless and
this time a little tingly too.
   "If you carry on like this, I'll have some competition!" Paula remarked
kindly.
   "Do you hear that, Kelly?  You could be The Best Spanked Little Girl In
Town!" teased Connie.
   "Mummy!  Pleeeease!" I *don't* want to be The Best Spanked Little Girl
In Town!" wailed Kelly.
   Both ladies laughed.
   "Of course," Paula smiled, "I shall be using my heaviest lexan paddle on
Katie's bottom and thighs when we get home.  I expect we will have bruises
and blisters far in excess of this!"
   "Mummeeeeeeeeey!  wailed Katie in terror.
   "Now, my dear," said Paula, "you can't expect to be The Best Spanked
Little Girl In Town without some effort, can you?"
   "Boo hoo!  But Mummy!  I *don't* want to be The Best Spanked Little Girl
In Town!" Katie sobbed in exasperation, "I *don't* want a lexan spanking! I
*don't* want b...b...blisters!"
   "Now you listen to me, my girl!" said Paula, wagging her finger, "You
are The Best Spanked Little Girl In Town and that's the way it's going to
stay.  That little bottom of yours needs to keep up the pace, and I'm going
to make sure it does!"
   "Bravo!" interjected Connie, clapping her hands to applaud her friend's
firm stance.
   "Thank you, dear!" said Paula, taking a paintbrush off the shelf, "I
plan on Katie giving a little display at church tomorrow.  Consider
yourself invited."
   "Ooo, my dear!  How lovely!" said Connie, embracing Paula, her face
flushed at the exciting prospect.
   As Paula and Katie went to pay for the paintbrush they could see Connie
roughly pulling her daughter's knickers up and scolding her for not
bringing the money to pay for her new spanking paint stick.
   Paula and Katie left shop and Katie held her mother's hand.  She looked
up at her mother through her tears.
   "Sniff!  Boo hoo!  Please Mummy!" she wept, "Don't use the ruler and
paddle on me!  Boo hoo!  It's going to hurt too much!"
   Paula mulled over her little daughter's plea; it would certainly be a
very long and tearful session, but nothing that Katie's young bottom and
thighs couldn't take.
   "We'll talk about it when we get home." said Paula, not wanting to be
plagued by her daughter's whining pleas all morning.
   Paula checked her list; it was the chemists next for shampoo.  They went
to the shop and as Paula examined the different bottles on the shelf, Katie
stood sniffing back her tears, lost in her own world of fear of the
spankings to come and the humiliatingly explicit public display.
   The shop bell rang and a mother and her daughter walked in.  The mother
was a similar age and build to Paula.  Her daughter was a year or so
younger than Katie, but quite a plain girl compared with her.  The girl was
quite overweight too, much of which seem to have accumulated on her bottom
which was extraordinarily wide and protruded well behind her in a way that
noticeably pushed out the rear of the short cotton dress she wore.
   The mother's eyes narrowed as she saw Paula, it was not a friendly look.
   "Hello Jessica.  How are you?" said Paula, before Jessica could get a
word out first.
   "Very well, thank you.  And you?" responded Jessica, in an equally icy
tone.  "Just having to buy some more baby oil for Rebecca.  I used the last
of it when I was spanking her this morning.  We seem to get through loads
of it with the amount of times I spank her.  She'll soon be The Best
Spanked Little Girl In Town, won't you dear?" she said, addressing her
miserable child.
   Rebecca's big wide eyes looked up at her Mum.  Paula could see now how
red and swollen they were; a lot of tears had come out of those eyes very
recently, she surmised.
   "Mummeeeey!  Please!  I *don't* want to be The Best Spanked Little Girl
In Town!" her tiny voice warbled.
   It was a refrain that Paula knew only too well.
   "Just give her a little spanking, did you?" she goaded Jessica.
   Jessica stiffened, rising to the bait.
   "Certainly not!  She got a belting she'll remember for a long time!"
   Paula raised her eyebrows and nodded towards the consultation room.
   Jessica grabbed her daughter's hand and dragged the girl towards the
room as Paula followed with Katie obediently trailing behind them.  The
four crowded into the consultation room which was furnished simply with a
small table and two chairs.
   "Up on the table, Rebecca!  On your hands and knees, head down, bottom
up, legs apart!" Jessica ordered.
   Paula grudgingly admired Jessica's strict approach and Rebecca's
immediate response as the small child scrambled up onto the tabletop, bent
her face down and stuck her bottom up.  Jessica pulled Rebecca's dress
right back over the child's head so that to all intent and purpose she was
naked apart from the loose fitting knickers she wore.  The dark-red swollen
welts of the belting could already be seen emerging from the edges of the
child's knickers and covering her upper thighs and flanks.  Jessica proudly
pulled her daughter's knickers down to her knees.  Even Paula had to admit
that Jessica had done quite a job.  Her little daughter's bottom was a mass
of welts and blisters.  The baby oil had softened and sensitised the little
bottom ready for her mother's vigorous application of the belt, which had
clearly been long and hard.  Rebecca's fat bottom cheeks were parted and
Paula could see that the belt end had been repeatedly worked into her bum
crack and the child's pretty flower of an anus was red and swollen.
   "Impressive!" noted Paula.
   "I think so!" said Jessica, proudly.
   "Of course, you'd have got a much better result if you had mixed the
baby oil with glycerine." said Paula.
   "What!" Jessica exclaimed in annoyance.
   "Yes." continued Paula, sweetly, "Baby oil soon gets spanked away, but
if you mix it with glycerine it sticks around for so much longer, and hurts
a lot more, doesn't it dear?" she addressed Katie.
   "Sniff!  Yes, Mummy!  Katie unhappily agreed.
   Little Rebecca here will have to get used to baby oil and glycerine
spankings if she wants to be The Best Spanked Little Girl In Town.  Oh, and
if you check with the chemist he can supply them both in bulk, like I buy
mine.  That way you won't run out.  Why, only this afternoon Katie is
pencilled-in for a baby oil and glycerine spanking with my favourite strap.
You must try it; thick, polished, double-stitched leather, split down two
thirds of its length with a proper handhold.  That's what The Best Spanked
Little Girl In Town takes!"
   With her face still buried on the tabletop, Rebecca wailed.
   "Bwaaaaaah!  Pleeeeeease!  Nooooooo!  I *don't* want to be The Best
Spanked Little Girl In Town!"
   "Be quiet, child!" said Jessica, in a quiet fury, "Your little bottom is
going to be getting more strap and more baby oil and glycerine than you can
shake a stick at.  You *are* going to be The Best Spanked Little Girl In
Town!"
   Paula smiled and turned on her heel.  As she left the room she spoke
without looking back at Jessica.
   "Katie is going to be `on display' for a few Mums after church tomorrow.
Feel free to drop by and take a look!"
   Then, in a quieter voice, but quite loud enough for Jessica to hear, she
added, "See how it's done properly!"
   With satisfaction Paula heard a grunt of rage from behind her as she
closed the door.  Almost immediately there was the sound of a tremendous
smack followed by an almighty shriek from Rebecca.  Paula smiled as she
thought of the rather tempting position that Rebecca had been in when she
left and of how a very frustrated Mummy might be feeling the need to spank.
As Paula and Katie left, Rebecca's spanking was in full flow; the smacks
and screams and pleas echoed round the shop as the child's tiny, welted,
blistered bottom was reignited to a scalding furnace by her mother's hard
hand.
   As they closed the shop door behind them, and some of the noise of the
spanking abated, Paula realised that her daughter was crying properly now;
pitiful, deep, hiccupy sobs.
   "A-hurrrrrr!  A-hurrrrrrr !  I *don't* want the strap!  I *don't* want
the ruler!  A-hurrrr!  I *don't* want the b...baby oil!  I *don't* want the
paddle!  Bwaaaaah!  I *don't* want to be The Best Spanked Little Girl In
Town!"
   Paula sighed, took out her handkerchief and wiped her little daughter's
face.
   "Katie, stop that silly noise!  Lots of your girls your age want to be
The Best Spanked Little Girl In Town.  But it requires work and dedication.
Every time you think your little bottom can't take anymore, you have to
stick it right out and think of the honour of being The Best Spanked Little
Girl In Town!  Every day you can't sit down because your bottom hurts too
much, you have to content yourself with standing up and considering how
lucky you are to be The Best Spanked Little Girl In Town.  Now, we'll talk
about your spanking when we get home.  Why don't we go and get you some
cake and a milkshake?"
   "Sniff!  Sniff!  `Kay, Mummy!" whimpered Katie, slightly mollified at
her mother's conciliatory tone.
   As they entered the coffee shop, Paula saw her good friend Alice with
her young daughter Annie sitting at a far table.  Although, in fact, Alice
was sitting and Annie was standing up, with a miserable pouty look on her
face.  Paula was surprised to see that the small mouse-like girl was
dressed in jeans and a blouse; most unusually casual for a trip to town. 
With almost indecent haste, Paula dragged Katie over to them.
   Alice was younger than Paula, but married to a man much older than
Paula's husband.  Alice's husband was keen that his little eight-year-old
daughter be brought up with the most severe punishments and had asked Paula
to act as Alice's mentor.  The two women had become firm friends and any
rivalry between them was soft and teasing.
   The women embraced and sat down, Paula's eyes were glued to Annie who
had become quite agitated at the arrival of `Aunty' Paula.  Not surprising
given that `Aunty' Paula's arrival at her house was usually the prelude to
a long severe naked spanking with the two mothers whipping away at her
bottom until she couldn't sit down for a week.
   Alice stayed quite calm and called the waitress over so Paula and Katie
could order.  Finally, unable to bear the suspense, Paula cracked.
   "Well?" she said, looking at Alice and nodding towards her daughter.
   "Ah, yes!" said Alice, archly, "Annie had her first meeting with the
`big girl' cane last night, all three foot of it!  Not feeling like sitting
down today, are we?"
   "No, Mummy!" whispered the little girl, her face going a deep red.
   "Found out what happens when we say naughty words, didn't we?" continued
Alice.
   "Yes, Mummy!" sniffed Annie and a tear appeared.
   "Oh dear!  We can't have that!" Paula said, "What did she say, Mummy?"
   Alice leant over the table so her mouth next to Paula's ear.
   "Arse!" she whispered.
   "Disgraceful!" exclaimed Paula.
   "Disgusting!" agreed Alice, "She thought I couldn't hear her because she
was in her bedroom.  Didn't know I was standing outside it.  Especially
when it was *me* she was talking to herself about when she used that word!"
   "You!  Oh my gosh!" exclaimed Paula.
   Paula could well imagine her friends incensed outrage at such an
utterance.  Little Annie's punishment would have been long and severe.
   "What did you do?" she asked.
   "You mean after I'd stripped her naked and tied her over a chair?"
smiled Alice.
   Paula nodded.
   "Shall we go and see?" Alice offered.
   "Oh yes!" Paula's deep husky voice replied, revealing the tingling that
had set-in between her legs.
   "Annie, go to the toilet and get ready.  We will be in there in one
minute." Alice instructed.
   Red-faced and sniffing, the tearful girl departed to the toilets.  Alice
checked her watch and exactly a minute later she led the way to where the
toilets were situated, tucked away in an alcove.  They went into the ladies
washroom; Annie's crying led them directly to one of the cubicles.  Alice
opened the cubicle door.  There, kneeling on the closed toilet seat, with
her head down and bum pushed up and out was Annie.  She was completely
naked, her jeans and blouse hung from the coat hook and her sandals on the
floor.  The tightly bent position partially separated the child's buttocks
and pushed her puffy labia back between her legs; it was an enchanting
view.
   Paula stifled an involuntary gasp.  From the top of Annie's bottom to
just above her knees, there wasn't an inch that didn't have a thick,
purple, blistered line across it.  Annie's buttocks had been mercilessly
thrashed from different angles into an agonising cross-hatch.
   "Fifty strokes!" said Alice, proudly "It took us over an hour to get
there, didn't it, darling?"
   "Yes, Mummy!" wept Annie, her little bottom quivering at the memory.
   "Such a long time, to give my naughty little girl everything she
deserved for calling Mummy an "arse".  Isn't that right, dear?"
   "Boo-hoo!  Yes, Mummy!"
   "Of course, she screamed." sighed Alice, dramatically, "Screamed and
screamed.  Begged Mummy to stop!  Said she'd never be naughty again!  But
we didn't stop, did we, darling?  Not until your naughty botty had had all
fifty hard strokes of the cane?"
   "Boo-hoo!  No, Mummy!" confirmed Annie.
   "Oh, and don't forget, you're going to be getting the hairbrush at
bedtime every night this week.  Remind you to be good, won't it?  Sting a
bit with your little botty all messed up like this, won't it?"
   "Whaaaaaaaa!  Yes, Mummy!  Please, Mummy!  I'm sorry!  I'm sorreeeeeey!"
wept Annie.
   Alice bent forward and took hold of Annie's buttocks, pulling them wide
apart to show Paula her daughter's anus.  Paula felt all squiffy between
the legs.  Alice knew how much Paula enjoyed viewing Annie's little hole;
it was a perfect puckered little ring with tight red skin around it.  Paula
could imagine it all exposed and winking open and closed as the whippy cane
was applied to the screaming child's bottom.
   Paula's throat had gone quite dry.  She would have to do some work with
Katie to even match the state of Annie's bottom.  She looked over at Katie.
As Katie caught her mother's eye, the terrible realisation set-in.
   "No Mummy!  Please Mummy!  No!" she babbled, the tears streaming down
her face, "Don't!  Please!  I *don't* want to be The Best Spanked Little
Girl In Town!"
   "We have," Paula began, "this rather special cane at home.  It is made
of something called derlin.  It's thinner, much more flexible and heavier
than rattan.  When it spanks a little bottom, it's like having a red-hot
poker laid against it, isn't it Katie?"
   "A-hurrrrr!  A-hurrrrr!  No!  Please!  Not the derlin!  Pleeeeeeeeease!"
   "The advantage of derlin," Paula continued, "is that with a derlin rod
being thinner, you can fit more strokes in the same area.  I don't wonder,
if Katie and I tried really hard, that we couldn't find room for over a
hundred strokes on her bottom and the backs of her legs.  What do you
think, darling?"
   "Whaaaaaaaaa!  Mummeeeeeey!  A hundred!  With the derlin!  Nooooooo! 
Pleeeeeeeeease!  I can't!  Pleeeeeeeease!"
   "But darling, you do want to be The Best Spanked Little Girl In Town,
don't you?"
   "Nooooooooo!  I *don't* want to be the The Best Spanked Little Girl In
Town!  I *don't* want the lexan!  I *don't* want a hundred strokes! 
Mummeeey!  Pleeeease!" Katie wailed in desperation.
   Paula shook her head uncomprehendingly and turned to Alice.
   "Children just don't know what's good for them!" she sighed.
   Alice nodded understandingly, looking at her own daughter's bottom and
considering which of her collection of hairbrushes she would use on it
tonight.
   Paula checked her watch.  It was later than she thought and time to be
catching the bus home.
   "Church tomorrow?" she asked.
   "Yes, I'll see you there." smiled Alice, "Is Katie going to be `on
display' afterwards?"
   "Of course!" smiled Paula.
   The two friends embraced goodbye and Paula left Alice helping Annie's
sore bottom and legs back into her jeans.
   Katie cried all the way home on the bus.  Paula had to take her upstairs
away from the other passengers.  Katie's miserable crying and the prospect
of a long, extremely severe punishment session with her naked little
daughter cavorting about, her anus and pussy on intimate display, was
having its usual effect on Paula; her pussy throbbed incessantly.  She
hoped to goodness that the wetness haven't seeped through her knickers and
marked her skirt.
   When they got back home, Paula's husband Eric was waiting.  He'd made a
light lunch for them.  As he opened the door the miserable wails of his
daughter greeted him as they trooped inside.
   "Is there going to be a spanking?" he asked eagerly.
   His question was met by a blubbering incoherent stream from Katie of
which the words "lexan", "ruler", "baby oil", "derlin", "one hundred
strokes", "strap" and "don't want" seemed to make regular appearances.
   Eric reached down and rubbed his penis through his trousers.  He could
feel it getting hard at just the sight of his daughters panic.  He loved
spanking her and watching her being spanked.
   "But Katie," he said, showing her the growing tent in his trousers,
"being The Best Spanked Little Girl In Town requires dedication and
persistence.  I know it's going to hurt a lot, but think of how important
being The Best Spanked Little Girl In Town is!"
   "Boo hoo!  But Daddeeeeey!" wailed Katie, "I *don't* want to be The Best
Spanked Little Girl In Town!  I *don't* want to!  I *don't* want to!  I
*don't* want to!  Whaaaaaaaaaaa!"
   "Katie, go to your room and get undressed!" ordered Paula.
   Her weeping daughter turned to her husband.
   "Boo hoo!  Please, Daddy!  Will you be coming up?" she asked a little
hopefully.
   Eric turned to his wife.  Paula nodded; he was such a good husband, he
deserved his little rewards.
   "I'll come up and we can have a little chat, darling." Eric confirmed.
   "Sniff!  Boo hoo!  `Kay, Daddy!" Katie sniffed and slowly started
climbing the stairs.
   As she disappeared from sight, Paula grabbed Eric and the couple began
to kiss passionately.  Paula's hand slid down the front of Eric's trousers
and took hold of his cock whilst his hand went up her skirt finding her
sopping wet pussy.
   "Wait `till you see what I'm going to do to her bum!" moaned Paula, "She
won't be sitting for weeks!"
   "Oh God!" moaned Eric, "You know how compliant she is when her bum's
like that!  She'll do anything rather than take her bedtime spanking!"
   "This thing's going to be very busy then, isn't it?" said Paula,
squeezing Eric's cock.
   "And what about this thing?" said Eric, fingering his wife's pussy.
   "Oh yes!  I'm sure she'll be taking care of that too!" smouldered Paula,
"You go upstairs and I'll get things ready down here.  You can let her off
the ruler spanking if you like.  Nobody at Church tomorrow will notice by
the time I've finished with her bum."
   She watched her husband scoot upstairs; she'd give him fifteen minutes
and then go up if he wasn't finished.  She began to busy herself preparing
the sitting room for Katie's spanking.
   Eric reached the door to his daughter's bedroom.  His cock jerked with
excitement.  Katie would be desperate to prove how good she was being to
avoid her bottom being hurt.  He couldn't wait to tell her that a whole
part of her spanking was on offer; she would do anything for that!
   He opened the door.  The curtains were drawn and Katie was sitting naked
on the bed facing him.  Her heels were drawn up next to her bum and her
knees were splayed wide apart so her hairless little pussy gaped open, the
pink inner lips, vaginal hole and hooded clit all on display.  Katie's
hands were holding her buttocks tightly and pulling them apart so her pink
little anus was displayed.  Her tearful eyes looked up at him.
   "Sniff!  Sniff!  P...please Daddy!  I'll be so good!  Mummy's going to
spank me so bad!  C...can you talk to her, please?"
   Eric's cock was rock hard and throbbed angrily as his delightfully
displayed little daughter offered her tiny body to him.
   "What if I talked to Mummy and asked her not to give you the whole of
your ruler spanking?" he asked.
   He watched her eyes grow wide with surprise and hope.
   "The whole of it?" she asked eagerly.
   "Yes." Eric smiled, "But you'd have to be `especially good'!"
   He saw the fear sweep over her face as she turned to look at her
wardrobe.
   "Especially good!" she mumbled tearfully.
   "Yes, especially good." Eric confirmed and also looked meaningfully at
her wardrobe.
   "The whole ruler spanking?" she asked, as if trying to weigh up the
options in her mind.
   "The whole ruler spanking." Eric said.
   "Sniff!  `K...'kay, Daddy!" Katie whimpered.
   She got off the bed and went to her wardrobe.  She opened the door and
took out a plastic bucket that sat on the bottom shelf where she kept her
shoes.  Inside the bucket was thick plastic sheeting.  Eric watched his
daughter miserably start to lay out the sheeting so half of it was on her
bed and the other half was on the floor in front of it.  A long sloppy blow
job from his nine-year-old daughter, with her crying and retching over him
as his thick cock repeatedly gagged her throat and she fingered and played
with his anus, was something he always looked forward to.  He began to
eagerly strip his clothes off.
   Eric climbed onto his daughter's bed and sat with his knees drawn up and
parted, his bottom at the edge of the bed.  Katie looked at the terrifying
sight; her father's huge thick willy sticking straight out at her, the big
shiny purple helmet fully exposed with the loose skin at the top peeled
back.  His big hairy balls hung underneath and below that his big adult
bottom that was covered with hair, even into the crack.  Katie put the
bucket under her Daddy's balls; she knew she would be using it a lot when
she was being `especially good' for Daddy.
   Katie reached forward and parted her father's buttocks.  His anus was a
big wrinked purple hole.  She stuck her face into his bottom and began to
noisily lick at the purple fleshy skin that surrounded his anus.
   Eric moaned softly as his little daughter's tongue expertly rimmed him.
Loud sucking noises came as she rubbed her lips over his hole, slurping up
the hot saliva she was depositing there.  Her tongue slipped into his hole
and she began to eat his ass in earnest.  When Eric couldn't stand the ache
in his cock any longer, he pulled Katie's head up by her hair.  The girl's
wet tear and saliva soaked face appeared from between his bottom cheeks.
   "It doesn't count unless you touch my balls with your tongue!" he
reminded her.
   "Boo hoo!  Y..yes, Daddy!  I have to t...touch your b...balls with my
tongue!" she sobbed.
   Katie took hold of his cock at the base and guided his helmet towards
her mouth.  She opened her mouth and took the whole of his helmet in it. 
Her hand vigorously rubbed the loose skin up and down his shaft and her
tongue flicked constantly over his sensitive tip and round the bottom edge
of his helmet.
   Eric was in heaven as Katie's lips worked up and down over helmet ridge,
slurping and dribbling as she did so.  Eric put his hand on the top of
Katie's head.  Her frightened eyes came up to meet his.  Eric's cock
twitched; it was time for a far stricter lesson to begin.
   "GAAAAAAAAAAAARK!  GAAAAAAAAAAAARK!"
   Katie's low guttural retching as Eric's cock descended down into her
tight gripping throat was music to his ears.  His young daughter slipped
her father's cock up and down her throat for a few seconds before she
pulled it out and copiously used the bucket.  A moment later she opened her
mouth and stuck his cock down her throat again.  Eric watched his daughter
lips slide down his whole length until they touched the very base.  Her
mouth opened and he felt the tip of her tongue lapping at his balls.
   "GURRRRRRRRPH!  GRAAAAAAAAAK!" she sang as the full length of father's
cock filled her throat.
   She used to bucket again, this time with her father's cock still
embedded in her throat, remembering all the time to keep her head moving up
and down so his willy was rubbed by her throat just the way he liked it. 
She stuck her fingers into her Daddy's bottom hole and began to twist them
about; he liked that too.
   "GAK!  GAK!  GAK!  GAK!  GAK!" the sticky throat sounds came as his cock
slipped up and down her throat.
   She felt his hand on her head again and she slowly forced the whole of
this length down into her throat, opening her mouth to stick her tongue out
to lick his balls.
   "GUUUUUUUUUUUURPH!"
   She used the bucket again as Daddy's excited willy twitched and jumped
in her throat.
   Eric looked up, right into the smiling face of his wife, as his daughter
carried on her noisy messy deep throating.
   "It's been fifteen minutes, darling!" she said, "Katie dear, we need to
finish Daddy off now!"
   Katie whined in fear; even with her Daddy's cock down her throat her
parents heard her protest.  She knew Mummy's way of getting her to finish
Daddy off and hated it with a vengeance.
   "That's right, darling!" purred Paula, "A super-fast throat job for
Daddy!  I'll help you!"
   Paula grabbed Katie's head in both hands and shook her daughter's head
back and forth so her husbands fat cock pistioned up and down her throat at
a terrific pace.
   "GAK!-GAK!-GAK!-GAK!-GAK!-GAK!-GAK!-GAK!" Katie's throat went.
   "OH GOD!  OH YES!" moaned Eric loudly.
   Paula redoubled her efforts, making her daughter's throat take even
longer lengths of her husband's cock harder and faster.
   "I'M GOING TO CUMMMMMMMMM!" wailed Eric, as his body stiffened.
   Eric felt his cock explode into Katie's throat, pumping spurt after
spurt of sperm into her.  He writhed and moaned as the most intense
pleasure racked his body.
   When Paula finally removed Katie's mouth from her father's cock, she
immediately put her head in the bucket and began retching miserably.
   Paula observed the mess.
   "Eric, take Katie with you and have a shower with her.  Then you can
bring her downstairs.  You might as well stay naked yourself; I'm sure
you'll enjoy it more that way."
   Five minutes later, Eric arrived downstairs in the sitting room with his
sobbing naked little daughter.  Paula had put the various chairs and sofas
in their punishment positions, restraining straps had been fastened to bits
of furniture and the punishment implements were laid out on the coffee
table.  Katie let out a frightened warble; Mummy was going to whip her
bottom to shreds with all those things!"
   Paula saw with delight that her husband's cock was already semi-erect;
the result she was sure of an intimate shower with his compliant little
daughter.  No doubt rude adult fingers had explored tight little holes and
a certain little miss had been obliged to slowly and teasingly soap up her
father's most intimate areas.
   Eric pointed towards the yard long ruler that Paula had placed on the
coffee table.  Wrapped around a nine inch length at one end was black
electrical-tape forming a handle.  Paula could wield it doubled-handed with
tremendous force.  It soon produced the most amazing welts and deep
bruising.
   "I don't think we'll be needing that, dear." Eric said.
   Paula feigned surprise.
   "But darling, I said I would ruler her!" she said in mock protest.
   "I had a little chat with Katie and I don't think she needs the ruler."
Eric confirmed.
   Paula nodded dutifully and removed the ruler; after all, she reasoned,
he was such a good husband he was entitled to enjoy his little daughter.
   "T...thank you, Daddy!" Katie said.
   Her voice spoke of an open promise of more little girl sex treats for
her Daddy, gratefully offered in return for reduced spankings.
   Paula picked up the lexan paddle; a five inch by three inch rectangle
with half inch holes drilled at regular intervals and mounted on a four
inch handle.  Paula sat on the sofa.
   "Come here, darling!" she said, beckoning Katie.
   The little girl sobbed her way over to her impending appointment with
the paddle.  Her short little steps trying to make the journey to her
mother last as long as possible, but as soon as she was in range her mother
grabbed her arm and hauled her over her lap.
   "Don't dawdle, girl!" barked Paula, her pussy on fire as the little
bottom finally poked itself up over her lap.
   Paula clamped her right leg over both of Katie's legs and bent Katie
further over her left knee.  The child's bottom was thrust out and her legs
trapped.  Paula took hold of Katie's wrists with her left hand and began to
rub the paddle over Katie's bottom.
   "Now Katie, I want you to remember that this is for your own good. 
You've been The Best Spanked Little Girl In Town for years and I'm not
going to throw away all the work we've done together!"
   Katie wailed in frustration.
   "But Mummy," she began, "I *don't* want to be..."
   But it was too late.
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   Paula began to vigorously spank her little daughter's bottom with the
paddle.  She had a lot of work to do to catch up with what the other
mothers had done to their own little children's bottoms.  But it was work
that Paula loved; every time the paddle made thick meaty contact with her
shrieking daughter's solid bottom cheeks, Paula felt a delightful little
spasm in her own pussy.  It was almost as if she were wanking herself by
spanking her little daughter.  She dreaded to think of the mess her
knickers were in.
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEE!  MUMMEEEEEEEEY!  IT HURTS!" howled Katie, her little
bottom bucking and twisting.
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   Katie's bottom was getting nice and red and her Mummy warmed to her
task.
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   The fat little cheeks of Katie's bottom wobbled as they flattened and
bounced back.  Her body twisted as she tried to tear her hands away from
her mother's vice like grip in an effort to put them over the bottom as
some form of miserable protection.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  STOOOOOOOOOP!  MUMMEEEEEEEEY!  IT'S BURNING!" she
squealed.
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   Paula loved the way Katie screamed and pleaded when she was being
spanked.  Her daughter's angry red bottom was starting to show the round
marks from the holes in the paddle.  Paula began to work the paddle on the
backs of Katie's thighs.
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!  NOT THERE!  IT HURTS!  MUMMEEEEEEEY! 
EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" squealed her little daughter.
   Paula grinned with pleasure as she thrashed Katie's bottom.  Oh yes,
when she'd finished this afternoon everyone would know that Katie was The
Best Spanked Little Girl In Town.
   The heavy lexan paddle soon had the screaming child's bottom starting to
blister and Paula let Katie up to dance about for them.  The squealing girl
was in the world of her own as she jigged in circles, squeezing and pulling
at her blistered bottom cheeks.  Paula saw that Eric's cock was fully
erected again and was bobbing up and down as it twitched with excitement.
   "We'll have her over the sofa for the strap." Paula instructed her
husband, "I'm going to oil her up, so we'll need the towels."
   Eric fetched some towels and laid a double thickness over the back of
the sofa.  He turned the sofa around so that the seat faced the wall and
the back of the sofa faced out into the room.  Eric knelt on the sofa seat.
   "Over the back of the sofa, Katie!" Paula ordered.
   Still rubbing and holding her ravaged bottom cheeks the howling child
stumbled over to the back of the sofa in front of where her father was
kneeling.  She held out her arms to him.  Eric grabbed her arms and hauled
her up over the back of the sofa so the back of the sofa supported her
tummy and her legs kicked free.  Katie turned her head and tearfully looked
up at her Mummy.
   "Whaaaaaaa!  Mummy!  Please!  Not the strap!  Not the oil! 
Pleeeeeease!" she wept.
   She turned back to face her naked father.
   "Bwaaaaaaaah!  Owieeeeeeeee!  It hurts!  Please Daddy!  I'll kiss your
willy every night!  Just make it stop!  Pleeeeeeeeease!"
   Paula admired the way her daughter's little red bottom was presented at
adult waist height and her feet kicked about showing off her tiny holes in
a most exciting way.  It was an excellent position for a sound strapping,
she thought.  She laid another towel on the floor under where her daughter
was and then fetched an old washing-up liquid bottle filled with her
special mix of baby oil and glycerine.  She squeezed it over the red
blistered bottom, smearing it over the surface and down the backs of
Katie's legs.
   "Whaaaaaaaaaa!  Boo hoo!  Not oil!  Not oil!  Pleeeeeeease!" begged
Katie, "It hurts!  It's going to hurt!  Don't!  Bwaaaaaaaaah!  I'll do
anything!  Pleeeeeeease!"
   Paul's pussy throbbed incessantly.  Katie's bottom and the backs of her
legs glistened with the transparent sheen of oil.  Paula wiped her hands on
a towel to get the oil off and then picked up the leather strap.  It was a
proper old tawse.  Paula had bought it in an auction when a local private
girls school had closed down.  She liked to imagine the countless bottoms
and hands the strap had thrashed over the years.  Katie had a terrible fear
of it; the bottom two thirds of the strap was split into two half inch wide
tails which had an almost uncanny ability to flick into Katie's most
private places and leave the most devastatingly painful welts behind. 
Paula drew back the strap to shoulder height; this was going to be a long
and thorough strapping.
   THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!
   The heavy supple leather bit into Katie's tender little bottom like a
swarm of angry bees, its tales flicking madly into her bum crack and onto
the rear of her labia.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!" Katie's screams filled the room.
   THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!
   Katie's madly kicking legs opened up so the strap could spank her right
on her bum hole and pussy.
   THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  NOT THERE!" she screamed as her genitals were welted.
   THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!
   Paula started working the strap down the backs of Katie's legs, the
strap wrapping itself around the kicking little limbs as the oil flew off
in a fine mist.
   THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  YAAAAAAAAAAH!  NOOOOOOOOO!" shrieked Katie as her
nine-year-old bottom and thighs were turned into red welted mounds of
agony.
   THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!
   Paula strapped her daughter slowly and carefully until the welts merged
into one fearsome red purple tight swollen seething mass that covered her
bottom and the backs of her legs from her bottom to her knees.  Only then
did she signal to her husband to lower their daughter off the back of the
sofa.
   The screaming child jumped and skipped as if at some mad disco; her
bottom twitched and gyrated as she frantically clasped at the swollen
flesh.
   "IT HURTS!  IT HURTS!" she shrieked as drool and snot flew off her
contorted red face as she flailed about.
   Paula gave Eric's cock a perfunctory rub; she thought he was doing a
very good job not to wank himself off at the unbelievably exciting sight of
their daughter's bare bottomed prancing.
   "One hundred strokes with the derlin." Paula mused, "She'll need to be
restrained for that."
   "What about kneeling on the stool, bent over the dining table?"
suggested Eric, "We could fasten her calves to the stool and tie her wrists
to the other side of the table."
   "Brilliant!" agreed Paula, "And we can put a few pillows under her tummy
to stick her bum up and under her face so she doesn't bash it."
   In only a few minutes Katie was kneeling on the stool and bent over the
table, her wrists were bound with Velcro tape and pulled out until her body
lay flat on the pillows.  Velcro tape was wrapped around her legs, just
behind her knees, and around the seat of the stool.  Her bottom was thrust
out and the backs of her thighs bulged out begging for their share of the
swishy derlin rod.
   "Eeeeeeeeeeeee!  No!  No!  No!" Katie begged hoarsely, "Take me
upstairs! Use me!  I beg you!  Anything!  I'll do anything!  Both of you!
Whatever you want!  Pleeeeease!  Don't!"
   Paula held the derlin rod with a reverence.  It was very thin, almost
like a whip, but weightier and stiffer, like a cane.  Its bite was like a
needle going in and it left a thin white blistered line that burnt for days
after.  She'd show them all at church who The Best Spanked Little Girl In
Town was!
   Paula whipped the derlin rod into Katie's bottom.
   WHUP!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Katie's piercing shriek cut through Paula,
straight to her pussy.
   WHUP!  WHUP!  WHUP!  WHUP!  WHUP!
   "NYAAAAAAAAAA!  YAAAAAAAAAH!  AAAAAAAAAAAAH" Katie howled, her bottom
twisting as she bucked against the edge of the table.
   Paula began to methodically work the rod down Katie's bottom, taking her
time to get the marks as close together as possible.  Her daughter
serenaded her good work as she screamed with unprecedented ferocity at the
previously unknown level of pain that her mother was firmly administering
to the bottom.
   WHUP!  WHUP!  WHUP!  WHUP!  WHUP!  WHUP!  WHUP!  WHUP!  WHUP!  WHUP!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  A-YAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Katie shrieked.
   Paula worked the derlin rod over the fat sit-down parts of Katie's
bottom where the lexan paddle had blistered her.  Her shrieking daughter
seemed to take off as her blisters were caned.  Paula's pussy gushed juice
as the little bottom juddered and flexed.
   Paula managed to fit thirty scalding strokes of the rod onto Katie's
bottom and then she started down the backs of Katie's thighs.  As the backs
of Katie's little thighs got their share the child's shrieks redoubled. 
Paula carried on applying the rod.  When Paula finely reached the backs of
Katie's knees, she had delivered ninety strokes.  Ten left to go; Paula
selected the lower chubby part of Katie's bottom where it met her thighs.
   WHUP!  WHUP!  WHUP!  WHUP!  WHUP!  WHUP!  WHUP!  WHUP!  WHUP!  WHUP!
   As the thin rod worked over the blistered lines it had made before,
Katie arched up as much as her tied hands would allow and let out a scream
that made Paula's pussy almost cum.  She looked over at Eric, just in time
to see his cock emit a squirt of pre-cum.  Paula stood back and admired her
daughter's ruined bottom.  She could almost hear the gasps of amazement and
congratulatory words, some heartfelt, some begrudging.  There would be no
one who could doubt now that her daughter was indeed The Best Spanked
Little Girl In Town.
   Eric was undoing Katie's restraints, his stiff cock bobbing about madly.
As Katie was released she jumped about, her hands pawing at her bottom. 
Her parents were treated to her outraged howls as she felt what her mother
had done to her.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEE!  MY BUM!  EEEEEEEEEEEE!  IT'S ALL HURT!" she howled.
   "Go upstairs!" ordered Paula.
   Katie turned and ran up the stairs; her bedroom door slammed behind her.
   Paula grabbed the husband's cock and rubbed it as they kissed
passionately.
   "Why don't you go up and spend some time with Katie?" Paula encouraged,
slowly wanking him so there would be no misunderstanding.
   "I'll go up now." Eric said, his cock feeling like it would burst.
   Paula followed Eric upstairs and went on to their bedroom.  She pulled
her clothes off and in the few seconds was naked.  She grabbed her biggest,
most powerful, vibrator and plugged it in.  Then she lay back on the bed,
teasing her soaking engorged pussy with the tip of the vibrator.  Any
moment now the `Eric and Katie show' would begin.  The wall between Katie's
bedroom and her parents' was paper-thin and Paula would be able to hear
everything.  She knew that after what Eric had just witnessed he would want
to be rough with Katie.  She loved listening to Eric giving their daughter
a good seeing-to and she knew he was so excited he'd take her up the anus.
She shuddered at the thought and slipped the tip of the vibrator into her
pussy.
   Eric went into his daughter's bedroom; Katie was lying face down on her
bed, sobbing.  She turned to look at him as he walked in.
   "Oooo!  Boo hoo!  My bottom hurts so much, Daddy!  Don't hurt me
anymore!" she wept.
   Eric didn't say anything, but went over to Katie's bedside drawer and
took out a tube of lubrication gel.
   "Whaaaaaaaa!  No!  Not my botty!" wailed Katie, as she saw her father
begin to lubricate his hard excited adult penis.
   "You want to be friends with Daddy, to make him feel nice, don't you?"
insisted Eric.
   "Boo hoo!  Please Daddy!  Don't put it in my botty!" wept Katie.
   The idea of her father pounding into her, his rough body scraping
against her poor agonised bottom was too much for Katie and she began to
plead desperately.
   "Boo hoo!  My bummy's too sore!  Whaaaaaa!  Use my mouth, Daddy!  Use my
wee-hole!  Boo hoo!  You can use my wee-hole all week, and my mouth too! 
Please Daddy!  Pleeeeeeeeeease!"
   "Katie, get on your hands and knees and stick your bottom out!" command
Eric.
   Katie scrambled to obey her father.  When he used his strict voice, she
knew he wasn't messing about.  She wept miserably; he must be really mad
with her to use his strict voice; that meant he was going to give her a
real punishment bumming.
   "Bwaaaaaaaah!  Daddy, pleeeeeeease!" she wailed as she dipped her back
and stuck her bottom out, "Don't give me a punishment bumming!"
   "You deserve one!" said Eric gruffly as his little daughter presented
her cute tiny little anus to him.
   "Eeeeeeeeeee!  No...no...no!" wailed Katie as she felt her father's
thick cock pushing against reluctant little sphincter.
   "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
   Katie's howl echoed round the house as Eric thrust up her.  In the next
room Paula turned her vibrator onto full power and rammed it up her pussy.
   Eric rhythmically thrust his cock into his daughter's bottom, pulling
the whole length out, until just his helmet was left in her, and then
thrusting back in.  Katie wailed at the double punishment of the massive
thing stretching her anus and her father's thighs slapping and grinding
against her thrashed bottom.
   After a few minutes of this delightful practice, Eric decided he fancied
a change.  He sat on the bed and had Katie stand between his legs with her
back to him and then lower her bottom onto his hard cock.  Then he sat back
and let Katie bounce up and down on his cock.  The odd stern pinch of her
welted blistered bottom was quite enough to make the weeping little girl
bounce as quickly as she could until she looked just like a demented little
jack-rabbit.
   As Eric watched his daughter's red, swollen, marked little bottom moving
up and down on him, his cock disappearing into that tiny tight hole, and
feeling the hot squeezing pressure of her anus milking him, he felt his
orgasm approaching.  He grabbed her buttocks and began to squeeze and maul
them.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  YEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!" Katie screamed.
   "Faster!  Faster!  Go faster!" Eric panted as he squeezed Katie's
blisters for emphasis.
   "WHAAAAAAAAAA!  AAAAAAAAAAH!" shrieked Katie and she shook her bottom up
and down at an unbelievable speed to satisfy her demanding parent.
   Paula pumped the vibrator in and out of her pussy, silently urging Eric
to be rougher.
   Katie's anus slammed up and down Eric's cock as he pinched her thick
cane welts.
   "Faster!  Make me cum!" he ordered.
   Katie desperately waggled and twisted her bottom in an effort to give
her Daddy's willy more friction in her bottom hole.  She howled with the
pain and effort of satisfying him, the sweat dripping off her body.
   "YES!  YES!  YESSS!  LIKE THAT!" roared Eric, as he felt his cock and
balls tightening.
   Katie's bottom did the fastest wriggliest dance it had ever done in her
father's lap as her tiny anus milked his huge adult cock.
   "I'M GOING TO CUM!" shouted Eric, as his body heaved under Katie.
   "YESSSSSSS!" he moaned and his cock began squirting cum.
   Eric moaned and shook as his cock continued to spurt his cum out.  His
orgasm was exquisite, almost painful, having already cum so thoroughly
earlier.
   He collapsed back onto the bed, panting and still grinding his cock into
his wailing daughter's bottom.  He always enjoyed his post-orgasm time
still embedded in his daughter's anus, slowly moving his cock about in her,
making sure that every last drop of sperm had been squeezed out.
   Finally he pulled out and went to the door.  Katie was lying on her side
on the bed howling and holding her bottom cheeks apart so the cool air
could get to her punished hole.  Eric could see his sperm starting to
dribble out of her.  He opened the bedroom door and was confronted by Paula
who was standing there naked.  His wife had a huge strap-on cock fastened
around her waist.  The big vein ridged pole was fluorescent pink.  Paula
smiled at him.
   "Is her bottom hole opened up for me?" she asked.
   Eric smiled at her and let his wife pass into the room, the strap-on
waving about in front of her.  He left the room, closing the door behind
him and put his ear against the door.
   "Look Katie, darling!  Mummy's got a present for you!" he heard his wife
say.
   "Whaaaaaaaaaa!  Mummeeeeeeey!  Nooooooooo!  Not in my bottom! 
Pleeeeeeeeease!  Nooooooooooooo!"
   There was the sound of squeaking bedsprings as his wife organised
Katie's bottom into a position to take the big strap-on, then an odd fleshy
windy noise as a tiny bottom hole received something big and hard.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
   Katie's screams began again as his wife enjoyed herself strictly
disciplining their young daughter.  Eric began to wonder if it wasn't time
to introduce Katie to a new concept; The Best Anally Punished Little Girl
In Town.  His cock gave a little twitch; yes, that was definitely one worth
thinking about.
   DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction not fact.  The two are very
different.
   
  
The Best Spanked Little Girl In Town