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WHEN SATURDAY COMES (MF/gg, nc, spank, pedo, oral, anal)
   The thin nursery came whipped into the child's bare bottom where it came
to a juddering halt; another meaty thwack sounded around the classroom. 
Caroline jumped up from her position of touching her toes and clamped her
hands to her scalded bottom.  She danced about, oblivious to the fact that
she was naked from the waist down and her vest and blouse had been rolled
up under her armpits.  As her squeals and sobbing filled the room, the
other kids giggled at her antics.  Many of the boys watched spellbound as
the naked little girl showed off her private parts.
   The sun glinted through the chalk dust and shone on the 1957 calendar.
Ron Alinson flexed the cane and waited for the child to finish her
humiliating display.  There would be no pity for Caroline, no parental
protection; she was just another naughty little ten-year-old being caned in
front of class, probably one of dozens at that exact point in time.
   Mr Alinson watched Caroline with a sly smile.  The child was beautifully
proportioned for spanking; her straight brown hair was cut an inch or so
below her shoulders and was held back from her face with a simple
alice-band.  Her face was round and pretty with a tendency to go bright red
the moment she was in trouble.  Her body was slim, with the exception of a
large protruding bottom, the cheeks of which jutted out behind her.  Right
now that poor protruding bottom had three livid red lines across it and was
being feverishly rubbed by its little owner.  Mr Alinson loved watching the
kids do that; they didn't seem to care that it pulled their tiny cheeks
apart and showed teacher their bum holes.  Mr Alinson's cock was hard
against stomach as it always was when he was spanking children.
   "Touch your toes, Caroline!  Halfway there!" he announced.
   The weeping child obediently turned to face teacher's desk and bent over
double, touching her toes.  Her bottom poked out at the class; everyone
could see the little slit between her legs and, as her bottom cheeks
slightly parted, where the pink skin around her anus started.  Mr Alinson
landed another whistling stroke right across the fattest part of Caroline's
little bum.  Once again everyone was treated to Caroline's shrieking and to
her explicit genital display.
   It took another five minutes for Mr Alinson to deliver the remaining two
strokes.  He noticed that three of the boys had their hands down their
pants and were happily masturbating.  As usual, Susan Brown's hand was in
her knickers and her face was a hot red as her stubby fingers gave her
little baby clit a good workout.  Charlotte Smith, on the other hand, was
in tears.  Mr Alinson had had a little note from Charlotte's mum that
morning asking him to refrain from spanking her for the day.  Apparently
her parents had something of a discipline party planned for their daughter
that evening where, in the company of good friends and their other naked
snivelling daughters, Charlotte's bottom would be reduced to a blistered,
welted mess.  Mr Alinson looked forward to tomorrow where, in private at
breaktime, he would inspect the damage and Charlotte would be required to
tell him all the lurid details.
   Mr Alinson looked down at the blubbering little girl in front of him,
still rubbing her bottom and hopping about; she looked so lovely.  He
picked up her skirt and knickers off his desk and held them up.
   "I'll keep these for now, Caroline.  You go and sit down like that.  You
can have these back at break."
   The poor girl danced back to her wooden desk and sat down.  She wailed
and immediately lifted her bottom off the seat.  The rest of the class
laughed at her silliness; even Mr Alinson smiled at her reaction.
   "Sit still at that desk, girl!" he ordered, "When I tell `your father'
about this tonight, you'll be getting lots more!"
   The whole class laughed uproariously at the `in joke' as Caroline wailed
miserably at the terrible prospect.  Mr Alinson wagged his finger at the
class.
   "And let that be a lesson to any of you who is thinking of dropping
their pencil on the floor whilst I'm teaching!"
   The rest of the day passed with no major incidents.  At breaktime
Caroline was allowed to put her skirt back on, but her knickers were
confiscated for the rest of the day.  On more than one occasion Mr Alinson
looked out of the window and saw Caroline being held down by the others
whilst her bare bottom was examined.
   Just after lunch young Julie Renshaw got a strapping.  Held down by Mr
Allinson over his desk, skirt and knickers pulled right off, legs kicking
all over the place as the heavy school strap exploded on her little bottom
repeatedly for over ten minutes.  Afterwards her sorry welted bottom did a
lap of honour of the classroom as she screamed in pain and ran about
rubbing and jumping.  Finally, with only an hour to go, little Sarah
Bennett was taken over Mr Alinson's lap in front of the class.  Her little
knickers pulled down to her knees and Mr Alinson's trusty men's-sized-ten
slipper set about her bottom.  Mr Alinson was particularly keen on
slippering Sarah across his lap and found an excuse at least once a week to
enjoy this particular pastime.  There was just something about the way she
wriggled that made his cock as hard as iron.
   When the day was finished, Mr Alinson spent half an hour preparing for
the next day and then left the classroom for the cleaners.  It was dark
outside, chilly and pouring with rain.  Mr Alinson put his brolly up and
walked to his small black car.  Standing next to the car, barely visible,
was a small figure in a duffle coat.  As he got near to the car, Caroline's
little face looked up at him.  Despite the duffle coat, he knew she'd be
soaked to the skin.  He got in the car and reached back to open the rear
door for her.  She got in and he could hear her sniffling back the tears.
His cock began to harden; he loved the way she cried.
   "Sniff!  Sniff!  Sniff!" Caroline softly cried in the back of his car.
   He turned round and looked at her; she looked up at him.
   "Boo hoo!  P...p...please don't cane me anymore tonight, Daddy!" she
wept.
   There were so many children without parents after the war that they were
hardly paid any attention to afterwards.  No one had thought it at all
strange that a bachelor in his late forties should put himself forward to
adopt a young girl, particularly a schoolteacher who was used to working
with children; the fact that he was well known as a disciplinarian only
seemed to help his case with the adoption board.
   The board had so many children on their hands that he was invited to
pick the girl he wanted.  A most enjoyable day at the children's home and
some discreet discussions with the staff yielded a timid pretty little
nine-year-old called Caroline, who had the most delectable little bottom.
Caroline was brought to him for an `interview' wearing just her gym
knickers.  On the pretext of ensuring that he was happy that everything was
`in good working order', the home's matron soon had Caroline's knickers off
and the naked child was obliged to do all manner of revealing gymnastics.
Her face shone as red as the matron encouraged her to stretch her legs
further apart, bend over more or crouch lower.  Ron had found the naked
contortions of the little girl extremely exciting and he can't help but
notice how the child's genitals seemed to repeatedly gape open.  A little
chat with the matron revealed that the children were regularly subjected to
enemas with vaginal douches for the girls to `keep `em clean'.
   That evening he walked out of the home with his new little daughter.  In
less than an hour, the girl was naked over his lap getting the bare
bottomed spanking of a lifetime, and it wasn't long before she began to
learn how to use her body to please her strict new parent.
   As Ron drove home from school, he could hear Caroline's crying getting
louder as they neared home.  His house was a small three bedroom detached
that sat behind a thick privet hedge; Ron was most particular about this
privacy.  The house was cold and Ron lit the gas fire in the sitting room.
He began to strip Caroline off in front of it.  She helped him take off her
sodden coat and school uniform and put them on a clotheshorse in front of
the fire until she was left standing in just her vest and knickers.  She
obediently she took them off and handed them to Ron; she didn't even have
to ask to know that her Daddy wanted her naked for her punishment.
   Ron admired Caroline's bottom; it had six thick stripes across it.  Each
stripe was a thin purple bruise with raised swollen edges.  He reached out
and ran his fingers over the ridged buttocks.  Caroline winced as he
touched the painful weals.
   "Six is just for school, Caroline!" he gloated, "I'm going to give you
another thirty now!"
   "Bwaaaaaaah!  Oh please, Daddy!  Don't!" she wept, "P...please!  I'll be
nice to you!  You can `sit and read your paper'."
   Ron smiled; they had special codes now.  He sat on the sofa with his
legs wide apart, picked up his paper and pretended to read it.  He could
hear Caroline crawling towards him.  A little face emerged between his legs
under the paper.
   "Boo hoo!  I'm sorry I was naughty, Daddy!" she snivelled, "Please don't
cane me anymore!  L...let me show you how good I am!"
   Her hands reached up and she began to unzip his flies.  Ron leaned back
in the chair and looked down.  Her small hand reached into his underpants
and he felt her take hold of his cock.  He moaned slightly as she began to
rub him, just the way she'd been taught.  He watched his cock being pulled
out of his trousers and put his paper to one side; he loved watching
Caroline do this.  Caroline sniffed back the tears and looked at her
Daddy's big willy fearfully; it was just like those nasty things they had
put into them at the children's home.  She remembered the cries and screams
of the children as their holes were stretched.  She opened her mouth and
put the end of it inside, licking around the fold of skin where the smooth
end joined the shaft.  She kept rubbing the loose skin up and down the
shaft as she licked.
   Ron sighed contentedly.  What could be better after a day of getting all
excited by spanking those little bottoms, than letting your pretty little
daughter suck all your stress away.  Caroline began to nod her head back
and forth so her lips rubbed over the ridge where the base of his helmet
met the stretched skin; she knew he liked that.  She was going to be really
good for daddy tonight, so good that he wouldn't want to cane her anymore.
There was one thing she knew he liked, but it hurt a lot.  She didn't like
doing it, but perhaps, if she was really good and said she wanted to do it,
he might not cane her.  She took his willy out of her mouth, but carried on
rubbing the skin up and down; he would get angry if she stopped doing that.
   "Sniff!  Sniff!  Daddy, sh...shall I get the Vaseline?" she whimpered.
   Ron smiled; it was so sexy when he didn't have to tell her to do it.
   "Where for?" he asked.
   He watched her gulp and her bottom lip tremble.
   "For my b...b...bottom!" she said haltingly, over her sobs.
   Ron's cock twitched and Caroline, who was holding it tightly in her
fist, felt it move.  She looked at it as though it were alive.
   "Does w...willy want to go in my b...bummy?" she asked it.
   "Go and fetch the Vaseline!" Ron smiled.
   She ran off to get it and was back in less than a minute.
   "Put it up your bottom hole and on my willy!" he instructed.
   He watched her take a big glob on her finger and push it into her anus,
working her finger around the sphincter.  She took more Vaseline and worked
it over his cock.  She turned round and crouched down with her bum towards
his lap, offering her anus to him.  Ron positioned the tip of his hard cock
against her little bum hole.
   "Sit down!" he said.
   Caroline lowered herself.  Ron felt the pressure of her sitting on his
cock as her tight sphincter refused to yield.  It stayed like that for a
few seconds and then her bottom gave way and the first few inches of his
cock slid up.
   "OWWWWWW!  OWWWWIEEEEE!  IT HURTS!" wailed Caroline.
   Caroline's squeals entertained Ron as she sat down on him.  Caroline
could feel it going further and further up her; it felt huge in her hole,
like it was completely filling her.  She didn't stop until she felt her
sore bottom touch his thighs.  She began to gently bounce her bottom in his
lap.  She could hear him groaning happily.  She speeded up; he liked her to
do it fast.
   Ron watched Caroline's cane marked little bottom slipping up and down
his cock; her anus was so hot and tight and slippery.  As the little bum
speeded up, he lay back and let her do it to him.  After all the day's
excitements and Caroline's little bum milking his cock for him, it only
took a few minutes before Ron felt his orgasm approaching.  He grabbed her
tiny hips and rammed himself into her, pumping his cock in and out of the
little hole.  Ron wailed with pleasure as his cum spurted up her.  Then,
when he'd finished, he sat back and relaxed with his cock still embedded in
her.  She looked round at him, her face covered in tears and snot; it just
hurt so much when he did it to her up the bottom.
   "Boo hoo!  Pleeeeeeease, Daddy!  No cane now!" she begged.
   "OK, no cane!" Ron grinned, "We need to save that little bum of yours
for Saturday, anyway!"
   "S...S...Saturday?" she asked, shakily.
   "Yes." Ron smiled, "Daddy's got a `special day' planned."
   "S...special day!" she wailed and Ron felt her bottom clenching on him.
   Caroline wept fearfully at the awful prospect of a `special day' on
Saturday.  Her mewling tears and clenching bum had their usual effect on
his cock.  As Caroline felt it getting bigger in her, she wailed; Daddy was
going to want even more sex now!
   "Do it again, Caroline!  Faster this time!" Ron commanded.
   He looked down as the obedient little girl's bottom began to slap
lightly against his tummy and her anus slipped up and down his shaft.  Her
pitiful sobs accompanied the squelching noise from her anus as it pleasured
his cock.  Ron sighed happily; it was going to take Caroline a long time to
work him to his next orgasm; her tiny anus was going to be red raw by the
time she finished.
   Saturday came too fast for Caroline.  She had fearfully counted each
day. The fact that Daddy had stopped spanking her didn't help; it only
reinforced that on Saturday he was going to hurt her bottom more than ever.
Each night Daddy had been more and more excited about Saturday and his
nasty big willy had needed more and more pleasing with her increasingly
sore little holes.
   Saturday 9:30 AM
   Ron stopped his car outside the house.  It was quite large and set back
from the road.  He and Caroline got out.  There was a discreet polished
brass sign on the gatepost that read "Miss Janet Sharp, Dance and
Pianoforte Tuition." Caroline shivered; she was only dressed in a little
tutu.
   "Soon get you warmed up!" said Ron, rubbing her bottom through the tutu.
   They walked to the front door and Ron rang the bell.  The door was
answered immediately by a thin attractive well-muscled lady in her late
thirties.  She wore a black leotard and leggings.
   "Oh Ron, how lovely!" she said, "Do come in!"
   She quickly closed the door behind them.  Both adults' eyes fell on
Caroline, like cats with a mouse that they've just captured.
   "Have you been practising?" asked Janet, smoothly.
   Caroline gulped.
   "A little bit." she lied.
   Janet led them to a large room at the back of the house that was laid
out as a dance studio.  There was a practice bar on one wall with full
length mirrors behind it.  The floor was wooden parquet and a piano sat
against another wall.  Patio doors lead to the garden, flooding the room
with natural light.  A gas fire hissed, its flames keeping the room warm.
There were a few spare chairs for observers against the wall next to the
fire.
   Despite the warmth from the fire, Caroline shivered.  She didn't have
any knickers on under her tutu.
   Janet went first, executing a series of well practised ballet steps that
ended with a twirl.
   "Now you!" said Janet.
   Caroline clumsily followed what she had seen Janet do, wobbling
precariously on the twirl.
   "Oh Caroline," sighed Janet, "What have I told you about practising?"
   Janet went to the piano and Caroline's eyes fearfully followed her. 
Janet opened the top of the piano and extracted a thick brown leather tawse
from where it had been hung inside the piano.
   "Little girls who don't practice have to be spanked!" Janet smiled.
   Caroline sniffling sobs serenaded the excited adults.  Janet went and
stood next to Caroline.  She put her hand on the back of the girl's left
thigh and then slid it up until the tips of fingers touched the edge of the
tutu's leg hole.  Janet's fingers slipped inside the leg hole until they
cupped Caroline's bare bum.  Janet played with the little bottom as
Caroline squirmed and mewled.
   "Oh Caroline," smiled Janet, "What a sweet little bum you've got!"
   Janet's index finger slipped between the little bum cheeks and found
Caroline's tiny anus.  The girl wriggled furiously as the dance teacher's
finger energetically probed her bottom.
   "Ooooo, Auntie Janet!" she wailed.
   "Let's get this little thing off now!" Janet laughed and began to pull
the tutu off with indecent haste.
   In a moment Caroline was naked and Janet was eagerly playing with the
little ten-year-old's body.  Caroline squealed and wriggled as her pussy
and bum were comprehensively explored.
   "Go and hold onto the bar, Caroline!  I want you bent over, legs
straight, back flat, bum stuck out.  Quickly now!  Chop-chop!"
   Crying loudly, Caroline grabbed hold of the ballet bar and shuffled
backwards, bending over as she went until her arms were stretched out in
front of her and her back was flat.  Janet pushed the small of her back
down and Caroline obediently arched her back, sticking her bum out.  Ron
sat facing her bottom.  It was a lovely sight; it bulged out, those large
cheeks on top of her small legs and her split labia poking out between the
tops of her thighs.  The mirrored wall in front of the bar reflected her
face as plainly as if Ron had been standing in front of her.
   Janet stood behind Caroline with the strap raised.  Ron could see that
she was planning which bit of the little bare bottom she was going to spank
first.
   The strap flew through the, air wrapping itself around the fattest part
of the quivering little bum.
   THWACK!
   "WHAAAAAAAAA!  I'M SORREEEEEEEEY!" wailed Caroline.
   The child's little bottom shook manically as she tried to get the sting
out of it.  Ron watched a red welt starting to appear across the cheeks. 
He looked at Caroline's face in the mirror; the tears and snot were flowing
and Caroline's mouth was wide open as she wailed.
   THWACK!
   The strap wrapped itself around the little girl's bum again and Caroline
shrieked and stamped her feet; the cheeks of her wobbly little bottom
bounced as her feet hit the ground.  Janet turned and gave Ron a happy
smile and a wink and then really laid into Caroline.
   THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!
   The strapping was a good hard one; just how Ron liked it.  He found
watching other people spanking Caroline exciting.  He took his cock out and
gave it a good rub as he watched Janet thrashing his little daughter.
   Janet had always been Ron's favourite cousin.  Ten years younger than
him, he had watched her being spanked many times during his teens; stark
naked, screaming her head off as her mother strapped her tiny bum.  Ron had
babysat her weekly when he was in his late teens and she had been eight or
nine-years-old.  Not a week passed without him pulling the weeping pleading
little girl's clothes off and then spanking her little bottom a fiery red
with the slipper or hairbrush.  And afterwards, Ron's eager teenage cock
would demand the most obedient attention from little Janet's mouth.  He had
lost count of the number of times Janet had tearfully swallowed his cum. 
As he watched her having the time of her life welting his little daughter's
bottom with the strap, and as Caroline pleaded with her strict Auntie
Janet, he thought that it was nice to give Janet something back for all the
pleasure she had reluctantly given him.
   Caroline's hands had started coming back to try and protect her bottom
which was now covered with pronounced red welts.  She was wagging her
bottom about to such an extent that it was getting in the way of Janet
enjoying herself giving her niece a `jolly good strapping'.  Ron fetched
two chairs and put them back to back.  He took hold of his squealing
dancing little daughter and lifted her up, then put her kneeling on one
chair seat with her body bent over the chair backs.  Janet looked
unashamedly at his hard cock that was sticking out through his flies.  She
rubbed herself between her legs and showed Ron the wet patch in her
leotard. Ron held down Caroline's shoulders.
   "EEEEEEEE!  DADDEEEEEEEEY!  NOOOOOOOOO!  NO MORE!  MAKE HER STOP!"
Caroline pleaded.
   Ron smiled at his cousin.
   "Finish her strapping, then you can take her upstairs."
   Janet's face showed her surprise and delight.  To be allowed a private
sex session with little Caroline was a rare privilege.
   "Gosh, thanks Ron!" she gulped.
   Janet made the last ten with the strap extra hard.  She wanted to
Caroline to be very good when she took her upstairs.  Ron lifted Caroline
off the chair and put her on her feet so they could enjoy watching her
dance about.  It was quite a performance, even by Caroline's high
standards. The girl screamed and pranced about, her hands squeezing her red
lumpy swollen cheeks.  She wailed and jumped, howled and rubbed, squealed
and hopped as the excited adults looked on.
   As Caroline capered about the dance studio, Janet took her clothes off.
Ron still found her attractive and she gave him a good eyeful of her pussy
as she wanked it for him.
   "Come on, Caroline." she growled, "Upstairs with Auntie Janet!"
   "NOOOOOO!  NOOOOOO!  NOOOOOO!", Caroline howled as Janet dragged her
off; Auntie Janet was a very powerful woman who was extremely rough with
little girls she was sexually using.
   Ron sat downstairs listening, waiting for the fun to start.  It didn't
take long.  There were a series of loud smacks followed by howling from
Caroline that was partially muffled for a long period.  Ron wondered
whether Caroline's face was buried in Janet's bum or pussy; perhaps a mix
of both, he pondered.  Then more smacks, more wailing and further muffled
sounds accompanied by a drumming of little feet on the bedroom floor.  For
half an hour he enjoyed listening to his cousin having her wicked way with
his daughter.  Eventually he heard them coming downstairs.  Janet looked
blissed-out; Ron wondered how many times she had cum.  Caroline looked a
mess; her face and hair soaked with a mix of her own tears, snot and drool
and Janet's copious pussy juice.
   Janet thanked him graciously and invited him back to see a young
eight-year-old under her tutelage, whose mother had agreed to her daughter
being subject to the strictest discipline to improve her dance grades.
   "Ever seen an eight-year-old get the senior cane?" asked Janet, smugly.
   Ron assured he hadn't, although that was a lie; he'd administered it to
even younger girls.  Satisfied she could show off to him, Janet invited him
back on Thursday to see "a little girl screaming for her Mummy when I put
that big cane across her bum".
   As Ron drove Caroline to their next appointment, he listened to her
miserable crying.
   "Boo hoo!  Ooo, Daddy, are we going home now?  Please take us home! 
I'll be nice to you all day!  A-hurrrr!  A-hurrrrrr!"
   Ron's cock throbbed as he listened to her pleading.  He wondered when
she'd realise where they were going and what her reaction would be.
   Saturday 12:25 PM
   Ron noticed Caroline getting increasingly quiet as they got to within a
few miles of their destination.
   "Daddeeeeeeey!" she warbled, "W...where are we gooooing?"
   Ron smiled; he knew she'd worked it out.
   "I thought it would be nice for you to visit your friend!"
   "W...which friend, D...daddy?" she tearfully gulped.
   "Why, Jane, of course!  She is the same age as you!"
   "Bwaaaaaah!  Not Uncle Alan!  Pleeeeease, Daddy!  Not Uncle Alan!  I'll
do anything!  Don't take me there!  Pleeeeeeease!"
   "Be quiet, Caroline!" Ron chided, "Jane's Daddy will be happy to see us.
Why, when I spoke to him on the telephone, he said he'd have everything
ready for us!  Won't it be fun, Caroline?!  Won't it be fun?!"
   "Whaaaaaa!  Daddeeeeeeeey!  Daddeeeeeey, no!" Caroline howled, as they
drove down Alan's road.
   It was just as well that Alan's house had such a long drive and such
high hedges thought Ron; extracting a terrified daughter from the car might
require some persistence.
   As they arrived Alan came out to meet them.  He was older than Ron,
rotund with a bald head and a tendency to sweat when excited.  Ron detected
a few hints of perspiration already.  Jane trailed behind him, her face red
and wet with tears.  She was an extraordinarily pretty little ten-year-old.
As a High Court judge Alan had had no problem adopting and had made contact
with Ron soon after he had adopted Caroline.  Alan had suggested that
certain sources informed him that they might have a shared interest.  A
conversation with Alan on the finer points of child discipline confirmed
this.  The two had become close friends.
   "Ron, old boy!" enthused Alan, pumping Ron's hand, "Delightful to see
you as always!"
   Alan saw Caroline sitting frozen and weeping on the back seat of the
car. He opened the rear door.
   "Oh, my dear!" he said, full of mock concern, "What's the matter here?
Aren't we happy to see Uncle Alan and your friend Jane?  You haven't been
naughty, have you?  Daddy hasn't had to spank you already today, has he?"
   "Tell him." said Ron.
   "Boo hoo!  Boo hoo!  I got the strap, Uncle Alan!" she wept pitifully.
   "Well-well, did you now?" said Alan, "Got the strap all over our little
botty did we?  Oh dear!  Well, why don't you come in?  I've got cake and
jelly and sandwiches.  Come and see if you'd like some cake."
   Ron had to admire the way Alan coaxed Caroline out of the car.  The girl
must have known that she was going to get her bottom thrashed, but his
words seemed almost hypnotic.
   They were taken through the house to a rather private parlour at the
rear.  There was a table with a sheet over it.  Ron noticed that the volume
of Jane's sobs had gone up a notch.  He felt the anticipation as Alan
prepared to remove the sheet.  As the sheet was whisked off the table, Ron
almost laughed.  The table was laid for a child's party; crisps,
sandwiches, cakes, orange juice, biscuits, jellies; just as Alan had
promised Caroline.  But carefully placed in between the plates and cups on
the table was almost every conceivable child punishment implement; brushes,
canes, straps, wooden spoons, slippers and rulers all jostled for space.
   Caroline let out a terrified wail as she saw all the things and Jane's
sobs turned into petrified mewls.
   "Well!" said Alan, turning to Ron, "I put in a lot of time and effort
into that lunch for them!  You'd have thought they'd have shown more
appreciation!"
   "Yes, very rude!" Ron agreed.
   "Very rude indeed!" agreed Alan, and he picked up a wicked two-foot-long
yellow rattan junior cane lying on the table.
   Alan swished the came through the air making the girls jump and wail. 
He flexed it between his fingers, bending it almost double.  Without taking
his eyes off the cane, he spoke to his daughter.
   "Jane, take off your skirt and knickers!"
   Jane was beside herself and her choking sobs filled the room as she took
off her fancy blue skirt and pulled down her white cotton knickers.  Ron
admired her little pussy and bum.  Alan preferred his girls little slimmer
than Ron and Jane was a slighter child than Caroline; a pretty little
flower of a girl Ron thought.
   "Aren't you going to have any of my lunch?  Uncle Alan's very cross!  He
made it specially!  Look at this lovely cake I baked!  Won't either of you
have a slice?  Aren't you hungry?  Did you eat before you came out,
Caroline?  Dear me, you really are both very naughty!"
   Alan turned to Ron.
   "Let's go to the sitting room, old chap!  A little bit more `swing room'
in there." he said, swishing the cane through the air to illustrate his
meaning.
   They made their way to the sitting room, the girls weeping prettily as
they went.  Both men proudly displayed big tents in the front of their
trousers; there was no doubt that this strict discipline of their little
daughters was for nothing else but their own sexual pleasure.  They reached
the large bright sitting room; there were a number of sofas scattered
around, a grand piano in one corner and fine pictures on the walls.
   "Caroline, take your tutu off!" Ron said calmly.
   Alan seized the moment, sat at the piano and began to play burlesque
music.
   "Dance!" encouraged Ron.
   "You too, Jane!" ordered Alan.
   The two little girls began to miserably dance to the music, shaking her
little bodies and thrusting their hips.  They made a delicious pair of
sorry scared children.  It didn't take Caroline much time to take off her
tutu.  As the music played, the two little girls danced in their childish
interpretation of what something sexy might look like.  Ron found the
display both amusing and highly erotic.  Caroline's strapped bottom was now
on show to Jane and Alan.  Ron noticed that Alan couldn't take his eyes off
the red, swollen, heavily welted cheeks.
   Alan stopped playing; he was sweating heavily.  He got up from the
piano, picked up the cane and moved to the centre of the room.  Jane's
hiccupy sobs became more frantic.
   "Come here, Jane!" he said, swishing the cane through the air, "You've
been such a wicked, naughty, little girl!  I'm going to show our guests how
we cane in this house!"
   Jane twisted and hopped about in panic.
   "Bwaaaaaah!  Daddeeeeeeey!  Please!  Don't cane me!  I have to go
wee-wee!  Boo hoo!  I'm really desperate!  Pleeeeeeeease!"
   "You silly girl!  I told you to go earlier!" said Alan, not pleased, "Go
and get your potty and bring it here.  Everyone can see you do it!"
   Jane whined, but was so desperate she rushed straight off and came back
with an enamelled metal bed pot.  Painted on the side of it in crude black
letters was "Jane".  She looked up at her father blankly as she twisted
about with her legs clamped together.
   "On the floor!" Alan said.
   Jane put the potty on the floor and crouched over it.  A strong stream
of urine gushed out into the pot making a loud tinkling noise on the metal.
Jane wept red-faced in humiliation.
   "Disgusting!" said Alan.
   "Disgraceful!" said Ron.
   "Vile!" said Alan.
   "Puerile!" said Ron.
   Jane wept as her father and his friend remarked on her dirty act of
weeing in front of them.  She knew her father's cane was going to be
smacking into her little bottom at a million miles an hour now she'd been
so naughty.  It was going to hurt so much!
   Jane stood up, the urine still dripping off her little pussy.  She
looked around for something to wipe herself with.
   "Caroline, clean her up!" ordered Ron.
   Caroline began to search around for something to wipe her friend's hole
with.
   "You silly girl!" said Ron, "With your mouth!"
   "Bwaaaaaaah!  Daddeeeeeeeey!  Please no!" begged Caroline, the nasty
idea of having to taste her friend's wee-wee in her mind.
   "Caroline...!" said Ron, warning her.
   Caroline knelt in front of her crying friend.  Being naked in a room
with Daddy and a cane had a remarkable power to persuade Caroline that even
doing the nastiest things was a good idea.  She slowly put her head
forward, stuck out her tongue and licked Jane's wee-wee off her slit.  The
two men watched in silence, their cocks twitching at the sight.  Caroline
wept as she licked her friend clean; she hated this so much and Daddy was
going to cane her strapped bottom too; it was going to hurt and hurt and
she was going to scream and scream and beg Daddy and promise all those
awful things in front of other people; it would hurt so much that she
wouldn't be to stop herself.  Caroline sobbed her heart out as Alan and Ron
rubbed their cocks through their trousers.
   Alan moved the potty away.
   "In position!" he said to Jane, pointing his cane at a point on the
carpet.
   His sobbing daughter bent over double and touched her toes.  Her bum
faced Ron; it was a delicious sight; a perfect little split peach, the
division just far enough apart that her anus was revealed, her little pussy
peeped out between her rear thighs with just a hint of red between the
lips.
   Alan lined up the cane and landed a measured stroke with a hefty wristy
flick at the end.  The cane whipped into Jane's bottom with a loud meaty
noise.  Jane stumbled forward with the impact.  Then she screamed; a shrill
little-girl-whose-bottom-has-just-got-the-cane scream.
   "Position, Jane!" warned Alan.
   Jane stayed bent over with her fingers on her toes.  Her bottom waggled
and bounced like an excited puppy as a thin red cane welt started to form.
   THWICK!
   Another whippy stroke of the cane landed across Jane's bottom.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  YAAAAAAAAAAH!" she screamed, "DADDEEEEEEEEEY!  TOO
HARD!  NOOOOOOOOOO!"
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   Jane howled and her little bottom bobbed up and down like she was
curtsying.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   Jane lost control and jumped up, gluing her hands to her bottom and
dancing about, hopping from one foot to the other.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  DADDEEEEEEEEEY!  IT HURTS!" she squealed, "NO MORE!
PUT YOUR WILLY IN ME!  PLEEEEEEEEEASE!"
   Caroline sobbed in dismay; so that's what she sounded like when she
begged for her Daddy to do dirty things with her; so pathetic, so
desperate, and in a few more minutes it would be her screaming and pleading
to do nasty dirty things with her Daddy.
   Alan fetched a heavy straight-backed chair and put it in the middle of
the room.
   "How dare you not stay in position!" he fumed, "Wait until our guests
are gone!  I'll lock you in the cellar in the dark!"
   "NOOOOOOO!  NO DADDY!  NOT THE CELLAR!  NOT IN THE DARK!" Jane screamed
in terror.
   "Get on the chair and don't you dare let go of the back!" he ordered,
"And stick that bottom right out!"
   With the terrifying threat of being locked in the damp cold pitch-black
cellar, Jane hopped up onto the chair seat on her knees, held onto the
chair back, shuffled her knees apart and stuck her bottom out lewdly,
dipping her back and thrusting her cheeks up.  Ron's cock quivered at the
sight; her already caned little bottom cheeks widely parted so her tiny
starfish of an anus was fully exposed and her pussy slightly parted so her
inner labia and vagina were displayed.
   Alan put on a long and impressive display of how an annoyed father deals
with his naughty young daughter.  The cane repeatedly whipped across Jane's
bottom as the shrieking ten-year-old got the thrashing of a lifetime.  Her
terror of the dark cellar kept her clinging to the back of the chair as a
her bottom wriggled, bobbed, thrust and shook in a manner worthy of the
most energetic and experienced strip club dancer.
   As his daughter screamed and begged her father to put his willy into her
mouth, pussy and anus, Alan caned her across her bottom and thighs until,
from the top of her bottom to halfway down the backs of her thighs, had
been reduced to a lurid seething mass of cane weals.  Ron thoroughly
enjoyed this was a first class display of strict parental discipline.  He
was disappointed when eventually Alan decided that his daughter's bottom
had had enough and Jane was allowed off the chair to entertain them with
her howling jumping caned-bottom dance.
   The two men watched the show until, after a few minutes, Jane sank to
her knees on the rug, her hands gripping her bottom cheeks as she put her
head on the floor, howling miserably.  Her sore welted bottom stuck up in
the air with her exposed genitals on full display.
   Ron pointed at the chair.
   "Your turn!" he said to Caroline.
   Sobbing desperately, Caroline climbed up to kneel on the chair seat so
recently vacated by her howling friend.  She held onto the back and stuck
her bottom out.  She knew she'd be just as big-a-baby as Jane had been. 
That rotten cane just hurt so much!
   Alan handed the cane to Ron.
   "All yours!" he said, patting Ron's shoulder.
   Ron smiled, he was confident that a strict caning on Caroline's already
burning bottom would elicit a reaction and least as energetic as Jane's had
been.  He knew that's what Alan wanted to see too.
   The two fathers weren't disappointed.  From the very first wristy cut
right under the sit-down parts of Caroline's out-thrust cheeks they were
treated to the most astonishing screams, yelping and bare bottom
acrobatics. Caroline's desperate mind came up with promise after promise of
how she would pleasure Daddy and his strict friend.
   "EEEEEEEEEIGH!  UNCLE ALAN IN MY BOTTY!  WHAAAAAAA!  DADDY IN MY WEE
HOLE!  YEEEEEEEEEE!  BOTH TOGETHER!  YAAAAAAAAH!  WILLIES IN MY THROAT!"
   Her constant litany of obscene sexual offers and howling, bottom waving,
genital flashing antics made both fathers' cocks throb with lust.  When Ron
finished the caning and Caroline was shrieking and running about the room
with her cheeks pulled apart and her anus on show, Alan approached Ron.
   Sweat was dripping of the rotund man as he sought to have a quiet word
with his friend as the two well-punished little girls howled in pain.
   "Good job, old boy!" he congratulated, "Would you be up for a little
swapsies?"
   Ron looked over at the delectable Jane; the naked child was still
wailing and rubbing at her red cane-striped bottom.  He'd always wanted to
enjoy her little body intimately; she looked so different from his own
little daughter; he wanted to find out if she felt different too.
   "Very much so!" he agreed with Alan.
   "Very well then!" said Alan, clapping his hands, "To the bedrooms!"
   The wailing girls were dragged upstairs by their eager fathers.  Alan
pulled a still furiously bottom rubbing Caroline and Ron pulled a more
subdued tearful Jane.  Alan pointed towards Jane's bedroom as he took
Caroline into his and shut the door.  Ron took Jane into her room.
   The room was bright and light; a big dolls house was on the floor and a
large one and a half size bed was in the middle of one wall.  It really
looked like a rich little girl's room.  But Ron knew that the only part of
this little girl that was spoilt with over-attention was her bottom, the
dark red, massively swollen, cheeks of which she was now showing off to
him. He stripped his clothes off, his hard cock sticking out in front of
him, twitching.
   "Boo hoo!  Please, Uncle!  What do you want to do?" she asked
pathetically.
   "Where's your Vaseline, Jane?" he asked.
   "Boo hoo!  Boo hoo!  In that drawer!" she said, pointing.
   Ron opened the drawer.  It was full of straps, brushes, slippers and a
few pieces of medical equipment that looked like they were for stretching
reluctant little holes wide open so daddies could use them.  There was a
large jar of Vaseline at the front of the drawer.  Ron took it out.
   "Boo hoo!  Boo hoo!  F...f...front or b...back, Uncle Ron?" Jane wept.
   "Front, I think, young lady!" Ron smiled.
   "Oooooo!  Boo hoo!  How deep, Uncle?" she asked, squirming, her hand
fluttering over her soon-to-be abused little slit.
   Ron turned side on to her so she could see the full length of his cock.
   "All the way in!" he said.
   "Bwaaaaaaaah!  Boo hoo!" wept Jane as she nursed her little slit with
her hand in fearful anticipation.
   Rob lay on her bed on his back.  He opened the Vaseline and spread it
liberally over his cock.
   "Come and sit with your legs either side of me, Jane, so you're facing
me.  Then you can put my willy in your wee-hole and sit down until it all
goes all the way up."
   Jane got astride Ron, her small legs stretching to get in the position
he wanted.  Her body felt so light on him.  A piercing scream came from the
other bedroom followed by another.  Ron's cock twitched.
   "What's he doing to her?" he asked Jane.
   "Jane's eyes were big and tearful; she knew what her Daddy liked best.
   "P...putting it in her b...bottom hole." she whispered.
   Ron nodded and put his cock against Jane's tiny slit working it between
the lips until he felt it engage with her vagina.
   "All the way up!" he instructed.
   "Y...yes Uncle!" Jane sniffed.
   The insertion was delightful.  Long and drawn out; Jane stopping and
begging to be allowed to rest and her tearful pleas that it was just too
big and wouldn't go all the way in.  All the time the shrieks from the next
bedroom persuaded Jane that getting Uncle Ron all the way up her wee-hole
was better than what her Daddy's willy was doing to Caroline.
   Inch by inch Ron's cock pushed up into the small reluctant vagina, until
eventually Jane's crotch was touching his pubic hair.  He grabbed her caned
bottom and kneaded the sore welted cheeks.  Jane squealed and began a long
and energetic wriggling and bucking as her tight lubricated hole slipped
and twisted on his engorged penis.  Ron sighed and moaned as the wailing
girl pleasured him; the feeling of her tight hot slippery pussy moving on
his sensitive cock was exquisite and John indulged himself in enjoying the
different feeling of Jane's little pussy on him; it was somehow tighter but
able to accommodate a greater length than Caroline's, and Jane's miserable
boo-hooing was a real turn-on.  As he continued to maul the little girl's
bottom, her exciting movements soon had him on the edge of orgasm; he felt
it starting in his bottom, then his balls as they tightened and his cock
went rock-hard; then he was shooting his stuff up Jane, gasping and
clutching at the bedclothes as he pushed into her.
   After a few moments he withdrew with a loud plop and left Jane crying on
the bed.  He dressed and took the still naked girl downstairs back to the
sitting room.  They waited for a few minutes and then an animal bellowing
could be heard from upstairs as Alan finally orgasmed.  A short while
later, Alan entered the sitting room with Caroline.
   Caroline was howling miserably, tears and snot and drool dripping off
her face.  She was walking bow-legged as if she'd been riding a horse all
day.  Alan gave Ron a sheepish smile.
   "A-hurrrrrr!  A-hurrrrrrr!  He hurt me, Daddy!" Caroline wailed to Ron.
   "Show me your bottom hole, Caroline." said Ron.
   Caroline turned round, bent over and spread her bottom cheeks.  Her anus
gaped over an inch wide and globs of white sperm dripped out.  Alan looked
at Ron apprehensively.
   "Excellent work!" Ron congratulated Alan, "That's what I call good
bottom hole discipline!"
   "Well," said Alan, much relieved, "I do my best!"
   The two gentlemen had a jolly laugh at their new found understanding.
   "Must you leave so soon?" asked Alan.
   Ron nodded.
   "A few things to do yet." he said.
   "You must come back, old boy." said Alan, "we'll make it a weekend next
time.  I've got a proper old schoolroom upstairs, you know!"
   "Busman's holiday!" joked Ron, "Perhaps Caroline could be locked in the
cellar for the night?"
   There was a desperate wail from Caroline as the two fathers laughed.
   Saturday 6:00 PM
   Ron drove through the gates onto a long drive that led to the old
mansion.  The drive was potholed and the house had seen better days.  He
had a favour to repay.  Old Lady J was in her late seventies, but sprightly
and alert.  Not as rich as she had been, she was still influential and
chaired the local adoption board.  A little chat with Lady J had smoothed
the path for many things.  His trip was unannounced, but he hoped it would
be welcome nonetheless.
   They got out of the car, Caroline still sniffing and limping slightly.
Ron rang the bell.  He waited patiently.  Suddenly the door began to open.
Ron was surprised because he hadn't heard anything.  As the door opened he
could see how thick it was and why he hadn't heard any noise.  A suspicious
old face looked out.  As she recognised Ron and then saw a red-faced and
tearful Caroline standing there, her demeanour changed.  She flung the door
open with surprising force.
   "My dears!" she said, clapping her hands in delight, "What a wonderful
surprise!"
   Lady J led the way down a corridor.  The servants had all gone at the
end of the war and only a few rooms in the old house were occupied now. 
She led them to a comfortable well-kept study and closed the door behind
them.  She looked at Caroline hungrily.
   "This child has been thrashed on more than one occasion today!" she
remarked and observed Caroline more carefully.
   "One of her thrashings was with a cane!" she continued and sniffed the
air as if she were a bloodhound.
   "She has been anally disciplined by a man!" she stated and sniffed the
air again.
   "By a `big' man!" she added, raising her eyebrows at Ron.
   Ron was genuinely impressed.  Here was a woman who had enjoyed whipping
more children's bottoms and using their little bodies than he ever would in
his life.
   "And I right?" she asked impatiently.
   "On every count." Ron confirmed.
   The old lady licked her lips.
   "May I see the damage?" she half asked, half demanded.
   "Of course." said Ron, "Caroline, take your tutu off for Lady J."
   Caroline wept as she undressed for the third time that day.  Her bottom
felt huge and throbbed painfully from the cane and strap.
   "Bend over and show Lady J your bottom!" instructed Ron.
   Caroline did she was told, turning her back to Lady J, bending over and
putting her hands on her knees.  She dipped her back and stuck out her
bottom for good measure.
   The adults admired the whipped little bottom presented to them; the hot
red cheeks looked huge due to the swelling and welting from the punishments
it had received.
   "May I?" asked Lady J, motioning towards the well presented cheeks.
   "Of course." agreed Ron.
   Lady J's old fingers slid over the ten-year-old's soft tight cheeks
feeling the welts and ridges from the punishments with expert zeal.
   "The strap was given by a woman and the caning by a man." she remarked.
   "Right again." Ron confirmed.
   Caroline gasped as Lady J prized her cheeks apart to expose her anus.
   "Oh, someone had fun here!" Lady J gloated, winking at Ron.
   Lady J stepped back and looked at Ron quizzically.
   "I'm delighted to see that you're taking such good care of Caroline. 
Girls like her need constant punishment on both the outside and inside of
their bottoms.  But, tell me, did you come here for anything more than to
just show me?"
   "I thought it would be nice to say thank you." smiled Ron.
   "Oh, and indeed it is." smiled Lady J, "I am most grateful for the
visit. It's a shame her bottom is so well punished, of course."
   Ron carried on smiling.
   "Some parts of it aren't!" he said.
   Lady J followed his gaze to the white skin between Caroline's bottom
cheeks and the white untouched pussy that contrasted so much with the caned
and strapped backs of her thighs.
   "Oh, Mr Alinson!" laughed Lady J, "Did someone have a little word in
your ear?"
   "A little bird told me." smiled Ron.
   "And what else did that little bird tell you?" inquired Lady J.
   "That you enjoy your desert." grinned Ron.
   "Oh, the afters are always so sweet!" smiled Lady J, "Don't you find
that yourself, my dear Ron?"
   "Indeed!" agreed Ron, "Indeed!"
   Lady J went to her desk drawer and withdrew a short leather strap about
half an inch wide and a foot long.
   "Just the job!" she smiled, "Why don't you lie Caroline on the sofa with
her botty next to the arm, then kneel behind her and pull those legs back
and keep those hands out of the way."
   Caroline hadn't really understood the adults' conversation, but when
Lady J described the position, she started to get a clearer idea.
   "Boo hoo!  Whaaaaaaa!  Daddeeeeeeey!  Not like that!  Pleeeeeeease! 
I'll be good!  I promise!  Don't spank there!  It hurts too much!  I'll be
good!  Boo hoo!  Oh, boo hoo!"
   Ron pulled his daughter over to the sofa and got her into position, her
legs pulled back and apart, her hands out of the way.  Caroline's small
legs were parted, completely exposing her pussy and inner thighs; her
buttocks were parted, opening up her untouched inner bottom cheeks and
anus. Lady J came and stood next to the sofa arm looking down on the
weeping little girl.
   "Now, my dear Caroline, listen to me.  You have clearly been a very
naughty child for your father to have to spank you like this.  It really is
no reward for a man who has rescued you from the children's home.  I'm
going to show you how naughty little girls like you get `special'
spankings!"
   The thin strap cracked between Caroline's legs on her prone little
pussy. The child squealed and twisted.  Next the strap landed on her inner
thigh, then between her bottom cheeks.  Lady J might have been old, but she
wielded the strap with grace and vigour.  Caroline shrieked as the little
strap punished her most sensitive private parts.
   THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  NOOOOOOO!  YAAAAAAAAH!  IT HURTS!  YEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! 
MY WEE-HOLE!  STOOOOOOP!  WHAAAAAAAA!  I'LL KISS YOUR WEE-HOLE! 
EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Caroline screamed.
   Lady J was in her stride now and the invasive strap was finding its way
right between Caroline's little cheeks onto her anus and into her pussy. 
The child's howls and pleas for mercy filled the room as Lady J strapped
away.
   Very soon Caroline's pussy, inner thighs and anus were as swollen and
welted as the rest of her bottom and thighs.  Lady J stopped.
   "Lovely!" she said over the racket Caroline was making, "She has such a
delightful little bottom.  You may let her loose now, Ron."
   Ron released Caroline who jumped up and ran about, stuffing her fists
between her bum cheeks and legs.
   Ron's cock had tented his trousers again and Lady J's face was flushed.
   "Would you like `afters'?" Ron offered.
   Lady J removed her drawers from under her skirt and sat back on the
sofa. She flopped her legs apart and raised her skirt.  Her pussy was old,
wrinkled, covered with white hair and completely soaking.
   "Caroline!" said Ron, "Stop that noise and go and kiss Lady J's
wee-hole!"
   Caroline hopped over to Lady J, still grabbing at her bottom cheeks and
choking on her sobs.  She knelt in front of Lady J.  The old smelly pussy
confronted her.  Caroline had never seen a pussy as old or wrinkled as this
smelly juice-soaked thing.  She looked back at her father in desperation.
   "Bwaaaaaaah!  Please Daddy!  Don't make me!" she begged.
   Ron made like he was going to pick up the strap.
   "No!  No!  I'm sorreeeeeey!" wailed Caroline and stuck her face in Lady
J's old pussy.
   Caroline's slurping and energetic pussy licking soon had Lady J sighing
contentedly as the child serviced her old thing.
   "Delightful!" she murmured, "Like that!  Faster!" she directed.
   Ten minutes later, Caroline's jaw and tongue ached, even her lips felt
sore from all the kissing and sucking.  Lady J began to shift in her seat.
   "Oh my dear!" she exclaimed, "Keep doing it!  Ooooooooo!"
   Lady J firmly pushed Caroline away from her crotch and looked up at Ron.
   "First class licker!" she exclaimed, "You must enjoy having her use that
tongue of hers!"
   "Very much!" Ron grinned.
   "It was nice of you to come and say `thank you'." said Lady J as she
pulled her drawers back on, "Have you ever considered having a younger one,
say, maybe seven years old?  I think you'd find it most entertaining!"
   Ron sighed.
   "It would be nice." he admitted, "But on a teacher's salary..."
   Lady J nodded.
   "Pity." she said, "It would have been nice for Caroline to see her
little sister."
   Caroline looked up, her eyes as big as saucers.
   "My sister!" she said in the wonder, "Susan?"
   "Yes, Susan." confirmed Lady J, "Available for adoption."
   Caroline turned to her father.
   "Oh Daddy!  Daddy, please!  Please can you adopt her?  I'll be so good!
You can spank me as long and as hard as you like!  You can do any sex on me
you want!  Oh please, Daddy!  Pleeeeeeeeease!"
   Ron suddenly realised how cunning Lady J was.  Caroline would do
anything he wanted now; even the most severe punishments and extreme sex
weren't out of the question; indeed, they would probably be encouraged.  As
Caroline hugged her father and tried to rub his cock through his trousers,
he looked over the shoulder and mouthed `Thank you' to Lady J.  She grinned
and mouthed back `You're welcome.'.
   Lady J flopped down on the sofa.
   "Let yourselves out, my dears!" she said, "I feel so tired now."
   It was quiet in the car for a while as they drove back.  Then Caroline
spoke.
   "Daddy?" she asked.
   "Yes." Ron responded.
   "Are you going to give me my bedtime spanking tonight?  she asked, with
a little catch in her throat.
   "Yes darling.  I always do.  You know that." Ron confirmed.
   "Is it going to be severe, Daddy?" Caroline quavered.
   "No Caroline, it will probably be just my hand.  Your bottom has had a
lot of cane today." he signed.
   "Sniff!  Sniff!  Why don't you give me the hairbrush, Daddy?  Sniff! 
You'd like that!  You could do it really hard!  Sniff!  Sniff!"
   Ron's cock started to get hard.  The idea of Caroline being so compliant
really excited him.
   "It would have to be very hard if I used the hairbrush, darling!" he
said, "I'd leave you with big blisters on your bottom.  You wouldn't be
able to sit down for days!"
   "Ooooo!  Boo hoo!  Boo hoo!  I know, Daddy!  B...but I really want my
sister, a...an' I know you like to hurt my bottom, a...an' you can do it
really hard!  Oh...boo hoo...boo hoo!"
   Ron's cock throbbed at the thought.
   "My willy would be very hard afterwards, Caroline!" he said.
   Her sobs weren't so quiet now.
   "Boo hoo!  Boo hoo!  You could use my throat, Daddy!"
   "Would you get out the rubber sheet and bucket, Caroline?"
   "Whaaaaa!  Yes Daddy!  Anything you want, Daddy!  Anything!  Boo hoo!"
   When they got home, Ron wasted no time.
   "Go upstairs and get ready, Caroline.  I'll be up in a few minutes!" he
instructed.
   Saturday 9:00 PM
   Ron walked into Caroline's bedroom.  The night light had been lit and
the room looked cosy.  Laid out on the floor and on part of the bed was a
rubber sheet with a bucket on it.  On the bed was a big heavy hairbrush. 
Caroline wore a short pretty nightie.  The nightie was very short and her
red welted thighs and lower bottom were nicely displayed.  Ron thought it
added to the charm of little scene that Caroline had created.
   Ron sat on the bed and Caroline crawled over his lap.  She pulled her
nightie up over her back and stuck her bum up.  She took hold of the
hairbrush and passed it back to Ron.  Then she folded her arms in the small
of her back for him to hold.
   "P...please D...daddy!  I've b...been a very naughty girl!  P...please
b...blister my bottom!" she mewled.
   Ron looked at the little red bottom sticking up towards his face.  He
grasped the hairbrush; this was going to be quite a ride!
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  SPLAT!  SPLAT!  SPLAT!
   Ron walloped Caroline's welted bottom with the hairbrush.  As the child
kicked and screamed over his lap, he didn't hold back.  It was time that
Caroline learnt what it was like to have her bottom blistered.  Ron spanked
hard and slow, enjoying every minute as Caroline shrieked and bounced over
his lap.  By the time he had given her forty spanks with the hairbrush her
bottom looked so huge and swollen it might have been two big bouncing
balloons.  Ron saw the first blister forming on her left cheek and then on
her right.  Her screams had become hoarse.  He stopped and let her up. 
With her hands clamped to her bottom she ran on the spot shrieking with the
pain.  Ron took his clothes off, sat on the bed and put the bucket between
his legs.  Caroline was going to have to work very hard if she wanted him
to adopt her sister.
   As Caroline's screams turned to miserable howls, she came to her senses
and looked to see where her father was.  She saw him sitting ready for her.
She had to do this!  She had to, for her sister.  She bent over his crotch,
took hold of his willy, opened her mouth and started to push it into her
throat.
   Ron had a lovely time.  Caroline continually retched over his cock and
repeatedly stuffed it back into her throat.  Her unbelievable obedience as
she orally serviced his cock was the most amazing thing he'd experienced.
Her snot and drool and gag juice coated his cock and balls.  His super
sensitive cock helmet was continually being thrust in an out of her
convulsing throat as her hand rubbed the loose skin up and down his shaft.
Caroline looked up at him, tears and snot streaming down her face.
   "I'll be good now, Daddy!" she promised.
   His cock disappeared into her throat and the terrible gagging began
again.
   "GAAAAAAAAARK!  GAK!  GAK!  GAK!  URRRRRRRPH!  GAAAAAAARK!  GAK!  GAK!
GAK!"
   She pulled his cock out of her mouth and licked round the helmet.
   "You can spank me as hard as you like, Daddy!  I'll do as much sex as
you want!"
   His cock was thrust back in and she retched over him as her head nodded
back and forth.
   Ron held back as long as he could, but eventually the delightful
stimulation was too much.  Ron began to shake; this was going to the
special.  He gave a strangled cry as his orgasm ripped through him; more
intense than anything before.  His cock squirted time and again into
Caroline's gurgling throat as his orgasm carried on, even when there was
nothing left for him to squirt.  He half collapsed on the bed, drained by
the experience.
   Caroline stood next to him and stroked his arm.
   "Thank you for squirting in my mouth, Daddy!  I'm sorry my sick made
such a mess!  I'll clean it all up!  I'm sorry!  You can spank me for it
tomorrow!  Would you like me to come and kiss your bummy hole in bed in the
morning?"
   Ron felt his cock starting to partially erect again.  Caroline's tiny
hand began to gently stroke it.  He lay back on the bed and thought of all
the things that a little girl, so very desperate to see her little sister
again, might be prepared to do.
   DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction not fact.  The two are very
different.
   
  
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