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The next sexology homework assignment was way too intimate for Janet. The problem was if she did not turn in a report on Monday she would get a zero and that frightened her more than the intimacy. She had to hand in a paper on what it felt like to have her buttocks and anus played with. When Mr. Cartwright said to be sure their partners used lubricant on the finger that entered their anus she thought for sure she would die. Janet went home and explained to her daddy what he was to do. At the same time she told him of her misgivings.

"Don't you worry your pretty little head about it; I know just what to do," he said.

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Playing With My Buttocks
By Janet Russo
6th period Sexology class

I came into the living room ready for the experience of having my buttocks played with, but at the same time wondering what I was getting myself into. Just like last time the room was lit with candles and music was coming from the old fashion hi-fi. He told me it was a singer named Frank Sinatra. My daddy already knew I was not happy with the assignment and assured me he would make it easy for me. He asked me to lay face down on the couch, and then to put my hands as high up my back as I could. Once I did that he rearranged them so my arms lay across each other. He tied them that way with rope.

"Daddy, what are you doing"

"Hush," he said, "and do as you are told or you will get a licking."

He spread my legs, put some kind of block between them and tied my legs to the block so I could not bring my knees together. Truthfully I was scared. "Please don't hurt me, daddy," was the last thing I said before he gagged me.

Again, he did not start with my buttocks, but rubbed my back from my neck down to my waist. He kissed it and told me not to worry everything would be all right. Daddy went to the other end of the couch, bent my legs up and sucked on my toes and licked the soles of my feet, which sent me into laughter, which was pretty hard to do being gagged. He sat himself down on the hassock and very gently rubbed my bottom cheeks and told me I had a beautiful ass. Those were his exact words, "You have a beautiful ass." He kissed it and licked it. I could feel myself relaxing and started to enjoy the feeling I had of being trussed up and at his mercy. I don't know why, but I found that sexually exciting.

My daddy spread my buttocks halves with his hands and continued to kiss and lick the valley. I really did not think he would actually kiss my anus and when he did it sent electrical shocks through me.

He held the valley of my buttocks open with one hand and squeezed something onto the anus. I did not know at the time that it was lubricant; all I knew was that it was cold. He pushed his finger into my anus. I tried to fight it. I tightened my splinter muscles as tight as I could. There was nothing more I could do because of the restraints. No matter what I did his finger continued to go in until I could feel the fist of his hand against my buttocks and the finger well past my rectum. Knowing there was no use trying to fight I gave up. Daddy slowly moved his finger up and down within my rectum. That is when I realized it wasn't all that bad having a finger in my anus, enjoyable even.

Mr. Sinatra was singing something about ole black magic and I thought that was exactly what my daddy was performing on me to get me excited with his finger in my bums.

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She again got an A+ on her report, and under that was a message, "Please see me after class." Janet prayed that she did not do anything wrong.

After all the children had left the class room, Mr. Cartwright said," You have turned in two excellent reports, and I hope this continues."

"Thank you, sir."

He had to tread carefully; just the thought of doing to Janet what her father did could give her teacher a forbidden erection

"I could not help but notice in your last report your father used restraints on you and that frightened you. I got the feeling you did not stay frightened, is that true."

Janet blushed thinking of that night and how the restraints helped her accept her daddy's finger in her butt hole. "Yes, I suppose that is true."

"Here is what I am proposing, for extra credit; I would like you to write up a report on how it feels to be bound up and at another person's mercy. Talk to your father about it. There is no rush as long as it is in the week before the semester ends. Again it is for extra credit and not mandatory, okay"

"Yes, sir."

Saturday morning Janet was in her room tiding up, heard the door bell ring and the next thing she heard was her mother calling her. She was struck with fear. Her fear was realized when she got to the living room and saw her best friend standing there, awe struck. "You're naked, and so was your mother. What's with the crazy sign on your front door"

They sat on the couch and the whole story came tumbling out of Janet's mouth, just pausing long enough to catch her breath then resumed what she had gone through the past two months.

"Wow, you go to Margaret Mead. Neat. I heard about it and wondered what it would be like. Going to class with nothing on must be something. So, what, do I have to take off my clothes when I visit you"

"You can if you want, but you don't have to. On the other hand, I can't dress in the house unless we are going out."

"I don't mind undressing. I think it would be fun to play naked." They went to Janet's room and Kelly took off her clothes. Kelly was a little more mature then Janet, her breasts were slightly swollen and she had a tuft of hair on her mons. Janet couldn't help but feel a bit jealous.

The two of them played house with Barbie and Ken. They had both the dolls naked and wished among themselves that the dolls were anatomically correct. After a while they switched to Janet's Xbox. At noon Janet's mother stuck her head in the door and asked, "Kelly, do you want lunch with us? Tuna sandwiches."

"Thank you Mrs. Russo, I would love to."

As soon as they entered the kitchen Janet knew she goofed. Her father was standing by the stove. She should have warned Kelly that he would be naked. Kelly did not even break stride. "Hi Mr. Russo, how are you"

"I'm fine Kelly and I must say you're looking good."

Janet expected Kelly to blush bright red, but that didn't happen. "Thank you. Janet told me how you made this a naturist home. I think that is so neat."

"Kelly you are invited over any time you want."

Kelly was the epitome of what an eleven-year-old should be. She had sparkling brown eyes, an upturned nose, and a cupid mouth that turned into a wide smile at the slightest reason. She had abundant multihued blond hair which was pulled in a pony tail that swayed back and forth as she walked. Her cupcake breasts were tipped with ruddy brown nipples right at the apex. She had a slender waist that gently flared into her hips. The slit of her sex was open just enough to play peek-a-boo with the hood just beneath. Her nicely rounded ass notched at the top of her perfectly turned legs. Her height and weight was perfect for her age. Nobody could even find fault with Kelly, she was perfect.

Back in Janet's bedroom after lunch Kelly said, "You are so lucky your dad is so handsome and virile. I wish he was my dad. You should see my dad in a bathing suit, never mind, don't, it would make you sick with his beer belly and pasty skin. Yuck. Tell me, how does it feel to hug your dad and have his cock against your body. Great I bet. Do you get to play with it"

"Kelly! Of course not."

"I would. I would play with it every day. I would take it in my mouth and suck it."

"Kelly, you're freaking me out." That got Janet wondering what it would be like to take her daddy's penis in her mouth. She bet herself that her mother did.

"Come on Janet. Why do you think your daddy likes you naked? Think about that."

Janet did think about it, she thought about it a lot. She worked her courage up and the next time they hugged she wiggled her tummy against his cock. He smiled at her, lifted her by her rump then kissed her on the lips and it wasn't a daddy-daughter kiss either. That night he tucked her in. He folded the covers just below her chest. He wet the tip of his finger and ran it around the halo of each nipple. He kissed her on the lips with an open mouth just like earlier. As he stood and turned off the light she noticed that his penis had grown longer and gotten thicker.

The next night when he put her to bed he kissed each nipple. What a wonderful sensation that turned out to be. She again looked to see his penis had grown bigger than usual.

Things were going great at school and home. She really enjoyed not wearing clothes. For when they went out her mother bought her a bunch of short cotton dresses and wearing them with no panties made her feel adventurous. She was sure there were times that someone caught an eyeful of her naked little, pink blushed pussy. She felt like a real vamp, an eleven-year-old vamp and she got a kick out of it. How silly and childish she thought she had been just month's earlier.

Several times she saw Mr. Cartwright looking under the table at her. At first she closed her legs when she caught him, but as the weeks past and she felt more and more confident about herself she did just the opposite; she open her legs.

Things never go great forever and they did not for Janet. She did not budget enough time for her history assignment. She tried making up for it by reading the history book over breakfast, but her mind was not awake enough. Her next hope was that she would not be called on in class, but teachers always know, somehow, the one student that goes to class unprepared.

"Miss Russo, What was the name of Captain Cook's ship"

She pondered. She was sure she read that name that very morning, but it was too elusive. "I can't remember, Sir."

"Would you like a redemption question? You know what will happen if you can't answer it."

Yes she did. If she did not take the redemption question she would get a zero for the day. But if she failed to answer the second question she would be caned two strokes. On the other hand redemption questions were usually easy soft ball questions. "Redemption question, sir."

"In what island group was Cook killed by the natives; because it turned out he wasn't the god they thought he was? I will make it easy and tell you they were in the pacific at the time."

A blank, the gears of her brain stopped. She knew the answer if only she could remember it. They had studied Cook's adventures last year in grammar school. Only one group of islands came to mind but it did not sound right.

"We are waiting Miss Russo."

Janet felt the pressure; the whole class was staring at her. "The Philippines, Mr. Beamer."

"I am afraid the caning table awaits your presences. It was the Sandwich Islands. Hawaii would have also been acceptable."

It was humiliating to not only to miss the two questions, but also to have to flagrantly show the whole class her ass and pussy. The pain was instantaneous, more than she ever remembered experiencing before. The second stroke was no easier to take then the first and a third was added because she screamed and a caning was supposed to be taken in silent dignity.

She wished there was some way to avoid telling her father what happened at school, but the bright red ribbons on her buttocks were impossible to hide. She might as well have a neon sign back there saying, "I've been caned." She could tell he was angry as soon as he saw them. She explained the whole story beginning to end. When she finished he seemed much cooler.

"You are to blame for not studying your homework and you deserved a zero in class today, but I admire your gamble to avoid it. We all suffer from brain freeze at a crucial time and could kick ourselves afterward. You will find out as you go through life that sometimes the penalty is as huge as you suffered today."

Janet hugged him for giving her sympathy instead of a scolding.

"Mary, do we have any of that ointment left from when I burnt my hand"

"In the medicine cabinet, dear." I'll get it."

While Mary was getting the ointment Tony had Janet lay face down on the sofa. The ointment was cooling and felt good on her buttocks. What felt even better was her daddy's hand intimately touching her fanny. When he was finished Tony sat at the end of the sofa and had Janet scoot up and put her head on his lap. Scant inches away from her face was his genitals. He rubbed her back very gently, soothingly.

They spent the evening like that. She had always known her father as a strict man. This gentleness was something new to her. When it was time for bed she again laid face down not wanting any pressure on her butt. Her father spread more ointment on her buttocks, his hand causing little waves of sexual delight to enter her pussy. When he finished he kissed her on the temple. Yes, it was worth it, the caning and the pain were worth all the love and affection she was getting from her father.

At school the next day she got both sympathy and wise cracks about her three stripe cheeks. Sitting on the hard wood seats was no fun. Her history teacher deliberately asked her a hard question, but she had studied and knew the answer. After class the teacher stopped her as the pupils were filing out. "Miss Russo, I assume your punishment corrected you neglectful study habit"

"Yes sir, it did."

That night she again got into bed tummy down. When she saw her father stand right against the bed she knew what he wanted and raised herself so she could take his cock into her mouth for his good night kiss. She noticed her father was in no rush to withdraw his cock so she licked the glans as she held the rigid shaft. When they did part she discovered a strange bittersweet aftertaste in her mouth. Afterward he again applied the ointment to her ass cheeks. Everything about their touching one another made her sex tingle. She liked that.

On the third night after her caning she could finally sit without pain and she sat on the edge of the bed. Her father stood between her legs. She bent over and took his stiff cock deep into her mouth. She let it slide in and out just like she heard that was how was done. She lay down on her tummy expecting more ointment; instead he kissed her cheeks with wet sloppy kisses then licked up her valley. That was more then tingling, that was on the verge of craving.

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"Listen up," Mr. Cartwright said. "This is the third school month. That means another essay assignment. This month you are to report on your third erogenous zone. You need your sex partner to play with your genitals. Papers are due by the fifteenth."

Janet handed her paper in on time.

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Having my genitals played with
By Janet Russo
6th period Sexology class

Just like last time the room was lit with candles, and music was playing in the background. I have no idea where my father finds these songs. It was, "Thank Heaven for Little Girls," by a man with a French name, Maurice something.

I fully expected my father to start touching my genitals immediately like he did my breasts and buttocks. Instead he had me lay down on my bed. He started by kissing and licking my lips. He kissed my face then my ears and neck. Just like the first assignment he played with my breasts until my nipples were swollen and standing straight up. Daddy asked me to turn on my tummy. He kissed my butt, and then slapped it lightly. He licked my anus and pushed the tips of his finger against it. My daddy told me to get on my knees while keeping my face on the pillow. It was actually embarrassing to think how I must look with only my butt in the air.

My daddy licked the outer lips of my sex. He continued kissing as he spread my nether lips and kissed inside my cunny. Mr. Cartwright I cannot find the words to describe how good it felt. I was floating in a sea of arousal, and the only thing in the world that mattered was my daddies tongue on my clitoris. When I climaxed I thought for sure I was going to literally explode the orgasm was so great.

This was the best assignment--ever.

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She again got an A+ with the comment, "Tell your father he did a nice job."

When she got home her mother told her, "We have invited the Brown's over for dinner Sunday." Before Janet could protest, her mother held up her hand to stop her. "We explained the naturalism and they accept it completely." The Brown's were Kelly's parents.

Come Saturday Janet wasn't sure how she felt about being naked in front of Mr. Brown. He had always been like a second father to her. She worried he might not like her naked. She worried he might not like the idea of the whole family being naked. What if he were prudish? When they came over Janet stuck to the background, feeling very shy. Janet father escorted the Brown's to the master bedroom and shortly thereafter the three of them came back out naked. When Mr. Brown opened his arms like he usually did to indicate he wanted to hug, Janet flew to his arms. Janet was happy afterward, not only was the worry for nothing, but she felt much closer to Mr. Brown. There was something about the skin to skin contact and the feel of his penis against her mons that made everything great.

Janet asked her mother, "Can I ask one of the girls from school to come over and play"

"Of course you can. You don't even have to ask."

Jeri came over then Kelly stopped by. Jeri and Janet talked about their last sexology assignment and Janet could see Kelly was burning with envy. After Jeri left Kelly whispered into Janet's ear.

"I don't think so. That is asking an awful lot," Janet replied.

"Please try," Kelly pleaded.

That night as Tony was putting his daughter to bed she asked, "Kelly wants to know if you would touch her like you touch me"

"Whoa. Why me and not her father"

"Well, first Kelly said her father would never do something like that. And second, I think she is in love with you the way she talks about you."

"Kelly is a nice girl and all, but I would really have to think seriously about that first. If her father found out I could be in big trouble."

The next time Kelly came over Tony said he want to talk to her in private. They went into his bedroom. Janet was dying to know what was going on. When Tony and Kelly came back out of the bedroom twenty minutes later, Janet had to laugh it was so obvious. Kelly had a big grin on her face, but even more telling were the swollen nipples and cherry red pussy lips.

The only thing Kelly would say about what went on in the bedroom was, "Wow, I wish your daddy was my daddy." After that day Kelly was treated like one of the family. All Tony had to do was rub her buttocks and Kelly would give him a mooneyes look. When he kissed Kelly full on the mouth while cupping her breasts, Janet could swear Kelly was going to swoon. Janet's only wish was that Mr. Brown would do the same to her as what her daddy did to Kelly. She concluded that with her feelings for her daddy, Mr. Brown, and Mr. Cartwright she much preferred older men to the boys that were her age.

The months passed by quickly. Janet was caned twice for very minor infractions. She saw that Jeri also wore the red ribbon across her ass cheeks on several occasions. Janet got another of Jeri's pearls of wisdom, "You get used to it after a while." Janet thought no one could ever get used to the pain of a caning. The two of them took a little survey of other students and came up with the fact that they could expect to be caned once every couple of months. That led to a discussion and conclusion that it was either; purely chance that they just happen to be caned every other month, or the school systematically went about caning the students on a planned basis, or the students subconsciously broke a rule once every couple of months to get caned. Janet believed in an administrative conspiracy, while Jeri thought it was the subconscious theory. Whatever the reason, Janet realized there was no avoiding them.

For Christmas Janet got the full size mountain bike she wanted, and as a gag gift her father gave her a bullet shaped vibrator. The gag gift turned out to give her many hours of pleasure. One day she realized that between her father playing with her and her own masturbation just how much she enjoyed sex. Technically, she supposed, she was still a virgin, but on the other hand, sliding the vibrator into her vagina had caused some tearing and bleeding. That got her thinking what good is a hymen? It wasn't like she was going to be sold to the highest bidder.

The three of them were having dinner. "Do you really want to be sexually restrained and at my mercy for your report for sexology class? I am going to tell you right now it will be completely different then your other assignments."

"Yes, daddy."

"Don't be too hard on her. Remember she is only eleven," her mother said.

"She is the one who wants the extra credit."

Janet knew what it was like to be restrained, she had been before, but then why the warning from her mother about being too hard. She kept telling herself that she trusted her daddy, that sex was fun, and that he wouldn't hurt her. She hoped not.

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Sexual submission
(Extra credit report)
By Janet Russo
6th period Sexology

I was lying on my side on the floor, naked, bound and gagged. My left ankle was wrapped in rope and tied to my right wrist behind her back. My other two extremities were likewise restrained. The spacer was again between my knees. So began my journey into sexual submission.

My daddy squatted down in front of me. My eyes flicked between his erection and the riding crop in his hands.

"Your treat for tonight," my daddy told me, "will be swallowing my semen. But before that you will be taught obedience, and this will be your teacher." He snapped the flat leather tip of the whip against my pubic mound. It felt like a bee sting. I cried out but the gag made it sound like a guttural grunt.

He circled my nipples with the whip end, and then he snapped the whip against those too. I could not believe that, in spite of the pain, they became swollen and pointy just like they do when I am aroused. My heart was beating hard, like I just ran around the block three times.

"You see, little girl, there is no escaping the whip and I know each and every tender spot on your body, so I advise you to do everything you are told no matter how degrading you think it is."

I wanted to say, "Yes, daddy, I will do everything you ask, just don't hit me again," but all I could do was nod my head.

He hurt me. He pinched my nipples and twisted and pulled on the inner lips of my sex. "How does it feel," he asked me, "to be unable to defend yourself? To not even be able to voice a complaint? You are now my slave." I moaned into the gag, but found myself sexually excited.

He untied me, and took off the gag. I was not allowed to stand, but moved about on hands and knees. I was not allowed to speak. He told me if I did either, I would be heavily whipped. I found that a good reason to comply. We went to their bedroom so he could show my mother his, "cute little slave girl." Then we went back to the living room, this time crawling on my belly. He used the whip on my buttocks, not hard, but often.

I sucked his toes, kissed his buttocks and licked his anus. He roughly played with my body and I bit my lips together so as to not make a sound of protest.

He sat on a chair and I, on all fours, sucked on his cock. I sucked and slid it in and out of my mouth. He continued to use the whip on me with instructions as to what he wanted me to do. My daddy ejaculated into my mouth. What I could not immediately swallow, what escaped my mouth and landed on his crotch and chair I licked up afterward like a good little slave.

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Janet got another A+ with a notation to see Mr. Cartwright after school. They sat across from one another. He wanted more information on her submission. He was particularly interested in Janet's sexual feeling while her daddy played with her. Janet saw him look down at her crotch and she opened her legs like she had been doing under the table.

"You do know that flirting with the teachers, especially the way you have been doing it is strictly against school policy," he said.

"I suppose I do."

"It is a caning offence."

She was never sure exactly why she did what she did. It was one of those crazy, last minute decisions. She got up, walked over, and mounted the punishment table.

There was a reason why Mr. Cartwright never punished a student. He found the act of having one of the girls submit her backside to his discipline highly erotic and if he wouldn't do a girl he wouldn't do a boy either; that was only fair. But there was Janet whose pussy he had been staring at and dreaming about most of the semester. He picked up the Cane switch, flexed it once and brought down hard on her ass, a lot harder then he intended. She was mute, but when she got off the table he could see she was crying hard.

She stumbled into his arms and he gathered her in. She became aware of his hard penis pushed against her, from mons and up to above her belly button. She cried into his shoulder. He finally eased her off him.

"Listen carefully. What we did her can get you kicked out and me fired. If anyone asks about your welt, you got it because you turned in an assignment late. Okay"

"Yes."

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End of semester Janet got straight A's on her report card.

As the new semester started Janet though back to the last semester. Okay, they were strict and quick to use the cane, but they were fair and the atmosphere was more conducive to study without all the shenanigans that go on in public school. Her dad was right, there was nothing wrong with the body god gave her, and there was nothing wrong with letting other people see it.

In sexology Mr. Cartwright told them that it was perfectly natural for girls to be interested in older men. They were looking for shelter and security. Men, on the other hand were interested in young girls, they were the ones most likely to produce healthy babies. "It is built into the genes," he said, "the basic tenet of life, survival and reproduction." He added, "So, girls, don't be surprised if older men are attracted to you and boy, if you want girls, look successful."

Janet remembered the day he caned her, the reaction of his penis, and how good it felt to have that penis pressed against her body. She wondered if there would ever be the possibility of him caning her again.

Janet lay in bed waiting for her daddy to come in. Her hand slid down her body and between her legs. Her middle finger pushed into her sex and sought her clitoris. She played with it while thinking of sucking her daddy's cock. She wanted to make sure she was good and sopping wet when her daddy came to lick her cunny good night. Yes, she thought, she definitely was attracted to the attention of older men, especially her daddy, Mr. Brown, and Mr. Cartwright.

She was sorry she put up such a stink about going to Margaret Mead in the first place. If she had only known how enjoyable her life would become she was sure she would have volunteered years earlier.

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