**This story and all characters within are a work of fiction. The events described within are from my imagination for fantasy only, and are never meant to be acted upon.  I do not condone child abuse in any way.**


Toby, Part 1

Toby looked out the window of the old station wagon sullenly, the overcast day matching her mood.  The car was silent except for the low, almost inaudible twang of the country music coming through the radio and the sound of her mother's sobs.  Ray, her stepfather, stared ahead at the road, stoic and calm as usual, his cigarette smoke wafting back to her and making her feel slightly queasy.  After all, cigarette smoke had been what had gotten her into this position in the first place.

Good little Toby.  Always doing just what she was told, just what was expected.  Her friends at school made fun of her, called her a baby, and she had gotten sick of it.  So when Margo and some of the other girls offered her a cigarette to try in the girls' bathroom at school, Toby had accepted it defiantly.  She knew the other girls had expected her to chicken out.  Part of her wished  now that she had.  Her first drag  on the Marlboro had had her coughing and choking.  Her second ended in a gasp, the cigarette dropping to the tile floor as a throat cleared loudly in the doorway.  Caught!  The first time she had dared to misbehave and a teacher walks in and catches her in the act.  The girls were all send to the principal's office, their bravado squashed flat, as parents were called.  A few of the girls snickered maliciously at Toby when her mom and Ray showed up, her mom in her old stained waitressing uniform that Toby rarely saw her out of and Ray in cowboy boots, a threadbare white tee shirt and a ragged jean jacked.  His hands were stained yellow with nicotine, the nails ragged.  Her mother's hair was limp and stringy, pulled back into a tight  bun at the back of her head.  Oh ick, and she was still wearing the hairnet she wore at work.  They were definitely a far cry from the high income professionals most of the girls here had as parents.
She tuned out the meeting with the principle for the most part, noticing small details here and there that didn't really matter: her mother's sniffling, the drone of the principle's voice, the steady sound of Ray drumming his fingertips on the desk, the way he did when he wanted a smoke or a drink and had to wait.  Only when her mother turned to her and repeated the word in a wail, did she realize what had just happened.  Suspended.  Girls like her didn't get suspended!  This was the first time she had ever done anything wrong!  She had been about to argue, when a small half smile came over her face.  The other girls wouldn't be able to call her a baby or a wuss if she was suspended.   Maybe this was just what she needed, though she wasn't looking forward to dealing with her mother's blubbering for the next several days.

They pulled up in front of the small house and it's postage stamp sized yard, Toby immediately pushing her door open and climbing out, then rushing into the house and up into her room.  Her mother stood outside in the slight drizzle of rain that had started, sobbing still.  Ray came up to her and pushed her towards the door, still holding his cigarette in one hand.  "Goddamnit woman, it ain't the end of the world, stop yer carrying on."
She looked up at him accusingly.  "Toby has always been a good girl, I knew those girls at school would be a bad influence.  You just don't understand."

"I understand we're both standin' out here in the rain, while she's warm and dry inside.  Seems to me the girl knows how to take care of herself."  He pushed her inside, and headed straight to the fridge to pull out a beer.  "I'll deal with Toby, you get yer ass back to work, yer boss ain't gonna be happy."

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Toby woke up hours later, the house dark.  She had thrown herself on her bed and fallen asleep almost immediately, the stressful day wearing her out.  She got up from her bed, quickly stripping off her clothes and dropping them on the floor with the others, her carpet barely visible under the layer of discarded clothing.  A few stuffed animals drifted on top of the sea of clothing as well, and magazines littered every available surface including the floor and bed: Seventeen, Lucky, Sassy, Cosmo.. anything to do with clothes and makeup that she could find.

She stood for a moment in front of her mirror clad just in her plain white panties and a bra, then quickly dropped the bra to the ground, scratching slightly at her breasts.  She still hadn't gotten used to wearing the damn thing and it got uncomfortable.  Once her mother had realized that Toby was definitely developing some curves she had insisted the girl wear them all the time, though Toby figured she could probably get away without one.  She had been excited to buy her first bra, but the novelty had worn off quickly.  She finally found her favorite   nightie, a nearly threadbare white shortie gown that she had already outgrown really, but it was just so soft and comfortable. Tugging it over her head she looked again at the girl in the mirror, pulling her hair out of its ponytails in disgust.  God she looked like such a little girl sometimes.. At least her body didn't look that way.  She was about 5' 4" and thin, but there were definite womanly curves at her hips and chest.  Part of her thought that that was why Margo and the other girls gave her such a hard time.  Toby was a pretty girl, her pale complexion complimented by her blue eyes and nearly black hair.  She had been the first of them to be allowed to wear makeup and the first to really start showing off her blossoming curves.  In the girl's innocent arrogance she just assumed that the other girls were jealous.

The house was completely silent and dark as she opened her door.  She didn't bother to turn any lights on, she knew every creaky board and piece of furniture in this house by heart.  She knew her mother was at work, Ray was either out drinking or passed out, and she'd rather not wake him up if he was snoring on the couch.  Heading downstairs, the absence of any snores coming from the couch told her the house was all hers, and a grin curved her lips.  This was her favorite time, when she was alone in the house, without Ray to creep her out or her mother to nag.  She opened the fridge, reaching for the OJ, then noticed an opened beer can sitting there.  She paused for a moment, wrestling with her conscience.  Ah well, what harm could a taste do, and then she'd really have something to tell the girls at school.  It wasn't like she hadn't already tried something else for the first time today.  She brought the can to her lips, her nose crinkling at the smell, and took a sip, then coughed, making a face at the taste.  Ewwww... and people actually LIKED to drink this stuff?

A tiny glow quickly drew her eyes to the living room again.  The red glow brightened for a moment, then slowly subsided, as Ray took a drag of his cigarette, inhaling deeply, then switched the lamp next to him on.  Toby jumped in surprise, nearly dropping the can in her haste to shove it back in the fridge.  Ray shook his head, not even bothering to look back at her.  "Didn't learn your lesson already, girl?"

"I.. I was just getting a sip of orange juice."

"That wasn't juice you just swallowed girl, don't lie to your daddy."	 He sighed deeply.  "Come here, Toby."  Ray patted the couch next to him.  She moved forward slowly, he had always made her just uneasy enough to do what he said, in fear of what might happen if she didn't.  He was sitting on the couch, a beer bottle dangling from long,  nicotine stained fingers, his white T shirt nearly threadbare.  As she watched, he brought the bottle up and took a swig; she noticed several empty bottles on the floor next to him.

"You're not my daddy, Ray.  And what are you gonna do if I wasn't drinking juice, for that matter?  Tell my momma?  Never pegged you for a tattle-tale."  Her own words added to her bravado, and she sat defiantly on the couch facing him, her legs pulled up underneath her.

He took another long drag on his cigarette, exhaling the smoke in a long silent sigh, then bringing his beer to his mouth again, taking a deep swallow.  "Toby, I've tried girl.  I've been married to yer mama for five years now.  I've earned some respect from you, and soon yer gonna give it to me."  His eyes focused on her, the intense pale blue probably his most attractive feature.

"You can't tell me what to do, Ray.  And you haven't earned anything.." Her voice trailed off as she noticed where his eyes were focused.  As she had talked to him, she had pulled her knees up toward her chest automatically, and his eyes were focused on her white panties.  She stood up suddenly, being alone with him starting to make her nervous, even though it was often just the two of them in the house.  He was her step father, for god's sake, he shouldn't be looking at her there.  "I'm going back to bed."  She took the stairs two at a time, locking her bedroom door once she got to her room, her heartbeat slowly calming.  Within a couple minutes she had convinced herself she had imagined the look he had given her, and was engrossed in a magazine.

She jumped at the sound of his hand rattling the locked door.  "Toby, you been a bad girl!" he hollered through the doorway.  She scowled fiercely, too angry to be scared.  "Go away, Ray, go sleep it off!  Mom's gonna kill you when she gets home!"  Suddenly her door crashed inward, the flimsy lock not holding against his strength.  Toby screamed, then sat bolt upright in bed, her eyes flashing at him.

"Mom's gonna be pissed when she sees you broke my door in Ray.  You're nothing but a drunk--go lay down and sleep it off, you asshole!"  He stepped into the room, advancing slowly towards the bed, the customary beer bottle missing from his hand.  She threw stuffed animals at him in a fury, only starting to get frightened when he reached her bedside.  She went to jump up and run off, but he grabbed her wrist, his icy blue eyes staring into hers.  "Toby, you been a bad girl, you need to be punished."

"What.. you think you can punish me now?  You're not my father, not even close."  She cursed and screamed at him as he pushed her over his knee, her little nightgown pulling up to expose her panties.  Her face was bright red now, with both temper and embarrassment.  She pushed against the bed, trying to get up, but he held her down with ease.  Smack!  She squealed as his big hand came down hard on her cotton-covered ass, tears welling in her eyes.  Smack!  Toby began sobbing, trying to wiggle off his lap, her abused ass already turning red as his palm landed heavily on it over and over.  Her voice was shaking and thick with tears.  "Ray... I promise, I'll be good..."

Smack!

"D..dad.  Daddy.. please.. I'll be a good girl.  I'm s..sorry."  His hand settled gently over her panties, her ass radiating heat from the spanking she had gotten.  Red handprints were clearly visible through the thin white cotton.  He began to run his hands over her ass gently, soothingly, trying to massage away the pain he had inflicted.

"I'm so sorry, baby, but I had to.  You was bein' a bad girl, Toby.  You had to be punished."  She squirmed again under his touch, trying to get off of his lap.  He placed one hand at the small of her back, holding her down in his lap, his other hand continuing to caress her abused ass.  "Daddy didn't want to hurt his baby girl, but you was bein' bad."

She sniffed, one hand rubbing at her eyes, suddenly sounding a lot younger than fourteen.  "L..let me up now, Daddy, please?  I'll be a good girl, I promise."  His hand felt nice, gentle and comforting, but her mama had told her never to let anyone touch her like this.  No boys were supposed to see her undressed, or see her panties.  Mama had drilled that into her head over and over.  Toby reached back to try to pull her nightie down to cover her underwear, her mother's lectures ringing in her ears.  Ray's hand on her back held her nightgown firmly pushed up.  She started to shift a bit, her thighs closing tightly together, her face turning even brighter red in humiliation.


He gazed down at her gently rounded ass, his palm-prints showing clearly, even through her panties.  His eyes were fixed on the contrast between virginal white cotton, soft untouched flesh, and red welts.  His free hand kept caressing, moving closer to the elastic at the edge of her panties with each stroke.  When he spoke, his voice was low, almost trance-like, the gravelly cigarette-smoke timber of it sounding gentle and soothing for once.  "Oh, baby... Daddy's so sorry he had to hurt you.  Let me make it better, Toby..."  His hand moved closer and closer to her bare skin, the edge of his pinky finally sliding onto the skin at the back of her thigh, hooking the elastic as he moved his hand back and forth, the leghole pulling up to expose more of her round asscheek.  She had relaxed against him at the warm, soothing caress of his hand, but stiffened as she felt his slightly work-roughened hand against her bare skin.  He made calming noises low in his throat.  "Shhh... I'm yer Daddy, baby girl.  It's alright, let me make you feel better.  I'm so sorry I had to hurt you, poor baby."  She sniffled slightly and relaxed again, an odd feeling starting to grow low in her belly and between her legs as he continued to pet her.

"Daddy... It's o.k.  You can let me up now, alright?  I promise I'll be good.."  Her legs clamped even more tightly together, the odd feelings becoming even more intense and her panties starting to get wet for some reason.  Had she wet herself a little when he spanked her?  Oh, god, don't let him notice, she thought frantically.

"Hush, Toby.  Daddy has to see the damage, Daddy has to make it better."  Before she knew what he was doing, Ray had hooked his nicotene-stained fingers under the waistband of her pristinely white panties, pulling them down to her knees in one quick motion.  She squealed in surprise and embarrassment.  He looked down at the girl face down in his lap, his eyes focused on the curve of her soft ass, marred by the raised handprints covering almost the entire surface.  His hands went straight to the marks, matching them to his his own handspan first, in fascination, then gently massaging them, his touch almost cooling to her after the heat of the spanking.  He kept his voice low and soothing, trying to calm the nervous girl.  "Shhhhh, it's alright baby girl.  Daddy is just making sure he didn't hurt you too bad.  Relax, let Daddy take care of you, Toby."

She nodded slowly, her whole body flushed with shame and something else, though she didn't know what to call it.  Her eyes closed both to block out the sight of herself face down on his lap, and to concentrate on the odd feelings coursing through her body, centering between her legs.  As his hands massaged her, she felt the sting of the spanking abate even more, but in addition, she felt herself become even wetter between her legs.  Oh god, please don't let him notice!  "Ray..." she could feel him tense.."D..daddy.  It doesn't hurt anymore, I promise.  You can let me up now, I'm sorry."  Just as she said that, his caressing hand slipped between her legs for a moment, and she froze, knowing he had felt the moisture there.

His thin lips curved in an almost cruel smile as he looked down at the girl sprawled across his lap.  Her whole body was flushed pink in embarrassment.. and arousal, though he was sure she didn't understand yet what the second feeling was.  She would though.  His hand slid back up to her asscheeks, soothing again, and the pressure of his other hand on the small of her back lifted.  He knew her first reaction would be to try to crawl away, and when she lifted up, her ass and pussy would be the perfect height... he almost laughed out loud when she did exactly what he expected, not realizing how close it brought her untouched slit to his face.  He inhaled the sweet scent of her juices, then leaned forward, pressing the flat of his tongue against her pussy as she tried to crawl away.  Toby froze in place, shocked at both what he had done and the intense feelings it had caused.  A low moan escaped her.







