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## Janet's Story, Part 3

By Phil E. Hebe

Mg oral anal pedo incest caning

Second semester started. Janet had the same teachers and schedule as the first semester. The big difference was in herself. She liked being naked in school and at home. She had a new confidence about her body. It helped that her breasts had filled out some. They were still wide apart on her chest, but at least they no longer reminded her of two sunny side up eggs. Still no sign of pubic hair, but it saved her the trouble of shaving it off, and certainly her menses wasn't expected to start any time soon. She was proud of the fact that she could count the number of times that she was caned in class on one hand, even if it did take all her fingers. She bragged to Jeri about it.

"Some students like to be caned. It is called masochism." Jeri answered.

"What's that?"

"I don't know, some kind of desire to be hurt."

Janet wished Jeri would have never told her that. She found herself looking for welts on the buttocks, especially the boys and wondering if they were masochist, whatever that was. There was one way to find out. She knew who would know, Mr. Cartwright. Waiting until the class filed out of the room she went up to his desk and stood until he looked up. "Yes Janet, you have a question?"

She realized she didn't even know how to phrase it so she just blundered it out. "What is masochism?"

He looked at her raising an eyebrow. "Usually we cover that subject next year. Why do you ask?"

"My friend Jeri said some students like being caned; that they like being hurt. I find that hard to believe."

"Masochism takes on many forms. Last semester you gave me a report on bondage, did you enjoy being defenseless against your fathers sexual advances?"

"Yes, I did."

"That is a form of masochist. When the body is hurt or defenseless it produces endorphins. For some these endorphins produce enhanced sexual feelings." As he talked his eyes ran up and down her body, pausing a second to look at her pussy. She felt herself go warm, but not warm from embarrassment, like she would have felt last semester, but radiating out from her pussy. It was the same warmth that she felt when she caught him staring at her crotch under the table. At those times she found herself opening her legs wider. She always wondered if that made her a flirt or a slut.

"So I am a masochist because I like being tied up and played with?"

"To a certain extent, yes. When you were caned did you feel any sexual excitement?"

"All I felt was pain and shame."

"It could be you masked it feeling it was wrong. One way to find out is to be aware of your sexual feelings when you are being caned. We could run an experiment and cane you, either in front of the class or privately afterward."

"Thank you, Mr. Cartwright, but I would have to seriously think about that. Caning is not easy for me to take."

She kept thinking she was a masochist and then wondering if a caning would sexually excite her.

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Mr. Cartwright stood in front of the class and said: "Our next step in our quest for knowledge of sex is the act itself, intercourse. By the end of this semester all of you will turn in a report on your experience with having intercourse with your chosen partner. I caution you to choose that partner carefully for you will remember him or her for the rest of your life. Now listen carefully, I expect interim reports on your progress at least once every six weeks. The first report is due in two week, the subject being, how you chose your partner. What criteria did you use?"

Janet did not have to think about it, she knew even before she left the class room. Two weeks later she turned in her report.

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Intercourse, an interim report

By Janet Russo

6th period Sexology class

My question was never who, but would he? Based on the criterion of who do I love the most there was only one answer, my father. What I did not know, what we never discussed was how he felt about incest with his own daughter. I hemmed and hawed asking. I tried subterfuge to finding out his feelings, nothing was working. Finally, one night after we had played with each others bodies and we were both aroused I told him the truth. "Daddy," I said, "our assignment this semester in Sexology is the practical application of intercourse with a partner."

"Have you chosen a partner?" he asked.

"Yes, but I don't know if he would have intercourse with me."

"My darling daughter," he said, "anyone in the world would be honored to have intercourse with you."

Then I told him, "The one I want to have intercourse with is you." There was this long pause and I was sure he was going to turn me down.

"Why me?" he asked.

"Because I love you and I want to be intimate with you. I want to feel you inside my body."

"My dear daughter, I would love to be your first."

I was so happy with his answer I cried.

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Janet got back her paper with a notation in the margin, "See me." There was no grade and it worried her for the rest of the class.

She stopped at his desk as the class filed out. "You didn't give me a grade. What's wrong?"

"Didn't I mark your paper? I'm sorry." He took her paper from her and marked an A in the corner. "What I wanted to see you about: did you give any more thought to a caning?"

"I still can't decide."

"Think of it this way, you will never know until you try." There was that warm glow again. She noticed she even felt it when he called on her to answer a question in class. He was right, of course, she knew she wouldn't know unless she was caned and if anybody was going to cane her she wanted it to be Mr. Cartwright.

"There is nothing wrong with being a masochist. It is just a different life style if that is what you're worried about. When you're ready, come see me."

Janet walked down the hall toward her locker. It kept going through her head that he said, "When you're ready," and not "If you decide." Was it really a foregone conclusion that she would?

After a week she knew she had to make up her mind. She kept mulling it over so much that it was affecting her other studies. Not only should she do it, but if she did how as she going to explain the welts to her father. He always asked.

On Friday there was a half day of school for a teacher work shop. The busses would be leaving right after lunch break. Instead of eating lunch Janet went to Mr. Cartwright's class room. As soon as she was in front of him she said, "I have decided I want to be caned."

He got up went to the door and pulled down the shade. "Then up on the punishing table with you," he said.

She took the doggy position on the table. Even without a class full of students she found it embarrassing to display her butt and pussy so blatantly. "I want you to know that you have the prettiest derriere that I have seen in a long time. I hope you don't tell anyone I said that." Janet knew it was strictly against school policy for a teacher to make such a statement, but darn it, the warmth was radiating from her cunny again. "Thank you," she whispered.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"Yes, Mr. Cartwright."

""Don't think of the pain, look for the arousal." The whip struck and she found it impossible to ignore the pain, it shot through her from butt to head. "How do you feel?" he gently rubbed her ass. That definitely was taboo, a teacher was never to touch a student, but it felt so good. The whip struck again. That time, in spite of the pain she could feel the arousal. She wanted him to touch her again. She found she wanted him to touch her pussy, especially her clit.

When she got home she told her father everything. She knew she could never lie to him.

They talked about it afterward; their conclusion was that she was a masochist with pain related arousal. It sounded so clinical to her.

At the six week marker she got her report card, all A's as usual. She knew Mr. Cartwright expected an interim report, so she sat down one night and typed it out on her laptop.

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Intercourse, an interim report

By Janet Russo

6th period Sexology class

Not much to tell you since my last report. My mom took me to her OB/gyn for a vaginal examination. It certainly wasn't sexy having him inspect me down there and the instruments he used were cold. The doctor raised an eyebrow when mom informed him she wanted me on the pill. She explained that I had a lover and she wanted no accidental surprises. He glared at me and said I was too young for such activity. He explained the pill would induce my first period, and he transmitted the prescription to the pharmacy.

Daddy told me that we had to wait until after my first menses before we had sex just to be sure I didn't get pregnant. That is at least a month away. I am so excited that a month sounds like forever. In the mean time daddy promised to play with me as often as possible.

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Janet got the A she expected. Not that she didn't deserve it, but she knew she deliberately kept her legs open so he could see her pussy from his desk and every chance she got she turned to show him her buttocks. The truth was, she liked him looking. On the bottom of her paper Mr. Cartwright wrote: "You are very lucky to have such a loving and understanding father."

Knowing it was coming was a great help to Janet. She carried a tampon with her at all times. There were too many incidents of girls being caught unawares and being embarrassed with suddenly having blood leak down their leg that Janet did not want the same to happen to her. It was almost thirty days to the day from her visit to the doctor that her period started.

As her daddy tucked her in he said, "Let me know when your ready." She knew he meant ready for intercourse. Her first period had only lasted three days and was done. Crazy as it sounded after wishing the day would come for months she felt suddenly reluctant. "I am ready whenever you are," she said, in effect tossing the ball back into his court.

"I'll talk to mom and we will set something up. Are you afraid? You seem hesitant."

"A little I guess."

"Don't be. I will be gentle." He kissed her good night and turned out the light.

They decided Friday would be the best. It would give Janet all weekend to recuperate if she needed it. Friday at school she was so hyper that she couldn't concentrate on school work and ended up getting caned for inattention in English class. Unfortunately he was her strictest and hardest hitting teacher. She went home wearing two bright red stripes on her butt. When she told her dad why she got caned he was nothing but sympathetic. All the hugging and kissing turned out to be the start of her foreplay. She ate sitting on her grandpa's old donut cushion since sitting right on her butt hurt too much. After supper she laid on her tummy with her head on her father's lap and staring at his cock.

"Are you sure you want to go through with this the way you feel?" her dad asked.

"No way am I going through another day like today with sex on my mind all day while trying to think about school work. I am already feeling better, really daddy. In fact the pain is traveling through my clit making me want you all the more."

"Well, okay then." He ran his hand up and down the silky skin of her back. He let his hand roam on the upslope of her buttocks stopping just short of her welts. They weren't quite as bright red anymore, but they weren't fading either. "Boy, he did you good."

"He was mad because he caught me doodling your name in my notebook."

"Were you really? Then shame on you. You deserved what you got." He said it lightly, without accusation, not wanting to upset her. He ran his finger lightly over the weal feeling the slightly raised ridge. She squirmed. "I'm sorry," he said. "I shouldn't have done that."

"That's okay daddy. It doesn't hurt as much as it did." She took hold of his penis, bent it down toward her mouth and raising her head to meet it, and kissed the glans.

"Oh, that feels good," he said. She moved further up his lap and started licking his scrotum. "Hey," he said, "I'm the one that is supposed to get you hot."

"Who says your not?" She turned on her side so he could touch her chest. He ran his knuckles over her nipples. "I wish my breasts were bigger for you."

"Don't even think that. They are exactly the right size. I love them just the way they are." He pinched and squeezed, twisted and turned them, not harshly, not yet anyway, that would come another time. "I love you, you know."

"I love you too. I wouldn't be doing this with you if I didn't."

Janet turned one more time onto her back. She found if she kept her knees up and toward her head she took her weight off the welts. "Touch me down there, please."

"Are you sure it is not too soon?"

"No, I have been thinking about your fingers in my pussy all day."

"Okay, but no clit play, not yet." She was wet, maybe too wet too soon. He played with her inner lips and hood. After a few minutes he said, "I am going to stop for a glass of wine."

"Daddy, now? You can't be serious."

"Yup, time out. Do you want one too?"

"Really?"

"Come on, we both need a breather and settle down a bit."

Janet only got wine on special occasions, but what was more special then losing her virginity?

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Intercourse

By Janet Russo

6th period Sexology class

I am not going to give you every small detail of my arousal. I am sure every other student in the class will do that. I want to explain the emotions I went through as the night progressed. My first feelings were eager anticipation mixed with feeling of fear that daddy would find me inadequate, or he won't fit inside me, or a dozen other reasons that popped into my head, let's just call it fear of the unknown. When we got started on that faithful Friday night my dad must have realized how up tight I was because he stopped and let me have a couple of glasses of wine. That helped a lot. It put me in a dreamy kind of state. He played with me and aroused me like he did before. Then it was time for "it" and I found myself scared all over again. He wanted me on top. He explained that way I could control the penetration. Perhaps that was the wrong thing to do. Perhaps if he would have rammed me it would have been better if I had no choice. By having a choice I had to force myself to cause the pain of my hymen splitting. It was not easy for me to do.
Once he was in everything changed. The orgasm was explosive, no doubt about that, but what really affected me was the feeling of intimacy I had for my daddy. I didn't want him to leave. I was sure he was where he belonged. I wanted him inside me for the rest of my life, joined like Siamese twins. It was with great sorrow that his penis betrayed me by shrinking.

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At the end of the school year every one was getting ready to go home. Jeri was at the curb with her brother who was a sophomore in Mead High School. They were waiting for there ride home. Janet went up to them to say good bye to Jeri. Jeri said, "Janet, I would like you to meet my brother Greg." Janet looked up to him and thought, "Wow what a hunk." They talked for a few minutes until Jeri's and Greg's limo pulled up.

Janet proudly went home with a report card filled with nothing but A's. Mr. Cartwright returned her sexology report with a notation on the bottom, "You did an excellent report. Have a safe and happy summer." Her parents let her choose a gift out of one of her daddy's catalogs. To her surprise they invited Mr. Cartwright over for the Saturday following the last day of school. She explained to him that she and her parents would be naked, but he didn't have to take off his clothes if he didn't want to. She secretly hoped he wanted to.

To her great delight he undressed as soon as he got to the house. She couldn't help but stare at his cock. It was circumcised just like she liked. The shaft was a smoky purple with a pinkish head, and it was bigger than her daddy's. As they ate dinner Mr. Cartwright told them what it was like to teach in a school where all the students were naked and some of the growing pains the poor students face. "But that is in every school and has nothing to due with their nudity," he said. After desert her daddy said, "Why don't you two go in the family room while Mary and I clear the dishes from the table. Janet took her teacher's hand and led him back to the couch. He sat down, but instead of her sitting next to him she climbed up on his lap and kneeled with her knees on each side of his thighs. "Hurry," she said as she took his cock in her hand. "Daddy said he would give us fifteen minutes to do whatever we wanted to. He said he would warn us with a lot of noise before coming in here." She started stroking his cock, getting it hard. He hesitated only for an instant, thought of the past nine months of staring at her pussy and dreaming what it would be like in her vulva. His fingers pushed inside her pussy, finding it just as lush as he had imagined.

There was loud talk and something rattling in the kitchen. Janet jumped over and landed sitting next to Mr. Cartwright. He parents came in the room and sat in the sofa across from them. Janet stole a glance at Mr. Cartwright's cock and suppressed a snicker. It was no longer standing up but lying over his thigh like a fallen log. It was still thick and long with arousal. Her parents ignored it. Her daddy talked about his job and about how proud they were of how their daughter adapted to the new school.

When Mr. Cartwright was dressing to leave, her daddy asked him over for supper the next Saturday. Mr. Cartwright said, "Yes, I'd love to." and he gave Janet a big smile.

Her package came in the mail that week. She peeled the tape and pulled the packing out of the carton. Inside were four bracelets, padded leather with gold mesh inlay circling the center. There was one for each wrist and larger ones for her ankles. She put them on. Digging deeper into the box she found the matching neck band. Janet put it around her neck clicking it in place. Like the bracelets it fit snug without being tight. Each bracelet and the neck band had a steel O-ring that swiveled around the bolt that held it in place. Back to the carton she pulled out two more packages. One was a latex butt plug which was just like the one pictured in the catalog. The second package, a small clear plastic box held a titanium vertical piercing barbell. Janet's mother said her hair dresser would pierce Janet's hood even though legally Janet was underage for such procedures. Janet was thrilled with everything a. She immediately put on the cuffs and wore them around the house.

Janet again had sex with her father on Wednesday night. She got to sleep all night with him while her mother slept in Janet's room. She couldn't think how her life could possibly improve.

Saturday was a repeat of the previous Saturday. Mr. Cartwright came over, undressed, they had supper together, and Janet and Mr. Cartwright had their fifteen minutes of fooling around together. The surprise for Janet came when the night was winding down. Her father asked Mr. Cartwright, "Would you like to stay the night? Janet only has a twin size bed, but I am sure you two could make do." Janet stared at her father wondering if she heard right. Was her father actually proposing that Mr. Cartwright and her sleep together?

That was exactly what happened. Having sex with Mr. Cartwright did not have the intimacy as with her father, but he knew more about sex and how to arouse her. He also started teaching her to be subservient. All the next week she thanked her father again and again for letting her have sex with Mr. Cartwright. He said, "I knew you wanted to ever since he caned you that day." Janet made sure that when she had sex with her daddy she made it extra special for him. She also practiced what her teacher taught her about being a subservient.

When Mr. Cartwright came over that Saturday he took Janet into her bedroom and closed the door. "Show me what you remember about being a subservient," he said. She went through the whole routine. "Very good," he said. "Your ready sooner then I thought." He told her what he wanted her to do. When they were all assembled in the living room after supper Janet stood in front of Mr. Cartwright facing away from him. She bent way over until her forehead was on the carpet and she was standing on her toes with her butt way in the air. She reached behind and opened her nether lips and butt valley at the same time showing Mr. Cartwright her inner cunny and anus. The hard part was keeping her balance. "Please sir, let me be your slave," she said in a loud voice. "Tie me up and tie me down. Hang me from my arms or legs. Hurt me. Spank me and whip me. Use me for your pleasure, use me anyway you want. I promise I will cooperate and never complain. Please sir, let me be your fuck slut." She stood up and then did exactly the same thing in front of her father saying the same words. Both the men laughed at her performance. He father asked, "Do you really want to be a fuck slut?"

"Yes, sir," she answered.

""I think we can accommodate you," he said. That brought a big smile to her face.

That night both men roughly played with her, and fucked her. In the morning she awoke to an empty bed. She laid there thinking of the previous night. Her titties hurt from being twisted, pinched and pulled on. Her butt hurt from being spanked hard. Her sex hurt from both men duck billing her. Her mouth hurt from smiling so much. She suffered from multiple orgasms, that is if one could actually suffer from orgasms. She got up and went to the bathroom. In the mirror she saw the floral picture that Mr. Cartwright had drawn in felt tip pens on her tummy. So he was a teacher and an artist. She remembered how hard it was to hold still when the pens tickled her. Right across the picture in big, bold, black lettering was the words, FUCK SLUT.

Janet brushed her teeth and then took a cold shower carefully avoiding washing the picture. She wanted it to last. She went down to breakfast.

"Guess what?" her daddy asked.

"I don't know, what?"

"Mr. Cartwright is moving in with us for the summer. He is going to be teaching a summer course in sex education at your old school. It just made sense that he shouldn't have to drive all that way from Mead every day."

She looked at Mr. Cartwright, with wide eyes. You're going to teach sex education at Jefferson Jr.?"

"Well not like I teach at Mead, it is a very watered down version."

That afternoon Mr. Cartwright moved into the guest room with three suitcases. Sunday night Janet heard muffled moans and talking through the shared wall to her parent's bedroom. Being curious she tried to make out what was going on. Failing that she used the old trick of drinking glass to the wall and her ear. She still could not hear what her father and Mr. Cartwright were saying, and thought they were probably on the other side of the room, but she distinctly heard her mother. She must be on the bed, Janet thought, just on the other side of the wall. Janet heard her mother say, "Let me be your fuck slut too. Please." Janet wondered if her mother was rolled up in the fetal position like she had been with semen oozing out of her pussy and anus. Janet always thought that entry into both at the same time was impossible, but her father and teacher proved that wrong the previous night. When her mother talked again it chilled Janet right down to her core. "Oh god how I love this." That was the exact same thought Janet had the other night. She smiled and thought: "It was going to be an interesting summer, yes, a very interesting summer."

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