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 **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."

   * * * 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.