Bondage, the forced restraint of a person's body: the sexual turn-on of being bound-helpless and at the mercy of another individual this fetish is more widespread than one would think.
Little girls tied to their beds remember the feeling of safety and security that they felt-if the conscious mind forgets, the body remembers. Men who are masterful are sought out by women needing a feeling of security-they can achieve this security by being bound and disciplined by a loving hand.
These are actual tape recorded interviews with women who are turned on by being tied, bound, restrained and whipped, spanked or beaten. Their voices cry out for "daddy."
Bonnie, a sweet young miss who longs for the loving spank of a dominant father figure;
Agnes, who got her licks from "mama," seeks a woman who will treat her rough-and turn her on;
Sandra, a proud young woman who would rather fight than be switched;
These are some of the women whose fetish for bondage and discipline you will find in the pages of this book.
Their voices are real they are the cries of desperate women who can only feci loved when they are bound hand and foot and the loving hand of discipline is applied to their eager bottoms.
CASE HISTORY ONE
SUBJECT: Bonnie S. AGE: Nineteen
Interview One.
Bonnie is small. She is no more than five feet three or four. She had the body of a girl many years her junior. Her breast development is immature, giving the impression that she is just entering puberty, rather than being a full-blown woman.
She dressed suitably for her appearance, wearing a T-shirt with the photo of a rock singer emblazoned in psychedelic colors and tight designer jeans. Her hair is worn long and free. It is dark blonde and brushes her shoulders and falls onto her back.
She seems shy and retiring, almost afraid to speak at first, as though she expects to be punished for being a naughty girl but she is not afraid that she will be punished she HOPES she will be.
Good morning, Doctor.
I don't really know where to begin. You see I have this problem and I need to talk about it.
First, let me tell you a little about myself.
I'm nineteen now. I know I don't look it. I'm always asked for my ID card when I go out with one cf my boyfriends. We like to go to bars and play pool and shuffle board and the pinball machines and those new electronic game machines-I'm just crazy about them.
And I know that my boyfriends like to watch me play the machines. With my tight jeans, you know, my little butt just looks so cute.
I'm always getting into trouble about the way I act in a bar. I mean, every man there thinks that I'm wriggling my little behind just for him that I want to go home with each one of them.
Boy, are they wrong. Most guys don't stand a chance with me. They're too soft, you know what I mean?
I want me a real man a hard-driving mother-fucker (oh, excuse my language, Doctor-I get carried away sometimes). My Daddy was hard--God, was my Daddy hard.
Why, if my Daddy ever caught me wearing pants like these, he'd pull them down and give my bottom a real whalloping. You noticed how tight my jeans are, I suppose every guy does.
Well, My Daddy would never have let me wear anything that showed off my butt the way these things do here, look. I'll show you.
There, see how they fit see how they ride right up the crack of my ass and show off my round, sweet little ass?
like it?
Well, most men do.
I'm sorry, Doctor. I'm used to letting men see my ass I have a good ass, don't you think? It's round and firm and the guys just love the way it looks and I do too.
Shit, if you got to have an ass, it might as well be a pretty one, right? That's how I look at it, anyway.
I mean, if I got to walk around in something
it should be something sexy, right?
I love the way my jeans feel. I love the tight, clutching way the back of my jeans sort of hug my ass. It feels good, like it was big hands just caressing and sliding over my hot little butt.
I love the way it feels.
I love to feel a man's hand on my ass.
I love to stand at a bar and slide up against a guy and have him slide his hand over my little bottom and maybe give me a sharp little smack with his hand it feels just great. I love the way it feels when a guy sort of slaps my butt as I walk by him.
I laugh and tease him and pretend that I'm shocked, but really, Doctor, I just love it. I just love attention and I'll get it any way I can, you know?
Anyway, I was going to tell you about my Daddy.
He was a hard man he had to be. There were six of us girls and my Mama had her hands full raising us, let me tell you.
I was the youngest, the baby of the family, you know? and my Daddy just was crazy about me that man would have kissed the soles of my feet if I'd asked him to. It was just embarrassing the way my Daddy would carry on about me right up until the time I left home that was last year, right after high school graduation I came here to try to find me a good job.
I was offered nothing but really awful stuff but then one time I saw an ad in the paper for go-go girls with cute butts.
Well, My Daddy always said I had the cutest little old butt in town and he was right, I did.
Hell, when I was Majorette for the school band most of the guys who came to the parades and stuff that we did, just came to see my cute little butt I'd twirl around, swinging that big old baton.
I looked so cute out there in front of the band in that little short skirt and white cowboy boots and that big white shako that they made me wear it was top-heavy that shako was not like me hell, I ain't got the tits of a twelve year old.
Look at them things, poking out the front of my T-shirt look like two warts on a frog.
Where was I of yeah, I was telling you about my Daddy.
Daddy was the kind of man that other men respect you know what I mean?
He was one of those real men he had six daughters and every one of us was a virgin when we left high school.
That's saying a lot these days.
Why, my Daddy would have beat me black and blue if I'd let any boy into my hot little honey patch before I left home.
I've done it sure. I ain't no virgin now. But I was when I left home.
Daddy was good to me he was a good church going man and he loved his daughters, all of them but me in particular.
I was his little darling. I was his honey pet. I was his sweet, little baby girl and he spoiled me rotten.
Jesus, that man would have moved the earth for me, if he could have. He gave me everything I ever wanted and more.
He was strict though. My daddy was real strict. He was about the strictest man that I ever heard tell of. But he had to be, you know. I mean, with six daughters all about teen age he had to rule us with an iron fist
if you know what I mean.
"Ten o'clock curfew on school nights and 12 Midnight on Friday and Saturday nights and Sunday evenings, you spend with your family
if any of those tomcats want to come sniffing around, that's okay too. But they got to go home by ten o'clock no later."
He had rules, my Daddy did. He had rules and we abided by them.
Why, if I came in late from a date, my Daddy would be standing there right at the front door, looking out and waiting for me.
"Bonnie, you get in here."
He would tell me to come in the house and I could tell by the sound of his voice, that it wasn't to talk about the weather.
He was a hard man. He spanked me right up until the time I left home. I was eighteen years old the last time I got a spanking it was the must humiliating thing that had ever happened to me. It made me feel like a little silly girl just a baby who had been bad and was being embarrassed by her Daddy and punished for being a scamp.
Let me tell you about that
I was out on a date with my best boyfriend. His name was Homer. He was a nice boy, but awfully horny.
We hadn't so much as gotten out of the driveway in his car when his hand slipped down inside my dress and he started playing with my sweet little pink tits.
"Homer, please," I said. "My Daddy might be watching."
"Hell, he can't see nothing," Homer said. "We're almost a block from your house."
"Well, I don't like it," I said. "He might be looking."
I was always conscious of Daddy.
Even when he wasn't there, I knew his thoughts were with me. I knew that he'd worry about me until I got back home and he'd know where I was and what I was doing.
Hell, sometimes, he'd come into my bedroom at night and just stand there and look at me. I knew he was there. I wasn't asleep, but I pretended I was. I let my Daddy stand there and look at me thinking I was sleeping.
I could feel his eyes on me.
I could feel his warm brown eyes looking down at me as I lay there in my little baby doll nightie.
It was always hot in my bedroom. I never slept with any covers on me. My Daddy liked to know that I wouldn't catch cold, so my windows were all sealed and the temperature was controlled automatically by the thermostat that Daddy kept at a constant 75 degrees.
It was a good temperature to sleep at, but it didn't require that I ever had to use a sheet even to keep me warm.
I'd just lie there all curled up in my little pink baby doll pajamas. Daddy liked the way I looked in them. He said I looked just like Shirley Temple.
I thought that was silly, cause she was a movie star before I was even a twinkle in my Daddy's eye. But he remembered the cute little girl and he had grown up watching her on the big silver screen. She sure was cute and I bet a lot of men wanted to fuck her when she became a teenager she was a very beautiful young woman too bad she still had the talent and the brain of a four-year old.
Anyway, Daddy would come into my room real late at night maybe three, four o'clock in the morning. I'd know as soon as he walked into my room. I'd pretend I was still asleep, but I knew he was there.
He would stand by my bed and just look at me.
I knew he was thinking about how pretty I was. He was thinking what a pretty little teenage girl he had.
I was cute. God, knows I was cute. I've always been cute. It's gotten me out of a lot of scrapes but it's gotten me into a lot of them too.
I loved the feeling of having my Daddy standing there at night looking at me. He would look at me sometimes for as much as an hour. He just liked to look at me.
But if I was bad oh boy!
Let me tell you, that man did not spare the rod.
He was strict. If I was so much as fifteen minutes late coming back from a date, my Daddy would take me over his knee and spank me. Right there in front of my boyfriend.
I thought he should have spanked the boy, too. But no, it was just me Daddy seemed to take pleasure is spanking me and making me look silly in front of my boyfriends.
"Bonnie," he would say. "You come here. Billy (or Bobby, or Tommy, or whatever my date's name was) Billy, you stand there and I want you to see what you're making me do to my little girl."
Then he'd take me over his knee and if I was wearing a skirt or a dress, he'd pull it up and expose my panties. He'd have me there on his knee (usually right on the front porch if the weather was nice) and he'd spank me.
WHAP!
His hand would hit my little bottom and sting. WHAP!
Daddy would really let me have it too. WHAP!
He wasn't no shirker when it came to the laying on of the hand.
He was strict and hard.
And it was somehow strangely exciting to me.
I mean, there was the boy I had been out with all night. We'd have been out smooching and feeling around under each others' clothes in the movies or out in the country and we'd be all hot and worrisome. I wouldn't let any of them do anything for real with me you know, like stick their peters into my pussy or anything. Then Daddy would have killed them and beaten the holy shit out of me.
(Oh excuse me again, Doctor. I'm used to barroom talk.)
But the last time that was the worst.
It was the night of my Senior Prom.
I was the prettiest girl at the prom I just knew I was.
My daddy had bought me the prettiest dress I could find. Hell, I had to go to twelve stores before I found anything pretty enough.
It was all white all white and gauzy and it had rhinestones sprinkled through the net like a handful of stars tossed into a billowing white cloud. It was the prettiest damned dress you ever saw.
I was so proud of that dress. I just couldn't wait to get to the prom and show off how much my Daddy thought of me.
"I know it's your Senior Prom, honey," Daddy said to me when I was all dressed and ready to go. "But that's no reason to lose all hold on sanity. You be home at a decent hour. I know a lot of these kids nowadays stay out till all hours of the night and have breakfast when the sun comes up and then come home.
"But that's not for you, honey. I want everybody to know that my little girl is still pure. I want them to know that you don't stay out all night not even on your Senior Prom night."
I knew he was right.
I didn't want to get the reputation of being a bad girl. But I wanted to have fun too.
"What time do you want me home, Daddy?"
I feared the answer.
I was afraid that he'd say Midnight.
That was the time he always made me be home on Friday and Saturday nights. Maybe one o'clock on real special occasions. But never any later.
"Well, I'll tell you, honey," Daddy said. "Since it's your special night, let's say-" and I held my breath "four o'clock."
I could have died. It was just too wonderful.
"Oh, Daddy," I cried as I threw myself into his lap. "You're just the best Daddy in the whole wide world."
He patted my bottom through the soft white dress and I kissed him I kissed him on the forehead, on the chin, on the cheek, on the ear and then I kissed my Daddy on the mouth.
Nothing sexual, you know. Just a nice, "thank you, Daddy" kiss.
So the Senior Prom went on.
It was just wonderful. It was the best night of my life and I was the envy of every girl there. My dress had cost more than any of theirs and it looked nicer on me it made me look just like an angel. With my long, blonde hair all piled up on my head and with blood red roses in it, I looked just wonderful.
And I danced.
I danced every dance.
My boyfriend for the night was Tommy. He was a quarterback on the school football team and he was about the hottest boy in school.
I mean, this mother had shoulders out to there. And then some.
He was a really big bruiser. He was rough and tough and about as tender as a pussy cat when it came to me. In some ways, he reminded me of my Daddy. He was the kind who would have slapped the shit out of me (oh, there I go again) if I had done anything out of line.
I liked to tease the other boys, though.
They were all hot and horny that night. That was the night that most of them got their first piece. It was silly, but most of them hadn't done anything but use the old hand until they were ready to leave high school and the same went for the girls most of them didn't pop their cherries until that night it was kind of a prize they'd been saving for their steady boyfriend all through high school.
Shit, nobody waits till the wedding night anymore not unless they're thirteen when they get married but that's for backwoods people.
Anyway, Tommy was watchful. He watched to make sure I didn't slip off into the dark parts of the gym where we were having the dance.
Up atop the bleachers were the wrestling mats from gym class and there was a lot of fooling around going on up there.
I knew what was happening up there even if I couldn't see it.
Girls and boys were grinding away at each other in the darkness, feeling each other up girls were taking boys' cocks out of their pants and sucking on them right up there above the dance.
You could almost feel the sex in the air.
It was heavy with the lust of youth. You know how us kids get hornier than a goat at Easter.
Tommy wanted to take me up there.
"No," I said. "Daddy would kill me."
"He.. , your Daddy ain't here," Tommy said. "Come on."
"NO," I said. "My Daddy trusts me. He don't want me getting all fucked up like those girls are doing up there. I can smell that stuff they're smoking up there. If that bunch of old fogies who are being chaperones ever caught on to the fact that those kids were smoking grass up there, there'd never be another dance in this gym."
And I knew what happened to girls when they smoked marijuana.
It made them lose all sense of what was right and wrong.
I'd done it a few times myself and let me tell you, it turned me on something fierce. I wanted to take Tommy's cock out right there in the car and go down on him. I wanted his cock in my mouth, in my pussy, anywhere I just wanted cock.
And Senior Prom has enough connotations to it. It's the last big thing in High School except graduation and all that, you know. It's the last big social event of the school career for kids and those who don't go onto college it's kind of like a great big engagement party.
So many girls and boys get engaged or announce their engagements right about that time of the year.
Of course, some of them have to get married.
They are pregnant and there isn't any choice but to marry the boy who knocked you up if you can figure out who he is.
That's one reason my Daddy was so strict with me.
And I appreciated that. He didn't want me sleeping around with every Tommy who had a hairy dick.
He wanted me pure.
He wanted me to still be his "Little girl."
He would still like me to be his "Little girl," but I'm nineteen now and I'm ready to be a woman.
That night at the Senior Prom though, I let Tommy talk me into going up in that last row of the bleachers. I don't know why I did it. But I did.
We fumbled our way up there in the dark and it was hot. It was the hottest place in the gym, and I just don't mean temperature.
Boys had their hands up under girls dresses and girls were sucking boys cocks right there in the gym.
Of course, it was pitch black up there. Just a few flashes of the colored lights that played over the dance floor would whisk by every now and then. It was really sensual and sexy up there. I was getting turned on as we climbed up the cement steps to the top of the bleachers. I could smell the marijuana smoke and I sniffed it.
I can get high just smelling the stuff. I don't have to smoke it. And as we got further and further up in the bleachers, further and further up into the writhing bodies that were lying on wrestling mats, I got horny.
I really did.
I got so damned horny that I wanted to lose my virginity right then and there.
But I held myself in check. I knew what would have happened to me if I had given into my primitive impulses.
Tommy was smart. He knew I was horny and he knew he could do anything with me that he wanted to but he also knew what would happen if he took my cherry.
My Daddy would have gone after him with a hunting rifle.
We settled down on a mat in one of the dark corners of the upper row of the bleachers and Tommy asked me if I wanted to smoke a joint. He had some.
"No," I said. "I don't smoke that stuff. I don't have to. I just sniff it and I get high. You can smoke one if you want, though, Tommy. I won't mind. I understand. It's Senior Prom night Tommy and I want to thank you for not drinking the spiked punch. I know those boys put vodka in one of the punch bowls. Just look at how silly they're acting.
"I like the fact that you respect me enough not to get drunk and try to slobber all over me and tear my clothes off. I really do appreciate it, Tommy."
And to show my gratitude to him, I reached in between his legs and gave his dick a good hard grope.
Tommy loves me to play with his cock.
We go out for long rides in the country and I take his cock out of his pants and just stroke it while we're riding along. Nobody can see us and it doesn't hurt anybody and it gives
Tommy so much pleasure and me too.
So I unzipped his pants up there in the bleachers and took his big dick out and started to stroke on it while Tommy leaned back and smoked his marijuana cigarette.
It was hot up there.
I felt like taking off my clothes. I wanted to be naked.
I knew I was getting affected by the grass that was being smoked all around me. I knew it because I was getting hot and I don't mean temperature-wise.
I mean, pussy-wise.
My pussy was getting so warm and wet that I thought I would reach an orgasm just stroking Tommy's dick as I held it in my hand and played with it.
Tommy has a real nice dick. It's circumcised and always real clean. I don't mind kissing it and taking it into my mouth. Tommy keeps it really clean for me. He knows I wouldn't take it in my mouth if it smelled like some boys' cocks do.
I like my dicks real clean and slick.
I like to take a dick into my mouth and run my tongue over the head of it. Sometimes there's a little bit of oozing clear jelly that comes out of the head of a boy's cock when he gets all excited. I like to lick it off.
It doesn't taste, unless the boy has been drinking alcohol or eating garlic. I love the clean clear liquid ooze that comes out of a boy's dick head when he gets himself all hot and bothered.
It lets me know that he's excited about me that I turn him on and that he wants to fuck me but I won't let him.
I'll suck on his dick and jerk him off, but I won't let him fuck me at least, I wouldn't then. I was still a virgin and I planned to stay that way long past Senior Prom night.
Daddy would never have forgiven me if I'd lost my cherry on a wrestling mat at the high school gym dance. I had more class than that.
Anyway, I had Tommy's cock out of his pants and he was smoking a joint. I could tell that it was affecting his head, because he started to groan and wriggle a little as I stroked on the long, thick shaft of his big piece of meat.
I slipped my hand over the head of Tommy's cock and rubbed that clear liquid that was oozing from the little pink hole in the head of his dick. It was spreading all over his dick head, making it smooth and nice.
I loved to feel the slickness of Tommy's dick head. It was a nice dick and Tommy was proud of it.
He loved to show it off to me, and I loved to look at it. Tommy had a really nice cock and he could parade around naked and not be ashamed of anything.
"Kiss it, Bonnie," he whispered. "Kiss my dick."
I knew what he wanted me to do. And I wanted to do it.
I bent over and licked the slick clear liquid ooze off the head of Tommy's dick. He groaned and wriggled his butt on the wrestling mat as I took long, sweet swipes with my tongue over the head of his cock. Tommy groaned some more and took a long toke on that marijuana stick that he was smoking.
I knew that it would make him horny hornier than he already was and I also knew that it was affecting me, too.
I could feel the warm glow in my cunt.
I could feel the hot juices of my pussy bubbling down there as I took the head of Tommy's big cock in my mouth and sucked on it.
"That's it, Bonnie," Tommy said. "Suck it, honey. Suck my cock."
He was whispering. No one but me could hear him. There were people all around us doing the same thing or worse and I felt hotter and more sexually turned on than I ever had been before. It was exciting and I loved it.
I had to be careful though. My dress was so pretty, I didn't want to get it mussed up, wrestling around with Tommy up there in the gym bleachers.
I figured that I couldn't take it off that would have been just too much. But I didn't want to wrinkle it. Daddy would know that I had been doing something bad if I had come home with my dress all winkled and roughed up.
So I knelt.
I knelt in front of Tommy on the bleacher level just below him. He slid his ass up real far on the bleacher seat and spread his legs out. I knelt there between his legs and took his dick in my mouth.
Tommy has a really big dick. It's thick and hard as a hickory stick. I love the way Tommy's dick feels when it slips into my hot mouth.
I just love to suck on it.
I love it as much as I used to love lollipops when I was a little girl. I like to take long, slow swipes on Tommy's big dick with the tip of my tongue. It's exciting to me I like to pretend that I'm licking sugar off it.
That's the slick liquid that oozes out when Tommy gets hot. I pretend it's pure Karo syrup all white and sticky.
I love the taste of it it's sweet just like sugar candy.
"That's good," Tommy whispered to me. We didn't want to be overheard by the other kids up there in the bleachers, but they wouldn't have cared. Hell, half the girls had their dresses up and their boyfriends were either eating out their pussies or some were even fucking I think way up in the back way over in the darkest corners of the high school gym bleachers. I knew some girl was losing her cherry on Senior Prom night it was a school tradition.
But I was determined to be a good girl. For my own sake, but for my Daddy's too.
My Daddy was so proud of me. He would have been so hurt if I'd just let some boy poke it in me as a prize for taking me to a dance I was better than that my pussy was more valuable than a twenty dollar ticket to a Senior Prom and a corsage I was going to save myself for the right man at the right time.
"Suck it, honey," Tommy sighed. "Suck it, sweetheart."
When Tommy called me that I just melted. I knew he loved me. I knew he really cared about me that's how I could bring myself to risk shaming myself by giving him head right there in the bleachers.
I knew that part of it was the marijuana that was being smoked all around me. I just seemed to lose all restraints.
I sucked and gobbled on that dick like anything.
I took the big, thick cock down my throat and licked Tommy's balls that I had pulled out of his pants.
I was really going to town on Tommy's cock. I was sucking and licking and just carrying on like a mad thing.
I loved that dick.
"Suck it, honey," Tommy whispered. "Suck my dick. Eat it eat that cock."
He was just lying there letting me take it as I could.
Tommy's dick is really big it's thick and long. It would hurt like hell to get fucked by that dick I know that now.
But then, all I was doing was sucking on it and it was really big.
"Suck it," Tommy whispered, wriggling further forward on the seat. His legs were spread out really wide he was thrusting his ass forwards, driving his dick down my throat. I loved the way Tommy's cock felt going into my mouth.
He had a really hard cock that night harder than I had ever felt it before. He was turned on and he was hot I was hot too.
I could feel the moist dampness in my hot little cunnie. I knew that I was wet. If I had slipped my fingers under my dress and pulled down my panties and slipped my fingers along the hot little slit of my pink pussy, I knew that they would come away moist and sticky. I was hot.
"Suck it," Tommy moaned. '"Suck it, honey. Suck my dick.' Then it happened.
A bright light hit where I was kneeling in front of Tommy and I heard the voice I feared more than any other in the whole world my Daddy's.
"Bonnie Sue," my Daddy said. "Get up and straighten up your dress."
Oh God, my heart leaped into my throat. I was scared to death. I thought my Daddy would kill me. But he didn't.
But he sure as hell shamed me.
I stood up and looked right at my Daddy. He was standing there in the aisle of the bleachers with a flashlight pointed at me. He could see Tommy behind me sticking his big cock back in his pants.
"Whore!"
Daddy had never called me that before. I was shocked.
"You're nothing but a little whore." I was ashamed.
All my friends were there. All the kids that I had gone to school with. They were all around in the bleachers, fucking and sucking and eating pussy. And my Daddy had come to check on me and had caught me doing something bad.
He had caught me sucking off my boyfriend and he was going to teach me a lesson.
Daddy sat down on the bleacher seat.
The music down below was still playing and the colored lights were still playing over the dance floor and sending occasional flashes of dim red color and blue and amber up into the recesses of the high school gym bleachers where we had turned the place into Sodom and Gomorrah.
"Get across my knees, Bonnie Sue and pull up your dress."
I was mortified.
I knew what was going to happen.
I knew my Daddy was going to spank me.
He was going to treat me just like a little girl. He was going to blister my little bottom and shame me in front of Tommy and all the kids from my Senior class at school.
"No," I said.
I had never said "no" to my Daddy before. Never.
He grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me down. I struggled, but he was so strong and I'm so little that it was no use. He had me he had me where he wanted me.
Daddy had me spread across his knees and he pulled my dress up and showed my white silk panties to all who cared to look.
My face was beet red, I know it was. I had never been so shamed in my life.
But I don't know if it was the marijuana smoke, the horny kids around us or what I had been doing to Tommy or what but I was so fucking sexually turned on that I could have fucked a doorknob.
My pussy was so hot and wet that I was afraid it would drip on Daddy's knees.
But I fought. Oh God, did I fight.
"No," I yelled. "No, Daddy. Don't spank me, please. I'll be good, Daddy. I'll be a good girl. Please, please don't spank me."
But he was strong.
I was struggling though and he was having trouble keeping me still.
Then he did something that he used to do when I was real little when I'd try to squirm away from him and avoid a whipping. He always did it when I was being real bad.
He took off his belt and wrapped it around my wrists and tied me. He fastened the buckle in such a way that it was like handcuffs almost. I couldn't have gotten out of it if I had tried.
Then he threw me back down across his knees, pulled up my gown and petticoats and laid it on.
WHAP!
Daddy's big hand slapped my bottom really hard. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
Daddy was whipping my ass with his hand and making my hot little bottom sting.
My pussy was roaring with the waves of an ocean of lust.
I had never been so fucking hot in my life. I wanted to feel a cock. I wanted to know what Tommy's big thick-headed dick would feel like in my hot tight little vagina.
I wanted to get fucked.
My Daddy was spanking me shaming me making me the shame of the Senior Prom and all I could think of was getting my hot little pussy stuffed full of hot, throbbing man cock.
I wanted to be fucked.
I wanted to be fucked in the worst way, and it was all because my Daddy was spanking me. He was making me the object of scorn and humiliation. He was treating me like a naughty little girl caught showing off her slit behind the barn he was doing to me what he had done that time he caught me with Billy and Bobby, the two boys from next door. He had caught us all in the garage with our pants down and we were showing our things off to one another.
He had wailed the living tar out of me and now he was doing it again.
And it was making me hot it made me want cock it made me want to take a big, thick cock inside my pussy and feel the hot throbs of a man's cum inside me. I wanted to get fucked and right then and there I decided that if I was going to get whipped for it I might as well do it I was going to have the name I might as well have the game.
"I'm sorry, Bonnie, our hour is up."
She didn't want to stop, but professional ethics prohibited me from allowing her to continue her story.
I arranged to see her again the following week and left the rest of her tale of shame and degradation to wait until then.
INTERVIEW TWO
The second visit came.
Bonnie was wearing much the same kind of outfit that she had worn the first time she came to tell me about her fetish for bondage and discipline.
Many young girls are aroused by the spanking hand of a loving parent they seek the repetition of that same feeling of naughty niceness.
Bonnie was a classic example of the type.
She was wearing her hair in braids this time. It made her look even younger than she had looked on the first visit she looked to be about twelve although I knew from her birth certificate that accompanied her papers that she was nearly twenty years of age.
But Bonnie looked like a young girl about to enter the wonderland of puberty about to become a young miss.
My Daddy was good to me.
I mean, he was strict, yes. But he was good to me. There wasn't anything that man wouldn't do for me and the same was true with me I'd have killed for my Daddy if he'd asked me to.
When I left home after high school graduation, I used to write to my Daddy every night. I'd tell him all the things that had happened to me that day and all the thoughts that I'd had.
It was just like talking to him. I loved my Daddy and I knew he missed me just as much as I missed him.
My Daddy was good man he was a God fearing, church going man and he loved me
worshipped the ground my little feet walked on.
Sometimes I think what it would be like if my Daddy fucked me after he spanked me but I chase such thoughts right out of my head. My Daddy would beat the shit out of me (oh, there I go again, Doctor. Please forgive my rough talk).
I started talking like that when I was in high school.
My Daddy would spank me whenever I used naughty words.
He wanted me to talk clean like a good little girl. My Daddy wanted to be proud of me. He didn't want me to grow up to be a painted hussy like my big sister Ava.
Ava was a slut.
She fucked everything moving.
Hell, she would have fucked a billy goat, if she could have gotten it to hold still long enough.
But I was different.
I was Daddy's pure little girl
That is, until I got here. When I left home, my pussy was intact, but it didn't stay that way long.
The first night I stayed at the hotel where I still live, this guy who lived across the hall spotted me moving in with my suitcases.
"Hi there," he said. "You just moving in?"
"Yes," I said. "Isn't it exciting."
"Well, I don't know how exciting it is," he said.
"Oh, it is," I said. "This is the first time I've lived away from home. I just feel wonderful?"
"How old are you?" the guy asked.
You know how young I look, Doctor. Most people think I'm still a little school girl I can get away with murder sometimes, but they always ask for my ID when I go to a bar. I have to be real careful and have lots of stuff with my picture on it because even with three pieces of ID nobody believes that I'm nearly twenty. They all think I'm about fourteen or so.
It gets me into trouble too.
like the time a policeman picked me up walking down the street.
"Hey, you, little girl," he called while I was walking down the street one morning about eleven o'clock. "Aren't you supposed to be in school."
"Look, officer," I said. "I'm nineteen years old and I have ID to prove it."
"Like hell you do," he said. "Let me see it."
I was used to this routine. I had all the picture ID I needed to get a drink in any bar in town but still some of the bartenders were afraid of me. They thought I was some punk kid who had stolen her sister's ID or borrowed it from a girlfriend or something. I had to make sure that I wore my hair the same way each time my picture was taken and that I wore it the same way when I had to go to a new place where they didn't know me.
It was very annoying always having to show all those cards, but it was flattering. I bet when I'm thirty, they'll still be asking me to prove that I'm not a truant running away from school.
"Where do you live?" the policeman asked.
"I live in that hotel just down the street," I pointed it out.
"Let's go there," the cop said. "I want to check this out. I don't believe this ID. You could have had it faked.
I was used to that kind of thing.
But taking a cop home with me to prove that I lived there that was a new one on me.
"Okay," I said. "If that's what it takes to make you happy, come along."
I was on my way home anyway.
I had been out all night and let me tell you Doctor, that guy I had picked up at the single's bar was hot.
He had a dick on him that would split a watermelon.
I was limping a little from the fucking that donkey dick had given me, but there was a big smile on my face.
The cop walked right behind me, I knew he was watching my little ass twitch as I walked down the street. And let me tell you, Doctor, I didn't mind that one bit.
Something about cops has always excited my little clit.
I don't know if it's their big nightsticks or what. But there is something sexy about a man in blue with a revolver at his hip and a pair of handcuffs dangling from his belt along with a big thick brown wooden nightstick.
Sometimes I think what it would feel like to be handcuffed to a prison cell and have a cop ram his nightstick up my hot little pussy.
I know that's crazy, Doctor, but it really gets me all excited. I would love to do it sometime just for fun, of course. I don't really ever want to be in prison. There's all kinds of dykes and lesbians in there and I know what those tough women would do with a tender little cunnie like mine hell, they'd suck me dry.
I like men, Doc, don't get me wrong. Oh sure, I've let girls suck on my pussy sometimes at parties and all, you know but never could I get into that kind of thing why, do you know, Doctor, that some of those women live together and pretend one of them is the husband and that the other one is the wife I suppose it's alright though. They don't hurt nobody and they sure give themselves pleasure.
It's the same way I feel about the gay boys. Better they do it with each other than mess up some woman's life. If they want to swing on each other and let one of them fuck the other one, more power to them.
There's enough men to go around, Doctor and I'm getting my share so whatever turns somebody on is just fine with me.
I guess what I do would seem strange to some people.
But it's what makes me happy, Doctor and I don't think it's wrong. I don't harm anyone, God knows how could I all tied up and whatnot.
So, anyway, this cop takes me up to my hotel room.
Let me tell you, they had raised eyebrows at the desk in the lobby of that cheap hotel I live in it's not every girl who brings a cop home with her in the middle of the day. It was just before Noon.
"Anything wrong, officer?" the desk clerk asked as we passed his cage.
"We'll see," the cop said. "Does this young lady live here?"
"Yes sir," the desk clerk said. He was a nervous little pipsqueak. I didn't like him much.
"Does she live alone?"
"As far as I know," the desk clerk said. "She's the only one registered in that room."
The cop looked suspiciously at me as though I sneaked men into my room and fucked the daylights out of them.
(Look, Doctor, if my language offends you, just let me know only want to say what I have to say and this is the way I talk, so don't feel bashful about telling me to clean it up if you feel like washing my mouth out with soap and spanking me for talking dirty, I'll understand. My Daddy used to do that all the time.)
I let her babble on Bonnie was seeking approval and punishment at the same time. I understood her game and watched her play it it was fascinating.
Now, Doctor, this hotel that I live in let me tell you: it's not the kind of place my Daddy would want me to live in thank God, he's back home and can't see it.
At night, there are all these women who stand on the sidewalk outside the hotel and ask men as they pass by if they want to "go out," or if they "want a date."
I know what kind of women they are, too they're whores.
I never saw a whore before I came here, Doctor. I'd heard about them and all I always thought they were really wild painted women who stunk of cheap perfume and wore dresses with slits in the sides.
I suppose there are those kind somewhere
maybe in some man's dream but these are real nice girls I've gotten to know a few of them and they are just as sweet and nice as the girls back home in fact, they are just like the girls back home the only difference is that they don't work in the beauty parlor all day and then go out at night.
They go to the beauty parlor alright but as customers not as the poor little girls who work there.
These girls don't have all that much money
but they sure have fun.
I've thought about doing it myself sometimes, but you know that I couldn't. My Daddy would die.
That man would just die if his little girl turned into a pro.
That would break my Daddy's heart and I could never do that.
Well, anyway, this big old cop he was about six feet three and built like a bull.
I wondered if he was hung like one too.
Well, we got on that elevator to go up to my room, and wouldn't you know it a couple of those girls were in the elevator the ones who rent by the hour?
They were shocked to see me get into the elevator with a cop they probably thought that he was arresting me for something. I had to giggle.
Well, we got up to my room and went inside.
"Now prove that you live here and that that ID is really yours."
I didn't know how I could prove it.
"Where's the bathroom?" the cop asked.
I pointed to the bathroom door which was just beside the closet door and which looked a lot like it. You would have had to lived in the room to know that.
The cop went to the bathroom door and opened it.
He nodded.
"Okay," he said. "But you might have guessed that."
"But the desk clerk downstairs said I live here," I told him.
"Could be fixed," he said. "Those other girls in the elevator do they live here or do they just work here?"
He had me there. He knew what those girls were you could spot them a mile away. They had high heels and real short shorts on
You could see their pussies in the crotch of their shorts they were so tight.
Why you could just look at them and see that warm little mound of love there between their legs. The seam of the shorts went up the crack of their cunts and you could see everything they had.
You could see their tits too Boy, could you see their tits.
One girl had on a halter top that was so skimpy, I'm surprised she could have the nerve to walk the streets in it. It left just nothing to the imagination just nothing at all.
Well, the cop sat down on the bed and looked at me.
I was scared, Doctor. I was really scared.
"You've been a bad girl, haven't you?" the cop said.
I was really scared. I knew what he wanted me to say.
"Yes, sir," I said and I looked at my shoes. I have these cute little black patent leather shoes that I wear I've always liked that kind of shoe. It makes me feel so cute and feminine.
"You need to be punished, don't you?" The cop had me right on target. "Yes, sir, ' I said.
'Then come here," he said. "Come here and bend over my knee. I'm going to whip you."
"No, no," I protested. "Please don't whip me."
"Get over here," he said, his voice real strong and masculine.
"No," I said. "I won't."
And I pouted. I stuck out that lower lip and I pouted. I dug my toe into the rug and looked at him sideways.
"You little bitch, " he said. He was getting mad.
He reached out and grabbed me by the wrist, pulled me to him and had those handcuffs slapped on my wrists so damned fast I didn't know what hit me.
"There, " he said. "Now you'll do as you're told."
Shit, I thought. Here I am handcuffed in my hotel room with a big old cop. What on earth was that man going to do to me helplesss little me.
He sat down on the bed and pulled me down across his knee. My hand were behind me.
'There, now." He was mad.
He pulled up my little skirt and looked down at my little white panties that I had on that morning. They were so cute. They had little flowers sewn on them that were just the cutest things you ever did see.
He grabbed hold of those cute little delicate panties and he ripped. R-M-I-I-I-PPPPP!! !
Those little panties were gone whooooooosh! They were just gone.
That cop had ripped those little cute white panties with the little flowers on them all to hell they were gone and my butt was bare.
WHACK!
The cop's big rough hand slapped my little bottom and I yelled. "Damn you!" WHACK!"
"God damn you, Mister!" WHACK!
"You son of a bitch!" WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "You cocksucking cop!" That did it.
That cop wailed into my ass like a thrashing machine. I've never had such a paddling in my life. He whapped my ass, and I felt the strangest feeling creeping into my pussy.
It was wet.
It was the wettest it had ever been. The more that cop slapped me, the more I gushed.
I was just a little fountain of love there on that cop's knees with my hands handcuffed behind my back. I just loved it.
He had me sprawled across his big old knees and he was just wailing the living tar out of me. And my pussy was quivering like a G-string on an electric guitar. TWANG!
Jesus, I was hot. I was so hot while that cop was spanking my ass, I creamed. I really did, Doc.
I just creamed right there on that cop's pants.
"You silly little slut," the cop yelled, feeling the warm gush of my pussy juice dripping and seeping through his blue serge pants.
"I'll clean it I will," I yelled.
He was so mad.
He threw me over on the bed and I rolled over, the handcuffs were biting into my little wrists and my skirt was up around my belly button. I just lay there on the bed with my legs spread out. I know that cop could see right up into my pussy, but I didn't care. Hell, I was so hot I was still creaming.
"You silly little bitch," the cop said. "Look what you've done to my uniform."
There was a big old stain on that cop's pants. It looked like he'd jerked off and cum all over himself.
I had to laugh but I tried not to.
"Damn you," the cop was really mad now.
I was scared.
"I'll have to wash these off and let them dry," he said. "I can't go out looking like this. You stay right there, you stupid cunt."
He went to the bathroom door and looked in. I have a hair dryer in there and he grabbed it.
"Well, at least I can dry them," he said. He flipped the switch on to see if it would work. It did.
It blew hot air and cold air.
"You're all wet, too," the cop said, looking at me there on the bed. My pussy was really dripping I was so fucking hot.
WHOOOOSH!
The hot air from that hair dryer blew on my hot, wet cunt and I thought I'd die.
He had the thing plugged in and he pointed the air nozzle right up there into my pussy and it blew. It blew hot air up there and it drove me crazy.
It was the wildest damned thing I'd ever felt. That hot air just tickled my clit and made me go all funny inside.
I couldn't help just gushing and gushing some more.
And he kept switching it from hot to cold to hot and back again.
The changes in the temperature gave my pussy a kick.
It was crazy and wild.
I'd never even thought of doing anything like that with my hair dryer.
My Daddy bought me that hair dryer.
He would have shit, if he'd seen that cop and what he was doing with it.
But, man. It was making my pussy turn flip flops.
First hot, then cold then hot then cold.
The changes in the temperature did wild things to my cunnie. I was burning one minute and then it got cold cold, hot, cold, hot it was wild.
The cop was laughing.
I was writhing and squirming there on the bed. It was terrible.
The handcuffs were biting into my wrists. I couldn't get away from him and he was torturing me with my own hair dryer and I was cumming.
I was cumming like I never had before.
Orgasm after orgasm after orgasm-
It was terrifying.
I had no idea that I could cum that much, that I could be turned on by a hair dryer.
The cop was grinning from ear to ear as he flicked off the switch and put the thing away.
"I guess it will do to dry my pants after you wash them off for me."
He was going to make me wash my pussy juice off his pants.
"But first "
He unbuckled his big belt that had the gun and had had the handcuffs on it. And he also loosened his billy club.
At this point in the interview, I had to begin watching her closely she was getting strange.
She had slipped a hand inside her Levis and she was playing with her vagina as she talked to me.
I was scared, Doc.
Oh, was I scared.
That cop had his billy club in his hand and I was lying there on the bed handcuffed, my pussy raw from the hot wind the hair dryer had blown at me. It was terrible.
"See this, little girl?" the cop said, brandishing the billy club.
"Yes, sir," I said in a small voice.
"You know what I'm going to dc with this?"
I was afraid of the answer.
He had me where he wanted me handcuffed, hot and ready for anything.
At this point, Bonnie went crazy.
She ripped open her Levis and began masturbating.
She rammed a finger deep into her pussy and frigged herself.
I lit my pipe and waited for her to continue.
Oh, Doc. I'm sorry. I can't help myself. When I think about that cop and that billy club, it just gets me crazy.
I love my pussy, isn't it pretty it's the prettiest little pussy you ever saw, isn't it, Doctor it's just the kind of pussy you'd like to eat isn't it, Doc?
Wouldn't you like to eat my pussy?
Look at that warm little slit it's so luscious and sweet lick it, Doctor. Come on lick it.
I had to warn her that I would terminate the interview if she didn't behave herself.
I'm sorry, Doctor. I'll put my clothes back together. There.
The cop pulled me off the bed and dragged me across the room and unlocked the handcuffs. I thought he was going to let me loose but no. Do you know what he did?
He put one handcuff on my wrist and attached the other one to the radiator. I was handcuffed to the radiator there in the hotel room and there was no way I could get loose.
"Now bend over and look out the window," the cop said.
I didn't know what he meant.
But a whap on the ass from that billy club, set my thoughts to working.
I bent over and grabbed the window sill with the one hand that was free, the other one was handcuffed to the radiator.
"Slut," he said, and he whapped me across the butt with the billy club.
It was sore.
It hurt from the whacking he had done with his hand and the billy club was just that much harder.
WHAP! the billy club hit my bare bottom as he pushed my little skirt up and made me bend over there, handcuffed to the radiator.
My pussy was still burning and freezing from that wild thing he had done with the hair dryer.
I was going wild.
Then it happened.
I knew he was going to do it. But I didn't believe it was possible.
He had found my jar of cold cream in the bathroom and he unscrewed the top of it and took out a great big glob of the creamy slick cold cream and he spread it all over his billy club. He greased up that sucker and then he stuck the end of it between my little butt cheeks and poked.
"NO!" I screamed out the window. "Don't do that!" RAM!
That billy club was six inches up my ass-hole before I knew what hit me. RAM!
He was fucking me with his billy club fucking my little ass like there was no tomorrow. Fuck!
Ram!
He shoved that night stick up my behind and fucked me with it.
It was the craziest thing.
I would have thought that it would tear my guts out. But no, it was getting me hot!
It was the craziest thing.
I could feel that great big wooden thing up my ass, but it didn't hurt as much as I thought it would.
I had tried to get loose but the handcuff that had me screwed to the radiator kept me from going much of anywhere.
I hung onto that window sill while that cop rammed that night stick up my butt hole and fucked the shit out of me.
RAM!
He slammed that night stick up about ten inches and then pulled it back. RAM!
He slapped me on the butt and then rammed it in again.
RAM!
He was fucking my ass with that night stick and my pussy was getting all hot and creamy. RAM! Gush! RAM! Gush! RAM!
Gush! Gush! Gush! I was creaming myself and he was fucking my ass. It was the wildest thing I had ever experienced, Doctor. It just drove me crazy.
And then he pulled it out.
My ass-hole was sore, but my pussy was wet.
"Turn around," he said.
I turned around. My one wrist was still attached to the radiator by the handcuff, so I had to back up against the radiator.
Those metal things hurt my little ass as I leaned up against it thank God, it wasn't winter the radiator would have been red hot and steaming.
"Pull that skirt up," the cop said, unzipping his pants.
I knew he was going to fuck me.
I knew he was going to put his dick in my pussy and fuck me and I was scared. He had a gun on his belt. If I resisted, he'd shoot me.
I reached down with my one free hand and tucked my skirt up into the waistband. My pussy was completely exposed as I stood there, leaning back against the radiator that I was handcuffed to. RAM!
His big old dick tore into my pussy and I screamed.
"Shut up, you silly bitch," the cop said. And he fucked me harder.
His cock was hard and big and thick.
He rammed it into my pussy and began fucking me.
My pussy was so wet and hot and cold and everything. I didn't know what was happening any more. It was the wildest damn thing I had ever gone through.
If my Daddy could have seen me he'd have shit.
CONCLUSION
Bonnie's fixation on her father and figures of authority is quite common. What she had done about that fixation however, exceeds the norm.
She is oriented towards a dominant male figure and can only become sexually aroused when she is handcuffed, tied up, or in some other way restrained.
If she learns to live with her fixation on bondage and being whipped, spanked and humiliated, she will have a happy, productive life with little or no side effects.
But if she allows her neuroses to overwhelm her psyche, she could be in trouble.
I feel that working with Bonnie will result in her accepting the limitations society puts on her fetish.
Bondage and discipline are common turn-ons. More women than one would suppose like to be tied up and raped by their husbands. It fulfills a need in them a need to disassociate themselves from the guilt they feel about the unbridled lust in their loins.
They want to be fucked, but cannot accept the responsibility for it so they want to be "raped."
Bonnie will be fine once she finds a man who understands her fetish and can deal with it. He can tie her up nightly and have all the sex he wants with her and Bonnie will feel no guilt in the morning only loving trust for the man who lives up to her fantasies of her own father.
CASE HISTORY TWO
SUBJECT: Agnes R. AGE: Thirty seven
INTERVIEW ONE
Agnes is a plain woman.
She wears her hair in a severe style that makes her resemble a librarian in a small town library. One can almost imagine her as the "old maid schoolteacher" of boyhood nightmares.
But she is quiet.
Very quiet.
On the first interview, she sat for sometime just wringing her hands and tearing up a tissue.
I waited for her to speak as she looked at the floor and darted her frightened eyes towards me, seeking some reaction or approval from me.
I waited until she was ready to speak.
"Go on, beat me that's what you want to do."
I was shocked.
Agnes writhed in the chair and flailed her breasts.
"Beat me tie me up and beat me go on! Beat me piss on me, treat me like the dirty piece of shit I am-cum all over my face, fuck the shit out of me tell me that you love me, and then get the fuck out!"
She lowered her eyes and glowered at me like a tigress.
"Agnes?" I tried to get her attention.
Her eyes narrowed to slits like the eyes of a cat. She snarled.
"Don't call me by that mousy bitch's name," she snapped in what appeared to be a German accent. It was definitely not the voice of the mousy woman who had signed up for the interview.
"Call me Isabel," she sighed, crossing her legs and letting her plaid skirt ride above her knees and show off her shapely legs.
She had completely changed personalities. She was a different woman.
There were two personalities trapped in one body.
It was a classic case of split personality sometimes referred to as schizophrenia.
"Look what she made me wear today!
Shit! That's what she dresses in. Shit!
It's all brown what she wears. All brown and tweed.
I hate tweed.
It itches.
It's awful. I like silk like these panties I am wearing.
She threw up her skirt and flashed the most elaborate pair of red satin panites with lace and tassels fringe. They had garters that held up the tops of her brown cotton stockings a place where the two personalities met in the flesh.
"It's disgusting what she wears. I'm going to take it off."
She took off her skirt, shoes and blouse and stood before me a changed woman. The bun came untied as she removed the pins and her long, chestnut auburn hair cascaded down over her shoulders, nearly obscuring one eye. And her round, high bosom was pushed upwards and outwards, nearly spilling out in milky folds over her tightly laced Merry Widow ensemble.
It was red satin and black lace.
Rhinestones studded the tightly cinched waist and the stockings looked like brown boots attached to her black lace garter belt.
'There, that's better."
She sat down again and flicked her fingers at me in a desperate gesture for a cigarette. I gave her one and she waited for me to light it her chest heaving as she bent over my desk.
"Thank's Doc," she said. "Now I can begin:
Mother was a movie star one of the biggest.
She was the queen of the silver screen and nobody could touch her. She was cold as ice.
Men thronged at her feet and she stepped on them with her platform come-fuck-me-pumps.
She was mean.
In her movies she was mean. At home she was meaner she was a sadistic child-beating bitch.
And we loved her we were terrified of her but we loved her.
She'd bought us you know.
We were adopted children.
She picked out the prettiest children she could find and she bought us.
Why not; She had all the money in the world she was a Hollywood queen. Why shouldn't she buy a couple of gorgeous kids like us?"
My brother is gorgeous too. He's one of those golden god musclebuilders.
Anyway, Mommy dearest used to beat us.
She used to beat the holy fucking shit out of us. She'd lay into us with coat hangers, fly swatters, anything that was handy if we crossed her, she'd hit us.
That was the hittingest woman in the whole world.
She would sooner smack us than talk to us. And we loved her.
We worshipped the ground her five inch platform heels walked on.
Yeah, we were crazy about that sadistic cunt.
She'd tie us up with the drapery pulls, whip the shit out of our naked butts with a cheese board from the kitchen and tie us in our beds.
We had these great big cribs like cages, they were.
She kept us in those things until we went to college. She would have sent them with us, but she did the next best thing she sent us to private Catholic schools run by cloistered nuns up in the mountains above Lake Arrowhead.
The nuns took over where our adopted Mommie dearest left off.
Those dried up lesbians would whip us with their rosary beads, leaving little welt marks for every Hail, Mary!
And since what we usually got punished for was doing naughties like showing off the cute little cunts that we were developing we got all hot when the nuns beat us.
We were already interested in sex when the nuns got us we were hot to trot and had no source of stimulation other than each other.
Mother Superior was the one though.
She would get hold of a naughty girl and that was the end of it that was all.
"Bend over that desk, you sinful beast," she would say. "Bend over and pull that skirt up show me that bottom, girl. Show me that bottom."
And then it would hit.
The flat backside of a crucifix.
She whapped us with the old rugged cross.
It was wild, man let me tell you it was wild.
That old nun would be whapping us with the back side of a Jesus stick and we'd cream our panties.
It was crazy. But every time that old nun would start with the paddling, we'd go we'd just gush our little cherry sauce out.
We were virgins all of us. As far as men went we were virgins.
If a man had thought of raping Mommie dearest's darling daughter, the housewives of America would have ripped his nuts from California to Chicago and south to Tiajuana.
Mommie dearest was the revenge woman.
She was the one who got even with the men she was the bitch the queen bee.
And we were her property.
She could do anything with us she wanted. And so could Mother Superior.
I think that's where I first found out that I loved women.
Especially older women dominant women.
I would sometimes be allowed to accompany Mommy dearest to a movie premiere.
I'd be all dressed in frilly, lacy stuff things that would make me look eleven if possible Mommie dearest was sensitive about the fact that her daughter was over eighteen.
It made her look old and Mommy dearest couldn't afford to look old to the public she couldn't have a grown daughter and son who towered over her at six feet four.
Mommy dearest had hidden my dear brother away in a dark cell in a monastery in Tibet. No one would ever know about him.
But I was different.
I've always been short. I've been little like this since I was fourteen. I just didn't grow.
As she sat there in her red satin lace outfit, she became a little girl.
She curled up with her knees above the arm of the chair, her vagina observable between her legs and thrust a thumb in her mouth and sucked it like a nipple.
"Do you like it?
Do you like my cute little pussy patch?"
She had shaved her vagina and powdered it like a bunny tail. It was soft and fluffy looking.
Mommy dearest always taught me to clean my little love notch. Isn't it cute?
The boys just love my little pink pussy. They love to pet it and kiss it. Would you like to kiss it huh? Would you like to kiss my hot little love slit? Would you, huh? Then do it.
Close your eyes and dream about my pussy.
It's so cute it's just the cutest little pussy you ever saw. It's hot and ripe and open and moist and it's all for you. It's yours, mister my pussy is yours. Just close your eyes, open your mouth and stick out that warm, slippery tongue. Lick me from my toes right up the insides of my creamy slick hairless legs and dip your tasty tongue in my love berry patch.
I taste like strawberry today. I used the creamy stuff while I slid my vibrator in my pussy this morning. I did it, I really did.
Now wasn't that naughty of me?
At this point in the interview she slumped over the back of the chair and pointed her posterior towards where I was seated behind my desk.
She wriggled and squirmed, extending her buttocks toward me in a lascivious attempt to arouse my carnal lusts she was trying to get me to get a hard-on. And it was working.
My dick was rising in my trousers.
It had never happened with a patient before, and it would never happen again. But I allowed it to continue to see what would happen for scientific purposes.
The more she wriggled, the harder my dick got. And she wanted me to whip her.
"Doc, tie me up. Here take off my stockings and tie me up with them. Tie me to the chair and make me bend over. I've been a naughty girl and you have to punish me."
I did as she suggested.
Her stockings were perfect for tying her up. They slipped from her luscious legs and wrapped neatly around her wrists and ankles attaching her to the wooden chair with arms that she had been sitting in.
Agnes had her butt sticking out with her wrists tied to the arms of the chair and her legs were bound at the ankles to the legs of the chair. She was bent over in a provocative manner, and she wriggled her behind.
"Whip it. Whip my butt. Go on, do it.
That's right. Use it use that hand. Slap my behind, mister. Hit it. Hit my round, rosy buns.
Slap that ass, mister. Slap it.
It makes me hot it turns me on. It does. You know it does. It gets my pussy to squirming something awful.
Every time you lay those hands on me, mister, I cream. I just cream my little cherry pits out. I do I just squeeze all the love drippings I can from way down deep in my hot little tunnel of love this snatch of mine, this cunt, this pussy, this wide open gasping, vibrating, hungry, thirsty for love fucking cunt!
Whip my ass!
Whip my ass for talking dirty! I love to have my ass whipped. It just gets me so fucking hot. It turns me on, it does. It gets my old pussy to squirming something awful.
I remember one time with this truck driver who had picked me up hitch hiking he was hot, man. He was the hottest fucking stud I'd ever seen.
He wasn't that handsome, you know. He wasn't handsome like you he was just a fine man good enough looking for all normal purposes if you know what I mean.
He wasn't no pretty boy not like my brother my brother was the prettiest girl when we dressed him up when he was tiny. He had long hair real long hair just like mine and we'd dress him up in my clothes he was so cute.
He kept on doing that when he got older.
Mommie dearest would find him in one of her dresses and she'd wail the tar out of him with a razor strap.
She had one of those old-fashioned barber chairs in her bedroom. It was one of those that you could raise and lower and twist around.
Well, she used to tie us to it and whip us.
She'd put us over the back of it. Our privates would be against the headrest that she'd had lined with silk.
It was soft on my pussy when she lashed me to it.
I was hanging over the back of the barber chair, with my ankles tied to the arms of the chair where I was kneeling it was a perfect position to ram something up my ass or whip the tar out of my little pink behind.
My brother got it too, and we used to do things on purpose so that Mommy dearest would pay some attention to us anything to get us in her sight. She was so busy with her career which was slipping and all that we'd do anything to get her to pay attention to us including things that would make her tie us up and whip the shit out of us.
And she did.
She whipped us a lot.
My first sexual experience was while Mommy dearest whipped me for something or other that I had done.
I creamed my little cherry juice on her.
I did.
She had me tied up and whipping my ass and I creamed for the first time right there on Mommy's lap.
I didn't know what had happened to me I didn't know anything, but I knew one thing it felt good and I wanted to do it again.
I wanted to cum and cum and cum.
And I learned how I learned fast I was smart and I learned all the ways to cum there were.
But my favorite way was to get tied up to something, get the hell beat out of my ass and then whipped over and fucked.
Fucked like a stallion after a mare in heat.
I loved to get fucked like a mare.
I loved to have some big stud ram his dick in my pussy to ram it in and really stick it to me.
I loved that.
I loved it a lot.
I loved to get fucked hard the harder the better.
Would you like to fuck me hard.
Would you like to fuck my hot pussy-would you?
I'll bet that dick of yours is hard, isn't it?
That dick of yours is throbbing right now ain't it?
I'll bet it is.
I'll just bet your dick is as hard as it's ever been in your life.
Right now, I'll bet you're wanting to slip that dick of yours into my hot pussy. I'll bet you'd love that.
Wouldn't you like to stick your hot, throbbing man meat into my meat grinder?
Look at that pussy of mine.
She spread her legs. I could see her cunt. I could see the hairless slit that she had shaved clean and powdered. It was pink where the labia parted and the tingling clit of the little girl/woman /strange schizophrenic I had tied to a chair in my office. It was time for the interview to be over, but I couldn't bring myself to stopping it now.
It was too exciting.
It was too much of a breakthrough.
I might never have a chance to explore this woman as deeply as she was now revealing herself to me, as she stood there, spread-legged and tied to that chair in my office.
"Look at it, look at my pussy.
It's creaming. It's all creamy and slick inside.
Stick a finger in it. Go on. Dip one finger in the love fountain between my sweet legs.
Dip your fingers into the well of love and lick of the juice of the gods.
Lick your finger.
Go on. It's got my pussy juice on it.
Go on, stick your finger in your mouth go on, please, for me let me feel you lick my juicy fruit off that finger.
Lick.
Lick that finger. Lick it good.
Stick it in your mouth while you reach down and take hold of that big, thick juicy piece of cock meat between your legs.
Go on, take it out.
Take out your dick.
Suck that finger and take your dick out of your pants.
Take it out and pull back the foreskin if you've got any if you do so much the better I loved men with uncircumcised cocks. The more ragged the dick, the more I like the meat.
I know it's not supposed to be that way. But it is with me.
I love uncircumcised meat. Love it, love it, love it.
It's sweeter, and more tender.
The heads of those dicks are soft and slippery. like a sweet pop that I can lick the juice off of.
Look at my pussy quiver at that.
Just the thought of a big, sloppy cheese stick gets me creaming.
I love to get fucked like this.
But I know it's bad. I know it's bad for me to want to get fucked this badly.
But I need it I need to get fucked I need a big throbbing dick like the one you've got in your hand I need one in my pussy.
Give me your cock.
Please give me your cock.
Stick that cock in my hot, juicy cunt let me have it I want your cock. I want to get fucked. Fuck me, please, please fuck me-
OH! That's it.
Fuck me fuck my hot pussy. Fuck the shit out of me. Fuck that cunt, fuck it. Yes, oh, yes fuck that cunt do it do it to me yes, do it do it to me do it. I love it fuck me fuck that pussy.
Ram it in.
Do it.
Ram that dick in my cunt. I can feel it can you?
Can you? Can you feel my sweet pussy lips wrapping around your hard, throbbing cock? Can you feel that.
I can feel your cock I can feel your hot, man's cock thrusting slowly and deep into my pussy patch. I love the way your hard man's cock feels in my sweet nest of love.
Fuck me, mister.
Fuck my pussy go ahead stick it in there. Give it to me give me that cock yes!
Yes! give it to me fuck me fuck me harder harder, faster, harder, faster. Yes! Yes! Yes!
The girl collapsed in a frenzy of orgasm. The interview was concluded.
INTERVIEW TWO
Agnes arrived for the second visit in a totally different guise. She was simply but tastefully dressed.
Gone were the spectacles that she had brought with her the last time the severe bun in which she had worn her hair was now impossible for she had shorn her hair.
It was cut in an attractive feather cut and bleached out to the roots and tinged with lavender and chartreuse.
She had adopted the bizarre costume and hair style of the Punk Rock set. It was strange and fascinating.
Her clothes were 1940's trash discards they were highly sexual though. She was much more appealing physically than ever before.
I wondered what kind of underwear she had on if any.
These people are notorious for not wearing any underwear.
As Agnes sank down in the chair for her interview, she blew a cigar ring at me she was smoking a long, thin cigar.
"I suppose you're wondering if it's Agnes or Isabel today.
Well, it's neither it's me.
My name is Antigone and I adore my father.
My mother was a cunt she used to beat us but my father he was the best. We didn't see him much.
Mommie dearest was divorced a lot and we had different daddies to look out for us as we grew up one was worse than the next.
They were all lazy, good for nothings who sponged off Mommie dearest and drank her booze but they all had big cocks and they loved to fuck at least, Mommie dearest thought so.
What they really liked to do was diddle with me while Mommie dearest was at the movie factory, churning out soap operas for the dark caverns of movie theatres all over America.
Our daddies caught on fast that we liked to be tied up and whipped.
They did it for us when Mommie was at the movie studio.
One daddy was really great.
I was already in high school when this one happened along. And he was my favorite of all my Daddies.
He was a good looking stud, about thirty years old. Mommie dearest was forty something at the time, but no one knew for sure she had burned her hometown city hall to the ground to destroy the birth records. Mommie dearest had money lots of it. She could do anything she wanted.
But Bud, that was my daddy's name Bud was hot.
He was a hot man young and hung and good looking. Mommy shouldn't have left me alone with him I was hot too.
"Agnes," he'd call.
"Call me Antigone," I'd say.
"Alright, Antigone let me help you with that."
I was in my bath, I had a large scrub brush to wash my back as the bubbles surrounded me in the tub.
He always sat in the bathroom when I took my bath it would have been indecent but I had bubble baths the kind that you see in the movies with thousands of bubbles mountaining in the tub.
I was naked in the tub, but he couldn't see my naked teenage body. I was covered with the bubbles.
But I could see the crotch in his pants and let me tell you, that sucker had a hard on from the minute he walked into that bathroom until he left.
I knew how big his dick was I could see it through the expensive clothes that Mommie dearest bought him.
He had a whanger and I wanted to see how it would feel in my young pussy.
I was a virgin but I didn't want to stay one.
Mommie dearest was going to send us off to a convent soon or something so I wanted to find out what a man's cock felt like in my cunt before I went to the land of the midnight nun.
"Let me see it," I said, pointing a toe out of the bathtub directly at his cock.
He grinned and reached down and unzipped the fly of his expensive Italian lounging pajamas they must have cost Mommie dearest a couple of hundred of her well earned dollars to have that bastard show off his cock to her teenage daughter.
I loved it though.
Mommy dearest was hard at work and I had her man.
He slipped over to the edge of the tub which was this big black marble number in the middle of the floor sunken it was like a pond.
He knelt down and pulled out his throbbing cock.
I was fascinated by it-it was gorgeous.
He had the kind of cock that sculptors like to make molds of it was beautifully shaped and thick long and hard I longed to touch it to reach out and grab hold of the man's cock I wanted it I wanted it so bad I could taste it and that's just what I did.
I reached over, grabbed hold of his throbbing meat and guided it towards my lips and opened them and took that man's big, thick throbbing cock into my pink tender mouth.
I began to suck on that cock it was a hard cock and I loved it I loved the way it felt. It was thick and rubbery and I sucked on it.
I sucked on that man's cock like there was no tomorrow I wanted to taste his cum. I wanted to know what cum tasted like it was hot it was really hot in the tub and I was making it hotter.
He knelt beside the tub, his hands on his hips as I took his meat into my mouth I sucked it in and down my throat. It was thick and big and hard but I took it I took the man's cock in my mouth and sucked.
"That's good," he said, quietly. "That's real good. Now use your tongue. Slide your tongue over it lick it, lick my cock."
I did what he said.
I sucked and licked at that man's meat stick until I was blue in the face.
I wanted that man's cum and I '-new that the only way I was going to get it would be if I had the guts to suck it until it came.
I knew that the only way I was going to get to taste his hot cum was to suck on that big man's cock until he shot in my mouth.
Mommy dearest would have throttled me if she could have seen what I was doing to her husband.
But hell, I was old enough to have a husband of my own lots of girls my age were married but Mommie dearest made me dress like a ten year old but I didn't have to act like one.
I took that man's dick in my mouth and I sucked.
I sucked and I rimmed his dick head with my tongue. I licked and carried on with his cock like there was no holding me back no way, I wanted that cock to shoot off in my mouth.
I wanted to taste that man's hot, sweet cum. I wanted it I wanted it more than I had ever wanted anything.
I wanted cum.
I wanted that man's cum.
I wanted him to shoot his load in my mouth.
I wanted to suck his balls dry and spit out the seeds. I wanted cum in my hot little throat. I wanted it I wanted it, yes, I did.
Fuck I wanted to suck that man's cock, and I was doing it. I was sucking it. I was running my tongue along the undershaft of the man's cock and he was going to shoot.
He tensed his ass muscles. I could tell he was thrusting his hips forward, driving his cock down my thirsty throat.
I wanted to taste his cum. I wanted it more than I had ever wanted anything and here it came he was cumming.
Spurt! He shot his load in my mouth.
SPURT!
SPURT!
SPURT!
I gobbled.
I gobbled that man's cum, like it was goat's milk and honey it was the tastiest stuff I had ever had better than ice cream or anything. I loved the taste of that man's cum. I wanted to suck him dry.
I wanted to take that big, long hard dick of his and thrust it down my hot throat and suck till it was dry I wanted it all all, down my throat.
"Take it all," he whispered. 'Take it all."
All this time that I was sucking on his cock, I had my hand under the bubbles in the bubble bath.
All the time I was sucking on that man's cock, I was fingering my little cunnie. I was thrusting my long, slender fingers into my tight little twat and really knocking it off my love knob.
I was tickling and thrusting my fingers into my cunt, I was bringing myself off all the time
I was sucking on my Mommie dearest's husband's cock. It was hot.
It was so hot I thought the bubble bath would turn to steam it was hot and sexy and then it happened the thing I feared most in the world.
"YOU BASTARD! YOU BITCH YOU ROTTEN LITTLE TEENAGE BITCH!
Mommie dearest was back from the movies.
At this point the girl turned again.
Her personality switched to one I had not seen before. It was fascinating to watch her assume the role of her own mother.
"You cunt.
You stupid little bitch. I'm going to have to punish you, you know. Get out of that tub. Get out of that tub and come here.
That's right, drip on the marble, you silly twat. Bend over the toilet while I untie this sash from my dress.
There.
Now your hands are tied behind your back, you little cunt.
Your hands are bound and you can not stop what is going to happen to you. Bud, you get me a switch of some kind I don't care what it is it's got to be hard though.
That's fine, the bristles on the toilet cleaning brush will scrape her tender skin just fine.
And then she changed again.
Mommy dearest had me tied over the toilet. I knew that the brush was going to hurt and I knew that she was going to use it on me. I knew that she was going to switch my bare bottom with that brush. She was going to whip me and make me sore.
WHACK!
It hit my ass.
I screamed. It hurt. It really hurt. WHACK!
I let out a yell and she whacked me even harder.
"So you like to suck cock, do you?" she said. "You like to suck big men's cocks."
I was terrified. She was really angry angry as a woman can get when she finds her teenage adopted angel sucking off her new stud husband and that's mad.
"Get over there, Bud. I want to see her eat your cock. I want to see what she does with your cock while I bare her bottom of skin I'm going to rake this brush across her ass while I slap her with it and she sucks you off now move, Bud get over there and let the little cunt suck on your cock like she was doing just a few minutes ago. I want to watch."
He had already cum once, but I knew that he could get it up again. He was a hot man really hot and I wanted his cock.
I still wanted it even though Mommie dearest had caught us I still wanted his cock. I didn't care how hard she hit me I wanted it I wanted cock.
Bud came over to where I was kneeling across the toilet. He got on the other side and stuck his hips forward, his cock thrust out of his pants.
"Suck it," Mommie dearest said. "Suck his cock while I whallop the daylights out of you."
I was terrified but I was more terrified to refuse to obey Mommie dearest. I was afraid that she would do something really bad to me I had never said no to Mommie and I was not about to start now.
WHAMP!
The brush bit into my butt as I took the head of Bud's cock into my mouth again. I was tied with the sash of Mommie's dress with my hands behind my back, but I could suck on that dick alright.
I licked the head of it as Bud thrust it into my mouth.
I felt it getting hard again. He was going to get it up for me.
It was exciting. I was naked and bound with a red satin sash and I was sucking off my Mommie dearest's husband while she beat the shit out of my ass with a toilet cleaning brush with really rough bristles. It hurt it hurt like hell, but the cock in my mouth made me forget all about it. I loved that cock and I could suck it forever.
"Suck his dick," Mommie dearest ordered. "Suck it raw."
WHAMP!
She hit me with the brush and I sucked.
It was the hottest, most exciting thing of my life. I have never since nor never before experienced anything as erotic as that strange scene in the bathroom.
My pussy was hot and wet.
I sucked that man's cock until I thought he would shoot a gallon. He was hot too. There was something about Mommie and her brush that was exciting to both of us.
She whamped my ass and I sucked his cock.
WHAMP!
Suck!
WHAMP!
Suck!
WHAMP!
Suck!
I sucked that cock and Mommie whamped my ass.
It was hot it was so hot and I knew that Bud would cum soon. I knew that he couldn't hold back I knew that he was as excited by this scene as I was.
WHAMP!
He came as Mommie whamped my butt I creamed too. My pussy just gushed. I couldn't even touch myself and I was cumming in gallons.
He was cumming too.
He was shooting his load into my hot, thirsty mouth. I was sucking the holy bejesus out of his cock and he was shooting his wad down my throat.
GULP!
I sucked it down. WHAMP!
Mommy dearest beat my ass.
SQUIRT!
He came again.
WHAMP!
SUCK!
SQUIRT!
It was wild the three of us were in the bathroom and this scene was getting hotter and hotter. Mommy dearest was getting off on it too, I think. I think she was looking forward to having Bud fuck her after she got rid of me
maybe she would beat his ass too.
Maybe Mommie would tie him up and beat the shit out of him for seducing her daughter.
I didn't know or care all I knew was that I was hot and horny and turned on. My thighs were drenched with my quim juice and still I was hot I was ready for anything.
At this point in the interview, she paused.
She seemed to be undergoing another personality change the transformation was fascinating.
First, her hands changed. She had been clutching the chair as she described the scene before she now relaxed and let her hands fall to her lap.
Slowly, she began to rub her crotch and whisper to me.
"My pussy's hot.
My pussy is the hottest pussy in town. My pussy needs to be fed. Do you want to feed my pussy do you?
Wouldn't you like to slide something warm and hard into this hot little love slot. Wouldn't you?
I bet you'd love to stick your dick in my cunt.
I know you'd love to stick your dick in my cunt I know you would. You'd love to have that dick of yours in here.
Come on stick it in.
Here, I'll pull my clothes away.
There isn't that better look at my pussy look at it. It's pretty, isn't it don't you like my pussy?
Lick my pussy. Come on, Get down on your knees and suck out my cunt.
Lick it lick my pussy.
I'll let you tie me up and you can do anything you want to me you can suck my cunt you can fuck me-you can do anything you want with me.
You can whip me too you can whip my ass while you fuck me.
Do you like to whip ass?
I love to have some big man whap my butt with his hand while he sucks out my cunt juice and then fuck me.
Come on whap my ass. There see it see my ass?
Hit it use your hand go ahead use your hand whap my ass.
Hit my ass and then fuck me.
Fuck my cunt please, fuck my cunt my cunt is hot my cunt is hot and wet. See?
Look at that. Just look at that cunt isn't it sweet? Don't you want that cunt to suck on don't you?
Come on-I'll let you suck my pussy and then you can fuck me you can do anything you want to me I'll love it.
And then she changed again. There seemed to be no pattern to her personality changes one was more sexually oriented than the next
the woman was obsessed with sex-she wanted to be fucked and sucked and all things women enjoy and she wanted her butt smacked, whipped, slapped in any way spanked.
Bust my butt, come on.
Hit it slap it go on, it turns me on. It gets my cunt so fucking hot come on, hit my ass and I'll let you fuck the shit out of me
I'll let you have my cunt all you want.
Just get it hot by whapping my butt come on whap it hit it. Hit my fucking butt.
Hit my ass, man whip it I love it come on. Come on and whip me whip me. Beat the shit out of me and whip my hot ass
I want you to. I want you to hit my ass with your hand and then suck out my hot juice.
It gets me hot to have my pussy sucked. It really does. It gets me so hot especially after I've been eaten out and then whipped. I love it
whip my ass and suck my pussy and I'm yours I'm yours forever just do it to me, daddy Mommie dearest is dead and gone.
CONCLUSION
The girl was severely enamored of her fetish. She could not think of sex without spanking, discipline and bondage. The mere thought of a coat hanger and a bathrobe sash was enough to get her excited and aroused.
She will take heavy treatment she has no sense of propriety and will approach total strangers in public places and ask them to live out her fantasies with her but in Agnes' case they are not fantasies her mother really was a movie star and she is devoted to the sadistic treatment that she learned at an early age she had been seduced and now she is a slave to the spanking and whipping of men and women and the harder the better the harder the slap, the hotter the cunt.
CASE HISTORY THREE
SUBJECT: Sandra K. AGE: Twenty four
INTERVIEW ONE
Sandra was dressed in an attractive manner.
She wore simple clothing that revealed a quite attractive body. She looked as though she might play tennis or swim some light exercise that would account for the good muscle and skin tone that she obviously had. She was a healthy, outdoor type.
Doctor, I have to tell you about this thing that I have gotten into. I don't really know how it started, but this is what has resulted. I tie men up.
That's right.
I tie them up and I spank them.
Now, I know that sounds very peculiar, but that's what gets me off but first, they want to tie me up and we get into a wrestling match or a boxing match and I win.
I always win.
I've always been good at sports.
In high school, I was on the girls' track team, swim team, basketball and baseball. I've always been sports oriented and I'm good.
I'm very good at all sports.
Men and I get along just fine-I'm not one of those shot put throwers who eat pussy. No sir, I like cock, Doctor.
In high school I was always sought after by athletes for dates.
Most girls didn't want to hear about their batting average, their great shots at basketball or what they were planning as strategy to get their school sports letter and all.
But I was right in there with them.
I loved to hear about what was happening in male sports it was exciting to me and very interesting.
Of course, the athletes were always the hot dates you know how those guys are. They're all muscle and half cock I had a lot of sex in high school, Doctor. A lot I was one of those girls who works her way through the teams up to the captains. I was a star athlete fucker if you know what I mean.
I'd see a guy in a football line-up and I'd decide he was the one for me and I'd go after him.
And I'd get him, too.
I was never turned down by a guy and I was the one who did the approaching half the time.
I don't hold with this girl waits until the boy asks her routine if I saw a hot piece of man I wanted, I went after him head on.
It didn't make me any too popular with the Barbie doll set, you know. But it sure got me a lot of A-l cock.
I love cock, Doctor. I really do the bigger the better too. I don't like these puny little shits that you don't know if it's even in or not I like a really good sized eight-incher at the very least.
There's nothing like a really big cock to get me turned on.
There was this one guy that I didn't think would have a big one but he sure as hell surprised me.
He was a skinny fucker. I thought a good wind would have blown him away, but when that sucker dropped his pants, my mouth fell open.
"Holy shit, Clyde, where'd you get that thing?"
"Came with the body," he grinned.
I guess girls were always surprised by Clyde's meat. He wasn't more than five feet six and skinny. But he sure as hell had a piece of meat on him to keep a woman happy.
"Let me see what I can do with that thing, Clyde," I said. "Come here."
He walked over to the side of the bed where I was stretched out and he just stood there, his ten inch dong dangling down, half hard.
I took hold of that thing and felt of it it was thick I couldn't close my hand around it you know, my fingers just wouldn't quite close around the thick shaft of that skinny guy's dick.
Now I'm not a small girl as you can see I'm a healthy woman and well proportioned. Just look at those tits aren't they something?
Well Clyde's dick wasn't even all hard yet and I still couldn't get my fingers to close around the damned thing.
It was just one of the biggest damned cocks I've ever seen.
"Let me fuck you," Clyde said, his cock beginning to get up there.
"Just a minute, sucker," I said. "Let's just see how big this thing gets."
"Come on, Sandra," he pleaded. "Let me stick it in."
"Hold off, I said."
"No."
He started to force himself on me.
Now that's one thing I can't stand. I'm an easy going girl, you know. I like to fool around as much as anyone does but I don't like to be pushed, you know what I mean.
"I said, wait until it's all hard, Clyde I want to see just how big the damned thing gets I don't want to have my pussy stretched from here to next Tuesday, now just back off."
For a little guy, he was strong wiry, you know.
Well, we started struggling there on the bed. I was in my bra and panties and he was trying to get them off of me and I was trying to keep them on and keep him off me well, it started out as kind of rough foreplay just some tit grabbing and ball clutching.
But then it started to get a little heavier.
I don't know what happened, but pretty soon we were pulling each others' hair, slapping each other hard and rolling off the bed onto the floor.
And you want to hear the really funny part, Doctor?
I was getting hot I mean really hot.
All this slapping and grabbing and pinching and twisting and shit it was getting my pussy atingle.
I could feel the hot juices starting to boil in my rose bed. I could just feel the heat rising from down there as Clyde and I rolled on the floor.
"Stop it, dammit," I said. "Stop it."
He was tearing at my bra.
Now it was an expensive one and I hadn't worn it more than once before. I wasn't about to have that sawed off donkey-dicked ass-hole tear my new bra up.
SLAP!
I really hit him hard across the side of his head. SLAP!
He hit me back!
Now most guys wont hit a woman no matter what. But Clyde did. He hauled off and really let me have it-
That was hot.
It made my pussy hot Clyde slapping me made me cream.
It was the wildest thing, Doctor, I mean here we were on the floor, rolling around in my bedroom and I was getting hot every time I hit him or he hit me.
But it was getting kind of noisy and I have neighbors downstairs in the apartment building and I didn't want them to call the cops or anything. I wanted to settle this quietly.
"Stop it, Clyde," I said. "Just stop it."
But he wouldn't.
He was determined he was going to get my damned panties and bra off and that he was going to fuck me before I got to see how big his dick got. Hell, the way it was growing, I thought it might be a sawed off baseball bat or something. I didn't want to get my pussy hurt, you know that's a very tender part of a woman's body and you have to be careful. I know girls who have ruined themselves with Pepsi bottles and light bulbs and things but I don't want to talk about those twisted sisters, I want to talk about Clyde's big cock and my pussy.
Well, my pussy was just about to overflow.
I was getting so damned hot and turned on by all the slapping and rolling on the floor and all that carrying on that we were doing, that I wanted his cock in my pussy I wanted it bad but I wanted it my way not his I didn't want him just jumping on me and ramming it in.
I grabbed hold of my stockings which were lying there on the floor beside the bed and as I rolled away from one of Clyde's punches I grabbed hold of his left arm and held on.
I have strong hands, and I could hold him long enough to wrap the nylon around his wrist, knot it and lash it to the bed leg.
"What the fuck!"
Clyde was really surprised. Then I grabbed his other wrist and tied it up too.
He was lashed to the leg of the bed now and he couldn't get away.
It was simple really simple and it had only taken a second.
I was surprised. First, I was surprised that I had been able to do it but I was even more surprised that I was getting hotter and more turned on by the fact that I had Clyde tied up I was more turned on by him being tied up than I was about him fucking me with that big whanger of his.
Not that I was averse to getting stuffed with his meat pole no sir, I was looking forward to that fucking thing ramming into my hot, tight snatch but the fact that he was tied up really had my juices going.
She paused and lit a cigarette.
I could tell that she was getting into her story. She was really enjoying reliving the experience. Most women have a scene of sexual fulfillment that they attempt to repeat time after time after time this was hers.
Clyde was lying there on the floor, his hands were tied together with my nylons and he couldn't get away.
'There," I said. "Now I've got you where I want you."
He looked up at me and his dick was getting harder.
"Just how hard does that thing get?" I asked.
"Why don't you suck it and find out," he said.
I slapped him hard across the mouth.
"Don't tell me what to do, you little worm I'm in charge here."
That gave my pussy a tingle.
I loved slapping him and I loved the fact that I was in charge.
SLAP!
I really let him have one. SLAP!
I did it again. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
He was getting off on it too. I could see his big dick getting bigger an bigger I slapped him and my pussy got ready to ram and his cock got ready to do the ramming.
Clyde spread his legs a bit, his cock was sticking straight up from his crotch and it looked like the biggest cock in the world.
I mean he was little, you know short and scrawny that dick looked like a fucking flagpole on him.
My pussy wanted it.
It wanted it bad.
I looked down at Clyde where he was tied on the floor and I wanted that cock of his I wanted it inside my hot pussy lips and I wanted it bad.
"You're going to fuck me, sucker," I said and I slapped him.
"Hey," he said. "You don't have to hit me, girl. I'll fuck you what's with this hitting shit?"
WHAP!
I really let him have it.
"You talk when I tell you, ass-hole," I said.
WHAP!
"Hey-"
WHAP!
I really let him have it and the more I hit him the hotter I got. I mean, Doctor, my pussy was on fire.
The harder I hit Clyde the hotter my cunt got and the more I wanted fucking. And do you know what? It was getting Clyde hot too.
WHAP!
His dick throbbed. WHAP!
My pussy quivered. WHAP!
My pussy quivered and his dick throbbed we were there on the bedroom floor with Clyde all tied up and me hitting him and I was getting hot, Clyde was getting hot and the harder I hit him, the hotter it got. WHAP!
Shit it was hot. WHAP!
I was going to get my pussy stuffed with Clyde's big meat stick.
I took off my panties and dropped them on the floor.
I left my bra on for some reason. It felt good. And I liked it. Clyde's hands were tied anyway he couldn't have played with my tits if he'd wanted to.
I squatted over his cock and held it up by the base Jesus, that thing was big.
"You're going to fuck me with this thing," I said.
Clyde grinned.
I slapped him.
"You wipe that shit eating grin off your face, sucker," I said.
And I slapped him again.
This was getting to be fun.
I held onto his cock and guided it between the hot, ripe lips of my cunt. And then I slid down on it.
Oooooooh! God, it felt good.
Clyde's thick dick pried open the tight opening of my cunt and I slipped all the way down on it.
It was big, really big and it felt hot inside my cunt. SLAP!
I loved slapping Clyde while I had him tied up there with my nylons. I was in charge, you see. It was me calling the shots and I liked that. If I wanted to hit him, I could. If I wanted to ride up and down on his cock, I could. It was my ball game and I was calling the shots.
SLAP!
Slip and slide up and down on that big cock. SLAP!
I whacked that sucker across the mouth and wiped any thought of a smile off his dumb face.
It was really going hot and heavy now. I was riding up and down on that sucker's cock and he was humping upwards, driving it into my pussy deep, deep, deep.
I loved it and so did Clyde it was the hottest damned fuck I had ever had an wanted it to go on and on and on.
But then Clyde shot.
He shot his wad.
Clyde was gasping and pumping and ramming his big, thick cock up my pussy slit as I slapped the shit out of him.
It was hot, man really hot I loved it I loved the way his dick felt in my pussy. I just loved that big thick cock in my cunt it was wonderful so wonderful. Oh, oh oh!
The woman was getting sexually aroused right there in front of me. She was telling her story and getting off on the memory of it.
Luckily the hour was over and the interview came to an end I made the appointment to talk with her again the following week.
INTERVIEW TWO
Sandra was dressed in a similar manner on her second visit as she had been on her first.
One would not have thought that she was the type of woman who would enjoy bondage and discipline on her sexual partners there were none of the tell-tale signs of outward aggressiveness that one sometimes associates with this fetish.
No boots, or leather or anything that would indicate that this was a dominating woman who received her sexual gratification by degrading and whipping her partners she could have passed for a normal suburban career girl.
One of the very best times I've ever had, Doctor, was on my vacation last summer. I have always loved horseback riding and the whole western scene. When I read an ad in the Sunday paper for a dude ranch that was just a few miles from here, I couldn't wait until summer and time for my vacation.
I had all the clothes by the time it was time to go on my vacation. I shopped for a couple of months for my wardrobe and I was dressed like a real western girl by the time I was ready to go.
It was wonderful.
The dude ranch was located on forty or fifty acres of virgin land not far from the city there were horses, of course, for horseback riding and tennis and swimming and all the really wonderful sports that I enjoy so much.
And there were a lot of unattached men that was the best part.
I like the outdoor type of man you know, Doctor. It's a shame that so many men get pussy whipped and locked into offices all the time they aren't really men anymore they're machines.
I like men-men with big dicks and rough ways and I like to tame them.
After I had checked into my little cabin at the dude ranch, I couldn't wait to change into one of my new outfits that I had bought.
I had some really nice cowboy boots and a beautiful western shirt with black embroidered flowers on the tits and on the back.
I looked at myself in the full length mirror that was in my bedroom and I was hot.
I was really one hot looking bitch.
Shit, I thought just give me a riding crop and a cowboy and I'll have myself a ball.
I had spotted some really hot looking guys at the place already. When I checked in, I had checked out the action. And I had my eye on a couple of the dudes. We'd see what developed.
Sandra threw back her head at this point and looked out the window. I could see that she was thinking back to her vacation and was preparing to relive the experience for me I settled back to hear her story it promised to be most revealing.
This dude ranch was really terrific. There was a full stable of really good horses.
And a lot of hot looking men.
I've always been a horse fancier, Doctor. I love to watch a fine thoroughbred do her thing I love the sleek bodies of horses and the power they represent.
I just wish I could fine a man as hard-riding and big cocked as a really fine stallion.
Geldings are what I useually find I want a man a really big cocked son of a bitch who knows what to do with a pussy like mine.
I've got a hot cunt, Doctor and it needs it a lot you know what I mean?
I need to have my cunt ripped open by a hard-driving dude with about eight or ten inches of good hard, American cock meat.
I want it steady and I want as many men as I can handle and I can handle a whole lot of men.
This dude ranch it was a dream.
Acres and acres of really gorgeous open country the kind that makes you feel swell.
I love to fuck outdoors.
There's nothing like a soft, giving grassy hill to lay on and get it you can look up at the sky and see the clouds drift by while some hot man is sucking out your cunt.
I just love to spread my legs out on a hilly knoll and have some really good tongued bastard licking my little split I love it I do.
One time I was with this guy I was riding on the back of his motorcycle way out in the country it was gorgeous. We were in the hills and we went up and down as quickly as the wind would let us. It was a great spring day and I loved hugging that big man as we went over the hills and into the piney woods.
"Let's stop somewhere," I suggested.
I was feeling horny pressed up against him, my tits were crushed into his back and my crotch was rubbing his ass. My pussy was hot and the vibrations of the motorcycle engine were getting me really going.
"Let's pull over," I yelled in his ear and reached my hand down into his groin and grabbed.
He had a hard-on. He was as horny as I was driving through that pretty country. It was a good fucking day one of those lazy Saturday afternoons when you don't have anything to do and there's a hot man attached to your crotch I was already damp when we got off to the side of a country road and stepped off the bike.
"Where?" he asked.
"Down there," I suggested.
There was a path leading down into a clump of bushes it looked like it would be private enough for us to do what we wanted.
So we started down the little hillock. It was gorgeous out and I couldn't wait to get down there and get that man's hard cock in my pussy. I just couldn't wait.
The bushes had bloomed. There were tiny little flowers on them and you could smell the sweet pollen as the bees buzzed from one to another.
"Looks like somebody else is horny," he said.
"Shut up," I said. "Let's get in there lie down is it dry?"
I didn't want to go rolling around in the mud that was fun sometimes, but I wasn't in a mud wrestling mood this afternoon.
"Fine," he said, bending down and feeling the earth.
He was kneeling there in the midst of the flowering bushes. I was standing right in front of him.
I was wearing cowboy boots and levis that day. I spread my feet out and planted them.
"Just stay there," I said, pushing him down by the shoulder as he attempted to get up.
"Stay down there and eat my cunt."
I pushed him down to his knees and pulled open the front of my levis and ripped them down my thighs.
My bush was hot and damp.
The sunlight caught the wiry love nest of my crotch and I spread my pussy lips open.
"Lick," I commanded him. "Lick and suck my clit."
Well, that sucker just dived right in.
He grabbed me by the backs of my legs and rammed his tongue into my pussy slit. God, it felt good.
"Suck that cunt," I said. "Suck it right out, buster."
He was a good licker he loved pussy, you could tell that. Some men just take little swipes with their tongues and you know they are not really into it. But this bastard I had picked him up at a truck stop this bastard he really laced into my hot, sweet pussy lips and sucked.
He loved the warm little trickles that I was oozing from my excited hole of love.
I was ready and wet and he was sucking the juice from the fruitcup between my legs he was really eating those cherries.
"Suck, bastard," I said, "suck that pussy. Suck it eat my quim, man eat it."
He needed no instruction.
He was terrific. I have seldom had a man suck my cunt as hard as this man was doing.
God, I loved it it was terrific.
I loved every damned minute of what he was doing. He was really going at it he lashed my labia and then took deep thrusts with the pointed sharp end of his tongue he loved my pussy and I loved what he was doing.
I grabbed his head and pulled it into me I wanted that sucker's mouth around my cunt and I wanted his tongue as deep inside my hot little box as it would go.
"Suck, sucker," I said. "Suck that cunt. "Suck it like you were eating oysters."
SLURRRRRRP!
He was really licking.
SLURRRRRRP!
He licked and sucked on that hot throbbing little love knob of mine it was incredible.
"Suck, you bastard," I cried.
We were way out there in the woods and I knew that no one was around. No one ever came out here to this place.
"SUCK IT!" I cried out, echoing through the trees "SUCK MY PUSSY!! ! "
It was a great feeling to just let go like that to just let go and let that man's tongue do the work.
"Suck it, you son of a bitch," I growled, grinding my hips and pulling his face into my hot nest of sucking love.
"Suck my pussy, you slimey son of a bitch," I growled. "Suck it out."
I loved the feeling that he was giving me. It was a tingly, throbbing feeling. My pussy was hot red hot I don't remember when my pussy was this hot it was hot, though, man hotter than an apple pie with fresh Velveeta cheese on it.
"Suck that cunt, bastard," I cried "suck it till it drips honey."
I was ready to let him have it I wanted him to eat my orgasm.
"Eat it you son of a bitching bastard," I yelled. I wished I had had a riding crop or a whip with me I would have lashed that bastard's back with hard leather while he ate me out.
"Eat my pussy, you slimy worm."
All men are shit I disagree with Miss Sadie Thompson they are not "pigs," they are shit worse than pigs.
"Suck my cunt, you ass-hole, suck it."
I spotted a green branch with spines on it thorns, you know. I thought that that might do the job better than a leather whip.
CRACK!
I broke off the green young runner of the raspberry patch that was at one side of the little clearing where he was sucking out my pussy.
The thorns on the length of it were sharp and spiney. I knew that they would hurt like hell and I grinned.
SLASH!
I ripped open his shirt with the first swipe of the raspberry switch.
The thorns ripped into his shirt and tore it.
"Shit!" he yelled. He pulled back from his pussy sucking.
"Get back in there and do your duty you bastard!" SLASH!
I ripped a few tears in his back this time through the ripped and ragged shirt. I loved it. SLASH! RIP! SLASH! RIP! SLASH! RIP!
I was ripping the shit out of his clothing, his back and I was having my pussy sucked like it had never been sucked before.
RIP!
SLRUP!
RIP! SLASH! SLURP! RIP! SLASH! SLURP!
It was really the hottest thing that had ever happened to me.
This son of a bastard was down on his knees in this little clearing in the bushes and his tongue was doing a tap dance in my pussy.
SLIPPERY SLICING SWIPES OF HIS TONGUE!! !
I loved it he was really going at it.
"Suck pussy, you son of a bitch!"
SLICE! RIP! SLURP! SLICE! RIP! SLURP!
It was incredible.
I loved it more than anything suck it, you bastard, I thought as I lashed into his back with the switch I had ripped from the raspberry bush and then I came. I came in buckets.
I drowned that son of a bitch's mouth with the hot flowing juices of my sweet cunt rippling gushes of hot cream and honey spilled into his mouth as I made his back a crisscross pattern of lashes from the raspberry switch thorns and blood and cum!
Sandra collapsed in her chair, panting.
The story had brought back the experience to her as very real. I noticed a damp spot in her crotch.
"Forgive me, Doctor, I got carried away.
I was supposed to be telling you about the dude ranch anyway.
There were lots of unattached men there there usually are at those places. They come looking for a hot outdoor type girl to tangle with in the wild woods.
I was game hell, I was game for anything.
There was a bar there they called it the "O.K. Corral." I thought that was a little cute but there you are what do you expect from a dude ranch near town?
It was nice though. It wasn't all sillied up if you know what I mean.
Sure, they had wagon wheels and horse collars and all that shit hanging on the walls but it wasn't Disneyland, if you know what I mean.
It was nice it really looked like what a good western barroom might look like.
"What're you having, miss?" a handsome stud of a bartender said as I settled onto a barstool.
"How about some Red Eye?" I smiled.
"Coming right up," he grinned.
Now I wasn't too sure what Red Eye was but I'd always heard cowboys order that in movies and they had a big sign behind the bar advertising a shot of Red Eye for a dollar, so I figured I'd try it.
JESUS! H. CHRIST!
It was the worst shit I'd ever drunk in my life.
I thought my throat was on fire.
The bartender was laughing his damned fool head off when I stopped choking. I was sure there was smoke coming out of my ears I felt like I'd just eaten a full course Mexican dinner with Louisiana hot sauce.
"What the fuck is that shit?" I asked.
"Want another?"
"Fuck you."
"Anytime, miss, anytime."
The bartender was a really good looking dude. I wouldn't mind tangling with him sometime.
But I ordered a Sloe Gin Fizz and settled back to cool my throat off. Hey!
There were some really hot dudes in this pace and I was not being ignored.
Just about every eye in the place was on me even some of the guys who were with other chics.
I'm a pretty hot looking bitch, as you can see, Doctor. And let me tell you, in that outfit that I had on, I was something else.
I looked like something out of a Hollywood movie or right off the stage of the Grand Ole Opry.
I was all spangles and glitter and fringe and stuff. I was one hot looking momma. "Hi, buy you a drink?" He was good looking.
He had slipped into the space between the barstool I was sitting on and the one where some dead head was staring at the mirror behind the line of bottles behind the bar.
"I've got a drink," I said, looking the bastard up and down.
He had on about the tightest darned Levis I've ever seen. Hell, I mean you could see everything he had and he had a lot to show.
"Big balls," I said, looking down at his crotch.
"Big tits," he said, looking down the front of my blouse.
"Want to do something about it?" I asked.
"Sure," he said. "What do you say?"
"Let's go back to my room after we drink this," I said. "O.K.? "
He just grinned.
I knew I was in for a good time.
Hell, that bastard could fuck forty ways from Friday.
He had me sprawled out on that bed, his dick was up my pussy and he did everything but twirl me on a stick and burp me over his shoulder.
I'd never been fucked in so many positions in my life.
The one that really got me off, though, was when he had me stand on my head beside the bed and spread my legs out as wide and straight as possible I felt like a damned airplane propeller.
But then he straddled me.
I mean, I was sticking my legs out this way and he was standing that way.
His dick was pointing straight down into my spread open pussy lips and he knelt.
SLIP!
He slipped that sucker into my cunt as slick as a penny whistle filled with red raspberry juice. SLIP! I loved it.
He was doing knee bends and sliding his dick into my cunt.
It was the greatest, weirdest feeling I've ever had.
I could feel his balls slap onto my thigh as he slipped his dick down into my honey slit. I was good.
He rammed it in hard and deep.
I couldn't do anything but stand there on my head and let him pump into me. It was about the strangest fuck I had ever had, but boy was it hot I loved it. I really did.
I loved the way that man's big cock filled my pussy.
It was a new position for me and a strange one but it was hot really hot.
I loved the feel of the man's balls as they came down he was fucking me long and slow as he bent down and slipped it in. I could feel the head of his cock almost slip out of the clutching tight lips of my hot pussy and then he would start coming down again down clown he came. Deep, deep into my cunt. I loved it I loved the feel of his big cock slipping into my cunt.
I looked at his hairy legs as he bent them, dipping his wick into my candlepot.
I was hot.
I was hot and wet.
I loved all the ways he had fucked me he was a real man a real hard sucking son of a bitch with more imagination than any of those rabbit punchers I'd been involved with those wham, bam, thank you ma'am kind of sonny boy ass-holes who get their rocks off, roll over and fall asleep.
It was wild and I loved it I loved the wild way he was fucking me and my pussy was red hot and sweating. I was gushing out my love juice and it was running down my back and down my stomach.
I could feel sweet oozes of my own pussy cum slipping down in little dribbles onto my tits that were hanging upside down it was incredible.
I loved him for fucking me in that weird way I loved it it was wild.
I was really getting my cookies wet with the milk of my cunt I was really hot now.
"Eat me," I begged. "Eat my cunt. It's hot and wet eat it."
He slipped his cock out of my cunt and knelt down.
I was still on my head with my legs spread out like a helicopter propeller hjs tongue went into that hot wet honey pot and he sucked.
AAAAHHHHH! I was in heaven.
His tongue was even better than his dick.
AAAHHHH! EEEEEHHHH!
It was the sweetest, hottest licking I've ever had. It was wild I didn't know how long I could stand it that's something you never know he was driving me wild.
My orgasms were coming.
They were coming fast.
Fast and hot.
I was gushing and dripping and gasping. He was wild.
He was driving me crazy with his tongue. He was ramming that tongue into my cunt lickety split.
Dip! Suck! Dip! Suck!
He was really going after it he loved my pussy. He was eating his breakfast from between my legs and licking up the egg yolks as he busted into my ovaries with his quick dipping tongue.
"SUCK IT!"
He was good he was the best cunt licker I've ever met ever. WOW!
It was tremendous. It was fantastic it was the best fucking job that anybody had ever done on me and then he grabbed hold of my tits and pinched.
"JESUS!"
He gripped my nipples with his fingers and twisted the rubbery little knobs like he was tuning a radio.
JESUS!"
I was in pain and ecstasy all at the same time it was wonderful it was incredible I loved it I loved every damned minute of it.
When it was all over-
I was exhausted.
I was absolutely drained.
"Want to go horseback riding?" he asked.
"Fuck you," I said, and rolled over on the bed and curled up.
I'd had enough fucking for one day my pussy was raw from his tongue swipes and I was happy.
CONCLUSION
Sandra is a dominant woman.
She prefers to have her men worship her vagina as opposed to having them make love to her.
She finds men who are subservient, men who will crawl and perform cunnilingus on her at her command.
She degrades men although she is open to sexual gratification for them if it pleases her.
She had definite latent lesbian tendencies which may come through in further interviews.
She will be able to accept her lifestyle and will be able to lead a rewarding, fulfilling life.
Further sessions with Sandra are definitely called for.
It will be interesting to see how she develops.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
SUBJECT: Nancy B. AGE: Twenty-six
INTERVIEW ONE
Nancy is a buxom wench.
She had a full bosom, fuller than most girls she is obviously proud of her large mammary endowment, as she wears tight, revealing sweaters. She was wearing a pink sweater on the occasion of our first interview and was proudly displaying her braless mounds of female flesh.
"Like my tits, Doc?" she said, settling back into her chair. "Big, ain't they?
I've always had big tits like this. The boys went crazy when I-hit thirteen and these things grew overnight.
Hell, I left eighth grade and headed for the summer between grade school and high school looking like a boy.
I mean I was flat chested no tits. None.
But that summer it all happened and by the time I entered high school as a freshman it was all over.
Nancy's got the biggest tits in town was what the boys all said. I knew they were talking about me because my cousin told me see, we had different last names and no body knew that we were cousins we came from different parts of the county and no one knew that we were cousins he was a perfect spy for me.
"They're talking about your tits, Nancy," he would tell me. "They are all taking bets with each other which one can lay you first."
I liked that .
I had always been neglected by the boys.
I'm not very pretty as you can see I was even uglier until I got contact lenses. I had to wear these big damned glasses and I looked like a boy with glasses until I got my tits.
I was so proud of them.
I really turned the boys on.
Hell, I couldn't walk down the halls at school without causing a near riot.
"Look at those tits, man!"
I could hear the boys talking about me and
I loved it.
I loved to show off my big tits.
I wore the tightest sweaters I had and my mother had a fit.
"You look like a slut!" she said and she'd slap me.
"Leave me alone, Mom," I said. "The girls all wear their sweaters this tight it was almost true I'd look awful in that sloppy thing you want me to wear."
It was partially true. A lot of the girls at school were wearing really tight sweaters. But none of them had what I had.
I mean, look at these things, Doc. Look at them.
Nancy pulled up her sweater and showed her bare breasts to me. I nodded that she did indeed have a tremendous set of knockers and she put her sweater back down.
How about that, huh?
I had those things when I was thirteen.
You can imagine the trouble I got into.
Why one time, I was going to the movies in our little town. Hell, we only had two movie theatres, that's the kind of town it was anyway, I was going to the movies. I think it was a school night anyway it was early the sun wasn't down yet it was nice weather though, because I wasn't wearing a coat I don't know what time of the year it was and it really doesn't matter, now does it?
I was walking down a side street near the middle of our little town and a car pulled up.
"Hi," a guy said, he was smiling.
"Hi," I said. I thought I recognized him from school.
"Going downtown?" he asked.
"Yes," I said.
"Hop in," he said. "I'll give you a ride."
Now. listen Doctor. My mother always told me not to get in cars with strange men, right?
All mothers tell their kids that. Don't get into cars with strange men and don't accept candy or anything from strangers.
"Sure," I said.
And I jumped right into that guy's car.
Hell, he was cute he liked the way I looked and I liked tht way he looked it was a pick-up my first.
I was thrilled.
I really looked hot too.
I was wearing a new yellow sweater that I had bought just that week. My mom had been madder than a wet hen about it.
"You can't wear that thing," she said. "Why look at your breasts, Nancy. Just look at them."
I turned sideways and looked in the mirror in my bedroom.
"Yeah," I said. "Ain't they great?" SLAP!
My mom hauled off and slapped me hard she slapped me so hard my face turned red with the mark of her hand.
"You little bitch," she said. "You little hussy. You're going to go bad on me I just know you are."
Mom was always telling me that I would "go bad." I suppose she meant that I would let guys fuck me and she was right about that.
I wanted to get fucked and I wanted it bad. I didn't believe in this "save yourself for the man you marry" shit. Hell, who wanted to marry a virgin?
"I'm going to have to call your father," she said and walked out of my bedroom.
"NO!" I screamed. "Not Daddy. Don't call Daddy!"
That was the worst thing that she could do call Daddy at work.
Jesus, he hated to be called at work by mom. He hated it even more when it was something to do with me being bad that made him pissed.
"What!"
He was infuriated that she was calling him about something so silly as what size sweater I was wearing.
Daddy was a loving and devoted Daddy. He wanted me to be happy and he wanted me to look good.
"Let her wear whatever she wants, and don't call me at work again about anything so goddamned stupid as what she is wearing now fuck off."
Daddy was mad.
I was listening on the extension and I heard her hang up.
So I just went out.
And that's when the guy picked me up in his car if Daddy had heard about that, he might have had a different reaction but Mom wasn't there to tell on me and I was in pig heaven.
"Hey, don't I know you from school?" the guy said.
"The high school?" I asked.
"Right," he said. "You're in my history class, aren't you?"
I could tell by his sweater that he was a senior I had to he.
"Yes, I think so."
That covered both our tracks.
He knew me about as much as I knew him but we both knew what we wanted. I wanted his cock in my pussy and that's what he wanted too.
We started driving and we weren't headed for downtown where the movie theaters were we were headed out into the open country near the river that runs through our town.
"Have you ever been down to the riverbank to watch the sun go down?"
"No," I said. "Let's go."
I knew what we were going to do down there and so did he.
I could see that he was getting a hard-on in his crotch. His pants were pumped up between his legs and a good piece of meat was showing hard.
I loved it.
I had never been alone with a boy like this before especially with my tits so big it had all happened so fast it was thrilling.
We parked, anyway and we got out of the car.
'There's a nice little spot down here a ways," he said.
He put his arm around my waist and hugged me.
I knew that it was treacherous on the steep embankment where we were walking beside the lazy old river that was flowing down below there and I hugged him back.
His body was muscular and slender I loved the strong feeling of his body against mine and I know he was enjoying my tits brushing against him as we made our way along the tow path by the river it was really nice out too.
The sun was just a big old red eye on the horizon. It was hot and surrounded with a golden aura I was enchanted.
"Down there," he said. '
We had to go down the last part of the path single file. It was steep and treacherous and I nearly fell once, but it was alright and soon we were on the flat ground by the river bank.
"Nice," I said, looking at the secret spot that he had brought me to.
"Yes," he said and he reached for my tits.
"No," I said, pulling away and pretending to be shy and virginal. Actually, I probably wanted it more than he did, but I knew that girls were supposed to resist especially when they have just gotten picked up by some stranger in a car.
"Come here, you tease," he said, grabbing at me.
"No," I said, pulling away and trying to run.
But there was nowhere to go.
The river was just a few feet from the cliff we had come down and I couldn't very well stumble up that steep path very fast he had me.
"You fucking cock-teaser," he said. "I've watched you wiggle those big tits at everybody you want fucking and you know it now hold still."
He was trying to pull my sweater up and get at my tits.
I struggled and fought him.
It was exciting very exciting.
I wanted him to fuck me I wanted it in the worst way I wanted to lose my cherry and he was the guy to do it.
He was good-looking and a handsome athlete. I knew that I wanted him to take my cherry, but I was having fun fighting him.
"No!"
I tried to pull away.
"Get down here, you cunt," he said, grabbing hold of me and pulling me down from the path that I was pretending to get away from him on.
"No," I said, slapping at him.
I didn't mean to hit him, but I did.
CRACK!
Right across the face, I slapped him hard. "You cunt!"
He grabbed hold of me and threw me down hard.
I lay on the ground panting, looking up at him. It was exciting.
"You bitch," he said, rubbing his cheek where I had slugged him by accident. "You fucking bitch. So you like to play rough, huh? I'll show you rough."
There was a big change that came over him.
He wasn't the nice little high school boy anymore he was a man a mad one.
"Bitch," he said and he pulled his belt off and swung it.
"Leave me alone," I said. I was really kind of scared now.
"Come here," he said.
He was fast and strong and he had my hands behind my back and tied together with his belt before I knew what hit me.
"There," he said. "Now try to get away."
"Bastard," I said, kicking at his shins with my shoes.
"Bitch," he said, and he slapped me hard across the face.
Doctor, I don't understand it but from the minute that that guy hit me with the back of his hand I was hot.
I was tied up and he was slapping me and my pussy was getting hot red hot.
I could feel the hot juice of my cunt swelling my pussy to the bursting point. I wanted fucking.
"You cunt," he said and slapped the shit out me.
I loved him.
I wanted him to go on hitting me.
I wanted to be his slave.
I wanted his hits and I wanted his cock.
I was excited more than I have ever been then or since.
"Grungy cunt," he said and slapped me so hard that I fell down.
He was on top of me in seconds.
God, that man was strong.
He was a football player or something he had a sports letter on his sweater a senior one-and he was strong.
SLAP!
He really slapped me across the face as he straddled me there on the ground of the river bank.
SLAP!
He let me have it and he ripped at my sweater, pulling it up.
I wasn't wearing a bra I never did like the damned things and I was not wearing one when he pulled my sweater up and let my tits hit the breeze.
"Jesus!" he said. "What a fucking pair of knockers."
I was really hot.
He slapped me a couple of more times and played with my tits as he pinned me to the ground with my hands tied behind my back with his belt.
I should have been scared, I know I mean, here I was with a guy I didn't know very well if at all, he had me tied up and was slapping me and I was getting hot it didn't make sense, but I went with the feeling and let it go.
God, I was hot hotter than shit.
My pussy was squirming in my bushy little crotch. I wanted to be fucked I wanted to lose my precious cherry that everybody seems so damned upset about I wanted to get rid of the damned thing and let this bastard have it he was hot red hot.
"You grungy bitch," he said, looking at me like I was worth ten cents it thrilled the piss out of me. No one had ever looked at me like that before. I knew his dick was hard and that he was going to fuck me I knew it and I was hot.
"Fucking bitch," he said and he ripped up my skirt and grabbed my panties.
I didn't know that panties were so delicate. He ripped them right off me.
R-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-PPPPP!
Jesus, it was exciting.
He just ripped those panties right off me and pushed my legs apart.
I was hurting because my hands were tied behind me with his belt and he was forcing me to lie on my back. It was exciting really exciting.
"Get those legs, open, you pig," he said.
I was lying there with my panties ripped off, my sweater was pushed way up and my sore nipples were red from the torturing he had done on them. I was hurting and hot hotter than I think I've ever been since then.
It was rape that's what it was he raped me but I wanted him to I wanted him to take my fucking cherry and he did.
DID HE EVER!
Wham!
That son of a bitch's cock was rock hard and he rammed it into my hot little virgin pussy so fast you didn't know what happened. He rammed it in so fucking deep I thought he'd come out my ass-hole.
Nobody ever lost a cherry as fast as I did.
WHAM!
His fucking cock was in that pussy of mine and he was pumping before you had time to think.
I didn't know what to do.
I was bound, tied, pinned to the ground and hotter than a fucking firecracker fourth of July.
RAM!
That man's cock was hard.
He was fucking me hot and hard.
RAM!
SLAP!
RAM!
SLAP!
I loved it I loved the way that man's cock was ramming into my bleeding pussy my virgin twat I loved it he was raping me and I was humping back. My hands were hurting my back and I was trying to push up and the harder I pushed up to avoid hurting myself, the harder and deeper his cock rammed into my cunt I was happy happier than I had ever been God could that man fuck!
"Fuck me you son of a bitch!"
I screamed I didn't care I screamed that man was fucking my pussy and I was hot
I was so hot I didn't care where I was or who knew that I was getting it I was getting my pussy taken in the roughest way and I loved it I fucking loved every damned minute of it.
"Fuck me, you cocksucker!"
He slapped me.
"Shut up, you silly bitch," he said.
I knew that I shouldn't yell out the way I was doing, but I was so damned hot I couldn't help it I didn't care I really didn't.
I wanted that man's cock to pump into me until the stars came out I did.
I wanted to stay there all night all day all week all month I wanted that man to fuck me until I couldn't walk. I wanted him to suck my titties and fuck my pussy and just treat me like a whore I wanted to be fucked like a whore
MAN! was he doing it!
He was fucking the shit out of my cunt.
Blood and cum and all the goodies of my treasure trove were spilling out onto the moist river bank earth as that man rammed his big old thing into my little pussy and just wailed.
But my pussy was only part of it.
My tits, man these big old knockers of mine they were getting a workout too.
He was grabbing hold of my rosy red nipples and twisting them with his fingers and sucking on them with his mouth and just eating the shit out of my hot tits. I loved it I loved it a lot a whole hell of a lot, man I loved the way that sucker was fucking me and playing with my tits.
"EAT THEM!"
I was screaming again.
SLAP!
He slapped the holy shit out of me he really let me have it.
"Shut the fuck up you silly cunt," he said. "Don't yell so fucking loud."
Then he pulled a hanky out of his back pocket and rammed it in my mouth. I could only mumble and gurgle now I couldn't say a word he was really letting me have it wow! was he letting me have it.
RAM!
SLAP! SLAP!
Jesus! I never knew that fucking was so rough.
I've found out since then that a lot of guys don't get that rough but man, I like it that way that was the way I first got it and it turned me on so damned much that I don't like it any other way.
INTERVIEW TWO
Nancy was more relaxed on her second visit.
She was dressed in a very sexy manner. Her tits were, as always prominently displayed. I could see that she was dressed to turn men on she had a thing about showing off her breastworks. She was provocative in her speech too.
"Like it?" she said, leaning over my desk. She was trying to turn me on. How interesting. "Like the tits?
Men do, you know men always like a good set like mine. I can get anything I want with these tits it's hot, too.
My tits are hot, don't you think?
Look at my tits?
Just look at those things.
Here, let me open my blouse. Look.
Aren't those tits good? Look at those knockers, man-wouldn't you like to suck on those tits.
Look at those rosy red nipples just look they're hot you know they are. Cant you just taste that sweet pink tittie flesh can't you?
Think about it think about what it would taste like to suck my titties. They're sweet baby, are they sweet.
Look at that. Just look at that nipple round, firm and hot real hot. I love to have my tits sucked on and pinched.
Wouldn't you like to pinch and twist that nipple wouldn't you?
Look at it, just look at it?
I love to have my nipples twisted it makes my quim squirm. I love it I do.
There was one time that I was really in trouble though. I had gone out with this guy and we were going at it in his bedroom and we were really down to the dirty when the bedroom door opened and this woman walked in.
"You filthy bastard," she yelled. "You cocksucking ass-hole!"
It was his wife and she was supposed to be out of town and she had missed her train or something and was back boy was he caught with his pants down. "But . ... "
There was nothing to explain. She had him dead to rights and I was right in the middle of it.
"So you like to eat out pussy, do you?"
She was looking at me.
My pussy was dripping wet and he had been sucking it out. He had my quim drippings all over his chin.
"How does your little girl friend like to eat pussy?" she asked, looking at me like I was shit.
Well, before you knew what had happened, that woman was stark naked and sitting on my face.
"Eat my cunt, you two bit whore," she said. "Eat my pussy and do it good."
Well, I've never been much for pussy lapping, but let me tell you that I was turned on I was so fucking turned on that I was eating that woman's snatch and her husband was eating out me.
"Cunt lapper," she yelled and she swatted his backside with something. I couldn't see what she was using to hit him with but it was something hard.
SLAP!
He was getting the worst of it and the best of it.
He was eating out my hot snatch and he was getting his ass and back slapped with something a belt or something his wife was pressing her pussy into my face while he ate me out and she was slapping the shit out of him.
I rimmed her pussy with my tongue. I licked up the dripping hot wax from her cunt as he ground and writhed, wriggling and squirming she loved my hot tongue and I loved her pussy.
Lick!
Squirm and wriggle she was really getting off on this.
She thought I was some cheap whore he had picked up and figured that he might as well get his money's worth so she was making the whore eat her out while he sucked my pussy.
"Eat the whore," she said. "Eat the little whore out while she does the same for me."
I loved it I loved being called a whore it made it all the more exciting.
"Little slut," she said, "eat my hot bush. Eat it eat it, you slut. Eat cunt!"
I was lashing my tongue up into her pussy as her husband rimmed my cherry pits out sucking pussy sucking pussy sucking pussy sucking, sucking, sucking. It was hot hot and hotter.
Wow!
I'd forgotten all about that time it was thrilling it really was.
She relaxed at this point.
She lit a cigarette and sat back in the interview chair and crossed her legs. She was getting her bearings.
Damn!
That got me turned on. That was a hot night.
But there have been others lots of others I love to get into kinky scenes like that and I love it most when I get tied up and whipped.
That really turns me on and gets my old pussy juices squirming.
There is nothing like a good leather belt to get my nipples perked up and this cunt of mine to washing the laundry. I just gush and glow at the crack of a whip.
Does that make me a bad girl?
CONCLUSION
Nancy is like so many women needing punishment.
She feels guilty because of her wanton lusts and needs to be whipped for it. She loved her father who died.
She wanted his respect she seeks that respect or at least that discipline in her relationships with men she is a Daddy's whipping girl as long as she does not do any damage to herself, she will be just fine.
Women often seek punishment for their sexual desires. It is not so unusual. What is unusual is that Nancy has the biggest set of boobs I've ever seen.
Hot!
CASE HISTORY FIVE
SUBJECT: Marsha M. AGE: Twenty
INTERVIEW ONE
Marsha is petite. She is smaller of frame man average and looks younger than her twenty years she looks to be about fourteen or fifteen a really young looking woman she is pretty. Marsha is quite young looking and pretty, rather like a little doll.
She was wearing a frilly soft dress the first time she came to be interviewed. The little dress made her look very sweet and innocent.
I wondered what secrets she had locked in that pink and white lace bosom of hers.
I've always been small.
I just didn't grow in the right places. I look like a little girl, I know. But I'm a woman a real woman.
My husband knows how much of a woman I am he really-likes what we do together.
You see, Doctor, I'm a dominatrix.
Now that may sound strange to you. Here I am dressed like a little girl in white and pink and satin and lace and all that little girl shit and I'm telling you that I am the dominant one in my marriage.
But it's true.
My husband is a big man he's over six feet tall and built like a bear. I mean, Doctor that man is big.
I look like a doll alongside him. He's a really gorgeous hunk of man flesh and I'm pleased and proud to call him my husband.
But he wants me to treat him rough. He wants me to treat him mean and rough.
He-likes it when I ride his back and he crawls around on all fours. It gets us both hot and then we fuck.
We fuck harder and faster if I whip him while we're playing horsey or ride the bear or whatever the game is that night.
He's a real man too, let me tell you. He could crush me with his fists if he wanted to. He's a man who has big strong hands and muscles and I'm just a little thing, but he-likes me to slap him with a riding whip and ride his back.
I always do it naked.
And he's naked too.
We take off all our clothes and he gets down on his hands and knees and we play.
We play cowboys and Indians or horsey and cowgirl or some other game. It's a lot of fun and it gets us both hot and horny.
One night, he had a special treat for me.
Doctor, it was the cutest little damned outfit you ever saw. I guess he bought it at a costume store or somewhere. Anyway, he had this cute little red and white fringed cowgirl outfit for me and some red cowgirl boots with spurs on them and a big white hat and a little red and white twisted clothesline whip with a red handle on it we used to get them at the carnival when I was a little girl. I don't know where he found all this stuff, but I loved it.
"Honey, it's wonderful," I said. "It's just terrific.
I love it I love it I love it." It was hot.
It was a really hot outfit.
I couldn't wait to try it on. I slipped out of my clothes and all.
"Take off everything, honey," he said. "I want to see you in that cute outfit without anything on at all."
"Not even my panties?" I asked, amazed.
"No," he said, smiling. "Not even your panties."
That was going to be thrilling. I knew what he had in mind then, and it tickled my little cunt and made my pussy tingle.
I stripped and got dressed in the red and white fringed cowgirl outfit. It had a little skirt that was short like a disco skirt or something and it had this bouncy white fringe around it.
It had a halter too kind of a vest that didn't come closed in front. Now, I don't have particularly large breasts, but they are more than one would normally expose in public.
Thank god we were in the privacy of our own home, because I was practically naked in that outfit, although I was wearing a cowgirl hat and boots and that little skirt with the fringe and the halter top.
I wasn't wearing any panties and, of course, I never wear a bra. I'm a hot little bitch when I'm running around like that and the little red whip and the cowgirl boots with the spurs just had my cunnie all atingle.
I was ready for it I really was.
"Get down on your knees, you scum bag," I said, and I cracked the little red whip.
I hadn't done that since I was a little girl and it was thrilling.
CRACK!
That little red whip just cracked in the air and the frayed ends of the clothesline that it was made out of that frayed little whip end just shot off bunny sparks little tufts of cotton fuzz went flying I loved it it looked like little girl pussy fuzz.
CRACK!
My husband got down on his knees in front of me. He was turned on too. His dick was hard as he knelt there waiting for me to hit him with the little red whip or do anything I damned well pleased with him.
He was hot and ready.
"Get down on all fours," I said. "I want to ride my horsey."
He did as I asked him to do.
He was stark naked and he knelt down on all fours, like a hobby horse and I climbed onto his back.
I pulled up the little skirt that I was wearing it was short anyway so I sat down with my legs straddling his back and my hot little bush was on his naked back.
"Ride 'em," I said. And I slapped his bare butt with the little red whip.
SLAP!
It was cute. I loved the whip the little red carnival whip and I was whipping him with fury. It was hot.
He started crawling around the floor and rocking a little. It was exciting, because my bare naked pussy was right there on his back and I could feel the hot sweating body of my big old husband under me as I rode him around the room.
We were in the basement rumpus room. It has a nice outdoor/indoor carpet and the floor is real nice. It doesn't hurt him at all to crawl around on it with me on his back.
I don't weigh that much anyway so it is just fine to ride and play horsey on.
"Move it, you bastard," I said and I whipped him a couple of times with the little red whip.
WHIP! WHIP!
It was fun. I loved to slap his butt with the end of the whip and I liked to crack the whip in the air.
CRACK!
WHIP!
CRACK!
It was making my pussy hot. I could feel the hot juices in my cunt and I knew that I was getting hot and wet.
I love to get fucked when I get like that and whipping him or doing some of those other things that we do, it just makes me so hot I can't tell you how hot it makes me it just makes my pussy quiver and spit.
Pussies need to be fed my pussy needed feeding something bad.
I could feel the twinges of heat in my hot wet slit and I knew that I wanted to get fucked.
"Horsey going to fuck," I said, and I lifted my feet from the floor and brought the red cowgirl boots up alongside his hips and I jabbed him with the spurs.
"SHIT!" he yelled.
I really dug into him with the little star-pointed spurs that he had bought me ride 'em, cowgirl!
I really let the son of a bitch have it. I whipped his butt with the little string whip and dug those star pointed spurs into his flesh.
He was getting off on it too. I could tell that his cock was throbbing and that he was ready to fuck.
"Alright, let's fuck," I said.
I jumped off his back and went over to the divan and pulled out the ottoman. I love to stretch out there and have him fuck me while I watch a video cassette of an old cowboy movie.
John Wayne is my favorite but I'll watch Clint Eastwood too.
I love to watch those big butch men act like real men and slap those women around in the movies but I want to do the whipping and slapping at home hell if my husband ever took a hand to me he'd squash me flatter than a June bug on an ice-cream freezer.
"Fuck my pussy, you side winder," I said as John Wayne rode into the little box of our TV set.
I loved to talk western. It turned me on.
"Come on, you fucking bushwhacker," I said. "Fuck my hot slit fuck this little cowgirl's slit."
My pussy was spread. The little skirt came up and you could see my hot vagina twinkling like a wet dream come true. It was hot and ready for fucking and he was just the man to do it.
SLIDE!
He slid onto the ottoman and his cockhead found its mark and he slipped it into the sweet groove of my grove of love.
"Fuck the shit out of me," I said and I whacked him a couple of swipes across his ass with the little red whip and dug my star pointed spurs into the velvet ottoman.
He really rammed it to me, Doc.
That man was as turned on as I was.
Jesus, he was fucking hard that night he was really going at it and stuffing my sweet little love slit with his thick hard cock and ramming.
John Wayne was really laying into a roomful of sidewinders and I imaged that it was him doing the fucking.
Jesus, would I have loved to have been fucked by the Duke he was the biggest, baddest man in all the old West I imagined that my big husband was big old bad John Wayne and I creamed my cherry pie all over that velvet ottoman.
Marsha relaxed at this point in the interview. She was visibly shaken by the remembrance of the experience and I gave her a few minutes to compose herself.
Another time, it was "A Fistful of Dollars." That movie always got my pussy hot.
I love to watch those video cassettes of old movies and let him ram the piss out of my pussy. Man, he gets hot during a gunfight and so do I.
Western movies and the ones with big fight scenes in them those are the ones that get my juices roaring and I love to get fucked in front of the TV set I wish we could do it at the drive-in like we used to when we were teenagers. There was always something sexy about fucking in a movie parking lot with a lot of other cars around us I think it was knowing that all those other cars were having the same thing go on that's why those windows were all steamed up.
Hell, there was one time that there were two couples in this station wagon next to us and they must have been switching off or something. I never saw so much activity in my life they were crawling around in that car stark naked all of them it was really hot.
I could see them.
It was really a hot scene.
First one guy would be fucking this girl in the back and his buddy would be down, I guess eating out this other girl they would go on like that for awhile and then they'd switch. The two guys would get into the opposite positions and switch girls.
I was hot and so was my boyfriend.
Hell, I'd been hot watching Clint Eastwood on the big movie screen that man with no name could have my pussy anytime.
My boyfriend had his hand up my little skirt and he was finger fucking my hot little snatch it had me going too. I was really turned on by it I was wet and hot and I wanted him to do more.
"Eat me," I said. "Eat my pussy."
I lifted my skirt as he slipped down in the seat and bent his head. His warm, wet tongue slithered along my slit and it was great I loved the feeling that it gave me.
I loved watching the movie and pretending it was Clint Eastwood eating me out and knowing that those people in that station wagon next to us were really giving themselves a good time it was hot hotter than hell in that car and I loved every damned minute of it.
He was really going at my pussy, licking and sucking and just carrying on.
"Do it," I sighed, "do it to it."
I loved the way he was eating me.
He wasn't being hard or aggressive about it. He was just talking long, slow swipes with his long, eager, knowing tongue. He was eating the hot juices of my love slit and I was loving it all the more because I knew the people in the car next to us knew what was going on.
They had caught on when his head disappeared from sight and one of the girls gave me the "O.K." sign with her finger and thumb. Her boyfriend was eating her out too.
It was hot really hot I loved it and I wanted it to go on forever, but something happened.
"Alright, you two," a voice said and a flashlight was pointed directly into my eyes. Jesus! The cops. I was horrified.
We had been caught we had been caught and so had the car next to us. The drive in movie was called "the passion pit" by all the kids in school and the word had gotten to the cops and they had come down to check it out.
We were arrested and taken to the county jail.
"Alright, miss," the matron said. "Strip."
"Strip!"
"Yes, strip," she said, eyeing me like a big bull dyke. "Get those slut clothes off."
I was dressed in a really short short skirt and I had on a blouse that left nothing to the imagination as far as how big my titties were they weren't much smaller than they are now and I looked so hot.
I had heard about dyke policewomen and all the awful things that happened to girls in reform school and in jail and I was scared as I slipped off my hot little outfit and folded it on the table in the interrogation room where she had me.
I was naked in just my shoes and socks.
"Hot little bitch, aren't you?"
She was mean really mean. She looked at me like I wasn't worth two cents. I felt like a slut.
"Turn around, whore," she said. "Turn around and let me look at that cheap little whore's body."
I felt ashamed.
I had been caught doing something bad and she was going to punish me.
The handcuffs snapped onto my wrists before I knew what had happened and she swatted me on the butt and told me to turn around.
"Turn around, you slut," she said. "I want to watch your face while I do this to you."
Unfortunately, our time was up for this talk and I had to hold her off until the next visit.
INTERVIEW TWO
On the second visit, Marsha was again dressed like a little girl.
She had on a red pleated skirt with straps that went over her shoulders and a frilly white blouse. Her shoes were patent leather and she was wearing white anklets. She looked about twelve although, I knew from her application for the interview and from her birth certificate that was attached to it that she was twenty I would never have believed it otherwise.
Don't I look like the cutest little thing, you ever saw?
My husband loves me to dress this way when we go out sometimes people think he's my Daddy. That makes him get hotter than ever.
He loves to fuck me when I'm dressed like a little girl he spanks me too. Just like I was a naughty little daughter and then he fucks me harder and heavier than ever.
Anyway the last time I was here I started to tell you about the policewoman who was going to do things to me.
Well, she more than lived up to her promise.
She had me naked and handcuffed and I knew the door of the interrogation room was locked.
There was a big mirror on the wall and I could see myself in it I also was smart enough to know that there was a one-way glass behind that mirror and that cops were watching what she did to me.
Somehow that excited me I loved to think that there were some big old burly cops back there maybe getting their rocks off watching this dyke torment me.
She slapped me hard across the face.
"You should be ashamed of yourself," she said. "You're a nice girl. What were you doing letting that boy do those nasty things to you down at that drive in."
I looked at the floor.
She slapped me.
"I'm talking to you, you little slut," she said.
I looked up at her.
"I ought to whip your ass," she said. "I ought to whip your ass with a big leather stap."
I felt my pussy tingle.
"You are a bad girl a really bad girl your father is on his way down here. And hell know what to do."
That did it.
Now I was scared.
Whap! She slapped me across the ass as I turned and tried to run away it was no use I was naked, my hands were handcuffed behind me and the door was locked.
"Stupid slut," she said and she really slapped my butt.
It made me get all hot.
I had sometimes gotten hot when my daddy spanked me, when I was a little girl he would turn me over his knee and whap my butt for something that I had done bad but this was something else.
Here I was in this police station, with this hot dyke beating my butt and I was getting turned on.
"So you like it," she said. There couldn't be any hiding the fact that my pussy was getting swollen and it was moist.
"You slut," she said and she slapped me hard.
I fell back against the table that was in the middle of the room and braced myself on it-
I was spread out to hold myself up and she took advantage of the situation. RAM!
Her finger was in my pussy so fast it made my head spin. RAM!
She started finger fucking me and tickling my clit with her rough finger. It was hot and scary all at the same time.
"Slut!" she said and rammed her finger into my twat and hurt me.
I was scared, but I was hot too. There was something about the whole thing of being handcuffed and naked and being abused by the big dyke that had my pussy squirming and slithering slippery goodies.
"So, it turns you on," she said. "You like it rough, huh?"
I didn't know what to say. She had me pinned to that table with her finger, my hands were secured behind me there was nothing I could do but let her have her way with me.
The billy club scared me.
I didn't know if she was going to ram it into my cherry pit or what.
"Like it?" she asked, bringing the big brown wooden stick up to my face. "Like it?"
My father had told me never to do anything foolish so I nodded. I mean, she did have the upper hand and a billy club.
"I thought you would," she said as I nodded my head. 'Then lick it lick the billy club."
She rammed that thing against my lips and pushed hard. It was going to bruise my bps it was hard and it hurt.
I started licking the billy club and she put her finger back in my twat and rammed.
My wrists hurt from the biting of the handcuffs and I was licking the billy club as she fucked my pussy and pinched my clit with her fingers.
It was hot red hot and I was really turned on by all the rough, tough treatment it was wild, Doctor just wild.
Marsha took a minute to compose herself. She looked so sweet and innocent it was difficult to believe that she had done the things that she was telling me about she looked far too young to have done such degenerate things and to enjoy them. It was an interesting case study of jaded perversion in the body of innocence.
She was fascinating.
Another time, it was my husband who had me all tied up.
It was funny the way it happened. I hadn't thought about having sex that way and when he pulled it on me it really turned me on.
He had just come home from work. He was all dressed for the office in his suit and tie.
I like him in his casual clothes, you know his jeans and sport shirts but he does look nice in his suits and ties.
"You look like the traveling salesman with that attache case," I told him. "Do you want to fool around with the farmer's daughter?"
He laughed.
We liked to tease each other and he slapped me on the butt.
"You better not do that, mister," I said, using a little girl voice that always got him going.
"Why not," he said. "I do what I want, little girl."
"My daddy will shoot you with his gun if you fool around with me," I said, continuing the game.
"Fuck your father," he said, and he grabbed me and pulled me to him and crushed my lips with his.
I felt like a little girl being seduced by a big bad man as he carted me into the bedroom and threw me on the bed.
"Don't do this," I said, pleading. "Don't. Please, don't."
He was hot though he was red hot and so was I.
This teasing and game playing was getting us both hot and ready to go I wanted his dick in my pussy and I knew I was going to get it. "NO! NO! NO! NO!! "
He had taken off his tie and grabbed me by surprise and was tying my hands together with his tie.
"NO!"
"Shut up," he said and he ripped out his handkerchief that I always pressed and put in his suit coat pocket and he stuffed it into my mouth.
I was gagged and bound.
He had tied me up with his necktie and stuffed a starched handkerchief with his initials into my mouth.
"Now, you're going to get it," he said and he unzipped his pants and pulled out his big hard cock.
Shit, I thought. This is better than the movies.
He pinned me to the bed and ripped my skirt up and pulled down my panties and began poking his hard cock head into my slick wet pussy lips as he bent me backwards on the bed.
My knees were bent and he had me pinned there as he held my panties around my knees and shoved me backwards.
"Nasty little girl," he said. "You're a nasty little girl. Look at what you made me do to you."
It was really hot. I loved the whole game. Here was my husband tying me up with his necktie, and he was going to pretend to rape me wow! How great.
He really did it too.
He was a hot fuck most of the time anyway, but something about the game we were playing just drove him out of his mind. He was going wild as he rammed his thick cock into my tender little pussy. He bent me backwards and rammed.
RAM!
His cock really ripped into me and he was fucking the shit out of my pussy as I knelt there on the bed, tied and gagged.
I couldn't have screamed if I had wanted to I couldn't have called for help if I'd wanted it which I didn't I was enjoying it as much as he was but half the turn-on was me fighting him.
I squirmed and wriggled and fought him. It was thrilling.
It was rape wonderful rape and he was doing it to me my own husband had tied me up and he was raping me God, it made me hot.
My pussy was all on fire. I loved the way it felt as he rammed his dick hard into my pussy. I fought against the necktie that was tying my wrists together and the gag that was in my mouth was making me choke, but the hot, throbbing cock in my pussy made it all the more exciting. RAM!
He was really fucking my cunt. RAM!
He was pinning me backwards as he shoved that big thick cock of his into my tight, wet cunt.
RAM!
He was fucking the living shit out of me he was going wild and so was I.
I was humping back humping and grinding my hips and pumping them up to meet with his thrusts. He was really going at it he was fucking my pussy and I was loving it I was loving every rough, sucking minute of it. I was tied and bound and I was loving it I was loving the whole rape game it was wild I had never been so hot in my life.
My husband is a hot man and he really let me have it he was really ramming that big old dick of his into my pussy, making me hot and hotter and hotter.
Ram it to me, I wanted to scream. Ram that cock to me give it to me give me that cock give it to me, man fuck me fuck my pussy, Fuck me hard harder. I loved it. I loved it. I loved every minute of it.
Another time he really did a number on me.
He tied me up in the bathroom, using the shower railing to lash me to and then he turned on the hot water and made me sweat while he whipped my butt with a razor strap.
It was wild I loved it, Doctor I loved every minute of my husnad doing those things to me I love it rough the rougher the better and the more we go on, the rougher it gets.
CONCLUSION
Marsha is hot for punishment.
She gets off when she is treated like a whore or some cheap slut she looks much younger than her years and will have a wild time of it if she keeps up with this bondage and discipline adventure that she has begun.
The sexual fantasies of male movie stars is quite common. It is nearly as common among women as it is among men wanted to have intercourse with their favorite female star.
Many women go through this fantasy and it does nothing to harm their relationships with their husbands. Marsha is not unusual in this.
What is unusual with her is the degree of roughness she-likes in her sexual maneuvers. If she does not slow down, she will move into the territory of the masochist and get herself hurt.
If she restrains from her desires and holds herself in check, there is nothing wrong with the games she has chosen to play.
She will enjoy sex in her kinky way and do no one any harm.
CASE HISTORY FIVE
SUBJECT: Sally Ann AGE; Fourteen
Interview One
Sally Ann was clearly frightened the first time she came into my office. She had been sent by the youth authorities. She had been taken from her home where she was in the custody of her step father after the sudden death of her mother from a drug overdose. It was clear from just looking at the frightened teenager that her whole life had been filled with nothing but fear, pain and abuse.
"How are you feeling today Sally," I asked.
"I'm feeling all right, thank you."
"Do you like being at the Warwick center?"
"I like it, yes sir."
"Do you like being at the center better than you liked being at home?"
"Oh yes, I do sir, I really do."
"Well, that's part of what were going to do together, is try and figure out all the reasons that you prefer the center to your home. Not many fourteen year-old girls want to leave their home, no matter how bad it's been. Then well try and figure out just what all of those feelings have done to you inside."
I stopped talking because I saw that Sally Ann was crying, I had touched something, awakened a feeling.
I never really had a home. Not the way other kids do. I never stayed in one school long enough to get to know any kids well enough to have any friends. We were always moving around with Mama's new husbands. At least she called them her husbands. I don't think that they all were really her husbands, but at least some of them were. She was married to my daddy, I know that. I got my birth certificate to prove it. I don't remember my Daddy, Mama told me aiot about him. He was a wonderful man Mama said. If she had stayed with him things would have been different. But she didn't. One night when Mama had spent our last, money on some brandy and got real drunk she told me how she'd run off in the middle of the night with just the clothes on her back and her baby, me. That was when I was three. I don't remember anything about it. It was a truck driver that she ran off with, she made two runs with him and then he left us in a truck stop motel and said he'd be back in two days. She never saw him again. So Mama got a job at the diner and worked out with the owner to let us have a room in the motel and pocket money, in exchange for her work.
When I was eight years old, my Mama left me in that same room, and took off with another truck driver. I got a card two weeks later saying that she would be back right after her honeymoon, that she had eloped. She asked Mr. and Mrs. Watts to look after me for her. That's where I stayed until I was eleven, going on twelve. The Watts were wonderful people. I missed Mama something awful at first, but then as time went on I began to think about her less. Even though the Watts were old enough to be my grandparents I began to look at them as my mother and father. I knew they really weren't but I wanted them to be. I wanted someone.
I liked living with the Watts, they sent me to school and Mrs. Watts made me pretty dresses. They moved me into their house and I had my own room, I guess that was the happiest time of my life. But, then one day a few months before my twelfth birthday this big yellow car pulled up in front of the house and started blowing the horn. Mrs. Watts knew before she saw who was inside that it was my mother. She sent me to my room and called the front desk for Mr. Watts but he wasn't there. I heard them come in and I could tell by Mama's speech that she was drunk.
"Where is she," she drawled. "Where is my little Darlin'. "
"What are you talking about?" demanded Mrs. Watts. She was pretending not to know what Mama was talking about.
"I'm talking about my daughter you damn fool, that's what I'm talking about."
"Oh, we don't have the girl," Mrs. Watts lied. "We were too old to be taking care of such a small child. We had to turn her over to the authorities when you didn't come back or write to us."
"So you had to turn her over to the authorities did you, then whose is this? And this?"
I snuck up to my door and opened it a crack. Mama was going about the living room picking up my jacket and books and other things that belonged to me. There was a real big man with her dressed in a suit. He was real handsome. Mama looked beautiful in a new dress and hair-do. She looked prettier than I remembered her. Now Mama was screaming at Mrs. Watts.
"You no good rotten son-of-a-bitch, bastard. Trying to hide my own child from me. I should crack your head you old bag." Suddenly Mama grabbed her by her hair and pulled her down onto the sofa. "Now you tell me where she is, or I'll ... "
Mama raised her hand to hit her and I screamed. She looked up and saw me in the doorway. She let Mrs. Watts go and started down the hall. I slammed the door shut and in a panic I locked it and climbed out my window. It was only a little hook and eye and Mama's new husband had no problem. With one shove of his body the door was open and he was out the window after me. I ran as fast as I could but he overtook me quickly and scooped me up into his arms and held me tight. When I kicked him he slapped me hard across the face, when I continued to fight he put me down on the ground and held me by one wrist, with his other hand he slapped me several times across the face.
"You're a wild cat like your mother huh? Well are you ready to behave, or do you want more?"
I was stunned. I could feel the blood running out of my nose and from my lip. I knew that I couldn't fight him off. I knew I was caught.
Mama's husband dragged me back into the living room. When Mrs. Watts saw me she screamed and came running toward me. Mama's husband pushed her away making her fall on the floor. I tried to reach her but he was holding me back. I was crying and yelling for him to leave her alone. She got to her feet and ran for the phone, but he was on her in a second dragging me behind him. Again he shoved her, only harder this time. Wrapping the cord from the telephone around his hand he yanked the cord from the wall. "Now, just cool it and no one will get hurt. Were just here for my wife's daughter. That's all we come for and that's all we want. I was still trying to reach Mrs. Watts when Mama came out of the bedroom carrying some of my things in a bag she stuffed them in.
"Well this is a fine way to act to your Mama. I can see that you learned some bad manners while I was away. Well we'll fix that, wont we Willy," she said to her new mate.
"We sure will." he promised grabbing my arm tighter.
Mama opened her purse and took out some money. She threw the bills onto the table, "Thanks for watchin' Sally Ann. If you try and stop us in any way you'll be one of the sorriest women that ever lived. Ain't that right
Willy?"
"Sure is, sugar. Sure is."
"And your husband also. Now let's take what's ours and get out of here Willy."
I never even got to say goodbye to them. I would have written to them except Mama forbid it and I was afraid of causing them any trouble.
When we got in the car and Willy was driving down the road Mama turned around with her shoe in her hand and started beating me with it. Telling me how much I had to learn about being grateful and acting like a good daughter. All the while Mama was beating me her new husband Willy, my new father was laughing.
Before long it was pitch black outside the car. No one had said a word to me for hours but Mama and Willy were talking back and forth to each other before the other one had a chance to answer, but now, it was quiet. I wondered if Mama had fallen asleep, but then I saw her move a little closer to Willy.
"That's the girl rub it nice and slow. That's the good girl. Now open up my fly like a good dutiful wife."
"Come on Willy, Sally's right in the back seat."
"She's gonna have to learn about the birds and the bees sooner or later, might as well be from her Mama and Papa rather than from some boy she lets take her in the woods and poke her hole good," he said and then started laughing. It seemed that he thought almost anything was funny.
"Now come on bitch, do your job. She can't see anything over the seat now come on." He reached up and put his hand around Mama's neck. "Give me some more of that blow first," he demanded, an angry edge to his voice.
"Sure sugar anything Big Willy wants Big Willy gets, I know that," she answered reaching into the glove compartment for something. He pulled off the road for a minute and the two of them snorted something into their noses and then he started driving again.
Mama put the package away and then suddenly her head disappeared below the seat.
Almost instantly Willy began to let out soft moans, "Open it all the way," he said to her lifting himself off the seat of the car. "That's good. Now it's all yours baby, go ahead and take care of it." This time it was Mama that was moaning.
I knew a little bit about sex. I had never done it or anything like that, but I heard some of the boys at school talking and it seemed to me that most of the girls knew more than the boys. Especially Mary Jane, she was the most popular girl in school. She was thirteen and said that she had done it with lots of boys. Not only in our school, but with some of the high school boys. She use to tell us about what it was like and now I wanted to look just to see if all the things that she had said were true. But I was real scared. I didn't want to get' caught sneaking. I knew that would only make Mama real mad, but I thought that they forgot I was in the back seat at all. He kept talking to her saying real dirty things and she kept gasping and moaning and saying little half words that I couldn't really understand but what I did understand made me blush.
"Oh yeah, Mama all the way down to those hot nuts. That just right sweet lips, now just work it with that mouth and soon I'll give you your prize right down your throat. That's the girl,suck it."
I could hear Mama thrashing around on the front seat, from the position of his arm I could tell that he was reaching over and touching Mama between her legs. All of a sudden I realized that my own hands were between my own legs and I was rubbing myself, just the way Mary Jane said to. I started to feel hot all over my body and slowly I let one of my fingers slip up under my dress and into my panties. Ever so slowly I let my finger slip between the lips of my hairless crack and began rubbing myself. Before I knew what I was doing, I allowed myself to slip up onto the edge of the seat and from just behind his neck I peeked over the top.
Mama's dress was way up around her waist and his hands were down between her legs, his fingers moving quickly as Mama's head bounced up and down on his lap.
He was bucking his hips up off of the car seat and saying one dirty word after the other, they didn't even mean anything, they were just dirty words. Mama was crying out now louder and louder, she was squirming like crazy on the seat and his arm moved faster and faster.
My own finger slipped deep into my own slit and I let out a slight whimper. I didn't think that anyone had noticed until I heard him laughing and I looked up into the rear view mirror and saw that he'd caught me again.
Suddenly, he pulled his hand out from under Mama's body and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her off his lap. That was the first time I ever saw a man's cock. I gasped at the size of it.
"What's going on," Mama complained.
"Nothing's wrong Baby," Willy smiled. "I just think that your daughter wants to take her Mama's place for a little while that's all.
I froze.
Mama started yelling that that was crazy talk.
Willy just turned off the highway onto a deserted lane and started laughing. "Like mother like daughter, well, I'll let you know ... real soon."
Interview Two
At first I thought about jumping out of the car, but I knew that he would only catch me. My only hope was Mama. I saw that she was trying to get him interested in her again. She was whispering in his ear and reaching down to his dick, but he just kept laughing.
"Willy, please honey, you scare me when you act like this. You can't mean what you say honey. She's just a little girl. Now what would you want with her when you got me?"
"Get me some more blow bitch,"
Mama didn't say anything else. She got the little package out and collected some of the powder under her very long fingernails and then held it under his nose. He inhaled deeply and then she repeated the same thing.
"More," he demanded. "I'll tell you when I've had enough." She repeated the same action until he had snorted the white powder three more times in each nostril. "There, that feels just about right," he said reaching down and grabbing his throbbing hard on.
A little further down the road he pulled the car over to the side and made Mama do some of the powder, later I found out that it was coke.
He opened the car door and slid out from behind the driver's seat. He leaned down and looked in across the seat at Mama. "I don't want you getting out of this car for any reason, you understand me?"
"Yes,Willy, I understand," Mama answered.
I could tell that she was crying and I knew why.
"Give me the shit," Willy demanded.
Mama handed him the packet and Willy snorted more, a lot more. Then he looked at me. "Want some?"
I didn't answer. He put the packet in his pocket and opened the back door. "Get out," he said.
I knew that I'd better do what he said. I could still taste the dried blood on my lips. I didn't want to make him angry no matter what.
As I slid out of the car and he slammed the door behind me I could hear Mama crying. I wondered why she wasn't doing anything to help me. To save me from this big stranger that I had just met. That had just taken me out of the only home I ever knew. Now he was lifting a blanket out of the trunk and leading me away into the woods.
Mama rolled the window down and pleaded with him to bring me back, but she didn't get out of the car.
The only light there was was from the moon and once I looked back at the car and saw mama looking after us. "Mama help me," I yelled once. The blow from Willy's hand started my lip bleeding again and shut me up.
No one could save me now.
I have to admit that there was something else happening to me that had never happened before. I was getting that warm feeling all over my body again and somehow I liked the feeling that Mama's new husband considered me just as much a woman as her. I liked that idea. I liked the idea of getting even with her. Maybe I would even steal him away from her. That's what I'd do I decided. I'd steal Mama's husband.
Somehow, everything changed for me that night. I wasn't afraid anymore. Maybe for the first time in my life. I guess it was the first time that I ever planned to make a place for myself. I was always tossed around before by my darling Mama. I think it was right then, that moment that Willy was leading me deep into the thick woods that I decided to become a woman. To take my place next to my new daddy.
Willy let go of my arm and I stood there watching as he spread the blanket on the ground. The warm southern air felt good on my skin mixing with lie fine mist of perspiration that covered my body. I shivered suddenly looking at the man who was about to take me for the first time. He was huge and even though he'd closed his fly I still remembered the size of his prick. I was scared now that it was about to happen to me. I remembered Mary Jane saying how much it hurt the first time and how you bled. I wondered if I could even take someone as large as Willy, or if he'd rip me open Mary Jane said it could happen.
"Come here Sally Ann," Willy said, his voice softer. He'd taken his shirt off and sat down on the blanket.
"Willy," I suddenly blurted, "I ain't never done this before and my girlfriend Mary Jane said that it hurts awful and it bleeds and a girl can get ripped open if the boy is too big. I want to make it feel good for you. I do honest but I'm scared." I realized that I was shaking from head to toe and I was crying. Willy was pulling my dress up over my head. "Please," I cried. "Please don't hurt me."
"Don't worry Sally Ann. Those things that your girlfriend said are true but you don't have to worry. That's only if you're with an inexperienced young boy. You don't have to worry about anything, baby doll. You're getting a man who knows what he's doing," he said slipping my shoes and socks off. I was standing in front of him in only my panties and undershirt. "Don't you want to take my pants off baby doll." He'd kicked his loafers off all ready. "Don't you want to touch it, see it stand up straight with desire to get between those little pink lips of yours. Come on baby doll take these pants off, underpants to.
Willy lay back on the blanket and I knelt down between his legs. He seemed so big. One of his thighs was as thick as my waist. Somehow I felt safe. Somehow it seemed right that Willy do it to me. I pulled his pants and underwear down over his big legs and he stepped out of them leaving them on the ground. In the moonlight shining through the opening in the trees I saw his cock thick and hard. Longer than I thought from seeing it in the car. I thought it would go in all the way past my belly. But Willy said not to worry. He was experienced. He'd done it with lots of virgins. I wasn't the first.
Willy pulled me down onto the blanket next to him pulling me from between his legs. His hands moved from my tits down over my belly and into my panties. I felt such a rush of heat that I threw my arms around his neck. Willy took that as encouragement and quickly ripped my panties from my body. His fingers were moving faster, harder now between my legs, squeezing and pinching my pussy, making me squirm trying to get away from his fingers which were becoming mean as he pinched and pulled at my virgin flesh. I began struggling and his fingers pinched harder until I was crying out in pain. Then he moved back and forth between my titties and pussy until I thought I would faint.
"You promised," I gasped. "Please stop. Please Willy," I was screaming.
"Go ahead, baby doll, try and get away. Fight, you tight little bitch. Fight hard cause I'm gonna rape me some virgin pussy. I just want to make sure that your first lay is a memorable one."
He tossed me onto my back and forced my legs open with his big hands at the same time holding me down on the blanket.
My head was whirling again. Willy's tongue was licking me everywhere but when he finally got to my cunt I thought I was going to scream. I began squirming under his mouth until he was grunting like a wild animal.
Suddenly he stopped and let go of me. He reached for his pants and took out the packet again. He took a little silver thing and snorted a whole bunch of it. I could see in the moonlight that his cock was standing straight out from his body fully erect and scary. When he'd put the packet back I expected that he was going to go back to licking my cunt. Back to making me quiver under him but instead he grabbed my ankles and put both of them in one hand pushing them back and downward until my knees were touching the blanket on either side of my head. His grip was like iron ... so was his dick.
Sally Ann suddenly looked distracted. Seemed to be staring off into space lost in her own thoughts. "Yes, go on," I encouraged her. She looked from the window to me and then back to the window. A strange smile on her face.
Then, Well what do you think happened? He poked me right then. He was like an animal. I don't think I remember too much about the first time except screaming as he plunged into me. I thought for sure that he had ripped me open and that I was going to bleed to death. When I felt the warm blood on my thighs I stopped screaming and closed my eyes as tightly as I could. The pain was racing through my body to my brain as he slipped his cock the full length into my body pulled back to just the inner ridge of my pussy and then slammed back into me fast, as fast and hard as he could. After a while I think my body went numb until he started shouting and grunting and pounding at me faster and harder then he had before. Now he dropped down onto my body crushing me against the blanket and holding my legs back over my head. He was like a wild animal between my legs thrusting on top of me until he'd finally finished with me for the first time.
I don't know how many times he took me that night, but I do know that it was enough so that it didn't hurt when he'd finished the last time. As a matter-of-fact I had my first orgasm. When we went back to the car it was dawn and Mama was still sitting in the car. Boy was she surprised when Daddy opened the front door and I slipped in the middle of the two of them.
You know the rest. Mama overdosed and Willy and I were living together. You know like man and wife. But then he started beating me. But you know, you're right.I do miss my home. My place with Willy. I guess I'd go back if the court would let me. Say listen can I leave a few minutes early. I'd like to sit in the sun for a while and think about that big white car of Willy's. That's where it all began.
CONCLUSION
What I didn't know was that Willy's big white car had pulled up in front of my office and somehow Sally Ann slipped out of the building and right back into Big Willy's big white car. She was back with her daddy where she wanted to be.
GENERAL CONCLUSION
The women in this case study collection are beyond normal in their fantasies. But for the most part they are perfectly healthy women with a desire to be disciplined.
Many women have this need.
They need to be dominated by men.
They need it and they seek it.
They will benefit from a relationship with a man who is man enough to handle their wanton lusts they are women in need of a whip hand.
