Young nubile girls yearning for pain at the hands of their adult masters-the sweetly erotic pain of discipline.
The pain of punishment which precedes the pleasure of being forced to serve, to surrender all the delights of their silky young bodies.
This is the subject of our latest volume of case histories. Here, in their own words, transcribed from tape recorded interviews with one of the nation's (indeed, the world's) leading, internationally renowned sex therapists and researchers.
You will meet:
KELLY-Mom and Daddy caught her masturbating-she will be punished!
SYLVIA-wanton mother who joins her dominant husband in disciplining, using and sexually abusing their son and daughter!
CAROLINE-tender teen who cringes and cries under lesbian domination!
NURSE JONES-dominant lesbian with a passion for humiliating her teen toy!
PATTI-babysitter trapped in an orgy of punishment and rape!
GAIL-buxom, bisexual, she and her husband erotically torment a trapped teen lovely for their perverse lusts!
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CASE HISTORY ONE
SUBJECT: Kelly K.
AGE: Fourteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Does Evil exist?
Just as Einstein's Theory of Relativity demolished absolutism in physics, so did Freud's concept of the Unconscious mind revolutionize morality.
Freud put forth his theory of the components of the mind. The mind, he maintained, is made up of three parts: Ego, Superego, and Id.
Ego is the stream of consciousness, waking awareness, that which we call "I."
The superego is what is commonly referred to as "conscience"-those rules and taboos by which everyone of us is guided.
And then there is-the Id.
The Id-also known as the unconscious mind. The Id is the seat of the emotions, the ruthless drive for survival, the pleasure principle, the rule to power.
The Id is in many respects the most primitive part of the mind, the section which is closest to the beast in us all.
Wars, atrocities, cruelty, inquisitions, can be seen as the manifestations of the Id in the social mass of the people.
In the Id is a cunning, totally self-oriented beast, concerned only with its own pleasure, unfettered by conscience and morality.
In most of us, the Id is at least partially tamed. Who among us has not felt a flash of murderous rage at some irksome individual?
Who among us has not fantasized, for example, the rape of a beautiful stranger?
And yet, while virtually all of us have these Id drives, few of us act on them.
We may feel insulted by that rude sales clerk or insensitive neighbor, but no sane person would actually try to murder the offenders on that score.
But in some individuals (whose number grows alarmingly each day) the Id is unchained and put in the driver's seat of the mind.
The Id is given a blank check, and the individual turns all of his-or her-energies toward gratifying every desire.
When the Id overcomes all scruples, all barriers of conscience, the result is explosive and dangerous-especially in the sexual realm.
The questions of the Id and Evil were hardly occupying my mind on that cool weekday morning in early Fall when I visited the Sunnyvale Sanatorium.
Sunnyvale is a well respected mental healing center. Its private patients in most cases come from a background of wealth and privilege.
Sunnyvale is located in a suburban district, in lush green surroundings. Its sprawling grounds are park-like and peacefully pleasant.
There is little of the grim aura of the asylum here-yet, the grounds are fenced in by an eight-foot-high perimeter, an iron spiked fence.
I had been out to Sunnyvale often in the course of my practice, and was well acquainted with the staff.
On the morning that I went to interview Kelly K., I first stopped at the front desk to exchange the amenities with my colleagues.
The interview was conducted in a small office on the first floor, a pleasant private room complete with counseling couch.
While I waited for the orderly to escort young Kelly to the office for her session, I studied the data in her file.
These were the facts of the case, as I then knew them:
Kelly, fourteen, was one of two children. Her father was a prominent businessman, a self-made man who had made quite a pile in the real estate game.
Her mother was a housewife and lady of leisure. The parents had two children, Kelly and a younger brother, Paul, a year younger than the girl.
On a recent summer night, at the end of August, a Friday night, a raging fire had consumed the house where Kelly lived with her family.
The house was in an expensive, exclusive suburb. The fire was an inferno, burning the house down to the ground.
Luckily, everyone in the house escaped. This included Kelly's father and mother, Kelly, her brother, and a husband-wife couple who were the guests of the parents.
The fire marshall was suspicious of the blaze, which was so all-consuming, and so rapid, that he believed arson was involved.
To summarize the long chain of the investigation, the facts revealed without a doubt that the blaze had been set by Kelly.
And so, here she was-confined for an indeterminate period in Sunnyvale by her concerned, frightened family, who had called me into the case.
I closed the file when the orderly arrived with Kelly, leaving us alone in the office for the first counseling session and interview.
Before I could counsel her, I needed to know the way her mind worked ... so, for the first few sessions, she did the talking while I listened.
A few quick impressions on her appearance:
Kelly is a lovely youngster in the first bloom of adolescence. She is five and a half feet tall, slim, coltish, with pale yellow hair and green eyes.
She was dressed casually in her own clothes, in this case a white sweatshirt and a pair of faded denims which hugged her body.
Kelly is just starting to ripen into womanhood, and there is still much of the girl in her, as she had only in the last year or so reached puberty.
She has small firm breasts, lean hips, long skinny legs, and a high rounded bottom. At the time of the interview, she wore her hair pulled back in a pony tail.
I began the interview by asking her, not if, but why she had set the fire.
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It wasn't my fault.
They made me do it-Daddy and Mom, I mean. If they had just kept things in the family, and not brought in outsiders, everything would have been all right.
But they wouldn't listen. They thought that they had me and Paul so under their thumbs that we would stand for anything they handed out.
In a way, they were right. For a long time, they were just getting away with anything they wanted, while me and Paul just gave in.
But then they brought in the outsiders-Dan and Georgina. That's the couple who was over the house the night I burned it down.
Daddy and Mom were so wrapped up with their guests that they didn't notice the fire until it was almost too late.
Serves them right ... they should never have tried to expand the circle. I warned them both, but they wouldn't listen.
The house really burned, too. I didn't think it would happen that fast! It went up with a whoosh! and in less than a minute, the fire was out of control.
Which is how I got caught. I had planned to sneak back inside the house before I was missed, so no one would suspect I set the house on fire.
But when it flamed up so bright, one of the neighbors looked out their window to see what it was, and they saw me standing there, with the gas can.
The gas is what really made the house blaze. It was full of gas. Daddy kept it in the garage to fuel the lawn mower.
But when the flames shot up so red and bright, it was like a searchlight, a red searchlight, and they saw me real clearly.
They saw me standing there, holding the empty gas can, laughing as hard as I could as the flames rose higher and higher and spread along the walls.
Caught....
But I'm not sorry that I did it. Daddy and Mom made me do it. We had an understanding, all four of us in the family, and they were the ones who broke it.
If they hadn't tried to widen the circle, and bring in new people, why, then everything would have gone along just fine, just the way it had been.
It started with the Punishment nights ... well, actually, it started with Mom, and with me, when I spied on her.
One afternoon last Spring I came home early. There was an assembly in the afternoon at school, and when it was over, I cut classes and went home.
I live in walking distance of the school. I came home. Mom's car was in the driveway, so I guessed she was home.
I was home too early, so I didn't want her to see me. It's a big house with lots of rooms and doors and side entrances.
I sneaked inside, real quiet so she wouldn't hear me. I figured to slip downstairs into the basement playroom and hide there.
But when I tiptoed through the garage, I heard moaning in the living room.
I stopped and listened. It was Mom ... it had to be. She didn't say any words, but the way she moaned, I just knew that it was her.
A few times, I had listened in at the door when Mom and Daddy thought that I was asleep, and I had heard them Do It.
By "It", I mean-have sex. Fuck.
Just listening to it really turned me on, the times I listened. Daddy must've really given it to Mom good, 'cause she cried and begged for more.
When I listened, I could hear them on the bed, with Daddy pounding away at Mom, and the bed shaking and sliding and slamming into the wall.
When I listened, on those times, I would wait until it was all over-which could be long, since the two of them could Do It for a long time-and then I would rush into my room and my bed and play with my pussy and make myself come.
So, when I came home that afternoon, I knew right away that it was Mom who was moaning in the living room.
But Daddy wasn't home. He was at work, at the office.
Was Mom fucking around with someone else?
I had to know. I pulled off my sneakers and I tiptoed out of the kitchen and went to the living room.
I was really mad at Mom, for cheating on Daddy, which is what I was sure she was doing, since it sounded like she was really getting a fucking.
And she was, for sure, but she wasn't cheating and she was all alone.
I was real careful, and I came so she wouldn't see me. The first thing that I saw was one of her feet hooked on the top of the couch.
Mom lay on her back on the couch. Her legs were spread wide. One of them was stretched over the top of the back of the sofa.
The other leg was off the edge of the couch, with the foot braced against the floor. So her legs were spread wide open.
She wore a pair of high heeled slippers. One of the slippers was just hanging on to her foot by the toes, and looked ready to fall off.
It was on the foot which was hooked over the back of the couch.
She was so into what she was doing, that she wouldn't have known if a bomb went off in the kitchen, Well, maybe that's stretching it a little, but she sure didn't know that her daughter was in back of her, watching her.
It was the maid's day off, so Mom was all alone in the house-except for me, and she sure didn't expect me to come home early from school!
If she had, she would never have played with her pussy and fucked it with a vibrating dildo, like she was doing.
At that time, I didn't know what it was. I'm no innocent, and I knew about vibrators, but not about dildos and stuff like that.
But I soon found out about dildo-vibrators, and gags, and cuffs, and butt plugs, and bondage and discipline, and all that stuff.
Mom is real pretty, real lady-like. She had a real good looking face, like a model, only a lot older, since she's in her forties.
But she's got a great figure, with real big tits and a small waist and wide hips. I'm jealous of how good her figure is.
I guess that I'll grow into a shape like that, when I'm older. That's what Mom and Daddy used to say, back when they were talking to me.
They don't talk to me much nowadays ... don't hardly even visit me. And when they do, we're never alone, there's always an orderly or nurse around.
I guess maybe they're scared of me, since I burned the house down.
But at that time, they sure weren't afraid of me. It was the opposite way around, with me and my brother being real scared of them.
But that kind of scariness was a real turn-on. I never knew when they would pleasure me or punish me, so I was always really excited.
Mom was on her back on the couch. She was naked from the waist up. Her nipples were stiff, and her big tits shook.
Her skirt was bunched up around her waist. Her panties were down. They were still hanging on to her foot which was on the floor.
She rubbed the dildo-vibrator against her pussy. She's got a thick dark brown bush and wide pussy lips. Her pussy lips were dark rosy red and sticky with juices.
I didn't know the right name for it, but there was no mystery about the thing that she was rubbing and sticking in her pussy.
It was shaped just like a cock, a big fat stiff one. It was about seven inches long and made of pink plastic.
It was shaped like a bullet, with a pointed head, and was all smooth and stream-lined, It looked kind of like a rocket ship.
Sounded like one, too. It buzzed. It gave off this humming sound, which sounded kind of like the way Daddy's electric razor sounded when he shaved with it.
The vibrator was all wet and shining with her juices. Mom was all sweaty and moaning. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her mouth was open.
She rubbed the vibrator against her pussy lips, massaging them from top to bottom and back again, while the humming kept on going.
Sometimes, I could hardly hear the buzzing, Mom was moaning so loud. Sometimes there would be a kind of sob in her voice.
Her pussy lips rippled as the vibrator rolled over them. She pressed the tip of it in her slit and kept on rolling.
The humming head rolled up and down the slit. It pushed back her pussy lips and flashed the pink inside her pussy.
Inside, she was all wet and dripping, and her juices coated the head of the vibrator. She put it inside her.
She pried open her pussy lips and slowly pushed the vibrator inside. Her moans were louder than ever. Her legs were all tight and tense.
She braced her feet on the couch and the floor and rocked her hips, pushing them to meet the vibrator as she put it inside her.
The vibrator was awfully thick. My pussy quivered when I thought of how it would be stretched so much if it tried to take that thing inside it.
Mom put it real deep, so that it was more than halfway in her. Then she worked it back and forth, fucking herself with it.
All the time, she kept on moaning and breathing hard. She was really getting off!
She worked the vibrator with one hand and played with her tits with the other. They were bare and big as grapefruits.
The stiff nipples were the size of cherries. Mom put a hand on her tit with her fingers spread so the nipple rose out between them.
As she pushed the dildo in and out of her pussy, she squeezed her nipple, pinching it really hard, so hard that it must have hurt.
But whatever it felt like, it sure turned her on, cause she was louder than ever.
Finally she took the dildo-vibrator out of her pussy. Juices rolled off its head and spattered on her upper thighs.
She pressed the head against her pussy lips. The electric humming was quieter when it was inside her, and louder when she took it out.
It was so loud that it sounded like a bunch of angry, buzzing bees....
Mom looked and sounded like she was going to pass out when she pressed the head of the vibrator to the top of her pussy.
She just brushed the humming tip against her clitoris. She gasped and shook and jerked all over the couch.
The vibrator was so intense that she could hardly touch it to her clitoris for more than a second, and not too hard, either.
Then she came ... she really came!
It was strange to see my mother like that. She looked like a wild woman. She was whooping and crying and gurgling.
She got all stiff and rigid and shook like she was going to shake herself right apart. The vibrator fell out of her hand and landed on the couch.
Mom hugged herself. Her tits popped up out of her arms. She pressed her hands to her stomach and moaned and groaned.
She pressed her thighs closed and rolled on her side, burying her face in the corner of the couch where its back met the seat cushion.
She shook there for a minute like she was having a fit.
Then she shuddered, then stopped shaking. She relaxed. All the tension went out of her. She sighed and whimpered.
It seemed like a good time for me to get out of there, before she came back to the real world and caught me peeping.
But even then I knew-I knew!-that I had to try that dildo for myself.
That night, after I was tucked up tight in bed, with the lights out, I knew that it was time for me to have some fun.
I had the vibrator-I had gotten it after dinner. Daddy and Mom had gone out to play doubles tennis with some friends at the club.
That left me-and my brother, Paul-alone in the house. With plenty of time for me to find where Mom had hidden her sex toy.
While Paul was shut away in his room, I was in my parents' room, searching for the dildo vibrator. I didn't have to look far to find it.
It was in a long box in the top drawer of Mom's dresser. I snickered at that. Mom sure was keeping the toy close at hand!
The box was about the size and shape of a brick. It was all plain black and didn't have any words or writing or pictures on it.
I opened it up. The dildo-vibrator was there, on a bed of cotton. It was all shiny and smooth and clean-Mom must have cleaned her juices off it before she put it away, back in the box.
Also in the box was this complicated leather rig, some kind of harness. I couldn't figure out just what it was.
Later, I learned that it was the harness for the vibrator, which could be attached to it and then used as a dildo.
I learned that the hard way. But that was later. That evening, I couldn't guess what it was used for, but it didn't matter, since Mom hadn't used it that afternoon.
I took out the vibrator. I closed the box and put it back in the exact place where I found it, tucked into the corner at the back of the drawer.
Only the vibrator wasn't in it-I took that into my room and hid it for later use. I didn't want to use it just then, when Paul was up and around.
That night I went to bed earlier than I usually do. Most nights, Daddy or Mom has to come in a couple of times and tell me to shut off the TV and go to sleep.
That night, after I washed and put on my pajamas and robe and slippers, I went downstairs to the den to say goodnight.
I kissed Mom goodnight. Daddy got up from his easy chair and came upstairs to tuck me into bed. I took off my robe and slippers.
I wore a pair of pajamas which had a loose short-sleeved top and a pair of matching panties. I got into bed.
Daddy pulled up the blankets. I was on my back. He tucked me in up to my neck. He bent down and kissed me on the forehead.
Then he kissed me on the lips, real lightly, just brushing his lips against mine. The kiss made me tingle all over.
Daddy switched off the lamp on the night table and left the room.
I lay awake in bed. After about twenty minutes from the time that he went back downstairs, I reached for the vibrator.
I didn't have to reach far-it was hidden right under my pillow.
It was long and cool and smooth. My eyes were used to the darkness so I could see pretty okay, especially since the hall light shone under my closed door.
I handled the vibrator. I rubbed it against my face. I smelled it. It smelled kind of sweet, maybe from creams Mom had used on it.
I pulled the sheets and blankets down to my knees. I started touching myself, with just my hands, at first.
I played with myself a lot-well, what's a girl to do? Sometimes I would just get so hot and bothered and horny, that if I didn't do it, I thought I would burst.
I rubbed my titties through the top of my pajamas. The pajamas were real thin. I squeezed my titties and rubbed them through the fabric.
My titties are not too big now, and they were smaller then. They were about the size of plums, maybe a little bigger, with tiny nipples.
My nipples got stiff as soon as I touched myself. I was real sexed up and excited. It wasn't too long before I pulled up the pajama top.
I rolled it over the tops of my titties, leaving them bare. It was even nicer, to rub and press and stroke my naked titties.
I was hot and bothered. I pressed my thighs together and rubbed them against my pussy. I took one hand off my titties and put it down between my legs.
I rubbed my pussy through my pajama bottoms. They were just a pair of thin panties made of the same fabric as the tops.
The fabric was thin and I rubbed myself through it. My pussy lips tingled. I was all hot and wet inside.
So I pulled down my panties, too. I pushed them down to my knees, so I would open my thighs and get the vibrator where it counted.
Then I played with the vibrator. I pressed my lips to its head and kissed it, and imagined that it was real and made of flesh and blood, instead of plastic.
I felt around to see how to start it. On the base was a switch. I turned it on.
The vibrator hummed real loud and shivered in my hand. It was so loud that at first I shut it off, real fast, so it was all quiet again.
I listened, but I didn't hear anything. I rubbed the head of the vibrator against my pussy lips, stroking them with it up and down.
It was smooth and cool and it felt nice, sliding up and down my pussy. I moved my hips so I could rub up against the vibrator.
After a minute or two, I was real turned on, enough to turn on the vibrator.
I turned it on. It jumped and hummed in my hand. It reminded me of those special beds you sometimes find in motels and hotels, the kind that have built-in vibrators and when you put a quarter into the slot, the machine starts.
I touched it real light against my pussy-and pulled it back even faster!
That humming was super-intense, and just a few seconds of it against my pussy was almost too much for me to stand.
I wondered how Mom was able to rub it so roughly against her pussy, when I could barely handle just touching myself for a second with it.
Then I thought that maybe there was a middle area on the switch. I was right. I had turned it on the first time to its full power.
I pushed the switch to the middle position, between OFF and fully ON, which was just the way I had had it a minute ago.
It worked! This time the humming didn't make me ready to fall off the bed.
It was nice ... ummmmm, I could see why Mom was into this! It tingled and the tinglings shot through my pussy lips and into my pussy.
As I rolled it up and down the thin slit of my pussy, it made more juices ooze out of the membranes inside my slit.
The head of the vibrator was wet with my juices. I pressed it to my pussy. It pushed aside the pussy lips and was real tight.
I started to ease it in on me. My teeth were clenched and I was gasping from the effort of keeping quiet and not moaning loudly.
I pushed the head of the vibrator into my pussy-and that's just the position in which Daddy and Mom caught me, when they barged into my bedroom.
They had been waiting in the hall just so they could catch me in the act.
And they did.
I would be punished-and more. So much more....
INTERVIEW TWO
Good progress was made on that first interview. Kelly seemed to want to unburden herself and tell her story to someone.
It was not until the startling revelations of the second interview, however, that the full outlines of the heretofore shadowy picture began to take shape....
It was a very special Punishment Night.
Punishment Night was something new. Mom and Daddy had only started it in the last six months or so, but they had really gotten into it since.
When Paul and I were younger, just kids, we were pretty well behaved. When we were bad, Mom or Daddy spanked us and that was the end of it. Punishment Night was something new. When it first started, we had a family meeting, where Mom and Daddy laid down the law to me and Paul.
I don't know whose idea it was, Daddy's or Mom's-my guess is that the two of them put their heads together and cooked it up.
They said that children who were improperly disciplined most often became juvenile delinquents, tramps, bums, criminals, dope addicts.
That would not happen to me and Paul. Our parents would not let it happen.
They would keep a list. Demerits would be given for misbehavior. If I came home late for dinner, I would get so many demerits.
If I got bad grades on quizzes and tests at school, I got demerits at home. If I stayed up too late or talked too long on the phone, I got demerits.
Then, once a week, on Friday, the demerits would be totaled up-Mom kept count of them in a little notepad which was never far from her.
According to how many demerits we got, Paul and I would get so many spanks. The more demerits, the more of a spanking we got.
Instead of being punished on the spot when we did something wrong, the demerits would be added to the book.
At the end of the week, all our sins were added up and we were punished.
We were often punished together, in the old-fashioned way. Sometimes I would be spanked first, sometimes it would be. Paul.
It was a family thing. We would all gather in the living room. Mom would add up our demerits and Daddy would calculate how severe the spankings should be.
Then, whichever of us was to be first, me or Paul, would have to stretch out face down across the lap of Mom or Daddy for a spanking.
We were usually spanked with our undies on. Mom-or Daddy-would lift my skirt or take down my jeans when I was over a lap.
Then I would be spanked with my panties on-usually. When I had done something really naughty, like telling a lie, my panties would be pulled up high before the spanking, so that the rear of them was stretched in the crack of my ass, leaving my backside mostly bare and exposed for the spanking.
That way, I could be spanked on the bare, without having my panties taken off. And Paul, when it was his turn to be spanked on the bare, would have his underpants pulled up in the same way, so that his bottom was bare.
That way, Paul and I were spanked without losing our modesty. That was important, since we were always punished together, at the same time.
But this Punishment Night was going to be different.
Mom told me to forget about going out of the house this weekend. I was grounded and would be kept inside until I went to school on Monday morning.
Paul knew that I was really in trouble. When Mom and Daddy caught me using the vibrator, there was such a fuss that Paul woke up.
He came out of his room. Mom yelled at him to go back to bed, and the way she yelled at him, you can bet he hopped to it in a hurry!
Paul wasn't too sure what it was that I had done, but he knew it was something nasty, something to do with sex.
He thought that I was playing with myself ... but he didn't know the part about the vibrator, and I sure didn't tell him.
Mom had noticed that her top drawer was slightly open, just enough to make her check inside it to make sure everything was okay.
That was when she discovered that the vibrator was missing. But she played it cool, and pretended that she hadn't noticed anything wrong.
But she and Daddy were just waiting to catch me in the act. They had come upstairs and done it so quietly and sneaky that I never heard them.
But they sure heard me-and when they opened the door and stormed into the room, they caught me in the act, all right!
My pajama tops were up and my panties were down. My thighs were open and I was putting the vibrator inside me when they came in.
They didn't punish me that night. I wished that they had. It would have been better than for me to wait around for the rest of the week to roll by, so Friday would come and I would have my session of punishment.
Mom and Daddy were really mad at me, and they didn't cool off all week. I thought of nothing else but my punishment.
Friday night came. I hardly touched a bite of my dinner. Most Fridays I didn't eat much, since I was thinking about the punishment to come.
That was our routine-on Friday night, Paul and I had to stay home. After dinner, my brother and I would wash the dishes and put them away.
Then, we would all go in the living room, and the session would start.
That's what happened on Friday. Mom took off her apron and hung it up and joined Daddy in the living room. Paul and I went in.
Mom sat in an armchair. Daddy sat on the arm of the chair. Paul and I stood in front of them, facing them.
"This is going to be a very special Punishment Night," Mom said.
Daddy said, "Children, take off your clothes."
I wasn't sure that I had heard him right. I just stood there, numb. Paul must have thought the same thing, cause he didn't move a muscle, either.
Mom said, "You heard your father. Now do as he says, and be quick about it!"
Still, neither Paul or me moved.
Daddy said, "Would you like it better if Mom and I undressed you kids?"
I had to say something. "You mean you want me to take off all my clothes? My blouse and my skirt?"
"That'll do for a start," Daddy said. "And Paul will do the same thing."
"But, Daddy, I can't do that-not with Paul right here!"
"You've picked the wrong time to develop some modesty, Kelly," he said. "You surely weren't modest when your mother and I caught you the other night!"
"Daddy, please!" I was close to tears and I hadn't even been touched yet.
He got up off the chair and came over to us. He was big and scary, a head taller than me. I felt like a very little girl.
"Things are going to be done very differently around this house from now on, children. Mom and I expect and demand obedience."
Mom took out the dreaded demerit notebook and flipped open the cover and took hold of a pencil, pressing it to the paper.
"If you children don't do as you're told, and take off your clothes, I'm going to give each of you one demerit for each second that you don't obey.
"You have one minute," Mom said. She looked at her wristwatch. "And your time starts just about-now! You'd better hurry, Paul and Kelly."
I looked at Paul. He was shame-faced and his face was bright red. Mine was the same, and felt all hot and burning.
He was too embarrassed to even look at me. He pulled his shirt out of his pants and pulled it off. Then he was bare from the waist up.
I swallowed hard. My mouth was all dry. I fumbled with the buttons of my blouse and opened it down to my waist.
I was wearing a white bra. The bra could be seen. But Paul wasn't looking, he was too busy staring down and fumbling with his belt.
I looked at Mom and Daddy to see if they would show me mercy and not make me go through with it. But mercy wasn't on their minds....
Mom said, "Thirty seconds to go, children!"
Daddy said, "You better hurry, Kelly."
Paul took down his pants. He wore jeans. They were open and fell down his legs and landed in heap at his bare feet.
He wore a pair of white underpants. I could see the bulge that his penis and his balls made in them. He was really red-faced.
Mom said, "Paul, you may keep your underpants on-for now."
Paul was really grateful. I was in a hurry. I tore a button off my blouse and it hit the floor and bounced and rolled.
I pulled my blouse out of the top of my skirt. I took it off and it fell on the floor. I opened the catch of my skirt at the side.
I got the skirt off just as Mom said, "Time's up!"
I felt naked, standing there in my bra and panties. Paul being stripped down to his underpants didn't make me feel any better.
Mom and Daddy looked at each other. Daddy said, "I think that Kelly should be stripped down to the buff, don't you?"
"Oh, yes," Mom said. "Kelly, take off your bra and panties!"
Paul was just as amazed and shocked as me. There had never been a punishment session like this before! Mom and Daddy were acting really weird!
I started crying. "Please, Mom, Daddy, don't make me take my clothes off!"
Tears stung my eyes and rolled down my face. My vision blurred.
Daddy came over to me. He raised his hands and I thought that he was going to hit me so I cringed and cried out.
But Daddy didn't hit me. He put his big hands on my shoulders and turned me around so that my back was to him.
Then he unhooked my bra in the back and took it off. He did it real easily, too, like he had taken bras off girls a thousand times.
I was crying so hard I couldn't see. My titties were naked. The nipples tingled. I crossed my arms over my titties to cover them.
"I know that you like to touch yourself, Kelly," Daddy said. "That's one of the many reasons that you are being punished tonight!"
Paul said, "Why am I being punished like Kelly? I didn't do anything!"
Mom said, "You are being punished for your impudence, little boy, which has just gotten thoroughly out of hand!"
"If you keep whining like a baby, Paul, you will be even more severely punished than your sister-so shut up!"
Paul was shocked-Mom almost never talked like that, no matter how mad she got.
Daddy said, "The panties, too, Kelly-take them off."
"Oh, Daddy, no, not that, please, please! I know that I was bad and I deserve to be punished, but please let me keep my panties on!"
"Take them off, or I will." He folded his arms across his chest and looked real strict and stern, real mean-he scared me.
I took the panties off. I pulled them down off my hips. They fell down my legs. I put my hands in front of my pussy.
Paul was really sweet. He didn't look at me. I once caught him spying on me while I was taking a bath, and really gave him hell for it.
But this time, he didn't look at me, and I was grateful to him for that.
Daddy said, "Paul will be punished first Paul, run upstairs and get your mother's hair brush-you know where it is."
Paul took off in a hurry, since stalling would earn him more spankings. Each time I tried to cover myself with my hands, Daddy would take hold of my wrists and place my arms at my sides, so I couldn't cover anything.
Paul hurried down the stairs and into the living room I guess that was the first time he really looked at me with my clothes off.
He stopped dead in his tracks, staring, his mouth wide open. I cried. Mom spoke sharply and told him to come over to her in a hurry.
He handed her the brush. It was a brush with a wooden back that was wide and smooth and flat, with a long handle.
Mom ordered him to climb on her lap. This was really terrible, since I would have to stand around naked while Paul was punished.
Paul stretched out face down on Mom's lap. His head hung down between his arms. Mom moved him around on her lap, putting him into position.
"What do you say to your mother, little boy?" Mom asked.
Paul answered, like we always did for these spankings, "Mom, I've been a bad little boy and I need to be punished. Will you please punish me?"
"Indeed I will, young man!" Mom took hold of his underpants and pulled them down, all the way down to the tops of his thighs, so that his bare ass was totally exposed.
Paul gasped. He wasn't ready to be stripped, either. But he had no choice.
Mom took the hair brush off a nearby table. First she rubbed the smooth side of it all over Paul's bottom, sliding it on his ass.
He was real scared and he yelled when his ass was just touched with the brush, since he was expecting to be spanked.
And he was spanked. Mom gave it to him but good! She took her time and she landed fifty spanks on his backside before she stopped.
Paul tried to be a big boy and take his punishment like a grown-up. But Mom really smacked his ass hard from the start.
After the first five or six spanks, his ass was all rosy and red, and his eyes were wet. Mom just kept laying into him.
I was really afraid. If Paul, who had been pretty good this week, was getting this kind of punishment, then what would I get?
By the time the twentieth spank landed on him, Paul was sobbing like a baby. He kept trying to put his hands over his ass to protect it.
I didn't blame him His ass was deep red. Mom stopped spanking him long enough to warn him that if he didn't stop, she was going to tie his hands.
He stretched out his arms in front of him but after a few more swats, he couldn't help himself, and he put his hands back.
"That does it!" Mom said. She put her brush down. Paul cried and swore that he had just done it by accident, and that he wouldn't do it again.
But Mom wasn't having any of that. She reached into the pocket of her skirt and took out an old nylon of hers.
She crossed Paul's wrists and tied them together with the stockings, so his hands were tied behind his back, over his ass.
She put her hand on his so he couldn't move them back down to cover himself. Then she picked up the brush and picked up the spanking.
She tore into him. I was scared, just to watch. Paul was hysterical and he sounded like a little girl, the way he begged her to stop.
He kicked his legs. Mom hooked her ankle over his ankles and held them pinned in place. He squirmed on her lap.
Her skirt rode up, so he pressed down on her thighs, which were bare. Something funny started happening to him around his fortieth spanking stroke.
He kept on crying and moaning, but he kind of went limp on Mom's lap, like he was too weak and tired to make much of a fuss.
He whimpered and turned his face away from me and Daddy. He nestled into her lap and sobbed as she kept on paddling him.
Mom suddenly said, "Paul, what are you doing on my lap?"
"Nothing, Mom, nothing, I swear it!"
"Oh yes you are!" She called Daddy over to her. He hooked his hands under Paul's tied arms and pulled him off her lap and on his feet.
There was a big fat bulge in the crotch of his white cotton undershorts. Daddy stood behind Paul, holding him by the arms.
Mom said, "Well, well, well, what have we here, hmmmmmmm?"
"Mom, please, please don't-"
Mom pulled down his under shorts, exposing the red stiff penis which jutted from my brother's hips-he had gotten a huge hard-on from the spanking!
When I was stripped and Paul had been allowed to keep on his underpants, he had not stared at me-but I had to look at him.
I couldn't help it. I saw that my little brother was sure growing up fast-that was a big hard thing sticking out from between his legs!
And how strange that he had gotten hard from being spanked by Mom!
He was so ashamed, he looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole somewhere and die. His thing was a deep bright red.
"I felt you rubbing yourself against me while I was spanking you," Mom said. "If I hadn't stopped when I did, you probably would have done something nasty!
"I see that you're as naughty as your sister, Paul. If I had any doubts about the wisdom of the course your father and I are taking with you two kids, those doubts are gone now-I'd say we got to you just in time!
"Well, we'll just leave you like you are now, and see what happens. With your hands tied behind your back, you won't be able to play with yourself.
"Now stand over there, Paul, and keep quiet. It's Kelly's turn next."
Daddy said, "I'll do the chores on that one, dear."
He unbuckled his belt and took it off. It was a thin brown leather belt, very whippy. He doubled it up in his hand.
I moaned, "Oh, Daddy, please! Please don't strap me, please!"
"You've got a lesson coming to you, little girl, one that you really deserve. Your tears won't move me or sway me in the slightest."
"Now, get over here, Kelly, and on the double. For every bit of trouble you give me, I'm only going to add it on to your punishment."
He sat down on the couch. Mom stayed sitting on the armchair where she had taken Paul over her lap for the paddling. Paul stood to one side, sniffling. With his hands tied, he couldn't even wipe his eyes or nose.
I went over to Daddy. I was so weak in the knees that I couldn't hardly stand. But I didn't have to stand, not for long.
He pulled me down over his lap. I stretched out with my arms in front of me. He held all of my weight on his lap. My fingers and toes just grazed the floor.
"Since you're being punished with a strapping instead of a paddling, Kelly, you'll only get half of the total your brother got." Daddy said.
Half of what Paul got-that meant I would be strapped twenty-five times!
"No, Daddy, please-" I was crying like a baby before the strap fell.
He held me down hard on his lap. I was naked on him. I could feel his cock and balls under me. They seemed awfully large.
He hit me with the strap. He didn't hit me so very hard, not for him, since he's a big strong man with a lot of power.
It hurt horribly. I cried out. It stung and burned my bottom.
He held me tighter so I couldn't squirm on his lap. He strapped me some more. The belt went WHOOSH! as it cut through the air.
Then it would hit my ass. It made me cry. Daddy took his time and paused after each stroke before starting the next one.
"Don't anticipate, Kelly. Don't let me catch you tightening up your little bottom, because I'll only wait until you loosen up."
He made me take the strapping without holding my muscles tense and clenching the cheeks of my ass.
By the time the count reached ten, I was broken and sobbing hysterically.
Just like Paul had done, I kept putting my hands back on my ass to try and protect it from some of those hard hitting strokes.
I didn't get away with it any more than Paul did. But Daddy didn't bother to tie my hands. He just held them in place.
He crossed my wrists on the small of my back. He held both my wrists in his one hand, so he had the other free to spank and strap me.
I was crying and gurgling. I couldn't see, for all my tears. My face was red and wet. My bottom burned and stung.
My ass would go kind of numb from each stroke, so there were hot and cold waves running through my backside as the strapping went on.
As I rolled and rubbed on Daddy's lap, I felt something happening to him. It took me a while to notice it, since I was hurting so much.
But after a while, as the count was closing in on twenty, I knew that Daddy was hard. I could feel his hardness under me.
He felt really big, like there was a piece of pipe tucked into his pants.
I was too weak to fight any more. I just lay limp on his lap, crying softly between strokes, and crying out when they fell on my ass.
My bottom burned. Parts of it were numb, but others really hurt. It felt like it was on fire, or like it had a painful, terrible sunburn.
It tingled with heat. The cheeks burned like there was a furnace there. That body heat spread from my ass into the rest of me.
Into my pussy ... at first, I didn't know that was happening, either.
At last the strapping was done. Daddy held me on his lap, pressing me down against him, against his hard-on, which I could feel throbbing.
He held his strap in front of my face and forced me to kiss it to show my respect and my thanks for his taking the time and trouble to discipline me.
I could hardly get it out at first, since I was crying so hard.
Finally he eased me off his lap. My bottom ached already, but it hurt much worse when I had to stand up. I could hardly stand.
That strapping had done one thing, though. It hurt so much that I had forgotten all about being naked in front of Mom and Daddy and my brother Paul.
I just wanted the pain to go away. I wiped the tears from my eyes. I looked over my shoulder so I could see the damage which had been done to my ass.
My bottom was bright red all over. There were lots of dark lines with welts, which showed where each of the strokes had fallen.
There were welts all over-ugly and angry and red, all crisscrossed. The flesh that wasn't welted from the strokes was all hot and red and blotchy.
My bottom ached like anything. I glanced down at Daddy, and gasped when I saw the size of the huge bulge in the crotch of his trousers.
He was as hard as Paul! And Paul had stayed hard all the time that I was spanked.
Daddy went over by Mom. Paul and I had to stand and face them.
"I hope that you kids have learned your lesson," Daddy said. "In this house, your mother and I make the rules and you follow them!"
Mom said, "We love you kids. That's why we have to punish you, to keep you on the right paths and off of the wrong ones."
I was still teary-eyed, and so was Paul, but at least I wasn't as scared as I had been. The punishment session was over.
Daddy said, "Turn around, children, and show us your backsides, so we can see just how effective your discipline really was!"
Paul and I had to turn our backs to them. I couldn't look at Paul, and I don't think that he looked at me, we were both so ashamed.
It got worse. Daddy got up. He made me spread my legs and bend forward from the waist, which really pulled tightly on my spanked, strapped ass.
I moaned from the pain. I had to grab my ankles and stand there bent over, with my red ass facing my parents. Paul had to do the same thing.
"My, my," Mom said, "those bottoms are really red! I'd say that we did an excellent job of punishing the children, wouldn't you, honey?"
"Indeed I would," Daddy said. "Okay, kids, you can stand up now."
"Come over here, Paul, and Mom will untie your hands," she said.
Paul trotted over to her. He was still hard. His thing was awfully red and stiff and thick. There was a dark patch of hair over his cock and balls.
Mom didn't so much as blink. She turned him around and untied his hands. "There, that does it!" She gave him a little pat on the bottom.
Paul sniffled. He wiped his eyes and rubbed the back of his hand against his nose. Then he put his hands in front of him, to try to cover up.
"No touching yourself, Paul!" Mom waved her finger in his face. "I'd say that it's high time that we got the children up to bed, wouldn't you, dear?"
Daddy agreed, so Paul and I were marched out of the living room, up the stairs, and, not into our rooms, but into Mom and Daddy's room.
That scared me some more, since it showed that they weren't done with us yet.
"Yes, I'll bet those bottoms are really hot and burning," Mom said.
"Let's find out for sure, hmmm?" Daddy came over to me and put his hand on my bottom. Just the touch of it really made my ass sting harder.
"Daddy!"
"You just keep still, little girl, unless you want some more of what you got downstairs. Father knows best, in this house."
He was rubbing and squeezing my backside. Mom wasn't mad or anything, which you would have thought she might be, since he was touching me like that.
Instead, she called Paul over to her, and did the same thing to him that Daddy was doing to me, namely rubbing and feeling a spanked ass for hotness.
Mine was really hot, and just having it touched brought tears to my eyes.
"I'll bet that really smarts, Kelly," Daddy said to me.
"Yes, Daddy, it does," I said. "We'll have to do something to make the hurt go away."
Mom said, "I have just the thing-some soothing lotion. It's in the bathroom. I'll go get it." And she did.
She came back from the bathroom with a jar of salve, stuff used for burns and insect bites and things like that.
"This is gooey, sticky stuff," Mom said when she opened up the jar. "We don't want to get it smeared on our clothes."
"That's right," Daddy said. "We'd better take them off."
Daddy took off his shirt. He had on one of those old-fashioned undershirts with straps over the shoulders. His shoulders were big and broad and hairy.
He opened his pants. I couldn't believe that he was going to take them off, especially not when he still had that stiff hard-on.
But he did. He wore a pair of boxer style shorts. They were white and baggy. The front of them was pushed way out by his hardness.
He stopped when he got down to his shorts and undershirt. He was a big strong man in real good shape, especially for a guy his age.
I looked at Paul to see how he was taking all this strangeness. But I couldn't catch his eye, since he was staring at Mom.
Mom stripped off her blouse and skirt. She wore a black bra and a pair of black panties. Her figure was really sensational.
Paul's bottom was burning hot bright red, but he had forgotten all about that. His eyes bulged and his mouth hung open as he stared at Mom.
I was kind of jealous, since I'm so young and skinny, with small titties, while Mom is built like a centerfold girl or a beauty queen.
I wished that someone would stare at me the way Paul stared at Mom.
Stared at Mom-wait a minute, I told myself, this is crazy! Not even on the strictest Punishment Night had anything like this ever happened!
Paul was staring at Mom, but not like she was his mother. Then I glanced at Daddy and saw that he looked at me the same way that Paul looked at Mom.
Daddy's face was thick and red and his eyes were glowing. He scared me. When he looked at me like that, it went through me like a knife.
I felt all weak in the knees, and wet, too. A heat wave came over me. I could hardly stand. But I didn't have to stand for too long.
I had to look away from Daddy-it was just too intense. I had been blushing all the way through, from when my clothes were taken off, but now my face really got hot and burning, and seemed almost as hot as my strapped ass.
Daddy said, "Children, lie down on the bed, side by side."
"Why, Daddy?" I asked.
"You'll find out why, Kelly. And you'll also find out what another spanking is like if you don't learn to do what you're told!"
Mom pulled down the sheets and blankets to the foot of the bed, and Paul and I stretched out side by side in the middle of it, on our tummies.
I folded my arms and rested my head on them, with my face hidden inside.
Daddy got on the bed to the side of me, and Mom got on at Paul's side. "This lotion will take some of the heat out of your pretty little bottom," Daddy said.
He rubbed the lotion into my behind. The lotion was cool, but my ass was sore and hot and sensitive, and hurt just from being touched.
Daddy smeared the lotion on both his hands and massaged it into my buttocks. He sure did a real thorough job, working on me for ten minutes.
"There, now, doesn't that feel better?" he asked me.
"Yes, Daddy, it sure does," I sighed. The lotion had helped. It was all over my backside, making my ass cheeks slick and greasy.
It tingled on my cheeks and the lotion sank into the skin and felt real nice. But it was so strange to have Daddy sitting on the bed in his underwear, rubbing the lotion on my ass, and rubbing my bottom the way he was doing.
Mom did the same thing to Paul. He whimpered from the pain when she first started massaging lotion into his ass.
After a while, his ass was cooled by the salve, and he sighed and murmured.
Daddy's head was so close to me that I could feel his hot breath on my ass.
"I see that I've missed some important parts on you, Kelly girl," Daddy said heartily. "This should make you feel really good."
He put his hand between my legs, at the top of my thighs, and touched my pussy.
"Daddy!"
I jerked my head up and looked around. No matter what I might have done to deserve punishment, it wasn't right for Daddy to touch me down there.
I looked over at Mom, thinking that she would be shocked like I was. But she just kept patting and feeling and rubbing Paul's oiled red ass.
"None of your nonsense, Kelly," Daddy said. "Or would you rather have another spanking instead of what I'm doing to you now?"
"But, Daddy-"
"I don't want any ifs, ands, or buts out of you, little girl." He put his hand on the back of my head and pushed my face down into my arms.
"Open your legs wider, Kelly, so I can get to ... to those hard to reach places."
He pushed my thighs open. My pussy tingled. His fingers, his hands, were all greasy and oiled with the lotion.
He rubbed it into my pussy. I moaned and thought that I might pass out.
I hadn't known how sexed-up I was. But my pussy was dripping and my pussy lips were super-sensitive to his touch.
Daddy was very wicked, the way his oily fingers rolled up and down my pussy. He rubbed it lightly at first, just caressing the lips.
Slowly he rubbed it with more pressure. Soon my pussy lips were dripping in the oil of the lotion and my membranes were dripping with juices.
"Such a pretty little girl ... Daddy's own. So pretty. Pretty, pretty Kelly. Doesn't that feel good, honey? And this? And that?"
"Oh, Daddy, oh, God, Daddy, what are you doing to me?!"
"Tell me the truth, Kelly, honey-are you a virgin?"
"Daddy! What kind of a question is that to ask?!"
"Don't be coy, little girl. You're growing up fast and you know the facts of life. Now tell me, dear, have you ever done it?"
Done It.
"No, Daddy, of course not! I never have!"
"If you're lying to me, Kelly, I'll know. I can find out...."
"Daddy, I swear it! What kind of a girl do you think I am?"
"A girl who's growing up fast enough to be ready for loving, that's what I think. Now just hold still, Kelly, this won't hurt...."
"Daddy! What are you doing with your finger down there-oh! Oooooh!"
Daddy pressed the tip of his finger to my pussy and pressed it in. He put the finger inside me, slowly sliding it in.
It fit tight in my pussy. I was all wet so it went in pretty easily. He put in it real slow and carefully, probing as it went in.
"Ow! Daddy, you're hurting me!"
He had, bumped my cherry with his fingertip. It hurt and made me quiver. Daddy felt around it, touching it and making me moan.
He pulled his finger out of me. I thought that I would collapse.
"Well, well, well ... so you are untouched! Daddy's darling virgin daughter!"
Mom got Paul to admit that he was a virgin too. He might have been embarrassed to admit that in front of me in other circumstances, but this night was just so strange and crazy that he was able to come right out and say he had never Done It.
Daddy patted my hip. He squeezed my thigh and then stroked it.
"We love you kids," he said. "Just as we punish you with pain when you're bad, we want to please you with pleasure when you're good."
"You're both old enough for love," Mom said. "Your father and I want to make sure that you get off to the right start."
"That's right, honey," Daddy said. "Too many times, girls and boys get the wrong impression of sex because they had a bad first experience."
Mom said dreamily, "It's the best combination, when an older, skilled, mature lover initiates and instructs a virgin on his-or her-first time."
"That's how I've always felt about the subject," Daddy said. "And who's better to lovingly instruct a youngster than his or her parents?"
Daddy took hold of my hips and turned me on my side. My ass sizzled when it pressed down on the mattress. Daddy reached for me.
"I'm going to make love to you Kelly, and make you a woman!"
"Daddy, no, please! I-I never did it before!"
"So much the better, Kelly. Now give Daddy a great big kiss!"
I looked at Mom. Surely she would stop this craziness, and keep Daddy from taking me right in front of her.
But she had other things on her mind. She sat up and reached around her back and unhooked her bra and took it off.
Her big tits tumbled out of the bra. They were white and round, with big fat nipples on the tips.
Paul gasped and groaned. Mom sat on the bed and took his head in her lap. He looked dazed, like he couldn't believe what was happening.
She smiled down and leaned over him, so that her heavy dangling tits were about an inch, or two over his face, which was hot and red.
"Come to Momma, darling boy...." She squeezed the tip of her tit and made the stiff nipple jut out even more. She pressed it to his lips.
He kissed it. She said, "Take it in your mouth, dear...."
"Oh, Mommy! Oooooooooooooh...."
She stuffed her nipple between his lips. Paul shivered and shut his eyes and sucked on it, making all wet slurping sounds.
But I couldn't pay any more attention to them, cause Daddy was reaching for me. He brought his face down and pressed his mouth on mine.
His mouth was hot and sucking. He pressed his lips against mine and really rubbed them in. His tongue probed my teeth.
I opened my mouth and he put his tongue inside. It was big and fat. It rolled over my tongue and rubbed it and pressed deep in my mouth.
Daddy touched me while he kissed me. He rubbed my titties. He played with the tiny stiff nipples, rolling them in his fingers.
I felt like I was being swept away by a giant hot wave of lust. Why should I fight it? I couldn't fight off a big, full-grown man like him.
If he wanted to, he could make me do it by force. And Mom wouldn't stop him. The two of them were in this together, that was for sure.
Besides, I didn't want to fight, not really. I was sick and tired of being a virgin, a little girl. I wanted to be a woman.
Daddy's woman...?
He did put me on my back. I gasped and tears came to my eyes when I put my weight on my backside, even though the lotion had helped to cool it off.
Daddy said, "Have you ever been kissed all over, sweetheart? All over your pretty, delicious little body, my darling?"
"Do you really think that I'm pretty, Daddy?"
"Why, what a question! You must be the prettiest girl in the whole wide world, and I must be the luckiest fellow, to have a daughter like you!"
"But I'll do more than tell you how pretty you are, Kelly-I'll show you. Here's what that wicked little body of yours does to Daddy, dear."
He took my hand and he put it between his legs, pressing it against his crotch. I gasped, just from feeling his tremendous hard-on through his pants.
"Oh my God, Daddy, it's so big!"
"Yes, and tonight, it's all for you, honey." Then he went to work on kissing me all over, as he said he would do.
He knelt on the mattress with his legs folded. He was on one side of me. He pressed his hot smooth face to my titties and nuzzled them.
He pressed kiss after kiss on my titties. They were super sensitive and begging for some kind of attention, and he gave them just what they needed.
He kissed them, especially the nipples, which felt as hard as diamonds. He took a nipple in his mouth and nibbled it with his lips.
He licked it with his tongue tip. He did the same to my other nipple. Then he kissed his way down my middle, to my belly.
He put his tongue in my belly button. He took hold of my legs and he spread them wide apart and got down on his knees between them.
He lowered his head and pressed his face to my crotch. I cried out from the intense feeling of his mouth on my pussy.
The way he had kissed and sucked my titties, which had almost made me faint from how good it felt, was nothing compared to what his mouth did on my pussy.
First he kissed it all over. Then he stuck out his tongue and licked the pussy lips until they were dripping with saliva.
Then he put his tongue inside me.
It felt like God, only better. But as good as it felt, I was still scared, in the back of my mind, when I thought about giving up my cherry.
His tongue was tight in my narrow pussy. What would his massive stiff hard-on feel like when he stuck it between my legs?
I knew I would find out.
CONCLUSION
Indeed, Kelly did find out-and so shall we, as this strange story of incest, discipline, and sexual perversity continues in the next case history.
We shall hear from Sylvia-Kelly and Paul's incestuous, discipline-minded mother.
CASE HISTORY TWO
SUBJECT: Sylvia K.
AGE: Forty-four
INTERVIEW ONE
Like many a guilty party, Sylvia at first declined to be interviewed.
I told her enough to make her realize that the secret of her incest family was no secret as far as I was concerned.
I had learned much about the strange case from Kelly. But for a more detailed analysis, it would be necessary to get Sylvia's story as well.
I told her that I take a total approach when it comes to family therapy, and assured her of my total discretion.
When at last she was fully convinced that I would maintain her confidentiality, she agreed to give me some background information on the case.
I interviewed her in my office in the city. A brief description follows:
Sylvia is a very attractive, full-bodied woman, with stylish, coifed honey-blonde hair, hazel eyes, a wide, sharp-featured face.
She has a lush physique, one which is taut and toned and which a woman half her age would be more than happy to call her own.
She wore a gray blazer, pink blouse with ruffled front, navy skirt, loafers, and carried a handbag the same shade as her shoes.
* * *
So little Kelly's let the cat out of the bag, eh?
Well, I kind of expected that. Everything would have gone along just fine, if it wasn't for her crazy jealousy.
That's why she set fire to the house, you know. Because she was jealous, madly jealous that my husband and I were taking other lovers.
By that time in our little game, Kelly was an angel-faced wanton with the loose morals of an alley cat-just the way her father and I wanted her.
We made her that way, so we could use her for our pleasure, and hers.
My husband and I were and are confirmed swingers. We kept that aspect of our lives hidden from the children while they were growing up.
But when first Kelly, and then my son Paul reached puberty, it became harder and harder for us to shield them from our swinging lifestyle.
Not only that, but they were growing up, too. Kelly and Paul were already going out on dates with some of their little school friends.
More than that, they are a pair of beautiful youngsters. With two hedonists like myself and my husband, it was inevitable that we would take the children.
Things had been simmering on the back burner for a few months, when Kelly brought things to a furious boil by stealing one of my sex toys.
It was one of my vibrators. When her father and I caught the girl masturbating with the sex toy she had stolen from my drawer, we knew we could delay no longer.
I was right there when Kelly lost her virginity to her father-right in the same bed, getting ready to initiate my son Paul into love.
First we punished the kids. That was all part of the program. We stripped and humiliated and spanked them to establish adult dominance over the teens.
When that was done, and we had the psychological jump on Paul and Kelly, had them under the thumb of our rule, we took the next step:
We took them to our bed.
My husband took Kelly. She was scared, not by the idea of incest, but by the fear of the pain of having her cherry popped.
That's why William-my husband, the kids' father-took Kelly by mouth first, before mounting her and plundering her tasty little pussy.
He was in his undershirt and shorts, while she was stark naked and lay on her back on the bed, with her eyes squeezed shut.
It was a real turn-on for me, the contrast between William's manly full grown physique, and Kelly's slim, slight, girlish form.
Kelly at that time was just barely starting to ripen out. I think that's one of the loveliest phases in a female's life cycle, when she's just making the change from girlhood into womanhood.
Kelly was more girl than woman. She had had her period for over a year before that, but her breasts were very small, little buds of soft flesh.
She lay on her back, so skinny. She seemed all long legs and arms. Her breasts were gentle mounds of flesh with tiny pink nipples.
The breasts were wet with William's saliva, from the sucking kisses he had covered them with as he worked his oral way down her body.
He knelt on the mattress between her legs, which he had spread open. His face was pressed up against her little crotch.
She has narrow hips with jutting pelvic bones. Her pussy was a small cleft with a pair of delicate little pussy lips and a sparse, silky bush.
Her bush, usually fluffy and full, was now wet and dark with saliva from her daddy's mouth, where he had licked and lapped at her.
I was feeding my fine, fit, firm young son Paul what he needed-one of my stiff nipples, which he sucked as greedily as a baby.
I had really been strict with Paul in the punishment session. I had given him close to fifty swats with the back of my hair brush.
It established my total dominance over him. I knew I would never have to punish him so strictly again, but that steaming session of discipline established my credibility. Mother could give pain to her boy-and pleasure, too.
William and I have gotten into the S/M swinging scene, too. But this was the first time we had ever dominated a pair of teens so very young and tender as our kids.
It was delicious-delicious!
Paul sucked my nipple. His eyes were closed. I smoothed the hair back off his sweating forehead and murmured to him.
His head was in my lap. My nipple was stiff and sensitive, and as his lips nibbled and his tongue licked, stimulating sensations shot through me.
I waited before mounting him and taking him, since I wanted to watch William with Kelly-after all, a daughter can be deflowered only once!
And I intended to watch that once in a lifetime event.
William's face was red and hot and wet with his saliva and Kelly's juices. Her thin pussy lips glowed rosy red from the heat he had licked into them.
He pressed his parted lips to her pussy and pushed his tongue inside her.
Kelly cried out from the intensity of having her steamy little slit filled with his tongue.
Kelly's long skinny legs kicked and thrashed as her membranes were tongued.
William took his tongue out of our daughter's pussy and pressed it to her clitoris, which was a little pearl of pink flesh.
Kelly was too excited. Her father had to hold her hips down on the bed while he whipped her sensitive clitoris with his tongue.
Kelly's cries of lust were thin and wailing. William's head bobbed and his tongue licked. Suddenly Kelly reached the peak arousal.
My little girl climaxed, thanks to the licking lips and tongue of her daddy.
She shivered like she was having a fit. Then she screeched. The tension went out of her and she flopped back on the bed.
At first, for an instant, I thought she had passed out. But she was just dazed by the force of her orgasm, which must have been devastating.
She would rest now, for a little while, before her father mounted her.
And now for Paul ... I had fed him both nipples, one at a time, so that they were well sucked, and stood out stiff and saliva-coated.
I took hold of his stiff penis. It was most impressive, especially for so young and slim a boy ... I would enjoy putting it to good use.
It was very hot and hard. It was as red as a boiled lobster, and seemed to be as hot as one, too. He had gotten extremely stimulated.
You can imagine why. There he was, a young, handsome, but very inexperienced boy in his early teens, with the horniness universal to teen boys.
He was a virgin. Every day, he would lust after a school of pert and pretty and nubile teen lovelies, erotically tormented with wanting them.
And then, what he least expected, he was about to be initiated into the arts of love, not by a girl his own age, but by a full grown adult woman, a handsome woman if I say so myself, with big creamy breasts and buttocks, skilled at sex.
That the seductive beauty was his mother was only the final stimulus.
But there was a danger in that. During his spanking, he had gotten stiff. I had noticed that phenomenon before, on earlier Punishment Nights.
In fact, I was counting on it. As I paddled his backside with the brush, he rubbed his hard thing into my thighs.
I stopped before he could reach orgasm, but he was very stimulated, and I knew that his orgasm was just on the edge.
If I mounted him and took his rod inside my pussy, he would come, I was sure, after only a few strokes, due to his extreme excitement.
So, I would make him come, and then, the pressure relieved, he would be able to go for a much longer time the second time around.
I eased my nipple out of his mouth. A drop of saliva rolled off it and spattered on his hot upturned face. He opened his eyes.
I kissed him on his sweet wet warm mouth. "I'm going to do something for you, Paulie, that I'm sure no girl has done for you before."
"No, don't move, dear boy-just stay as you are, on your back, honey."
I was bare, except for a pair of panties. I decided to leave them on until later, so that my son would be more intrigued by the mystery of what his mother's sex looked like. I crawled on the bed on my hands and knees.
William hugged and kissed Kelly, who was weak and moaning from the effects of her orgasm ... the girl seemed as limp as a dish rag.
And why not? I'm sure it was the first time she was ever mouthed by anyone and brought to a wrenching climax.
The fact that the man who had given her so much pleasure was her daddy, was only the icing on the erotic cake, as far as I was concerned.
But now for Paul. Kneeling to one side of him, I took hold of his member.
If I had been with an experienced lover, I would have taken off my panties and squatted on his face while I mouthed him.
But this was my son Paul, and this was his first time. When the time came for him to eat Mommy's pussy, I would make sure that he learned to do it right.
And Kelly, too, for that matter. Yes, I am bi ... very.
The erection was full and firm. I squeezed it, holding it upright. I pressed hot sucking kisses on the cock head.
I licked the inside of the little slit in the head of the penis. I licked down the shaft, and across my son's swollen balls.
Paul was rigid all over, not just in his penis. He gasped and groaned as I licked him. Then I took him in my mouth.
First I took just the head of the cock between my lips. It was fat and hot. I sucked and slurped on it, sloshing saliva.
I rubbed the red hot cock head against the top of my mouth. I pressed my lips to the shaft and caressed his cock as I took it deep.
I took it so that the head bumped the back of my throat. I rubbed the underside of it with my tongue. I bobbed my head up and down.
I had calculated right. The erotic spanking (for both of us, mother and son!) had brought his passions to a steaming boil.
His penis twitched on my tongue. I knew he was about to come. I took his rod deep in my mouth, with my lips ringing the base of his shaft.
He came-in Mom's mouth.
I clutched his erupting cock in my mouth. His come splashed my throat. I sucked and swallowed it down as fast as it came boiling up.
I kept his cock in my mouth long after he stopped coming. He lay there, like a ten-ton truck had rolled over him and flattened him out.
He was so happy, so grateful! I pulled my mouth off his member, sucking up the excess saliva and semen as I did so, and swallowing them down.
Now, it was his turn to rest. He lay on his back, muscles loose and relaxed, penis thick and semi-erect and twitching.
William was ready to mount and take Kelly. I wanted to see that!
Kelly lay on her back. William rubbed lubricant between her legs. She was dripping wet from the mouthing he had given her, but he greased her all the same, since she was so young, slight, and narrow in her steamy little pussy.
The lubricant was sweet-smelling. He rubbed it on her pussy lips. The girl gasped and pressed her face into a pillow.
William stuffed some of the greasy goo inside the girl, in her membranes. Then he took a fistful and smeared it on his cock head and shaft.
He was achingly hard, with a rod measuring well over seven inches when stiff, as it was now, so stiff that it shivered with rigidity.
Keeping her eyes closed, Kelly whispered, "Will it hurt, Daddy?"
"It will hurt a little, at first, honey ... but only the first time, and after that, you'll be a woman, ready for love at any time."
"And Daddy will be so very gentle with his tender virgin daughter, I promise you that, dear. Trust Daddy."
William was fascinated by her adolescent form, her juvenile angel face.
So was I....
It was good that the children had the hot-blooded appetites of their parents. My husband had a powerful letch for his daughter.
If Kelly had been less willing, William surely would have taken her anyway, even if he had to tie her down on the bed and rape her little pussy.
Which actually wasn't such a bad idea, considering ... we would have to try it some time, when the children were more broken in.
William spread Kelly's thin legs wide apart, then stretched out on top of her, his burly adult male's physique all but covering her thin, young form.
He supported himself on his hands and knees, his stiff penis jutting from his hips, all red and hard and rock-rigid.
He took hold of the member, pressing the head of it to Kelly's little slit. She moaned, thinking that he would insert it.
He would, but not just yet ... first, he rubbed the cock head up and down her slitted pussy, massaging the oiled pussy lips.
After a few moments of this, he pressed the tip of the penis to the slit and pushed it in, the fat cock head prying open her pussy lips.
Kelly went rigid with virginal fear. Her father murmured to her to relax, but it was easy to understand the girl's anxiety at this moment.
My hand was between my legs. I rubbed my pussy through my panties while I watched the show. My nipples stood out like cherries.
William pushed the head of his penis inside Kelly. The girl was hot and tight.
Kelly moaned, turning her head to the side on the pillow. Her face was as red as her strapped ass, on which she lay.
Her eyes were squeezed shut and tension and strain carved deep lines into her smooth fresh face, which broke out with beads of sweat.
There was no stopping her father now, not even when Kelly got virginal dread and begged him not to do it to her after all.
But his man's weight pinned her down to the bed so she could not move, and the head of his cock was inside her, with more to follow.
My pussy was dripping wet, and the damp juices soaked the silky crotch of my panties as I fondled myself faster and harder.
Kelly's long skinny legs were stiff with tension and kicking. She was sobbing as her tender virgin's pussy was stretched.
William sank the fat red shaft of his penis into her narrow slit. He seemed almost overcome with ecstasy from the silken sizzling tightness of her.
Now he was in deep. Kelly gasped, shuddering when the blunt wedge of his cock head bumped up against her maidenhead.
William's sweaty buttocks were tightly clenched as he threw his hips forward, thrusting his penis hard against her cherry.
William grunted as he battered away at her. Kelly screeched shrilly.
She screeched, shrieking piteously as her tender little tissue snapped under the relentless pressure and her maidenhead was broken.
William followed up his advantage. He thrust deep into his daughter, burying his erection to the hilt in her.
Kelly's shrieks bubbled away into sick gurgling sounds. Then she sagged as though she had fainted, and lay there limply while her daddy took her.
He fucked her little pussy. He rocked back and forth, drawing out his member so that only the cock head was inside her, then driving it into her.
After a while of his deep, pumping thrusts, Kelly's pain, the pain of defloration at the hands-and erection-of her daddy, faded away.
She laughed and cried at the same time. Her father rained hot kisses down on her red face, smearing the tears she had shed.
He rode her until he came. Kelly wrapped her thin little arms around his broad, fleshy, sweating back, and held on tight.
He plunged his penis deep into her and kept it there as he came.
And now it was time for my pleasure.
I slid off the bed and stood up. Paul tore his fascinated gaze away from father and daughter and riveted his staring gaze on me.
I licked my lips, smiled, blew him a smooching kiss. The taste of his semen, young and fresh, was thick on my tongue.
He watched me with hungry eyes as I took down my panties and showed him Mom's pussy, with its dark brown bush and fleshy pussy lips.
From my sex he had come, when born-now, years later, he would come in that sex again, not as a baby but as my incestuous lover.
Delicious....
I lay down in bed, on my back, and beckoned him to me. His penis was once again stiff and red-hot as he crawled across the mattress to mother.
I reached for him and pulled him down on me. I fastened my mouth on his and put my tongue in his mouth and licked and probed.
My body was like a hot fleshy mattress supporting him. He seemed to float on me. After kissing and caressing him, I reached for him.
I had him get up on his hands and knees. I reached under his lean boyish hips and took hold of his penis, which flamed in my fist.
I pressed his cock head against the fleshy lips of my pussy. He was not quite sure of how a woman is formed in her pussy.
Well, he would soon learn all about that, when I put his mouth to work on pleasuring each and over inch of my pussy, inside and out.
But that would come later. Now, I would take his cherry, just as my husband had done to our daughter, who lay gasping under him, her thin legs twitching.
I pressed the head of the penis against my slitted sex and stuffed it inside. His knobbed cock head throbbed against my membranes.
I guided him in, then took my hand out from between the two of us, and held tight to him, as he thrust into me.
I stroked his hair and shoulders and face and told him what to do. I moved under him, rocking my hips.
I set up the sexual friction which would delight the two of us.
It was good that I had sucked him off. Having come once, he was able to fuck for a much longer time than he would otherwise have been able.
Here was yet another charm of young teen boys-being always horny, they are often good for three, even four orgasms in a row.
Paul was so happy, so thrilled, that he was all but crying as his heated erection was engulfed by the pussy of his mother.
He thrust away at me, trying to play the lover. He was inexperienced and artless, but that in itself was just perfectly charming.
After all, it's no trick to find experienced lovers. But innocence is much rarer, and for me it's much more exciting.
Of course, you might say that I was just jaded from my swinging lifestyle, and in a search for new kicks had turned to incest, along with my husband.
You could say that, and there would be more than a little truth in it.
Paul humped away at me. I fed him a breast, filling his mouth with a stiff nipple so he could suck while getting fucked.
Looking over his slim smooth shoulders, I could see his ass, which shone hot and red from the paddling I had given him.
Perhaps I had been a bit strict with the darling boy, but I didn't think so. That paddling had helped to dissolve all his inhibitions.
Now he was mounted on his mother and madly humping away at her, like he wanted to pound me through the mattress using only his penis.
He came too soon for me to reach my climax. But that was all right, that was only what I had expected for this, his first time.
In the days-and nights-to come, I would instruct him in the ways and arts of pleasing the most important female in his young life-his mother.
When he came, he pushed his stiff penis deep into mommy's pussy and kept it there. He shook like he was having a fit when he came.
He came inside me-how wonderful! Masses of thick creamy come bubbled up from his cock and spurted into me.
He stopped shaking at last and collapsed on top of me. I kissed and caressed him and told him that from now on, he was my little lover.
That was the first night. As the days and nights followed, Kelly and Paul were initiated into every aspect of sex.
Paul was instructed in the art of pleasing his mother with his mouth, while Kelly's mouth was offered up to Daddy's stiff penis.
It was a delight, but all good things must come to an end, as did this, thanks to Kelly's crazy jealousy of any outsiders.
When William and I entertained another swinging couple, Kelly did that crazy number of setting the house on fire.
I hope you can help her, Doctor. It's lonely with only the three of us sharing a bed-me, William, and my son Paul.
We want our Kelly girl back, to make the family trio a foursome.
CONCLUSION
Sex with the young is a volatile lust-and, when the heady ingredient of incest is added to the brew, the mixture is potentially explosive.
What happened in this case is that the fires of bisexual incest fired the real-life conflagration of the burning house, an apt symbol for the fires which burn so hot and brightly in the flesh as to cause parents to make sexual playthings of their tender teenage children.
CASE HISTORY THREE
SUBJECT: Caroline V.
AGE: Fifteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Timid, sweet-faced, submissive Caroline is a nubile, pleasingly plump teen who seems, at first glance, a most un-likely lesbian slave.
But that was what she was, during her stay this year at summer camp.
The lesbian traits were in her, latent, dormant, just under the surface. Perhaps the tendency would have remained submerged, if Fate had not stepped into the case.
Fate entered in the form of Nurse Jones-of whom more later in the narrative.
Caroline is almost sixteen. She has a sweet, round face which still shows its baby fat, with warm dark brown eyes, a snub nose, and a handful of faded freckles scattered across her round, smooth pink face.
Caroline is short and stands only an inch or two above five feet. But she is quite lushly figured and bosomy, particularly so for her tender age.
Her breasts are like grapefruits in size and shape, and Caroline hardly seems to know what to make of the abundant mammary endowment.
But crafty Nurse Jones knew just what to make of them, along with the rest of Caroline, all of which she used for her pleasure.
Caroline has dark brown hair, almost black, worn parted in the middle, with the tips coming down past her jaw line.
She is ripely curved, with an hourglass figure, bosomy, with some softness at her waist, then hips which flare out with womanly allure.
Caroline did some growing up fast last summer as the sex toy of Nurse Jones....
* * *
"For once and for all, Caroline, I'm going to cure you of your problem!"
I didn't say anything. I couldn't, not with the gag in my mouth. Besides, there was nothing that I could say to Nurse Jones, anyway.
We were all alone in the infirmary, but she had gagged me anyway, even though the rest of the campers' cabins were on the other side of the camp.
Funny, though ... she didn't gag me until after she was done spanking me. She said that she liked to listen to me crying.
I cried a lot when she spanked me. Not that it hurt so much-although it was painful-mostly I just cried cause I was scared and lonely and ashamed.
But I trusted Nurse Jones. She told me to trust her and put myself totally in her hands and that's what I did, I let her have her way with me.
The infirmary was in a small red bungalow on the far side of camp, across from the mess hall and the recreation shack.
It was night. We were in the infirmary, just the two of us, and there was no one else in the red bungalow.
Half of the bungalow was the infirmary. The other half was where Nurse Jones lived, it was her apartment where she lived alone.
It was a hot night, but she had the air conditioner on. The windows were shut and the curtains were closed so no one could see inside.
Anyway, it was late-after eleven o'clock-and it was lights out for the other campers, who were all supposed to be in their bunks.
That's where I was supposed to be, too-in my bunk, with the other seven campers in my cabin. But I was with Nurse Jones in the infirmary, because of my problem.
I was a bed wetter.
I hadn't done that for years, not since I was a very little girl. Now that I was fifteen, I had started doing it again.
The first time I did it, I was so ashamed that I stripped off the sheets in the dark and slept with just the blankets.
But it happened more than once. I don't know why it suddenly started up, except that my mom and dad looked like they were heading for a divorce.
They were always quarrelling and saying the most cruel things to each other, shouting them, I mean. Sometimes it got so bad that I had to cover my ears with my hands to shut out the sounds of them screaming at each other.
That was why they sent me to camp this summer. I hadn't been to camp since I was twelve. I was sure that I had outgrown it.
But they sent me away, probably because they didn't want me around to hear the arguments getting uglier and uglier, as they were.
Now I had a worse problem-bed wetting. I didn't know where or who to turn to help for, until I finally confessed to Nurse Jones.
I had a kind of crush on her. She's real pretty and in her middle twenties. She's very tall, almost a head taller than I am, and lean.
She has short brown hair and a thin, real pretty face. Some of the girls think she looks kind of hard, but I think she's just beeeyooootiful!
She has small tits-mine are much bigger-and a thin body with a high round ass and real long, strong legs. She's a great swimmer and jogger.
That night, she was dressed in white. She wore her uniform. A white peaked cap was on her head, and she wore a white dress, stockings, and shoes.
She told me she was determined to cure me once and for all of my problem. She had told my counselor that I would be staying overnight at the infirmary.
Nurse Jones told her that I was running a fever and she wanted to keep me under observation for the night. I was grateful for that lie.
But Nurse Jones was all business. She told me she would cure me for sure.
She said that bed wetting was a symptom of my problem, since she had made sure that it didn't have a physical cause, but a mental one.
She said that in some ways I wanted to be treated like a child, like a little girl, and that she would do just that for me.
She set up a cot for me in the infirmary. She made sure to put down a rubber sheet on the bed, and she told me to sleep in the nude.
I was really embarrassed, but she said that there was no point in my putting on pajamas or even panties if I was only going to soil them in the night.
I undressed. She hung up my clothes on a rack on the door. I got into the sheets, which felt really strange on my naked body.
Nurse Jones tucked me in. She kissed me on the forehead and told me not to worry, that no matter what happened, we would work our way out of it.
She said goodnight and went into the part of the red bungalow where she made her apartment. The light was out in the infirmary but on in the hall.
She had a radio and she turned it on to a classical station. The music was soft and real pretty, like a lullaby, kind of.
The rubber sheets smelled real sweet to me. I closed my eyes and after a while I drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up-disaster!
I had had an accident. I knew it as soon as I woke up, and felt all that hot stickiness between my legs and on the bed.
I wanted to cry. I got out of the bed. There was a big pool in the middle of the rubber sheet. I was moaning.
Nurse Jones heard the commotion and came in. She knew what had happened as soon as she saw me. She hurried to the infirmary.
"I expected this, of course," she said, "but that doesn't mean that I'm going to let you off any less lightly, Caroline."
"Oh, Nurse Jones, I'm so sorry!"
"Don't walk around the infirmary, Caroline-you're dripping. We don't want to make any more of a mess than there is already."
She turned on the light. My pussy lips and my bush were sopping wet and sticky. Big wet patches were shining on my thighs.
"You just stand right there, Caroline, while I clean things up."
Her cap was off, but she was still in her uniform, stockings, and white shoes.
She unwrapped a small box and took a pair of pink rubber gloves out. She pulled them on her hands. They went on with snapping sounds that made me flinch.
The gloves reached up to her wrists. They were pale pink and skin-tight. When she got them on, she stripped the sheets off the bed.
She was real careful to wrap the sheets so that none of the piss fell off. She gathered them up and held them at arm's length.
She opened the lid of the red plastic hamper and dropped them in and closed it.
"Now, we'll have to get you cleaned up, Caroline."
She filled a basin with warm soapy water and a sponge. She pulled up a short stool and sat down on it, and had me stand facing her.
She said, "My, what a mess! Spread your legs, honey, so I can clean you up!"
She squeezed water out of the sponge. She wiped me clean, scrubbing my bush and pussy lips, concentrating especially on them.
I was just so embarrassed. I started crying but she told me to turn off my tears, that enough fluid had leaked out of me already tonight.
My pussy lips tingled as she washed me between the legs. Her fingers felt strange with those tight rubber gloves covering them.
She washed me very thoroughly. After she washed my pussy lips, she took hold of them and spread them, so she could wash me inside.
I was so red-faced and shamed! I looked away! But Nurse Jones was cool as a cucumber, and acted like she did this sort of thing each and every day.
After she rinsed my pussy, and scrubbed the sticky piss off my thighs, she had me turn around and present my backside to her.
Some of the piss had gone down the crack of my ass, so she had to wash my bottom too, which was even more humiliating than when she washed my pussy.
She made me stand with my feet spread and leaning over so that my fingers touched the floor, while she scrubbed my buttocks with the sponge.
Just as she washed my pussy inside and out, she did the same for my ass. After she scrubbed the buttocks clean, she washed the inside of them.
She spread the cheeks and put the soapy sponge in the crack of my ass. She rubbed it in the cleft and against my rosebud and everything!
When I was all fresh and clean again, she toweled me dry. At last she was done, and she stood up and looked at me with her hands on her hips.
"Whatever am I going to do with you, Caroline?"
"Can't you help me, Nurse Jones, please?! I hate not being able to control myself!"
I started crying like a baby. She hugged me and pulled my head down to her bosom. She patted my head and smoothed down my hair.
"If you can't properly control yourself, Caroline, then you will have to be controlled by someone else-someone like myself.
"But in order to get some results in your case, you'll have to trust me totally and put yourself completely in my hands."
I sniffed and wiped my nose with the back of my hand and blinked away my tears. "I'll do anything that you want, Nurse Jones-anything!"
"I warn you, Caroline, that you may find my methods ... unorthodox."
"I don't care! If you can't help me, nobody can! Please, Nurse Jones!"
She eased my head off her breasts. Her nurse's uniform was wet where I had shed my tears. She took a deep breath.
"For starters, Caroline, it will be necessary for me to impress on the childish part of your mind, the part that persists in bed wetting, that such childish behavior is most unacceptable, and must be punished."
"Punished?" My voice cracked.
"Of course, if you really don't want to be helped, Caroline-"
"No, please, Nurse, I really do want to be helped! I'm sorry!"
She chewed her lip and looked me over. After a moment, I realized that she was staring at my tits. I looked down to see what she saw.
I really got red-faced and hot when I saw that my nipples were stiff and sticking out like cherries on the tips of my tits.
Nurse Jones saw it, too. She said nothing, but she smiled. She made sure that I knew that she knew, by pressing her rubber-gloved finger to my nipple.
"Your case has a lot of different facets to be explored, Caroline. You will require a good deal of special treatment."
She went to her desk at the other side of the infirmary, the part that was an office, with filing cabinets and stuff.
She sat down in her chair, after turning it so that it faced away from the desk. "Come over here, Caroline, and I mean right now!"
I shivered from the change in her voice. She was all business and no nonsense. Why did she have such a strange effect on me?
She had me stand facing her. She took my hands in hers, in those pink rubber gloves, and squeezed them as she spoke.
"I'm going to punish you for your naughty lack of self-control, Caroline ... When was the last time that you were spanked for misbehaving?"
"Spanked?" My voice cracked again. "Oh, gosh, I guess that I haven't been spanked since I was about ten years old!"
"Which is entirely too long."
"My mom and dad don't really believe in spankings."
"Which is surely part of your problem, Caroline ... but as it so happens, I do believe in spankings, especially of such bad girls as you!"
She made me stretch out across her lap. I really felt weak and soft and childish, like I was completely under the control of Nurse Jones.
And I was. Without a word of back talk, I got into the spanking position.
My tits hung down on one side of her thigh. She was lean and wiry and strong. I could feel her strength as she moved me around on her lap.
My nipples were so stiff that they ached with soreness. I really wanted to pinch them hard, but I was afraid to touch myself in front of Nurse Jones.
"It should certainly be no mystery to you as to why you're getting this spanking, Caroline. You know what you've done!"
She spanked me with her hand. That might not seem like much, but she was really strong and had a hard hand that stung like blazes.
She held me pinned down to her lap. I felt all mixed up-it was humiliating to be taken across her lap and hand spanked like a little girl.
But it was also wonderful to be able to be so close to Nurse Jones, to be held and touched by her, even if it was for a spanking.
My bottom got all hot and red. At first it just stung, then it really started to burn and ache, so that I moaned with each new swat.
If she had stopped spanking me, even for a minute, maybe the pain would go away, but she was tireless and just kept on paddling me.
Her palm really whacked my bottom. I think that having those skin-tight rubber gloves on made her hits harder and harder.
I started crying. At first I tried to hold back my tears and take my spanking like a good girl. But I couldn't hold out for long.
My lower lip trembled. My face got all scrunched up from holding back my tears. They were squeezed out of my eyes and ran down my hot face.
Nurse Jones just kept on holding me in place and paddling me with her palm.
Then I started really sobbing. I was choking and gasping and gurgling.
The heat of the spanking sizzled through my bottom. It seemed to soak right through me, and to flow into my pussy, heating it up, too.
Now I was crying like a baby, with loud wails. Good thing that the windows were all shut, otherwise they might have heard me in the campers' cabins.
I felt so good and free in just giving myself up to Nurse Jones and crying. There was this tremendous knot of tension in my tummy.
Suddenly, I started shaking and crying louder than ever. Then the tension snapped inside me and I was all warm and wet and dripping between the legs.
Nurse Jones stopped spanking me. "Caroline! What are you doing, you sordid child? Get off me this minute, you nasty girl!"
I was horrified. I had been so carried away from the spanking, that I had wet myself again, and gotten it all over Nurse Jones!
I wanted to shrivel up and die-I felt about six inches small.
"I see that sterner measures will be called for in your case, Caroline."
INTERVIEW TWO
When Caroline appeared for my second interview of her, she said that she had something to show me.
We were in my private office, where I conduct most of the interviews. Outside the closed door was my receptionist.
Caroline lifter her wide, flaring skirt, bunching it up at her waist, to show me what she wore under it-a pair of rubber pants.
They were similar to bloomers, covering the girl from waist to knees, with the waist and leg openings very tight and leak proof, while the seat and crotch were baggy. Having exhibited this protection against accidents, she put her skirt back down, smoothed it out, lay down on her back on the couch, and resumed her story.
This time I was really in trouble!
Nurse Jones was mad, but icy mad, so that instead of getting hot and angry, she got real cold and stern, which was even scarier.
"I'm not going to bother to clean you up now, Caroline-I'm going to clean you out! This time I'll get right to the bottom of your problem."
She didn't want to hear my tearful apologies, and I didn't blame her.
Since I had really let go and wet myself in the bed, I had been pretty much empty when I wet myself the second time, during the spanking.
But there was a big wet blotch on the front of Nurse Jones' white skirt, a patch of sticky yellow wetness about the size of my palm.
She opened a cupboard under the sink and took out a folded rubber sheet. She spread it out over the examining table.
She ordered me to get on the table. She made me stretch out on my tummy. I was hot and sticky between the legs, and really needed a good cleaning.
And that's what I got, a good cleaning-but not the kind I expected!
My arms were stretched out along my sides. She took hold of them and put my hands on my back, with the wrists crossed.
I didn't blame her at all for being angry, and I would have deserved it if she slapped my silly face until it was red and raw.
I practically hoped she would do something like that because I really deserved it, but she had something different in mind.
She opened the bottom drawer of her desk and rummaged through it. Whatever she was looking for, she didn't find it there.
She opened the closet. She went down on one knee and poked through a bunch of old boxes and stuff, until she found what she wanted.
It was a length of rope, about six feet long, the tough thin rope often used for clotheslines and things like that.
She cut it in half. She took one half and put a loop in it.
"I'm going to put you in restraint, Caroline, so you cannot interfere, interrupt, or otherwise hinder this very special treatment."
"Yes, Nurse Jones," I mumbled. "Nurse Jones, I'm so sorry for what I did!"
"I know you are, dear, but being sorry isn't enough. I want results in this case, and I intend to get them!"
She tied my hands behind my back. She tied the rope snugly, so I couldn't get loose, but not so tightly as to really hurt me.
When she finished tying my hands, she stepped back. "There! And now, before we go any further, I'll have to get out of this wet uniform.
"Wet, thanks to you, Caroline," she added-as if I needed a reminder! I was just crushed with shame, totally crushed!
She took off her uniform. I watched her. I knew that it wasn't nice to stare, but she was so pretty that I couldn't look away.
Under the white uniform, she wore a white bra, garter belt, panties, and stockings. The garter belt and stockings were really wild and caught my eye.
She was so lovely, tall and thin like a fashion model. She had a gorgeous face.
Her tits were smaller than mine. They were the size and shape of pears. She was so thin that all her ribs could be seen out-lined under her soft skin.
"This is messy work," she said, "and I'll be able to operate more freely dressed-or undressed, rather-down to my undies."
"W-what are you going to do to me, Nurse Jones?"
She showed me. She opened a cabinet and took something out of it. At first, I was confused and wasn't sure what it was.
She told me. "I'm going to clean you out but good, Caroline-with an enema! I'm going to empty you out of every drop of waste you have!"
"Oh, Nurse Jones, not that!" I squealed.
"Yes, that-and much more! And just so I won't be bothered by your little-girl tears, I'm going to gag you first-in a very special way."
She went to where I had left my clothes when I got ready for bed. She picked up a pair of my panties and turned them inside out.
The crotch of them was soiled and stained, not badly, but enough to make me moan in pain when she held them under my nose.
"What a bad girl you are, Caroline! You ought to be kept in diapers or rubber pants, instead of panties for you to soil!"
"On the other hand, these panties of yours will serve as a perfect gag! Especially after I make a few adjustments to them!"
She took my panties to the hamper where she had dumped the rubber sheets that I peed on. She rummaged around in the hamper.
She unfolded the sheets, opening them, where there was a big yellow puddle of my piss pooled in the bottom.
She rolled my panties up in a ball and dipped them into the piss. The panties got all wet and soaked up the stuff like a sponge, getting saturated with them.
"Oh no, Nurse Jones, please-you're not going to gag me with that?!"
"Can you think of a more appropriate gag, my little lovely bed wetter?"
The way she talked to me kept changing from minute to minute, second to second, so that one moment she would be real cold and stern, and the next she would be teasing and almost flirting with me.
"Now open up like the good little girl you hope to be, Caroline, so you can take your special gag in your mouth!"
I had to obey her-please don't ask me why. I'm not sure myself. Maybe it was because she was just so sexy and beautiful and got under my skin in a way that boys never had or could.
She had the wet piss-soaked panties all wadded up into a ball. She stuffed it into my mouth. The fumes choked me and brought tears to my eyes.
The soiled panties filled my mouth. To make sure that I wouldn't spit out the gag, she pressed down two pieces of adhesive tape over my mouth.
I lay there with my eyes closed while she got the enema ready. I was too nervous and upset to even watch her.
But I could hear the water running, and also hear when she turned off the taps. The smell of soap flakes was sweet in the air.
The rubber soles of her shoes squeaked as she crossed the floor and came to me. I lifted my head out of my arms and looked up.
If I hadn't had my mouth filled and gagged, I would have told her that there was no way I could take the contents of that bag inside me.
But I was gagged, and that was one of the reasons why-so I wouldn't bother her with my begging and pleading and crying.
I squirmed and gasped and even tried to talk with the gag in my mouth, which was just impossible, of course.
It was a red rubber enema bag and she had filled it with soapy water so that it bulged and strained at the seams.
The bag could hold a quart, but the way it was filled to bursting made me think that there was a lot more than a quart inside it!
I squirmed but she held me down on the table with one hand. I knew how stupid it was to resist-after all, this was all for my own good-wasn't it?
"Caroline, you just relax and take your medicine like a good little girl," Nurse Jones said.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
SUBJECT: Nurse Jones
AGE: Twenty-eight
INTERVIEW ONE
Nurse Jones is a handsome, rather than a merely pretty young woman. Her will and character are too strong for her to have the yielding femininity of prettiness.
The nurse was a star athlete on her high school and college track team, activity which shows even today in her lean, lithe, wiry form.
She is tall, with short dark brown hair cut close to the scalp, a boyish cut she is able to carry off with fine style thanks to the elegant, fine bones of her face. She has a clear-eyed, level, penetrating stare, direct and intelligent.
She has broad shoulders, small firm breasts, a lean torso, narrow hips. Her bottom is rounded with ripe, richly curved buttocks.
Nurse Jones knows what she wants, and goes after it with everything she has.
* * *
What really attracted me to Caroline was the richness of her body. She seemed bewildered, a little girl inhabiting the lush body of a buxom woman.
When she was stretched across the examining table in the infirmary, I had her bound and gagged and on her tummy, in the prone position.
I had stripped down to my undies. I wore a white nylon bra, satin garter belt, stockings, and a pair of white silk panties over the garters.
Ordinarily I wear white pantyhose, for carrying out my workaday duties. But this was no ordinary night, as Caroline has told you.
The girl had a problem. My examination revealed that there was no organic cause for her nocturnal bed wetting.
Physically, she was in fine condition-and more than fine, with her big breasts and her plump bottom which I found so attractive.
Opposites attract, they say, and I find this true in the realm of lust. In body I am almost the complete opposite to a girl like Caroline.
Her round face shows her baby fat. Her face is the most juvenile part of her, and makes her look even younger than she really is.
But her body is delicious. Her breasts are virtually the size of grapefruits, very oversized indeed for a girl of her tender age.
In fact, she is much bigger in the bust than I. I have a pair of high firm breasts which are small with sharply pointed nipples.
I wore the garter belt/stockings/panties combination for the evening. Of course, when Caroline wet on me during the spanking, she furnished me with a pretext for taking off my uniform, and getting closer to my desired goal.
My goal was to possess Caroline totally, with no limits.
She could be had. Some girls will, some won't. A person in my position-a nurse, working around young girls-must be more than discreet.
Caroline showed all the signs of a girl who could be converted. It was obvious to me that the dear girl had a crush on me.
And I was very fond of her, with that fine lushly endowed body of hers. But in any relationship, I must be the dominant partner.
Tonight I would fully establish my dominance over the girl.
It seemed fully established. She had stripped down to the buff at my command. Submissively she had crawled across my lap for her spanking.
She had submitted to having her hands tied behind her back. And she even opened her mouth to receive the urine-soaked panties that I used to gag her.
Now, she would take the enema I had made for her. Her dark brown eyes were wide as they stared at me over the top of her gag.
The bag was full. I set it down on a nearby table and laid out the items I would need for the cleansing session.
Caroline's eyes showed bewilderment at the purpose of the diverse devices I neatly set out on the linen covered instrument tray.
And why not? After all, few teen girls have had enough experience to know what a butt plug is-one of the many items I had set out.
I wanted to sink my teeth into that juicy bottom of hers. A pair of round, pinkly plump buttocks, unblemished, smooth, shining, utterly flawless.
Before I did that, I would sink the rectal nozzle of the enema between her cheeks.
I moved her on the table, getting her to assume the proper enema position, with her body laying on its side, with one leg bent at the knee and touching her chest.
Her pussy and bush were damp and sticky from her earlier accident. Her nipples were erect, betraying her sexual excitement to me.
I said, "First of all, little girl, you must be properly prepared and lubricated for your enema, so I'll grease you up now."
I opened the jar of lubricating jelly. I still wore my rubber gloves. There's a high fetishistic allure to those rubber gloves, especially on bare flesh.
I put my hands on her buttocks, feeling her body heat through the thin rubber. I parted them, my fingers sinking into the bottom flesh.
I spread her cheeks to the side, opening her ass. Her anus was a little pink button of flesh which expanded and contracted when exposed.
Caroline had no trouble with her bowel movements. She was regular and never messed herself. Her problem was in her bed wetting.
But the enema was the perfect device for humiliation and domination of the girl, all done under the disguise of a medical process.
The enema would take Caroline back mentally to the time when she was a very little girl, without control of her bodily functions.
Now, I would control those functions-and from there, it was but a small step to controlling the little lady in all ways pleasing to me.
I smeared a dollop of oily lubricant in her bottom cleft. Through her gag she whimpered when her little pink button was oiled.
Next, the enema nozzle came in for its share of the lubricant, so that it shone with a thick coating of grease.
I had opened the valve and run water through the tubes so as to clear all the air out of it. Caroline would be in enough discomfort, without the added pain of cramps induced by air in the tube lines.
Once more I parted her buttocks, holding them spread with my fingers and exposing her quivering rosebud anus.
As I guided the long, thin, six-inch rectal nozzle between her plump cheeks, I noticed that my own nipples tingled with stiffness.
Caroline shivered. The air conditioning was on, true ... but it was not very efficient, and the room could not be considered cool.
Goose bumps rose up on her smooth pink flesh. I would warm her up ... from the inside-out, at first, with the enema.
I wheeled a portable metal stand to the table and hooked the enema bag to the top branch of it. It would be tiresome for me to stand there holding the bag up for the time it took to fill Caroline with it.
Besides, I wanted to keep my hands free....
I pressed the nozzle tip against the rosebud and opened it and put the nozzle in her. She grunted through her gag.
I slipped it in slowly and teasingly. Her rectum was narrow. She gurgled.
"You're so very tight back here, Caroline. I'll have to stretch the membranes before the enema itself can begin."
I worked the nozzle back and forth, thrusting it slowly and deeply, twirling it as I pushed it in and pulled it out.
I mimicked the thrusting movements of a penis as I pushed the nozzle in her rectum. After a minute or two of this fun, I continued with the enema.
I inserted the nozzle fully and deeply in her rectum. I closed her buttocks. The white tubing rose out of the crack of her buttocks, and spiraled up into the bottom of the bag, a bag filled close to overflowing.
Soon, very soon, Caroline would be filled to overflowing....
The nozzle was lodged more than deep enough so as not to be dislodged by any writhings or squirmings made by the girl.
With her hands tied, she had limited freedom of movement in any case.
"Now just relax, Caroline, and this won't hurt a bit, dear!"
I opened the valve, and the fluid flowed. It gurgled down tube, through nozzle, and into the bowels of the bound and gagged teen girl on my table.
Caroline squeezed her eyes shut and moaned as the waters flowed. She rolled her eyes. Sweat broke out on her red face.
Her moans increased in proportion to the amount of the fluid filling her. The fluid was lukewarm, with soap mixed in.
The smell of the soap flakes was sweet and tingling in the room. There was the whispered rush of the water, and Caroline's ever increasing moans and groans.
She twisted her head to look at me, silent appeal in her eyes. Tenderly I patted her head, smoothing strands of hair from her sweating forehead.
When the bag was emptied of one-third of its contents, Caroline displayed the first signs of strong discomfort.
Her tummy expanded outward, the soft flesh stretching and growing taut as her belly was filled with more and more of the solution.
More water began to flow, this time from her eyes, in the form of tears.
I touched her. I caressed her cheeks (of her face, that is), shoulders, upper arms, while murmuring sweetly soothing words.
By the time the last few drops of solution drained down from an empty, deflated enema bag and into Caroline, the girl was greatly agitated.
She tried to speak through the gag, which rendered all her efforts meaningless. But she did not have to use words to communicate her discomfort.
She had a big pot belly, as her normally trim little tummy was now bloated from the contents of the bag which filled her.
Rumblings and ominous churnings could be heard coming from her tummy. Her eyes were red-rimmed and moist, and tear tracks glistened on her face.
I took the gag off her. It hurt, since the strips of white surgical adhesive tape I had pasted in an X across her mouth came off reluctantly.
The piss-soaked panties were jammed in her mouth. I reached in and drew them out, crossed to the hamper, and deposited the panties in it.
"Nurse Jones-please untie me and let me go to the bathroom! Oh, it hurts so much, and I have to go so badly! Please!"
Caroline's cries went on in this vein for a minute or two, especially after she realized that as yet I had no intention of freeing her.
Instead, I lubricated the butt plug and brought it to her. Caroline was wrapped up in her special pleadings, but at last she took note of the plug.
"Nurse Jones, what is that thing?" Her voice cracked with anxiety. The butt plug must have looked ominous and sinister to her.
"Insurance, Caroline, that's what this is."
"Insurance? Nurse Jones, I don't understand!"
"Insurance that you won't have an accident yet. You've proven to me that you need to be totally controlled, since you have no control over yourself."
"Nurse Jones, aren't you going to let me go to the bathroom?! God, I feel like I'm going to burst, I know I am! Ooooooh!"
"Be quiet, Caroline, and don't make a fuss, or I'll call in some of the counselors to come over and have a look at you!
"Would you like that, Caroline? I'll show them the wet sheets and panties, and you on my table taking your enema-"
"No, please, Nurse Jones, don't do that! I'm sorry!"
"You just hush up and leave things to me, dear."
I spread her buttocks. I held the butt plug poised at the ready with one hand, while with the other, I withdrew the nozzle from her ass.
No sooner had the nozzle been pulled out of her, then I w-edged the wide butt plug's tip into her anus, jamming it in.
"Oh! Owwwww! What's that?!-it hurts! Please, Nurse Jones, it's too big, I can't fit it in me, it hurts-"
"It will fit in you, Caroline. A smaller girl would have no trouble accommodating a much larger plug, so don't make such a fuss."
"But it hurts, Nurse Jones!"
"Listen to me, young lady. The more of a fuss you make, the longer I am going to keep you all plugged up like this.
"If you want to be freed from the table, Caroline, and permitted to void your bowels, you will do just exactly what I tell you.
"I told you that I was going to cure you, Caroline."
She cried, "But you never told me that it would be like this!"
"It was very naughty of you to wet on me during your spanking. That required something really special to teach you a lesson."
"Oh, Nurse Jones!"
Caroline started to cry again. Her red face scrunched up and tears were squeezed from her eyes, to run dribbling down her face.
The butt plug was thick and did stretch her little rosebud, so the wrinkled folds of flesh were entirely stretched smooth.
With the plug w-edged in her, she was like a bottle whose neck has been corked, sealing the enema up inside her.
She was not used to taking enemas, so I would not leave her like this for much more than five minutes.
But in her condition, each minute was an eternity.
She sobbed, "Nurse Jones! Nurse Jones, I'm going to pee on myself! I can't hold it back, I'm not making it up, I swear!"
"Well, then, you just go right ahead and wet on yourself, Caroline. That's why I covered the table with the rubber sheet."
I went to the instrument table and unwrapped an object. It was a vibrator. It was seven inches long, pink, smooth, with a stream-lined shape and bullet head.
It also was waterproof-an important consideration for me at this time-and for Caroline.
I brought it to her. Her eyes widened so that whites showed clear around the hazel irises and the wide, black, goggling pupils which stared in disbelief.
"Oh my God, what's that?! What is that thing?!"
"Something you need, Caroline." I switched it on. It hummed, sounding rather like a cordless electric toothbrush.
Incidentally, some very amusing domination scenes can be done with one of those electric toothbrushes, as for example using a stiff-bristled brush on soft, sensitive, intimate parts of the anatomy, such as nipples, labia, the inner thighs....
But that's another story, and another session. This night, the vibrator would serve its purpose well.
I pushed Caroline from her side to her tummy. Her stiff-nippled breasts were pressed flat against the table, with soft bosom flesh oozing to the sides.
"Open your legs, Caroline ... don't try to fight me, dear. You don't want to do that, my darling, especially now ... open your legs, Caroline.
"Caroline, do I have to tie your legs open so you can't close them?"
"Nurse Jones, I can't open them, I'm having enough trouble keeping from peeing already, and if I open them-"
"Do it, Caroline. Exert more control on the muscles of your vagina, dear."
She opened her legs. Under the moons of her buttocks, which glowed warm and rosily from the spanking I had given them, were her pussy lips.
They were dark pink and soft and fleshy. They quivered. The vibrator hummed.
Caroline shrieked when I touched the humming head of the vibrator to her bottom. She was more startled than in pain-there was nothing painful about the vibrator.
Quite the opposite, in fact. The action of the vibrator could be exquisitely pleasurable, especially when applied to the soft, intimate parts of a woman.
Or of a bound and naked teen girl.
INTERVIEW TWO
Nurse Jones was most amused when I told her how Caroline had displayed her leak proof rubber panties to me in the office.
"She doesn't need them," Nurse Jones said. "I cured her of bed wetting, all right. After all, I wasn't going to permit her to have an accident when she slept in my bed, which was virtually every night that summer."
She went on to remark that the only time that Caroline had accidents now was when she wanted to-in others words, when she deliberately wet herself.
I asked the nurse why Caroline would do that. She replied that Caroline had a strong submissive streak, and had learned to like being punished.
"She wears those rubber panties because she's learned to love the feel of rubber against her pussy-I taught her that.
"But it was very naughty of her to lift her dress in front of a man-the next time she comes to visit me, I'll have to punish her for that."
Nurse Jones continued with her story:
I rubbed the humming vibrator up and down her bottom. The plump pink cheeks, glowing warm and red where I spanked her, rippled under the vibrator.
I moved the vibrator down to her upper thighs. I slid it along her crotch, but only around her pussy, and not on it-yet.
Her plump pink upper thighs, so smooth and soft and warm, jiggled as I massaged them with the vibrator.
Now I zeroed in on the real target. I just brushed the vibrator against her pussy lips, teasing her with the slightest touch.
I did this, making the touch a little stronger and longer each pass. The pussy lips quivered when the vibrator slid over them.
I laid the vibrator lengthwise in the crack of her crotch, with the shaft pressing vertically along her slitted pussy.
"Nurse Jones, please, stop, I can't stand any more of that thing!"
Ignoring her, I pressed the humming pink plastic shaft a bit harder into her. It spread her pussy lips, exposing her pink membranes.
It touched the membranes and buzzed directly against them. Caroline was as hard as a rock, so tight did she hold herself to hold back her urine.
She held herself so stiffly that she shook. She seemed so tense and brittle that she might shatter into a thousand pieces if struck.
I rubbed her pussy with the vibrator. Dark heat rose into her labia. I slid the vibrator up her slit and pressed its tip to her clitoris.
Her clitoris was about the size of a little pearl. I pressed the humming tip to the clitoris and wouldn't move it away.
It was too late for her to close her legs, since the vibrator and my arm holding it were already between those spread legs.
"Oh, no, no, no! Oh God! I can't help myself!"
Caroline climaxed. As she came, she lost control of herself and wet herself. The golden stream dribbled from her quivering pussy lips.
It puddled up in shining yellow pools on the rubber sheet.
I took the vibrator away from her pussy as soon as she started coming. With a brew mixed of lust, submission, humiliation, bondage, and dominance, Caroline was seized with the heaviest orgasm of her young life.
So loudly did she scream as she came, that I hurried to the front of the examining table to clap a rubber gloved hand over her mouth.
"There, there, Caroline, let it all out, don't worry, I won't punish you any more ... tonight ... so just let yourself go, darling."
One hour later, Caroline knelt on the floor at the foot of my bed in my room.
She knelt with her legs folded and her plump bottom resting on the backs of her heels and her hands at her sides.
Her head was submissively bowed and she held her eyes downcast.
In the intervening hour, many things had happened to her. After she had climaxed to the fullest, I quickly cleaned her up, not as much as she needed for real personal hygiene, but a temporary mop-up job, enough to get her to the bathroom.
She was crushed under the weight of an incredibly heavy humiliation. A sweet young thing like Caroline had never done water sports before.
She was especially burdened by the shame of climaxing at the same time that she wet herself ... so she was ready to be molded to my desires.
She was weak from the orgasm, and if it had not been for her urgent need to eliminate, I doubt she would have had the strength to move.
But with the rumbling pressure in her tummy stronger than ever with each passing second, she had to force herself to move.
I did not untie her hands. That made it more awkward to wrestle her off the table and set her bare feet on the floor.
She was doubled over, her face a mask of discomfort. Taking her by one of her bound arms, I conducted her into the bathroom.
After she was unplugged and had voided her bowels, she was weak as a kitten.
I put her in the bathtub and washed her thoroughly. I untied her hands before putting her in the tub, but it was I who washed her.
I stood her up, all pink and naked in the tub, dripping not with piss this time but with good clean soap and water.
I gave her a thorough and thoroughly erotic washing. I used a soft, well-used washcloth which was frothy with soap.
I spent a good deal of time washing her breasts. Her stiff nipples were dark with arousal as they jutted out of masses of frothy white lather.
I stood her up and spread her legs. I scrubbed the insides of her thighs until they were pink and warm and shining.
Before washing her sweet pussy, I turned her around so that her bottom was presented. I soaped up her buttocks and fondled them.
It was a very erotic washing, with those buttocks, oiled with soap, sliding like putty through my rubber gloved hands.
There could be no doubt in the girl's mind as to what I was all about. But after what she had already gone through, Caroline welcomed this kind of tender loving care.
I stood her in profile when I washed her pussy. I soaped it, then fingered it until she was hot and moaning.
While I stroked her slippery, soapy pussy, I slipped my other hand between her buttocks, and forced a soapy finger of my glove into her anus.
Then I fingered her clitoris until she came.
She was rinsed then, and toweled dry. Now we were in my bedroom, and I waited naked in my bed for her, with the sheet up at my neck.
It was past one in the morning, but that was no worry. There would be no camper activities for Caroline tomorrow. I would keep her with me.
"Come to bed, Caroline."
Caroline got up. Her docile face blushed redder and hotter than ever. Her bare feet slapped the floor as she came around the bedside.
She pulled down the sheet and saw my nudity. She stopped and stared for a second, then blushed redder and deeper.
She got into bed, pulling the sheet up to her shoulders. She still was too shamed to look me in the eyes.
All the lights were turned off in the room but one, a tiny lamp on the night table which shed a warm, golden glow.
I kept it on-I wanted to feast my eyes on the loveliness of the girl as I feasted on the sweetness of her body.
"Time for your goodnight kiss, Caroline."
I took her head in my hands. The sheet dropped down to my waist. My nipples were stiff and Caroline stared right straight at them.
I took her head in her hands and rolled her on her back. I pressed my lips against hers as I got on top of her.
Her body was like a soft mattress buoying me up. It was warm and smooth and soft under me, especially compared to my wiry, taut physique.
"Oh, come now, Caroline, what kind of a kiss do you call that? Where I come from, girls kiss with their mouths open when they mean business!"
Caroline closed her eyes and parted her lips. That was the silent signal. I took my mouth off hers, but I did not stop kissing her. I kissed her face and worked my way down her neck, kissing and licking.
As I kissed my way down her, I slid down off her body and on the bed, sliding across her, loving the feeling of my flesh rubbing hers.
I lay partially stretched out on the mattress between her spread legs. My head was at her bosom, with those impressive mounds of flesh.
I took hold of the breasts and squeezed. I pushed them together, rubbing and plumping them up. I kissed each stiff nipple in its turn.
I rained kisses down on the breasts. I sucked a stiff nipple inside my lips and sucked it while I licked it with the tip of my tongue.
I did both her nipples that way. They were coated with saliva. I knelt with my legs folded under me, between her legs.
Caroline was dazed and moaning-moaning for more.
"Caroline, don't you dare have an accident now!"
"I couldn't," she sighed, "I don't think I have a drop left in me!"
But this girl had far from run dry. Her membranes just oozed with the secretions of sexual desire, muskily perfuming her pussy as it lubricated it.
I lowered my head, pressed my face to her pussy and nuzzled it. The pussy lips were full, fleshy, wonderfully soft and warm.
She smelled of sexual musk, which turned me on. I pressed kisses up and down her slit. I wrapped my hands around her wide hips.
I stuck out my tongue and licked her pussy up and down. She moaned and rocked her hips so that she worked her pussy against my lips and tongue.
I slipped my tongue inside her. She gasped and moaned. Her eyes were closed and her stiff-nippled breasts bobbed with her breathing.
Her pussy was tight, hot, succulent. Awash with juices. So tight that her membranes clutched the tongue that I worked back and forth inside it.
Her juices tingled tastily on my tongue. They smeared on my mouth and chin.
I took my tongue out of her pussy and pushed it to her clitoris. I had to hold her hips pinned down on the mattress while I tongued her.
She climaxed heavily. The taste of her was thick in my mouth. I let her rest, but not too long. Then I put her to work for my pleasure.
I sat up in bed with my legs spread. I pointed a commanding finger at my pussy.
I have a neat black bush and a long, thin pussy, with narrow, delicately formed labia, pussy lips which were thinner than Caroline's.
First, I let her kiss my breasts, just to get her mouth working properly, she nuzzled them and looked very hungry indeed.
My nipples were small neat buttons of flesh, now stiff as pebbles. She took one in her mouth and sucked it greedily.
At last I disengaged her mouth from my breast and put it to work somewhere else.
I had her assume the kneeling position between my legs. I sat with my legs raised and bent at the knees.
Leaning forward, I put my hand on the back of her head and pulled it down between my legs. I pressed her face against my pussy.
I was wet and dripping inside my slit, from the combination of activities I had carried out on the nubile, naked body of Caroline.
Now it was her turn to serve, her first time.
She pressed her puckered lips on my pussy, passionately kissing me. She stuck out her tongue and rolled it up and down my sex.
I kept my hand resting on the top of her brunette head, guiding her.
She slopped masses of saliva on my slit. My bush was soaked with it.
"Now, Caroline, stick your tongue inside me and lap up my juices. There's a lot of them, so you keep licking until I tell you otherwise."
She pressed the round tip of her blunt fat tongue against my slit and pushed aside the pussy lips and put her tongue in me.
Her parted lips pressed my pussy lips. She rolled her tongue over the membranes and licked and lapped, working hard.
She swallowed down those juices she had licked from me, juices which were instantly replaced by fresh secretions oozing from the pores of the pink membranes.
I was hot. I slumped back in the pillows propping me up, and pushed my pussy up harder against her face, against her sweetly servile mouth.
I rocked my pussy against her lips and tongue. "Now take your tongue out of me, Caroline, and lick my clitoris, sweet and slow."
She obeyed. At first, she licked too hard, since my clitoris was so very sensitive. Then she slowed down and fell into a gentle lapping rhythm.
I sighed and settled in for a long stay. I moved my hips, rocking them, throwing my pussy up against her mouth.
As she kept on licking, the fires in me burned hotter and higher. "Lick it harder now, dear, harder and faster, Caroline...."
Her head bobbed between my legs. Her soft hair caressed my thighs.
"Harder, Caroline, don't stop now, you little bitch!!!"
I peaked. Her tongue kindled a fire. The flashpoint was my clitoris, which writhed under the loving lash of the licking tongue.
The heat spread outward. A wave of it shimmered through my membranes, flooding my slit with secretions. Fire blossomed upward into my belly.
An ecstatic explosion detonated in my pussy and went right up to my skull.
As I came-heavily-I squeezed my bent legs closed, pressing them against Caroline's head in a tight and powerful grip.
It pressed her face harder into my orgasming pussy, so that she was smothered in my succulent slit while I shook with the climax.
Tension reached a crescendo. Something snapped and I was thrown back to reality, my body going limp with utter sexual satisfaction.
My legs flopped open, knees falling to the sides. Caroline jerked her wet red face from my quivering pussy and gasped for breath.
I sat there hugging myself until I had recovered from the climax. Caroline, very dutiful and humble, silently awaited my next command.
When I finally caught my breath so I could speak, I told her that she had done a fine job, and demonstrated my appreciation with lots of loving kisses.
At last, I slipped out of the embrace and got on my hands and knees on the bed, waving my bottom just under her nose.
Caroline had served and satisfied my pussy with her mouth. Now, my bottom, buttocks and anus and rectum, would be identically served, while I fingered a pussy to the rhythms of her tongue licking my ass.
CONCLUSION
Summer ended, camp was over, but the affair was only beginning. Caroline returned home to her parents' house in the suburbs.
Happily for Caroline and her adult lesbian lover, Nurse Jones lived in the city within a half-hour's bus ride of Caroline's home-thus permitting the girl to visit her lover at least once a week.
CASE HISTORY FIVE
SUBJECT: Patti R.
AGE: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
PATTI-is about five and a half feet tall, has long brown hair worn in a pony tail, brown eyes, and a soft baby face.
A nubile young miss, she has full firm breasts, a lean trim body, a richly rounded bottom, long legs. She is pert, perky, very girlish.
Patti did some growing up fast, thanks to a dominant couple who mastered her and forced her to serve them sexually:
* * *
Mr. and Mrs. Bindle caught me with Jack. They really caught me. My blouse was off and my tits were bare, and I was on my knees.
I was on my knees on the floor of their living room. It was ten o'clock on a Friday night, and I was babysitting the Bindle's six year old daughter.
She was upstairs, fast asleep. Jack-my boyfriend-had come over as soon as she fell asleep. I called him and told him to come over.
How was I supposed to know that the Bindle's would come home early?
I had been looking forward to this job all week. It's so hard for a girl in high school to have any privacy with her boyfriend.
I mean, I was too young to go to a motel, and I sure couldn't entertain my boyfriend at my house or his, with parents home.
It was winter-too-cold for us to go to the woods or in the bushes at the park. And his car didn't have a heater, so that was out.
That's why this job would be perfect. Carly-the daughter-was a little angel who never fussed or gave me trouble.
Jack came over. He parked his car in front of the house, which was stupid, I guess, since it was right there for anyone to see.
Of course, he sure didn't expect the Bindle's to come home when they did, either!
Jack is really cute and oh so fucking dreamy. He's handsome, with blond hair and gray eyes and a great body. He's an athlete, a star of our high school team.
I made sure that Carly was still asleep. She was. So I went down to the living room, where the television was.
He sat on the couch. He put his arm over my shoulder and kissed he. We kissed with mouths open and tongues and everything.
I wore a long sleeved blouse, a skirt, knee socks, and loafers. I wasn't wearing a bra. I don't need to wear one, not really, since my tits are high and firm and don't need the support. I like to go braless.
Mom hates it when I go out without a bra, but I don't care.
Jack and I kissed and made out. He kisses real good and got me real hot. I sat on the couch with my eyes closed.
While he kissed me he touched me. He put his hand on my tits and rubbed them through my blouse, getting me real turned on.
My nipples got hard. They stuck out against the blouse. Jack pinched them and played with them while he kept on kissing me.
He rubbed my thighs through my skirt. As he rubbed them, he lifted the skirt, until he finally had it up at my waist.
He rubbed the bare tops of my thighs. I was all hot and wet. I wore pink bikini panties. He put his hand between my legs.
He rubbed me through the panties. He stopped kissing me, so he could pull up my blouse, pulled it up past the top of my tits.
He felt my bare tits. He kissed them and nibbled on the stiff nipples.
He put his hand between my legs and rubbed me through the panties. The panties were real silky and sexy and were like wearing nothing down there.
My pussy was all wet on the inside. Jack pulled down the front of my panties. He rubbed my bush, then my pussy lips.
I opened my legs real wide so he could rub me. He stroked the pussy lips. They got all hot. I was even hotter inside my slit.
He put his middle finger inside me. It felt really good. He pushed his finger back and forth, in and out, fucking me with it.
While he finger-fucked me, he rubbed his face against my tits. He took my nipple between his lips and chewed on it.
He fingered me until I came. I was all shook up. My pussy lips were all hot and sticky with juices and I felt like I was all melted inside my slit.
He took his finger out of me. It was all wet with my juices. He took my hand and he held it pressed against his crotch.
He was all hard. His thing was stiff and bulged in his jeans. He made me rub it through his pants. It was awfully big.
He got up. He opened his jeans and pulled them down. He pulled down his shorts and his big thick thing flopped out.
I took off my blouse, so I-was bare from the waist up. I figured that we were just starting a long session of loving.
I got on my knees on the floor. Jack rubbed and touched my hair, my face. He took hold of his thing and put it to my lips.
I kissed the head of it. I had done this before for him, especially when I was having my period, so he couldn't fuck my pussy.
I'm on the Pill, so there was no worry about my getting pregnant.
I kissed his penis. He moaned and rubbed it against my face, on my cheeks and chin. It was so long and thick and hot!
He pressed it against my lips. I opened my mouth and took the head inside. I sucked real hard on it. It shook inside my mouth.
He put more of his thing inside my mouth. It was thick and stretched my mouth at the corners, and pressed down on my tongue, squashing it.
He pushed his penis in and out, back and forth. It got hotter and wetter with my spit. Some of it got on my tits.
We were really going at it hot and heavy. I guess that's why we didn't hear the Bindle's come home until they were right on us.
I figured later that they must have seen Jack's car and figured out what was going on. They parked down the street, so we didn't hear them drive up.
They sneaked in the house. I didn't hear the front door open or anything. All I heard was Jack moaning and groaning as he told me how good I was doing it to him.
He was just about ready to come. I could tell from the rough way he was fucking my mouth, and from how hot his thing was on my tongue.
He put his thing in my mouth. The head of it bumped the back of my throat. This time he didn't pull back, so I knew he was going to come.
"PATTI! YOU NASTY GIRL! WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING?!!"
That was Mrs. Bindle, Gail, her name is. I had been sucking so hard that I didn't know she and her husband were there, until she yelled.
I thought I was alone with Jack. I was so surprised and scared that I almost wet myself. Jack was just as much surprised.
Mr. and Mrs. Bindle stood watching us. They're a middle-aged couple. Mr. Bindle is in his forties. She's a few years younger.
He's a big man, going bald, with a smooth thick face. He's broad-shouldered and kind of chunky, with a thick middle.
He wore a suit and tie. Mrs. Bindle was in a fancy gown for the party they were going to. It was a tight red gown, real low cut.
She's real sexy, especially for a lady of her age, a woman of her age I should say 'cause what she did to me proved she was no lady.
But, I mean, my mom's about the same age as Gail Bindle, and my mom is totally different, a typical quiet housewife.
Gail had her hair done up in this fancy hairstyle. She has bright red hair, dyed of course. It was all sprayed and stiff in an upswept curve.
She was all dressed up. Her face had a lot of make-up, real dramatic and Hollywood, with dark brows, thick lashes, and wet red lipstick.
Her gown was fancy and clinging and tight. If you ask me, she was a little too heavy to wear something that tight.
And it was so low cut that I was surprised she didn't catch a cold from exposure. Her big fat tits were hanging out like they were gonna fall out.
It was so tight that you could see her nipples under the fabric and everything.
Well, Jack jumped and so did I. He pulled out of my mouth just as he was coming. I shrieked when he shot come on my face.
I didn't get much on me-most of it shot on the floor. Even as he was coming, Jack pulled up his pants and stuffed his hard-on in his shorts.
My tits were all bare. I covered them with my arms so that at least my nipples would be covered. I had to scramble around for my blouse, which I had tossed away.
Jack pulled up his pants and tried to split, to leave me holding the bag. Nice guy, huh? Jack turned out to be a real heel.
But he didn't get far, not with Mr. Bindle blocking the way. Jack's strong, but Mr. Bindle's a full grown man, and big, and scary looking, too.
"Not so fast! Not so fast!" He blocked Jack from getting out.
I pulled on my blouse. It was backwards and inside-out, but at least my tits were covered. I was so scared, I was shaking.
"So this is what goes on when we leave you alone in the house, Patti!" Gail Bindle shouted at me. "I'm so ashamed of you!"
Mr. Bindle grabbed Jack by the shoulder. "Hey, take it easy!" Jack yelled.
"Don't start any trouble with me, sonny-you don't want to get hurt!"
Mr. Bindle made Jack take out his driver's license from his wallet. Jack didn't want to do it, but he was scared, too, just as much as me.
Mr. Bindle read out Jack's name and address, while his wife copied it down on a piece of paper. Then he gave Jack his wallet and ID.
"I know who you are, and where you live, you little punk!" Mr. Bindle said. "If I ever see you around here again, I'm giving your name to the police!"
He opened the door and told Jack to get out. Jack held his wallet and ran out the door. He didn't say a word to me, he just got out.
Mr. Bindle stood in the door, blocking it with his big body, while Jack got in his car, started it up, and drove away, burning rubber.
"Good riddance to bad rubbish!" He rubbed his hands together. He closed the door and locked it and put the bolt on it.
Then he and his wife came over to me. They both looked real stern and scary.
"Now, what in the world are we going to do with you, Patti?"
Gail Bindle said, "I think that we should tell her parents what their daughter does when she's out of their sight!"
"Please, Mrs. Bindle, don't tell my parents! My folks would kill me if they found out! Oh, you don't have to tell them, do you?!"
We have an obligation to tell them, Patti. We're parents too, and I know that if my daughter was up to this kind of delinquency, I'd want to be told."
"B-bb-bb-bb-but we weren't doing anything bad!"
"We saw what you were doing, Patti," she said. "Since you don't think that there's anything wrong with it, why, then, you won't object to our telling your parents all about it ... since, as you say, you weren't doing anything bad."
Mr. Bindle picked up the phone. "I'll call them up right now."
"Please, please don't! Oh, why do you have to tell them? Please don't!"
Mr. Bindle paused, then said, "Suppose we keep your secret and don't tell them about how you were sucking off your boyfriend on our living room floor-what then?"
"Huh? I don't understand-"
"What are you prepared to offer in return for our keeping your secret? What are you going to give? What can you do to convince Gail and me not to tell?"
Gail came over to me and put her hand on my shoulder. "Why, Patti, you're shaking like a leaf!" And she squeezed and patted my shoulder.
She wore perfume, lots of it, and she stood so close to me that the smell of the perfume made me dizzy, so I couldn't think straight.
"You're a very pretty girl, Patti," she said. She took hold of my pony tail and let it slip through her fingers.
A chill ran down my spine and I shivered.
"We might be able to work out some kind of arrangement, Patti, but of course, dear, that depends on you-on what you're prepared to offer."
Maybe I was stupid, but it wasn't till then that I got the idea of what she and Mr. Bindle were talking about.
I gasped, "You mean-you want me to, to, to-oh, no! I can't believe it!"
"It isn't as if we're demanding anything you can't give, Patti," she said. "Especially after we saw you with your little boyfriend."
"No-no, I couldn't do that! I just couldn't!"
"Suit yourself," Mr. Bindle shrugged. "Gail, what's the number of her parents' phone? I'm going to call them up now."
"Her number is in the address book, dear."
"No!" I said. "No, don't tell! I-I'll do what you want!"
Mr. Bindle hung up the phone and came over to me. He was a head taller and looked so big and scary ... I was just so scared!
He and his wife loomed over me. Compared to them, I felt like a little kid.
"I'm glad that you decided to be sensible, Patti," he said. "After all, you scratch our backs, we'll scratch yours, eh?"
"P-p-p-p-p-please d-d-d-don't hurt me!" I sobbed.
"Hurt you?" Gail Bindle said. "Oh, don't worry, child, we don't want to hurt you-but you really must be punished for your naughtiness."
"Punished?!"
"Oh, yes-a spanking is surely in order for you, at the least."
I had to wait while Gail went upstairs to check on her daughter, to make sure that Carly was still fast asleep, especially after all this commotion.
Mr. Bindle sat down. He held me by the wrist, and made me sit on his lap. My bottom pressed down on his thing and balls.
He held me by the waist. He played with my pony tail. He rubbed my face and shoulders and held me on his lap.
Gail Bindle came back down. "Carly's sleeping like a log, thank goodness!"
Mr. Bindle called her to him. She bent over so he could whisper something in her ear. I knew that it was about me, but I didn't know what they were saying.
"Yes, of course," she said. "I'll go get it." She went out of the room and into the kitchen, where I couldn't see what she was doing.
Mr. Bindle eased me off his lap, but he still held me by the wrist, so I couldn't break away and make a run for it.
"If you're a good girl you won't get much of a spanking," he said. "Just a little bottom warming to get the juices flowing-yours and mine. And Gail's.
"But if you raise a racket and make a fuss, I'll spank you so hard that you won't be able to sit down for a week!"
Gail Bindle came back. She looked real sly and I got all scared.
I said, "What-what are you holding behind your back?!"
"You'll find out, Patti-but first, let's get those clothes off you!"
"NO!" I wailed.
"Yes!" they both said together.
I started to screech for help. Mr. Bindle grabbed me and covered my mouth with his hand, which was so big that he easily muffled me.
He held me. Now I saw what Gail Bindle held-a long length of thin rope.
Mr. Bindle not only covered my mouth, but he held me up in place while his wife pulled my blouse up off my body, head, arms.
"Careful-careful!" Mr. Bindle told her. "Don't rip any of Patti's clothes!"
"I won't," she said, and she didn't, even though I heard the sound of the seams straining as she wrestled the blouse off me.
After she stripped me from the waist up, she stared at my chest. "Will you take a look at that luscious pair of titties!"
"Make a real handful, they do!" Mr. Bindle reached to the front of me and clamped a hand on my left tit and squeezed it.
"Take her skirt off, too," he said. He hooked his arm around the front of me and hugged me so that my arms were pinned to my sides and there was nothing I could do.
She opened my skirt and let it fall off my legs, so I was bare except for my panties. His arm was real thick and strong and hairy and it pressed my tits.
"Take her panties off, too," he said, "we'll use them to gag her!"
"Good idea! That way we won't have to worry about her waking up Carly with her cries-and we'll get a good look at her pussy!"
"I'd love to see that," he leered.
"You'd love to do more than see it," she said.
"That's right-and that's what I'll do, too!"
She pulled my panties off and then I was naked. He lifted me so my feet were off the ground and she knelt and pulled the panties off my feet.
She opened them and pressed the crotch against her nose and sniffed deeply. "Ummm, pretty Patti, I hope you taste as good as you smell!"
Mr. Bindle took his hand off my mouth. I took a deep breath, and when his hand was off, I started to yell my head off Only before I could scream, Gail Bindle stuffed the panties in my mouth. She jammed them in so my mouth was all filled with them.
She used a handkerchief to hold the gag in place. She jammed it between my jaws and she tied it at the back of my head.
Mr. Bindle pulled my arms behind my back. He held them while she tied my hands together. I was so scared I thought that I might faint.
"We'll spank her first, before moving on to-to other, more intimate things," Mr. Bindle said. "Shall I spank her, or will you do the honors?"
"You do it, darling ... I know how you love to spank the asses of naughty, sassy little girls ... and you do it so well."
"And our little miss has a really delectable ass, too."
She said, "In the meantime, I'll get into something more comfortable, and more appropriate for the occasion."
She went out of the room, Mr. Bindle put me over his lap. He groaned when he got a good look at my bare ass.
"What a beauty-like a pair of golden-pink peaches!" He rubbed my bottom and squeezed my ass cheeks and played with them.
"I'll warm up that saucy little bottom of yours, Patti!"
He started spanking me. It stung, but it didn't really hurt. I knew that he was only doing it real light, and not really beating me.
But it was embarrassing and scary, too, since I didn't know if he'd suddenly go all wild on me and really whack me.
My backside got all tingling and hot from the spanking. He held me down on his lap and paddled away at me with his palm.
I was crying, but more from being scared than from the pain, which wasn't too bad, really. My bottom felt like it was really burning.
My head hung down, and I kept my eyes closed while I was spanked. My bare tits rubbed against his thigh, while my pussy rubbed his crotch.
Rubbed it so that he got all stiff and hard ... I felt his thing jumping under me where my weight was pressing down on it.
I squirmed on him and his thing got harder and harder, until it was as stiff as Jack was when I got down on my knees to suck him.
I guessed that Mr. Bindle would make me do the same thing-and what else?
Suddenly, right in the middle of the spanking, there was a real bright flash of light exploding like a bolt of lightning.
There was another, then another. I looked up to see what it was.
Gail Bindle was stripped down to her lingerie and she was taking pictures of me with a flash camera. The flashes of light were from each bulb going off.
Mr. Bindle held me down on his lap, laughing while his wife circled around and too pictures. The flashbulbs dazzled my eyes.
Then she stepped back and put the camera down. I could hardly see from the glare, and colored dots of light floated in front of my eyes.
Mr. Bindle stopped spanking me. His wife stood by us and rested her hand on his shoulder as she looked down on me and my spanked ass.
"Hmmmmmmm-that doesn't look like much of a spanking to me!" she said. She put her hand on my bottom, which was hot and sore and tender.
"Doesn't feel very hot, either," she said. "You must be getting easy in your old age, darling, letting her off this lightly."
"The night is young," he said. "There's plenty of time for more spankings ... I suppose you'd like to try your hand and see what you can do?"
"Yes, dear-only I'll spank her with my paddle, not with the bare hand."
Mr. Bindle said, "Okay, Patti, up you go, off my lap-for now."
He and she helped me off his lap. I looked down between his legs and saw his big fat bulging hard-on pushing out the front of his pants.
He saw what I was looking for. He grinned. He grabbed his crotch and squeezed it. "It's all for you, Patti, darling!"
He and his wife stood me up. My bottom burned. I looked over my shoulder and saw that my cheeks were red. They were really sore.
Gail Bindle said, "I can't wait for those pictures to develop! Photography is one of our great passionsphotos make such wonderful souvenirs of special occasions!
"We have our own darkroom to develop them right here at home, in the basement, Patti. We'll make a few extra prints for you."
"Yes, I know that your little school chums and your parents and teachers will just love to see those pictures of you getting a bare-assed spanking!"
"Why are you shaking your head and moaning, Patti? Are you trying to say that you don't want us to show those pictures to your friends and family?"
"In that case, dear, I suggest that you do everything that we tell you to do. If you're a good girl, we won't give out any pictures," she finished.
He said, "Now that we all understand each other, I think that we can get along without having you gagged, Patti."
"After all, there are so many other, better things to fill your mouth with than a pair of panties. But you keep quiet, or the gag goes back!"
He took the gag out of my mouth. I was close to being hysterical. I begged them never to show the pictures. They promised not to-as long as I obeyed.
Gail Bindle had changed. I had been so shook up by the photos being taken, that I hadn't seen what she was wearing.
It was real sexy and low down. She had taken off her dress and she had on one of those old-fashioned corsets.
It covered her from her tits to her waist. It laced up the back and it was made of black lace and satin. It left her big tits almost naked, and pushed them up.
She had on panties and stocking and high heels, too. She took me over her lap and she spanked me with a paddle.
The paddle was like a ping-pong paddle covered with black leather. It stung a lot more than the hand spanking.
But maybe that was because she was spanking me harder than her husband had. I started to cry from the paddling.
When she finally stopped and took me off her lap, my bottom really burned. It was rosy-red before, but now it was a bright hot red.
My legs were rubbery and my knees were weak. She and her husband held me up.
She said, "Don't cry, pretty little Patti ... here, let me wipe the tears from your eyes. You can't do it yourself, not with your hands tied."
She wiped my tears away. "You're not gonna spank me again, are you?" I asked.
"Not unless you make us do it, Patti," Mr. Bindle said. "Now that you've been punished, it's time for us to kiss those tears away."
His wife held me from behind. Her tits pressed my back. She hugged me, wrapping her arms around me and putting her hands on my tits.
"Look what I have for you, Patti!"
INTERVIEW TWO
As she narrated her account of naked bondage at the hands of her adult captors, Patti seemed to mentally relive the experience.
She closed her eyes, as though seeing, not my office in the afternoon, but the house of the Bindle's on the night of her captivity.
Her face was flushed, with red cheeks. Nerves, muscles, tendons flexed in her face as she described this penetration and that humiliation.
Sweat beaded up on her face, and she tossed her head from side to side in anguish as the ordeal once more became reality to her:
* * *
Gail held me from behind while Mr. Bindle pulled down his pants and shorts and showed me his thing-it was red and hard and looked like it was made of bone.
Just staring at it, I got weak in the knees, and between the legs, too. My pussy quivered on the inside and the outside.
"Oh no ... NO ... NO ... NO ... NO ... NO ... NO ... please, no...."
"Why not, Patti?" Mr. Bindle said. "After all, I'm a big man ... and you're only a little girl ... which is all part of the fun, eh?"
"She is a little thing!" Gail put her hands on my tits.
She put her head onto my shoulder and her hot breath was all over my face.
"Look at these small titties she has," Gail said to her husband.
"I'm looking, all right." He squeezed his thing in his fist. Its head swelled wider and redder as he pulled his penis.
"Pretty Patti, pretty little Patti, pretty little naked Patti," Gail said. "I don't think either of her titties would make much of a mouthful!"
"Let's find out!" Mr. Bindle said. He stepped out of his pants and shorts where they had fallen at his feet on the floor.
He was all naked. Much much bigger than me. He must have weighed about 225 pounds, and I only weigh a little over a hundred, myself.
He was all big and thick, like a gorilla, with big shoulders and thick arms. He had a wide chest and a big beer belly.
He was balding, but his body more than made up for that, 'cause he was covered with black hair all over on his back and his chest and shoulders and belly.
He looked like an ape or a big black bear ... right around his cock and balls the fur was the thickest. And his thing was so big!
"Hold still, Patti," Gail Bindle said, "don't make a fuss, dear! If you fuss, I'll paddle your hot little bottom until you learn to obey!"
She was very strong. When she grabbed me she hugged me, so I could hardly move. She had her hands on my tits. Her tits pressed against my back.
"Here you go honey," she said to her husband. "See if this will fill your mouth, dear. She's a little slip of a thing, as I said!"
Gail Bindle held my right tit and she squeezed it. I sobbed but stood still.
"Let's get that little nipple nice and hard," she said. She pinched my nipple really hard and it hurt so much and I squealed and sobbed.
She gave it an extra twist before she let it go. She pulled it so that it snapped back on my tit. My eyes were all blurred with tears.
My nipple, the one she pinched, was all red and sore and swollen to twice the size of the other one. It throbbed and hurt like crazy.
"I'll do what you want," I cried, "you don't have to hurt me!"
"You just hush up, now, Patti, or we'll gag that pretty mouth," she said.
"Yeah, but not just yet," he said.
"There-that nipple looks a bit larger now," Gail Bindle said. "Here you are, honey, have a mouthful of this fine young tit!"
She held my right tit so that the nipple stuck out. Mr. Bindle leaned down and pressed his head to my chest.
He rubbed his face against my tits. Gail held my tit and he rubbed his lips against the nipple. He kissed it and sucked it.
"This girl is hardly more than a child," he said.
He opened his mouth real wide. First I thought he was making a face, or something. But he was only opening his mouth wide enough to put my tit in it.
He stuffed my tit in his mouth. It was small, and he managed to get it in. He had to cram it around his lips to fit it in his mouth.
Then he had all of it in my mouth and he was sucking it and rubbing it with his tongue. He ran his hands up and down my hips, my thighs.
He pulled his mouth off my tit at last. The whole tit was soaking wet with his spit. My nipple was dark red and stood out firm.
He wanted more-so much more. He said, "Let's see what she's like between the legs, in her little pussy. Open your legs, Patti...."
"No, please, don't-"
"Open your legs, Patti." He put his hand against my thighs and pushed. I opened my legs. Gail held me tighter. Mr. Bindle reached for my pussy.
"Look at how thin and small this bush is, honey," he said to his wife. "Why, she's almost as hairless as a little girl between the legs!"
"She is a little girl, compared to you and me."
He rubbed my bush and stroked it. Then he touched my pussy. I flinched but Gail held on to me good and tight and there was nothing I could do.
"Relax, pretty little Patti," she whispered. She put her mouth up close to my ear and she rubbed my tits as she talked.
"Take it easy, Patti cakes, and we'll make it nice for you, dear." She pinched my nipple and then she licked the inside of my ear.
He poked my pussy lips. He had big thick fingers. He poked and prodded my pussy. He took hold of one of my pussy lips between his thumb and his index finger.
"Let's see what our little lady looks like on the inside," he said.
"Don't hurt me," I whimpered, "please."
"Don't play the innocent little virgin with us, Patti," he laughed. "We know better! Don't forget-we saw you with your little pal!"
He pulled my pussy lip to one side, stretching it, so he could see the pink inside. He rubbed his finger up and down it.
Then he pressed his middle finger against my slit and slipped it in me. His finger was thick and it hurt me when it went it.
"She's really dry in her pussy," he said to his wife.
"Really? I would've thought our paddlings of her would get the juices flowing," Gail said. "Well, we'll get some flowing some anyway, eh, dear?"
"You bet...."
"Put some saliva on your finger to make it go in easier for Patti cakes."
He stuck his finger in his mouth and sucked it until it was all wet and dripping. Then he pressed it back against my pussy and pushed it in.
The spit made it go in easier. It was still real thick and really filled me. He pushed it in all the way, right up to the knuckle.
I squirmed while his wife kept on holding me and rubbing my tits and licking the inside of my ear. She was as horny as he was!
He fucked me with his finger, pushing it in and out. Soon my juices started flowing and I got all wet and hot inside.
"She's dripping now," he said, "what a hot little slut she is!"
"I am not!" I cried.
"You will be when we get through with you," Gail Bindle said.
His finger smeared juices all over my pussy. He took his finger out and held it up. It was all wet and shining.
He asked his wife, "Do you want a taste of her now?"
"Later I'll take my taste of her right straight from the source," she said.
He wiped his finger off on the tops of my tits. "Put her on her knees."
"You heard my husband, Patti girl. Bend down and get on your knees, that's a girl."
She pushed down and I got on my knees. Mr. Bindle-and Gail, too-looked even bigger than they already were, when I looked up from being on my knees.
I was real close to his thing. It was just awfully big. There was a sweaty man smell coming from between his legs.
"Okay, Patti, now I'll show you what a real man is like," he said. "And I'm a lot bigger than that puny little runt of a boyfriend!"
He took hold of his penis and squeezed it. He held it so that the head came out of the top of his fist, all red, wide, swollen.
"Head up, Patti." Gail Bindle stood behind me. She pressed her hands on my cheeks and held my head so that it faced Mr. Bindle's cock.
He rubbed it against my face, against those parts that his wife wasn't holding, I mean ... he rubbed the head on my cheeks and nose and even my eyelids.
"Kiss it, Patti-show me how happy you are to suck it."
I puckered my lips and pressed them against the head and kissed it. I was shaking. I closed my eyes hoping that maybe it wouldn't be so bad that way.
"Take it in your mouth, Patti, open wide!" The cock head pressed my lips. I opened my mouth and he shoved the penis inside of it.
It was thick and stretched my lips at the corners. He pushed forward and he put lots of his cock in my mouth at once.
It was almost too much for me to stand and I started gagging. Gail held my head in place. She grabbed my pony tail and twisted it by the roots.
That made me moan and open my mouth wider. Then he pushed his thing in and out of my mouth, fucking it like it was a pussy.
He was rough, and he really choked me when he shoved it in, so that the head of it went down my throat. Spit was drooling all over my chin.
He grunted as he pumped in and out. His belly brushed the top of my head. He wheezed from breathing hard as he raped my mouth.
"When I come, Patti, you'll swallow it all down, little bitch!"
He was very hot and excited, and it didn't take him long to come. When he did, he stuffed the head of his cock down my throat and kept the whole thing in my mouth.
He pumped his come down my throat. I had to swallow to keep from choking.
I had sucked the husband off-but he and his kinky wife weren't done with me yet. They were just getting started!
CONCLUSION
This concludes Patti's first person account of a babysitter's night of bondage rape-but not the story itself.
In the next case history, Gail, the female half of Patti's dominators, will graphically describe the other degradations committed on the poor girl.
CASE HISTORY SIX
SUBJECT: Gail Bindle
AGE: Forty-four
INTERVIEW ONE
Gail-Mrs. Bindle-is, along with her husband, an unabashed dominant. The husband-and-wife couple team up to rule and master submissive partners.
In virtually all cases, their partners are consenting adults. But, in the case of Patti, the pretty teen babysitter caught with her panties down and her boyfriend in her mouth, fate provided the dominants with an opportunity too good to miss:
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"I-I'll do it!" Patti sobbed. "Now please, please, take these off me!"
We-my husband and I-had moved Patti up to our bedroom, where we could really have our way with her.
My husband put his penis in her mouth and made her suck it until he came. Patti was forced to swallow it all down.
That was a change-when she was with her boyfriend, he had pulled out, just when he was coming, when we surprised him.
The result of that was that Patti caught a face full of come.
But when my husband took her mouth, he made sure that his penis was planted deep in her mouth, so she would get every precious drop.
He was rough with Patti, but hardly brutal. We used just enough force to show her who was the boss. He kept his rod deep in her mouth.
The girl came close to choking a few times, but my husband always pulled back before she could really get sick.
When he came, he put his rod down deep, stuffing it in her throat. I could tell when he came just from watching Patti's face.
It was red and shamed. When he came, her eyes bulged like they would pop out of the sockets. Then she started swallowing hard.
She gulped loudly. Her stomach churned and I knew she had to fight to keep it down. And more semen was pumped down her throat every second.
My husband pushed his rod deep, so that her mouth gripped the base of his shaft, and her nose was lost in his pubic bush.
At last, he stopped shuddering and his come stopped flowing. He gasped, sighed. He patted the top of her head like she was a dog who had done a good trick.
He pulled out of her. His cock head popped out of her lips. There was a look of surprise on her face that was almost comical.
His cock was red, thick, semi-erect. It was covered with semen and saliva.
So was Patti's mouth. She made a face of disgust. She smacked her lips and rolled her tongue around in her mouth as though trying to remove a bad taste.
Come spilled down the sides of her mouth and wet her chin.
It was time to take the girl upstairs. We had plenty of time. We were supposed to come home from the party-the one for which we had hired Patti as a babysitter-quite late, around two or three o'clock in the morning.
Patti had told her parents that she would be here sitting for us until then. By the time my husband finished fucking her mouth, it was only a little after eleven. We had hours left to make use of the girl.
I burned for her myself. I have a real fetish for very young girls. My husband and I are in the S/M scene, and while we do see a submissive girl or young couple every now and then, Patti was a very special treat.
Before we went upstairs, I fitted the girl with a leash.
It was a simple thing, really, just a sliding noose at one end of a length of clothesline rope, fitted snugly but not chokingly around her neck.
Patti got hysterical again-she thought we were psychopaths who planned to hang her, or worse-so, she had to be gagged.
My husband is a big man. He stood Patti up, stooped, and slung her face down over one of his broad shoulders, like she was a sack of potatoes.
He held her so that her upper body and head hung down his back, while her lower body hung down in front. He put his arm on her ass to steady her.
Our bedroom is soundproofed. After all, we do have a young child, and we wouldn't want to disturb her with some of the wild sounds that come from our bedroom.
Patti realized that he only had designs on her precious little body, not her life, the silly goose, so she lost some of her terror.
But some of it came back when she discovered that it was my turn to use her.
She had not liked sucking off my husband, but she liked the idea of sexually serving one of her own sex-namely, me-much less.
The foolish child needed some persuasion-which she got. It had worked well in a very short time, and now she was ready to obey.
I lounged on my bed, sitting with my back against the headboard and my legs extended. I had taken my panties off.
Patti wore them-on her head. While I was naked between the bottom of my corset and the tops of my stockings.
When I had told Patti to kiss and lick my pussy, she had stubbornly refused. Apparently she had not fully accepted her situation yet.
So, we softened her up, my husband and I. Now, Patti stood on the floor at the foot of the bed, stretched face down over the headboard.
The headboard was at waist-height and made of old polished wood, quite solid. The top rail was squared off, rather than rounded.
Patti stood facing the bed's foot. She was bent forward from the waist, with her middle pressing down across the top rail.
It was uncomfortable, having her weight pressing down on those hard square edges, but that was only part of the package of discipline.
Her hands were still tied behind her back, but now her feet were tied, too.
Her legs were spread wide apart. A rope loop circled each of her skinny little ankles, binding her feet to the front bedposts.
The top of the front board at the foot of the bed was about fourteen inches higher than the mattress, so Patti's middle and backside were raised higher than her head, which pressed forehead down on the mattress.
In this position, with her hands tied behind her back, her weight was mostly on her middle, while her front torso was off the bed.
Her head was hooded with a pair of my panties, which I had taken off to expose my pussy and show her just where I wanted her kisses.
But Patti had not been freely forthcoming with her favors, so my husband and I put her through some more punishment to tame her.
Fastened to each of her nipples was a clothespin.
You know the kind-an ordinary wooden clothespin, two wooden sections held tightly together with a small steel spring in their center.
Press down on the handles, and the mouth opens ... as soon as pressure is taken off the handles, the power of the steel spring closes the jaws, clamping then down.
The insides of the jaws of the clothespins had toothed edges, nice and sharp.
When we wrestled Patti into position, we stood on either side of her, holding her down, while we punched and pulled her nipples.
I took hold of a tiny pink nipple between my fingernails and dug them into it as I pinched and pulled and twisted it.
The nipple stiffened. When it was thick and swollen, I stretched it out as far as I could, then clamped the clothespin down to it.
My husband did the same thing to her other nipple, so now Patti had a pair of those wooden clamps attached to the tips of her little titties.
There was more ... after all, we had more than two clothespins.
I stood in back of the girl. She had a delicious little pussy, with a neat sleek dark bush over a pair of delicate pussy lips.
I took hold of one of her thin, petal-soft labia, pulled it out, stretching it, and clipped a clothespin to it.
My husband did the same thing to the other pussy lip. Patti had her gag on, which muffled her squeals. And our bedroom was soundproofed, as I said. We got into the clothespins. Soon they bristled on Patti. I took a pinch of her soft bottom flesh and fastened on a clothespin.
Clothespins were attached to the soft smooth skin of her inner thighs-to the roundness's of her breasts around the nipples.
There must have been an even dozen of those clamps attached to her.
Just to throw her into confusion even more, I had taken off my panties. Ever since we caught her in the act, I had been in a high state of excitement.
My pussy seethed with thick wet juices. While Patti was abused, I had fingered myself through my panties, smearing them with moisture.
I turned my panties inside-out and rubbed their soiled crotch against Patti's face, smearing it with my juices.
Then I pulled the panties down over her head like a hood. They were black panties cut full and wide, rather than in the more abbreviated bikini style.
I pulled the panties down over her face, crotch positioned over her nose so she could smell my scent while she suffered.
We arranged a little signal. When Patti was ready to submit, she must tap her head three times against the mattress.
She gave that signal almost as soon as the first clothespin was clamped on her nipple-but she was already too late.
After we had gone to the trouble of gagging her and bending her over the bed and binding her with her skinny legs open, she would not get out of it so easy.
Patti had the clothespins, that even dozen, attached to her pretty little pink body. Each one jiggled with her squirming.
But squirm as she might, she could not get them loose, not a one of them.
We let her suffer there for five minutes. Then my husband got my vibrator-we keep many sex toys for ourselves and our playmates.
He turned it on and stood behind Patti, pressing the humming head against her thighs and hips and crotch, massaging around the clothespins.
Patti moaned and groaned. The buzzing vibrator slid up and down the insides of her skinny thighs, skirting the wooden pins.
Up the head of the vibrator went, into her pussy. Clothespins dangled from each labia as they were split and spread and nudged apart by the vibrator.
He put it up inside Patti. She was a narrow girl between the legs and the vibrator was w-edged up tight inside her pussy.
The combination of the clothespins and the humming vibrator plunged in her pussy, thrusting and fucking it, overwhelmed the girl.
After a while, my husband took the vibrator out of her sex-only to guide the head of it up against her little pearly clitoris.
Me? I sat there with my legs spread and my hand working on my pussy, fingering it so that I would be hot and wet and dripping for Patti.
My husband massaged her clitoris with the vibrator until she came.
Patti was tamed after her climax. There was no more fight left in her. She stopped shaking and sobbing. Sighing, she collapsed.
She lay draped limply over the top rail of the board at the foot of the bed. At first, we thought that she had passes out from the pure intensity of it.
But her moans bubbled up from her gag, and she twitched and jerked.
Before taking the clothespins off her, I circled the bed and took some pictures. I would fully document this session with Patti.
The photos would serve two purposes-they would serve to control the girl and keep her in line with the threat of exposure, and they would make such delightful souvenirs for us and for our friends.
After taking some pictures, I put the camera aside and my husband and I took off the clothespins, one by one.
The girl's nipples were swollen to twice their normal stiff size. They were a red color so dark it was almost purple.
They were swollen, angry red buttons of flesh on the tips of her breasts, which themselves had gone very white and pale.
Patti almost did faint, when the clothespins were pulled from her nipples.
Her pussy lips, too, were thick and sore and swollen from the clamping. My husband and I had done things which would not leave too many marks.
The redness would fade from her spanked, paddled bottom by the following day, and the signs of the clamps, too, would soon fade.
That way, we would not run the risk of having one of Patti's family members seeing the girl with a marked, whipped ass, or some other telltale sign which would ignite a host of prying, potentially disastrous questions.
Kind as we were (ha ha!) we let the girl catch her breath for a moment.
Then we moved to use her.
INTERVIEW TWO
Patti was tamed. After suffering through the clamping, and the intense combination of orgasmic pleasure and pain from the climax brought about by the vibrator, she was ready to obey, and I-and my man-put ourselves in position.
We left her where she was, standing at the foot of the bed with her legs tied spread open, body leaning bent over from the waist, hands tied behind her back.
I had taken off my panties from her head. When she stopped crying and gasping, I finally took out the gag from her mouth.
While my husband moved in back of her, I sat on the bed in front of her, so that I could take her head in my lap.
She rested the side of her head against my stockinged thighs. Laid out right below her was my naked pussy, smelling thickly aromatic.
She closed her eyes, so she wouldn't have to stare at my pussy. I felt the warmth of her flesh through the nylons sheathing my legs.
Leaning over, I pressed my tits against her head so that her face was enveloped by them, covering her in soft perfumed flesh.
I was very loving to her, and patted her hair and shoulders and told her how foolish she had been to defy us, when she knew she must obey.
I turned her head and I pressed my nipple against her face. The nipple was thick and throbbing and I pressed it against her mouth.
I told her to take it in her mouth and suck it-gently.
She closed her lips on the nipple, and sucked as ordered. A crystal tear leaked out from under her closed eye and clung to the eye lash.
Patti was not given long to relax, however, for after she had sucked nipple for only a moment or two, my husband moved to take possession of her pussy.
He was hard had been stiff as a board ever since we held Patti down and started clipping those clothespins to her softest, most intimate parts.
He stood behind her. His erection was huge. He slapped it down on Patti's ass. It made a dull thwacking sound of flesh hitting flesh.
He held his penis and rubbed its fat knobbed head against her. He rubbed the backs of her thighs, their smooth insides.
The scarlet cock tip moved up to her pussy, where her labia were still dark and swollen and sorely sensitive from the clothespins which had been clamped there.
Patti sobbed when he prodded her pussy with his cock head. I told him to hold his horse cock and wait until my pleasure had been seen to.
After all, he had already come once-in her mouth, downstairs, while I had not even had one orgasm yet. It was my turn.
So, I eased my nipple from her lips and my tit away from her face. I slid my stockinged thighs out from under her and moved on the bed.
I pulled down some pillows. I lay on my back at the foot of the bed, with my legs spread and my high heeled feet braced against the inside of the footboard.
My legs were bent, thighs spread, and my pussy lay just below Patti's red face, so close that her breath rustled warmly through my bush.
She stared at my pussy with dreadful fascination. I piled masses of pillows under my back, raising it up so I could comfortably look down on her.
I put my hand on her head and pulled it down to my steamy pussy.
She choked and made a gurgling sound. I pressed her face down hard and at the same time ground my pussy into it even harder.
I was dripping wet, and my juices smeared all over her face. Her pony tail flailed over my thighs as her head bobbed.
My husband thoughtfully stood at the side, not inserting his swollen horse cock in her just yet, but considerately waiting for me to take my pleasure.
Patti kissed my pussy. Every time that her performance seemed lacking in the proper enthusiasm or ardor, I merely had to mention the clothespins.
That insured that Patti would go back to work on my pleasure with greater effort.
My pussy lips tingled from her artless, inexperienced, exciting kisses. She made little gasping moans the entire time that she went down on me.
I told her to lick my pussy lips. She pressed the tip of her pink pointed tongue to my pussy and licked it up and down.
My pussy lips were already steamy and seething, and when she licked them, they grew red and hot quickly.
I pushed her head down and had her lick me on the inside. Her long skinny tongue slithered in my pussy and squirmed around.
She was lapping my juices and swallowing them and licking. I put her tongue out at last and directed her oral efforts to my clitoris.
She licked the fat button of clitoral flesh. Her head bobbed as she increased her speed faster and faster according to my urgings.
I rocked my hips, bumping and grinding my pussy against her lips and tongue. Suddenly, I climaxed, shuddering and moaning.
Heat waves raced through my pussy into the rest of me. I hugged her fair head with my thick stockinged thighs, pressing her face against my pussy.
I squeezed her head while I came. Then my thighs flopped open and I slumped back.
I would rest, but there was to be no rest for our captive just yet, not with my husband sporting that stiff, proud erection.
He guided it up between her legs and pried open her swollen pussy lips with it and jammed the head of his cock inside her.
Patti squealed and sobbed as he entered her. She was tight and tiny, and he was long and thick. Sobbing, she swore he was too big for her to take.
But take him she must, all of him-what choice did she have, tied down with her legs spread and bound so she could not close them?
He stuffed his cock head up inside her, stretching her. He pressed into her. He crammed his thick shaft into her.
Her pussy lips were stretched to the sides and her membranes were widened. He bucked forward, jamming into her an inch at a time.
He fit the full length of his cock into her at last, so that her swollen pussy lips felt new soreness as they gripped the base of his cock.
He let go of his member and held on to her skinny hips, clapping his big bear-like paws on her narrow flanks and holding on tight.
Then he really rode her and gave her a fucking.
He was a sex machine, tireless as he pumped his swollen penis in her. He was able to delay coming, and go for a long, long time.
As he fucked her he made free with her, feeling and pinching her all over.
So did I ... I reached under her so I could add to her erotic torment by playing with her punished nipples, which were still incredibly sore.
Each time I pulled or pinched a nipple, the girl shuddered, shivering all over, and causing her pussy to go into convulsions.
Needless to say, my husband delighted in those erotic extras. Heat rose in his member until it was a sizzling bar of scarlet flesh.
Then, he came ... he shoved his hips forward, thrusting into her the deepest yet.
Patti squealed. She went rigid, and her head jerked up, and she was wailing and crying and shaking her head from side to side.
My husband came inside her silky little loins, pumping masses of come up into her, while he shook from the force of his own orgasm.
More flashbulbs popped. I took pictures of Patti from the side. Some of them showed both her and my husband, together.
Other pictures were framed by me so that, while they showed Patti's face, my husband's face was out of the picture.
The pictures showed a burly, middle-aged man fucking Patti, but some of them had his head hidden, so that if we needed to use the threat of the pictures to blackmail the girl into silence, she would see that we could expose her without revealing our identities. We had her right where we wanted her-by the short hairs.
Because this was just the beginning for Patti, yes indeed.
Pretty little teen misses like her don't grow on trees, and when one comes along, there's no sense in using her once and throwing her away.
No, we would keep her ... once a week, we would have her come to the house. She would tell her parents that she had been hired to babysit for us.
Instead, she would serve us, and we would take her deeper into docile submission. She would be taught all the slave arts.
We were almost at the end of this night. Soon, we would untie the girl, clean her up and make her presentable, showing no sign of what we had done to her.
Why, one of us would even drive her home, safe and sound, to her parents' house.
And we would tell her the date of the next time that she must serve us as our naked little luscious teen slave girl.
My husband and I were most eager to take possession of Patti once again. Take her not once, but often.
We had only been tantalized with a taste of her sweet young flesh on the first night of the arrangement of dominance and submission.
She was young, fresh, virtually innocent in comparison to a pair of jaded hedonists like ourselves.
There were so many kicks and kinks we wanted to use her for!
We waited until the following weekend, although we could have summoned her to serve any time, as on a week night, for example.
But we wanted to have her on a night when she would have no school the following day, giving us more hours for a longer session.
Besides, we walked a fine line between dominating her too much and not enough.
I knew that as long as we kept our demands on her within reason, and used her perhaps once a week instead of a few times per week, she would be more willing to submit. But if we made too many demands on her life, she might well balk, and tell her parents, creating a huge scandal.
On Tuesday evening I called Patti's home.
Her mother answered. As far as she knew, I was just the nice lady who liked to use Patti for a babysitter. We chatted pleasantly for a minute.
Then Patti came on the phone. The girl's voice was wary and guarded when she learned the identity of the caller.
I told her that we would very much like to use her services on Friday night. In fact, we would insist on it.
I also told her that Friday would be the only time we would need her for this weekend, thus leaving her the rest of the time for herself.
Her voice betrayed her reluctance, but what choice did she have?
None-especially when I made a reference in passing to some delightful photos I wanted to show her when she came over on Friday.
That reference would have sounded innocuous to any other party that might be listening in on the phone during the call.
But Patti and I knew full well the meaning of the reminder of the hold we had over her. She dully agreed to show at the proper time.
Friday night, there she was, right on schedule. Our daughter was fast asleep, and my husband and I were ready to start in on Patti right away.
I took off my robe. I wore a kinky outfit under it, complete with a leather bra which bared my nipples, a midriff cincher, panties, and high black boots.
My husband wore a leather vest and matching pants. His chest was bare.
The first thing we did was undress Patti.
She stood in the center of the living room floor, a look of resignation stamped on her face, as my husband took off her clothes.
He fondled and felt her as he undressed her. He pressed her pert breasts through her blouse. Patti wore no bra under it.
He peeled off the blouse. She kept her hands at her sides and made no attempt to cover her breasts with their pink nipples.
The girl was learning what was expected of her.
Patti wore blue jeans. My husband had her spread her legs. He put his hand between them and rubbed her denim-covered crotch.
He pulled open her pants and took them down. She wore a pair of white cotton panties. It was my turn to step in.
My husband stepped aside, giving up his place at the girl for me. Patti's eyes were astonished as she looked over my kinky outfit.
My leather bra pressed tightly into my bosom, cutting into the pink mounds. Circular holes were cutting the center of the bra cups.
My nipples jutted from the centers of those cups. As I reached for Patti's hips to pull down her panties, my tingling nipples stiffened.
They jutted from the holes like stiff pebbles of throbbing flesh. I pulled down her panties, which fluttered down her long thin legs.
Now she was stripped naked. I confess that my mouth watered and my pussy moistened when I looked at the youngster's thin-lipped pink pussy.
We put her in bondage next. I fastened a black leather slave collar around her neck, buckling it into place.
Her hands were tied in front of her. Patti docilely submitted to the binding.
Next, I clipped one end of a dog leash to a ring on her slave collar.
"You're our little pet, Patti," I said, "so get down on your hands and knees and crawl like the little pet you are!"
I held the other end of the chain, and tugged on the leash to guide her.
"Come along, child," I commanded.
She crawled on hands and knees, across the living room, dining room, kitchen. My husband unlocked the basement door.
I permitted Patti to walk down the stairs on two legs. She paused halfway on the steps when she saw the basement.
It was gotten up like a little dungeon. There were eerie red lights, chains on the walls, a bondage bed and a horse.
Patti was marched downstairs. First she would be put into a bondage harness.
I took the harness down from the wall, while my husband stretched Patti over the top rail of the bondage horse, stretching her face down.
At the bottom of the supporting legs of the horse were cuffs and chains. Patti's spread feet were fettered to the legs of the horse.
When she was secured, I stood in front of her to display and demonstrate the bondage harness which was to be locked onto her.
The harness was made of leather and metal rings and buckles. It had a belt with a leather crotch piece and various leg-straps.
I turned the harness inside-out to show her the interior of the crotch piece.
Patti's stunned eyes widened when she saw the pair of plugs attached to the inside of the crotch piece, two short thick rubber plugs with rounded heads.
Her previous experience alerted Patti to the use of the harness. She could guess where those pair of plugs were going to go.
The dear little girl put up a bit of a fuss, about being locked into the harness. But since she was already in bondage on the horse, she could not resist.
I turned her on while greasing her up. I spread her little cupcake buttocks and exposed the tiny rosebud button of her anus.
My husband, I knew, wanted to fuck her in her hot tight little rectum ... but buggering her was a perverse pleasure we couldn't just rush into.
We had to carefully lay the groundwork for anal sex, by getting her used to the concept that every part of her was open and available to us.
I smeared lubricant in the crack of her ass. I massaged her quivering rosebud and slipped my finger up inside her rectum.
I also applied a bit of lubricant on the inside of her pussy. Then the twin plugs of the bondage harness were thoroughly greased.
Its belt was locked around her skinny waist. She was so slight that we had to pull the belt to its last notch to make it fit.
The shorter, thicker rectal plug was applied first. My husband joined me at Patti's rear, sinking his clutching fingers into her buttocks.
Patti's cheeks were spread open. I pressed the oiled butt plug of the harness against her rosebud and pushed it in.
Patti gurgled and groaned as she was stretched and filled by the plug. Then the vaginal plug was eased into her sweet pussy.
The top of the front of the leather crotch piece was fastened into place. Patti was now locked into the harness, and in bondage on the horse.
Just for laughs, as long as she was in bondage, I fastened a pair of wooden clothespins to her nipples, after first pinching them erect.
Patti was informed that she would not be freed from the harness and the nipple-clamping clothespins until she provided satisfying oral service.
I made use of her first. I stood in front of her head with my panties down and my pussy naked exposed to her mouth.
I took hold of a handful of her hair and pulled her head up. Her face was red and tears brimmed in her suffering eyes.
I rubbed my bush and pussy against her face, grinding my pussy lips into her so that they slid open and smeared her face with my juices.
I made her kiss the pussy all over, then lick it. She trembled as she guided her tongue up and down my honeyed slit.
My crotch seethed with juices. I had her put her tongue inside me. It was slippery and exciting as it probed and served my pussy.
She licked the walls of the pussy. By the time I had her take her tongue out of my slit, her face dripped with my secretions.
She took her tongue out of my pussy, but not off it, since my clitoris was now open to her, and she was required to tongue it to orgasm.
By the time that she made me come with her mouth, her tongue must have ached. But I stepped aside only so my husband could take my place.
He pulled down his leather pants and took out his cock, which was hard. He rubbed it against her face and pressed its head to her lips.
Patti opened her mouth and he fed his penis into it. He pushed it deep, so that she gagged a little when it bumped the back of her throat.
All this time, Patti suffered a great deal of discomfort from the harness which penetrated her fore and aft, and the clothespins clamped to her nipples.
She really concentrated on sucking off my husband and making him come, so she could have the clothespins pulled from her nipples and the harness removed.
He came in her mouth. Patti gurgled as she gulped down his come.
But she was still not yet done. When my husband pulled his penis from her mouth, I took his place in front of her head and face.
I presented my backside to her. I made her first kiss my cheeks, then lick them.
After my ass was warmed up from the licking, I pulled open my cheeks and backed into her, so that her face was w-edged between them.
She had to kiss and lick and suck my asshole. I fingered my pussy to orgasm while she did it, making myself come.
Her tasks done, I unpinned the clothespins from her abused little nipples, while my husband unbuckled the harness and pulled the plugs from her pussy and ass.
But she still remained stretched out in face-down bondage on the horse-with her pussy open and ready for use by my husband's cock, and by my mouth and dildo.
Lovely session, really-for my husband and me!
I sat down and took a breather-while my husband took Patti between the legs.
Her little pink-lipped pussy was all hot and wet-it would have been a sin not to use it! So, my husband made use of it.
He excited his semi-erect penis, stroking it to stiffness by rubbing it against her quivering bottom, so that it became fully erect.
Then he guided it down from her buttocks, down between her legs. He pressed its head against her slit and stuffed it in.
Patti's a youngster, and tight as could be, between her legs. She was lubricated with moisture, but still remained quite tight.
My husband crammed his member inside her, throwing his hips forward, gaining an inch or two with each thrust, corkscrewing his cock in her.
Patti's sweet little squeals sounded in the basement, high and thin and shrill. Then she gasped, moaning deeply as she was deeply penetrated.
My husband caught hold of her thin squirming hips and held them tightly, pressing the girl into the top bar of the horse as he took her.
He took her forcefully, with hard, deep-driving strokes. As I watched the show, I couldn't help but be turned on again.
My mouth watered for a taste of the sweet little teen piece who was our prisoner. It was so fine to know that we owned her.
Once a week, from now on, Patti would come when we called, to take off her clothes and inhibitions and serve the dominant couple who ruled her.
GENERAL CONCLUSION
Kelly and her younger brother Paul remain the sex toys of their incestuous parents. The children have been forced to make love to each other, while their father makes films for the delight of himself and his wife.
Caroline attends high school. Apart from the fact that she had no boyfriends, and does not date, she seems a normal high school student.
But Caroline's classmates do not know about the girl's once-weekly visits to her lesbian mistress, Nurse Jones.
Nurse Jones intends on introducing the youngster to her circle of like-minded lesbian lovers, so they too can make use of the docile new recruit, Caroline.
Patti the punished babysitter is a sex slave. From an ordinary, if somewhat loose-moraled pretty girl, she has been transformed by her adult masters, Mr. and Mrs. Bindle, into a kinky sex slave who has learned to love her degradation, and looks forward to being loaned to other dominant couples and singles to enhance her slave's training and education.
And you, readers-what of your own daughters, so young and sweet and seemingly innocent, hmmmmmm?
