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   Please do not take me home even if I ask



   Her name was Diane ,as she looked back on her life she could not help
but wonder how she had gotten herself into the situation she now found
herself in, oh!  at the time she decided to do it, the idea seemed so
wonderfully erotic.  But now, that it was really happening it did not seem
like such a good idea.

   She wasn't sure where she was.  Although she was nude ,wearing only
black stockings garter belt and green 4" high heels she had a blindfold
covering her eyes, her hands were tied over her head with soft leather
cuffs.  Similar devices were on her ankles that did not allow her to move
her legs together she could turn in either direction slightly but if
someone took her shoes she would barely be able to touch the ground, even
on her tip toes.

   The whole thing was topped off with a loose fitting black velvet hood
the likes of which allowed her to breath and hear, but in no way could she
see.  As she waited to be used in the way she had long fantasized about,
her thoughts drifted back to her early childhood.  She was a very pretty
girl with red hair and green eyes she had started developing quite early
and could remember playing with herself as a young girl, the touching, the
wonderful feelings the wetness and not knowing why.  The time her mother
caught her doing it!  and scolding her, saying nice girls don't do that,
and later doing it again much slower so as to keep the bed from moving and
make as little noise as possible.  So that she would not get caught again,
wondering why something that felt so good could be so bad.

   The time she had stumbled across some of her dads porn pocket books and
with youthful excitement, was not able to put them down as she read page
after page, about nude helpless women that were bound gagged and wearing
blindfolds, the situations they found themselves in, where they had gone
and what they had done that had caused them to end up in such a terrible
uncompromising position.  The arousal, wetness and feelings that followed
the reading of these delicious stories always seemed so right.

   She thought about how her dad had spanked her when she had been bad, he
had done it in front of the neighbor boys.  At first she hated it and was
so embarrassed.  Wondering why, after the hurt went away she was always so
wet and with such tingling goose bump feelings in her pubic area.

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   This paddling happened to her quite often to the delight of the boys,
who were really to young to understand the true meaning of what was really
happening, she got to where she did bad things on purpose so that her dad
would have to paddle her in front of them, he usually did it with his hand
but when she was really bad he would use a leather belt the likes of which
brought real tears to her eyes.

   He continued to do this to her long after her 13th birthday as a fully
developed young girl.  He would grab her turn her over his knee, hold her
hands behind her back , lift up her skirt, pull down her white cotton
panties and proceed to paddle the dickens out of her round pink bottom
until it was bright red!.  Diane would yelp squeal and cry with mock
indignation and embarrassment .  He once did it in front of her very first
boyfriend and from where the boy was standing, had afforded him a perfect
view of her beautiful bare posterior, the thin growth of red pubic hair
that barely covered her cunt lips leaving her stimulated clitoris sticking
out quite noticeably.  Especially after she had just been paddled.  Her
boyfriend had told her later that even at this young age he had gotten
quite hard.

   Her body had always responded to any kind of sensual thoughts or
touching of her private parts, she had always wondered why she, had
developed at such an early age and why her nipples were shaped so
differently, the tips were long and hard but the rest of her breasts were
large but quite soft and shapely.  The other thing about them that was so
unusual, was that the nipples did not point straight ahead they pointed up
,and noticeably out to each side.  This was so very different from all the
other girls she knew.

   But her real treasure and source of her most inner secret and erotic
feelings was her lower triangle.  Along with having very little pubic hair
it was so thin almost as if this area had never fully developed , in
contrast to her long full and mature cunt lips.  This was topped off with a
clitoris that was not only larger than most other girls, it stuck out
noticeably, and with little stimulation would turn darker pink, swell up,
and stick out even farther.

   This was also the reason why her mom started ordering special white
cotton panties for Diane, it was because of the wetness, regular ones did
not seem to work well, she had gotten to the point where she did not like
wearing them as all!  2

   Her mother did not like the idea of her young attractive and precocious
daughter running around the neighborhood with no panties, and just thinking
that she had some sort of over active female gland problem.  This of course
was true, not realizing that her daughters over sensitive clit coupled with
her erotic thoughts was the actual source of the problem.



   Thus requiring cotton panties the kind that had extra material sewn into
the front lower part to help soak up the added moisture her daughter seemed
to have in great quantity and which also keep her daughter from being
embarrassed when out in public.



   As Diane got older she again took to not wearing any panties, it wasn't
that she disliked wearing the silk type bikini panties, that most of the
other girls wore, but when wet they became sticky and uncomfortable, it was
just easier to not wear them at all.  Further she discovered that this
wetness ,coupled with her natural body oder seemed to mix creating an
unusually pleasant aroma that would attract boys as well as some girls. 
Later she had lots of fun using it on older men much to her erotic
amusement, it acted much like the special perfume her husband had later
bought for her.  Over the next few years she tired of this game as her real
interest turned to her overpowering urge to be helpless submissive and
sexually abused.

   She was shaken out of her sensual thoughts by voices, female voices
which briefly brought her back to the reality of where she was.

   Her thoughts again drifted back to when she was 15, she was dating a boy
who was much older at 19, his father and her father were in business
together.  The circumstances of this placed them together more often than
not.  She learned later that her father knew they had been petting, and had
essentially told the boy you can do what ever you want to her, but if you
knock her up you have to marry her.  As her father was only concerned about
himself and irresponsible, plus no longer wanting the burden of raising a
young daughter.

   This, had given her boyfriend the go ahead to do pretty much what ever
he liked!  They were there, in his house by themselves on numerous
occasions, the results allowed them to indulge in their favorite pastime of
petting, squeezing, fondling and the like, she was so young ,shapely and
naive.

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