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   "Child" Wife

   (Ageplay rom reluc spank)

   Written by cc



   Most of the day she acts normally.  No one would be able to tell, unless
they listened carefully to the things she says to me, and the tone of voice
she uses.  They might seem a little...child-like, perhaps.  But then, so
many young women are immature these days, they might not even notice.

   If they noticed her manner of dress, they might wonder at the pattern:
mostly jumpers, sailor suits, short plaid skirts with sheer white blouses
over lacy bras.  Saddle shoes or loafers, and knee socks.  If they were
able to see her panties, they would really be surprised!  Always cotton,
lacy trim, with little hearts, teddy bears, or flowers on them, even
cartoons, sometimes (Cinderella, Jasmine, or Ariel, maybe; no Taz or Power
Rangers, that's for sure!).

   You see, no matter how old she is in "bio-years", my wife will always be
ten years old to me.  And although we're legally married, she will always
be my little "daughter", and I'm her "Daddy".  We went through some rough
times, when my...predilection was first revealed, but she wisely decided to
try and satisfy it as best she could, and hope that helped to keep me on
"the straight and narrow", as it were.  And boy, did it ever work out fine!

   On a typical evening, after the kids are down, I'll be lying on the sofa
in our family room, two floors away from the kids' bedrooms, with a
monitoring system in place to let us know if they awaken.  She'll come
trudging into the room, looking downcast.  She'll be dressed in a baby-doll
nightshirt, all frills and lacy, very sheer, with nothing on underneath. 
Or perhaps a soft pair of pajamas, with hearts or bears on them.  Her hair
will be in a blue, little-girl's bow, or perhaps a barrette.  Bunny
slippers on her feet complete the outfit.

   A typical exchange:

   "Come here, young lady!" I growl.  She shuffles over to my side. 
"You've been very naughty today, haven't you?" I inquire.  She just nods,
glumly.  "Speak up, little missy, I can't hear you!" I command, punctuating
it with a smack to the front of her bare thighs.

   "OH!" she gasps, and, "Yes, Daddy, I've been naughty!" she adds.

   "And naughty girls should be punished, shouldn't they, young lady?" I
ask rhetorically.

   "Oh, yes Daddy, I know, but Oh, please, Daddy, must I be punished?!" she
pleads, fetchingly.  But to no avail.  I tip her unceremoniously over my
lap, toss up the hem of her nightie, and express astonishment.

   "Young lady!  Where are your panties?!  You should be ashamed to have
your bottom so bare.  You really need a spanking!" And with that I commence
to rain smack after open-handed smack on her buttocks, alternating cheeks,
and frequently aiming for the groove between them, almost spanking her on
her anus, as she wails and sobs.  After her bottom is suitably reddened, I
slow down, and gently rub her bottom, often pulling the cheeks apart so she
can feel the cool air on her little bottomflower.  She gasps and moans
softly.

   I push her off my lap and command her to stand up.  She rubs her nose
and her bottom, snuffling.  "You're not done with your punishment yet,
young lady!" I bark.  "Take off that nightgown this instant!"

   She dithers.  "Oh, but Daddy, please!  Do I haveta?  Then I'll be
all...naked!  It'll be so `barassing!"

   "Right now, young lady!" I reply, with a smack on her bottom.  "You
should have thought of that before you misbehaved!" Reluctantly she pulls
the nightie up and over her head.  In my mind's eye she is heartbreakingly
slender, hips just beginning to think about flaring, breasts no more than
buds, nipples barely breaking the plane of her chest.  Her girlcleft nearly
matches my imagination: smooth, unfledged, shyly peeping from between her
thighs, as she writhes a bit in embarrassment at my avid gaze.

   "I think it will be the riding crop, tonite, little missy," I announce.

   "Oh, Daddy, but please, please, please!" she begs, piteously.  But I am
determined.  I circle her, slapping the crop's end into my palm, ominously.
Suddenly I flash it out, smacking the back of her thighs as she jumps and
yelps.  I whip her with the crop until the backs of her thighs are suitably
reddened.  As I do so I rest my left hand on her shoulder, then slide it
down, almost casually, then seize her left breast, pinching and twisting
her tender nipple.  She writhes prettily in reaction.

   I swing around, circling my hand from her breast to her bottom, seizing
her recently-spanked cheeks in a firm grasp, as I bring the crop down
sharply across the front of her bare thighs.  She cries out repeatedly as I
discipline her.

   After a bit of that I pause, looking her up and down.  She shivers and
sniffles, waiting.  I tenderly kiss her forehead and hug her a bit, as she
presses against me.  "You're so precious and pretty, little one.  But
you're getting bigger, aren't you!  I think you may be ready for Big Girl's
punishment tonite."

   "Oh, but Daddy, please!  Big Girl's punishment??!!  But that means I
haveta be whipped on my...my..." she trails off, not wanting to finish the
thought.

   "That's right, young lady, and right now!" With that I bring the crop
down sharply across her breasts with a smack!  She wails and sobs as I
repeatedly whip her top, reddening her little-girl breasts, her nipples
becoming erect from the stimulation.

   "You know what I think you need, little one?  I think you need a bra and
panties whipping," I opine solemnly.

   "Wh-what's th-that?" she inquires, nervously twisting her hands together
and fidgeting.

   "That's where I use this," I said, holding up the crop, "To make it look
like you have on a bra and panties, but it's really just your hide being
tanned from your punishment!" She gapes in astonishment at this, and then
begs and pleads.

   "Oh, Daddy, please, do I have to have a bra and panties whipping??!! 
Oh, Daddy, it's gonna sting so much on my little nipples and cleft!  Oh,
Daddy, please!"

   WHAP!  goes the crop on her breasts again, and "AAAA!" cries out my
little child-wife.  Her moans and cries fill the air as I redden her little
breasts completely, not neglecting the undersides and lateral surfaces. 
Then I shift my aim to her bottom, fading but still reddened from her
spanking, and bring the flush back to her "cheeks" with the crop, as she
dances from foot to foot.

   Shifting to her front, without mercy I swing the crop back and forth
across her mons as she wails and sobs.  I order her to spread her little
legs, and she obeys after a sharp smack to her breasts convinces her that I
mean business.  Then I complete her "bra and panties" by thoroughly
reddening her cleft and anus with the crop.  By now she is sobbing
convulsively, the tears running down her little cheeks.

   I stop, finally, and sit down on the couch, pulling her down onto my
lap. She clings to me, staining my shirt with her tears as she sniffles. 
My rod, fully swollen, is pressing into her little groove.  She shifts a
little uncomfortably, and asks, "Daddy, what's that lump in your pants
pressing on my bottom?"

   "That's Daddy's punishment rod, honey," I respond.

   "Y- your p-punishment rod?!" she inquires, nervously.  "Are you going to
p-punish me with it?"

   "Yes, baby doll, I am."

   "Are you going to...whip me with it?" she asks, her little face screwed
up as she tries to imagine how I would do that.

   "No, honey, Daddies use their punishment rods to punish their little
girls by raping them in their little anuses and girlclefts when they've
been naughty.  And you've been very naughty, so it's time for you to be
raped," I announce.

   Without further talk I put her on the couch in knee-chest position.  She
is too astonished and stunned to speak.  I lubricate her rosebud, and
suddenly pierce, penetrate, and probe her tender, delicate anus.  With the
other hand I seize her clitoris, kneading and working it.  She moans and
writhes in preteen passion.  Soon she is obviously nearing climax, so I
withdraw my hand and spank her a few times sharply on her anus and cleft.
She bucks and sobs, nearly screaming as she comes.  Even before she has
sobbed out the last of her little-girl orgasm, I position my rod at her
rosebud, and thrust deep, raping her in her anus.  She screams, "OH, DADDY,
YOU'RE RAPING ME!  YOU'RE RAPING MY ANUS!  OHDADDYPLEASEI'LLBEGOOD!  OH,
DADDY, YOU'RE STRETCHING MY LITTLE ANUS!" The scene is so intense, in
practically no time I'm emptying my seed into her rectum as she cries out
rhythmically with each thrust.  We collapse on the couch together, me still
buried inside of her, as she sobs out the last of her come in my arms.

   After a while I withdraw.  "We need to get you cleaned up, young lady,
you're a mess!" I say, and propel her, with a swat to her naked bottom, to
the shower we had installed off the family room.  In the shower I clean her
well, scrubbing her nipples, anus, cleft, and clitoris with a rough terry
washcloth.  She squirms away from my ministrations, so I sternly order her,
"Hold still, young lady!" and press her front against the cold tile.  I
spank her wet thighs, bottom, anus, and cleft, as she sobs, "Oh, Daddy,
please, I'll hold still!  Please, Daddy, please!" Finally I release her,
and resume her cleaning.  This time she shivers and moans, but holds still
as I scrub her intimate parts.  Out of the shower, I devote similar
attention to her as I towel her off with an equally rough towel.  Again I
swat her on the bottom as I send her back to the couch.

   I lay her naked, supine, knees spread on the couch.  She blushes to
think that, as an unfledged preteen girl, she is so exposed to my gaze. 
But all thought is soon driven from her as I bring the crop down full upon
her cleft and clitoris, SMACK!  "OOOOOO!" cries my sweet little girl,
giving voice repeatedly as I whip her again and again.  Soon I am fully
ready.  I cover her slender body with mine, and unceremoniously thrust my
rampant rod deep into her girlcleft, raping her to her cervix with one
stroke.  "AAAAAAH!" she screams, and "OH, DADDY!  YOU'RE RAPING ME!  YOU
RAPED MY LITTLE MAIDENHEAD FROM ME!  OH, DADDY, PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE!" She
continues to cry out, rhythmically, as I rape her in earnest: long, hard,
quick thrusts, pinning her to the couch, bringing her quickly to a bucking,
writhing, screaming orgasm.  I force her to endure more intimate punishment
as I continue to rape her vigorously for a few more minutes while she moans
and sobs before I finally deign to empty myself inside her abused unfledged
girlcleft.

   We collapse together on the couch in each other's arms, long, sweet,
passionate kisses.  I can't begin to tell you how much I cherish her, and
appreciate the gift she gives me nearly every day.

   ***Sigh***

   by cc

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