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 Sara and Me (M/g spank 'incest' reluc)

   Written by cc



   SMACKK!  My hard hand spanked my little girl directly on her cleft, and
she cried out, "AAAH!" My other hand

   insinuated between the cheeks of her bottom and pierced, penetrated, and
probed her anus, as I continued to punish her

   tender sex.  She moaned, and writhed, clearly nearing climax.  Noticing
this, I pushed her back onto the bed, and,

   positioning my rod at her unfledged cleft lips, I thrust deeply into her
virgin girlhood.  She nearly screamed, crying out,

   "Oh, Daddy, you're raping me!  You're taking my maidenhead!  Oh, DADDY!
AAAAAH!" In a few strokes she was coming, her little

   hips pushing up almost against her will to better receive the
punishment- rape.  Even after she was spent I continued to

   rape her abused cleft for a few more minutes as she trembled and
whimpered, until I finally deigned to empty myself at her

   cervix.  Then I collapsed over her, covering her little body with mine.

   After a few minutes she pushed me halfway off and sat up, saying, "Wow,
that was something!  But we're gonna have to

   be more careful, Hon; we're gonna wake up the baby!" I just grinned at
my wife.  I knew her too well by now; quiet wasn't on

   the agenda when we played "Daddy's little girl gets punished"!

   Our relationship was so fine; little was I to know that it would end so
prematurely and sadly, yet even so have

   such a wonderful silver lining...

   We actually had no children ourselves; the "baby" was her 5-year-old
niece, her sister's child.  The sister birthed

   her out-of-wedlock, the father nowhere to be found, and then fairly
promptly died a drug- associated death to no one's

   surprise, leaving the baby with my wife-to-be.  I'm sure much of what
attracted her to me was my willingness to take on an

   "instant family" and be a father to her little niece.  Nearly everyone
we met, at church or store or wherever, assumed she

   was my own child.

   Meanwhile my wife and I developed our game of "Daddy and daughter",
cranking our sex life into overdrive!  At the

   same time she seemed to have no problem with me in the role of "Daddy"
for her little niece.  She encouraged me to take part

   in her care, including bathing and discipline.  Little Sara got a
paddling pretty frequently, being a normal, active child.

   Whenever I was home my wife expected me to "take a hand", literally!  If
she could tell how hard it made me, having pretty

   Sara over my knee, my hand reddening her little bottom, or washing and
drying her sweet little body, she never let on.  Of

   course she never even came close to encouraging any action beyond that,
nor was I about to try anything, since we didn't

   live in a country that allowed either polygamy or underage marriage.

   But all this changed quite suddenly when my wife died in a car wreck,
just miles from our house.  I was home with

   Sara at the time.  I won't go into the details of the grief, the
questions from Sara, the recovery period.  They don't bear

   remembering.

   I wondered if there would be any problems about Sara staying with me,
but I said nothing to anyone else, and no one

   said anything to me.  She had no other relatives closer than a second
cousin, as far as I knew, and no one else had taken an

   interest in her.  She looked on me as her daddy, anyway.

   By the time I started taking an interest in life again, she was around
7, and cute as a button.  I became aware of a

   few minor but troublesome behavior patterns that had set in.  Nothing
really serious, but it was time to reestablish

   discipline.  I had been remiss, wallowing in my grief.  I had to put a
stop to it, so I "took her in hand".

   "Sara!" I called her to me one evening after a day of occasional minor
mischief.  She came, but in a dilatory

   fashion that was not appropriate obedience at all, at all!  I grabbed
her arm as she came in range and pulled her right down

   over my lap.  I tossed up her dress and pulled her panties down to her
knees.  "Young lady," I lectured, "you've been out of

   line for a while, and it's high time I put a stop to it.  This is just
the beginning!"

   With that I commenced to give her a brisk, business-like spanking,
bringing cries to her lips and tears to her eyes

   before I was done.  After it was over I rubbed her bottom for a while,
soothingly, then gave her a big hug, enjoying the

   feel of her clinging to me, staining my shirt with her tears, but
clearly accepting, even forgiving me for punishing her.

   It seemed to improve her behavior for a while, too, not that there was
that much to improve on to begin with.  She really

   was a good little girl; she just got carried away sometimes.

   As time went on I continued to punish her frequently.  Soon it was
nearly every day.  I varied it a bit; a spanking

   here, a switching on her thighs there, occasionally my belt on her
thighs and bottom.  I really didn't punish her hard,

   never leaving more than a faint red mark that faded slowly.  Sometimes I
almost suspected that she purposefully misbehaved

   in some way, so as to earn herself a spanking.  And I always finished up
by rubbing wherever I punished her.  Naturally I was

   stiff as a board by the time I let her up!

   At ten, she had developed into a stunning preteen.  Long, silky hair,
the face of an angel, and a body that was

   heartbreakingly slender, barely flaring at the hips, nipples only
slightly larger than they were at seven.  She was

   completely adorable.  Sweet and smart, fun to be around, she really gave
me no trouble at all with her schoolwork (she was

   homeschooled), going to church, or cleaning up her room.

   I still managed to find some excuse or other to punish her almost daily.
It was around that time that her

   punishments began to...migrate.  I found myself using the belt on her
more and more, purposefully angling it so that the end

   snapped against her anus or girlcleft.  Like I said, I never whipped her
hard, but her response to her punishment began to

   be very stimulating to me.  She would tremble, and moan, and seem to
push her little bottom out to receive my hand, or tilt

   her slender pelvis forward for the belt on her vulva.

   After a while I made no pretense of punishing her sexually "by
accident". After a typical bare bottom spanking, I

   would often order her to strip naked, and stand up with her legs apart,
giving her a half-playful smack on her bottom to

   motivate her.  Then I would punish her with various implements: hand,
belt, a wooden spoon on her little cleft; occasionally

   even a riding crop across her nipples.  When I rubbed her afterwards, my
hands meandered from her bottom and thighs to her

   chest, pinching and tweaking her nipples and breast buds, then pressing
insistently against her bottomflower and girlcleft,

   as her breath came ragged and short.  I don't think she ever actually
came during her "punishments", but she seemed close to

   it.

   You wouldn't believe the temptation I was under to simply rape her and
be done with it, or at least use her mouth

   to relieve myself.  But, as bad as my actions may have been, I didn't
want to go over that line.  I could always fool myself

   into thinking that what I did to her could somehow be legitimate
punishment, even though at some level I knew it wasn't.

   Still, something had to give.

   I guess subconsciously I was testing the waters.  At any rate, I began
to mention to Sara that I was thinking about

   getting married again.  Of course I had no one in particular in mind,
and if she'd thought about it, she should have known

   that nothing like that would happen anytime soon.  I hadn't even had a
date since her aunt had died.

   I suppose it was predictable.  "Daddy," she asked one night, right after
I had given her a quick spanking before

   bed, "Why do you want to get married again?"

   "Well, punkin, it's kinda hard to explain.  But a man sort of needs a
wife around, to help him and keep him company

   and stuff," I replied.

   "But you've got me around!" she proclaimed, indignantly, "And I can help
out a lot!  Don't you like having me

   around?" she added, mournfully (and manipulatively!).

   "A brat like you?  Why should I like that?" I responded, winking, and
grabbed her and tickled her until she lay

   sprawling on the floor, giggling.  I flopped down beside her and we lay
there together for a while, with an occasional

   tickle and giggle thrown in.

   Suddenly she popped up on her elbows, looked at me seriously, and said,
"I'll be your wife!  You don't need anybody

   else!"

   Well!  With an opening like that, how could I resist?!  But I wanted her
to think about this carefully, to be aware

   of the significance.  "Honeypie," I said solemnly, "Do you really know
what that means?"

   She looked at the floor for a moment.  Then she looked up at me shyly
and said softly, "It means you get to rape me,

   doesn't it?"

   The question hung in the air between us, revolving lazily.  My head
buzzed.  I could barely breathe.  Vertigo, and a

   sudden jolt of...joy pierced me, so sharp it almost was nauseating. 
"Yes, it does," I finally managed to croak.

   I think she might have mistaken my pallor, sweat, and unsteadiness as
displeasure.  She got up slowly and said, "I

   know, but you don't want me cuz I'm so little and not sexy like big
girls." She turned and trudged off towards her room.

   I've never been a sprinter, but I think I could have beaten any Olympic
champion from the floor to her side that

   day!  I took her in my arms and held her for a while.  Then I looked
into her sweet, trusting, sad eyes, and poured out my

   heart to her.  How I loved her, and wanted to cherish her and be with
her always.  How I desired her sweet little body.  How

   there was no one else in the world I would rather marry than her.  The
look on her face was worth more than all the jewels

   in the world, as she flung herself into my arms in a fierce embrace
while I buried my face in her hair.

   She pulled back for a moment and looked up at me.  "You'll still punish
me when we're married, won't you?" she

   asked, astonishing me again.  I pushed the haze out of my head long
enough to acknowledge that, yes indeed, I would punish

   her after we were married!  Then ensued more hugging, and tender little
kisses.

   After a while I whispered in her ear, "You know you've been a naughty
girl, and you need to be punished, don't

   you?" I nearly held my breath, waiting.

   After a long beat, she just said, "Yes, Sir."

   I stood her up, bent her under my arm, and gave her a brisk,
business-like spanking, WAPWAPWAPWAPWAP!  She whimpered

   and yelped, "AAAH!  OHOHOH!  AAA!" as she danced from foot to foot.

   I stood her back up, and unceremoniously pulled her dress over her head,
and her panties down to her ankles, and

   commanded her to kick them off.  Now she stood in only her knee socks
and loafers, looking like an angel in despair after

   her spanking.  I pulled my belt off and ran it through my fingers as she
looked on, eyes widening, trembling in

   anticipation.  I strolled around her naked form, slapping my doubled-up
belt in my palm, admiring her slim hips, flat chest

   with nipples barely breaking the plane, cute little bottom, and most
darling of all, her unfledged girlcleft peeping out

   from between her slender thighs.

   Suddenly I swung the belt onto the backs of her thighs, SWAP!  "OH!" she
cried out, and then, "AAA!  OOOOO!  AH-AHAH!" as I continued to whip her
thighs and bottom.  I took the strap-end of the belt and paddled her
nipples with it,

   SMAKSMAKSMAK!  "AAAAAH!  OO-OO-OO-OO!" she cried out wildly.  Soon her
nipples were erect and fetchingly reddened.  I paused

   for a moment to seize her little nipples and breast buds, kneading them
and working them as she moaned and writhed.

   I picked her up and carried her lithe form to the bedroom.  Laying her
on the bed I quickly fastened my mouth to her

   nipples, sucking and nibbling.  Moving south I found her jewel of a
navel, and blew a flurbish into it, making her squeal

   and giggle.  Then my mouth slid down, down, to her maidenhood.  I probed
her with my tongue, pressing firmly against her

   hymen, making her cry out.  Then I caught her clitoris in a long,
excruciating bite between tongue and teeth.

   She began to come.  I quickly stood up and brought the belt down across
her swollen, glistening cleft lips.  She

   nearly screamed as she bucked up and down in the throes of her little
preteen orgasm.  As she shuddered out the last of it I

   swept her up in my arms and held her close.  She clung fiercely to me,
her tears staining my collar as her tremors slowly

   subsided.  After a while I lay her gently down on the bed, kissed her
forehead, and whispered, "Good night, little love."

   She was asleep before I pulled the covers to her chin.

   The next day I swiftly set in motion plans I had been working on for
some time, in hopes that she would

   be...receptive.  Having researched the marriage laws in various
countries, I moved us to ******, and bought a secluded villa

   equipped with adequate security apparatus and well water.  I located a
justice of the peace who, with well-greased palm, was

   willing to marry us.

   When we got home I enfolded her in my arms for a long time, just
reveling in the knowledge that she was completely

   mine.  The top of her head came to the middle of my chest.  I nuzzled
her hair as she buried her face in my shirt.  But I

   couldn't bear to wait much longer.  I disentangled myself from her arms,
and whispered in her ear, "You know you've been a

   naughty girl, don't you?" She nodded, shyly.  "And naughty girls have to
be punished, don't they?" She just hung her head,

   peeping up at me through her lowered lashes.

   I bent her under my arm and tossed up her skirt.  Her bottom gleamed
bare in the light; I had ordered her not to

   wear any panties.  SMACK-SMACK-SMACK!  I paddled her rapidly,
alternating from one cheek to the other.  She whimpered and

   moaned, "Oh, Daddy, please!  Oh, please, my bottom!" as the redness
appeared.

   I stood her up and stripped her unceremoniously, leaving her naked in
front of me.  She blushed prettily, down to

   the tips of her little breasts, just barely breaking the plane of her
chest; not breasts at all, really, only nipples on

   top of breast buds.  I took I had cut previously, and snapped it across
the front of her thighs, SWAK!  She jumped and cried

   out, "AAA!" and then, "OH!  AH!  OOOO!" again and again as I switched
her repeatedly, on her thighs, front and back, her

   already-punished bottom, and then her nipples.  She yipped and yiped at
the sting, "AH!  Daddy, my little breasts!  OOO!" I

   paused every now and then to admire the network of thin red lines left
by her punishment, before they faded rapidly.

   I laid her down on a couch, widely spread, and brought the switch down
sharply onto her unfledged girlcleft, SWACK!

   "AAAAAAA!" she nearly screamed, and "OOO-OOO-OOOOH!" as the switch
whistled through the air to punish her little-girlhood

   again and again.  Then I turned her over to knee-chest position, and
gave the same treatment to her tender, delicate anus as

   she wailed and sobbed.

   I cast away the switch, and let my hands roam over her body, as she
remained in knee-chest.  I found her little

   nipples and toyed with them, tweaking and pulling them, pinching and
twisting as she sucked air in through her teeth, then

   softly moaned, "SSSS-oooo!" I lubricated my right hand fingers and
pierced her anus, with first one, then two, and finally

   with three fingers, penetrating and probing her, while my other hand
seized her clitoris and cleft lips, kneading and

   working them.  A steady stream of moans and gasps were torn from her
lips.  Soon she was bucking, and her cleft lips were

   moistening.  I gave her a few firm spanks on her anus and cleft, and she
began to come.

   I raised up over her and plunged my lubricated rod into her preteen
bottomflower, raping her of the miadenhood of

   her anus.  She screamed briefly, then panted hoarsely as I began to work
my tool in and out of her, withdrawing almost to

   the tip, then plunging to the hilt as she quivered and spasmed.  I
continued to molest her clitoris as I raped her, and soon

   she was over the top again.  I let go, and poured my seed into her
rectum.  Then we collapsed on the bed together, panting

   and murmuring.

   I took her into the shower.  She moaned and struggled briefly as I
firmly scrubbed her cleft and anus with a terry

   washcloth, so I pressed her nipples and cleft against the cold tile and
paddled her sharply on her bottom, thrust three

   soapy fingers into her abused anus and probed her, then quickly withdrew
and smacked her on her cleft.  She sobbed, "Oh,

   Daddy, please, I'll be good!" She held still for the rest of her
scrubbing, and for the vigorous toweling she received,

   firmly massaging her tender nipples, cleftlips, and anus as she trembled
and whimpered.

   I covered her cleft with my hand, lifted her up that way, carried her to
the bed, and fastened my lips to her

   vulva.  As I tongued her already-punished little-girlhood, her cries
intensified, from soft little coos at first, to hoarse

   cries as her slender hips began to move almost against her will.

   It was time.  I stood up, towering over her petite form, positioned my
rod at the opening of her little womb, then

   plunged in, raping her of her maidenhead with one stroke, driving for
her cervix, as she screamed and writhed underneath

   me.  I lay buried in her for a few minutes, my rod throbbing in her
abused vagina, as her distress died down to the

   occasional sob and sniffle.  I couldn't believe how tight and sweet her
little girlhood was.  I began to rape her in earnest,

   long slow strokes that took her breath away, then harder and quicker,
grinding my pubic bone against hers, as she cried out

   rhythmically with each thrust, "AAA-AAA-AAA-AAA!"

   Soon the stretching and stimulation of her abused clitoris made itself
known.  Her cries became more intense and

   wild, her little hips moved of their own accord, and then I was treated
to the sight, sound, and feel of a little preteen

   climaxing as I raped her, my hard rod buried deep within her.

   In the afterglow she lay in my arms, content, nearly asleep, a pretty
little preteen, mine to love and cherish, and

   to strip, spank, whip, and rape, as long as we both shall live.

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