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 she woke up after her cat nap and felt cold.  looking out the window, she
could see it was dark out.  she could feel the wet rags of her once pretty
dress under her.  she had floated off to sleep laying on her stomach until
the warm wet rags she had been lying on felt cold and damp against her
thighs and mound.  as she slid her knees up to straighten her thighs and
raise herself off of the dampness she recalled how he had just torn the
dress off her.  she remembered standing there naked in front of him her
clothing in rags on the bed.  she had been terrified when he did it but for
some reason thinking about it now felt different.  some part of her had
liked how he had looked at her nakedness.  his look hadn't been mean but
she could tell he liked what he was doing.  he had hurt her later but his
look had been anything but hate and knowing he still cared about her had
been so important.  she felt the throbbing of her butt and thought of the
spanking he had given her.  something in her made her take her hand and
slap her still sore butt as hard as she could.  the sharp sting brought on
more tears but it brought back the memories of all that had happened after
she had been made to beg for the spanking.  oh how it had hurt, but it had
somehow excited her too.  she felt that now as she cried and her butt was
once again flaming from her own slap.  it reminded her of how he had rubbed
it so tenderly after he had made it burn.  she pushed the rags off the bed.
watching them fall over the side of the mattress she remembered how she had
sprayed them with the wetness inside her and how warm it was to nap on
them..  it was as though the things that he did made her insides twist all
around.  it made her privates drippy.  she could feel her muscles inside
her twitch.  she thought of how after he had spanked her and she lay over
his thighs his fingers running over the soreness and between her cheeks. 
she felt him painting her with her own wetness as his finger went from her
nub through her lips and between her cheeks.  his finger barely pressing
the moistness into her butthole.  it had made her wince but she liked how
it made her feel so dirty too.  she had been unable to lay still, wiggling
till he took her and lifted her in his lap and hugged her.  she had
actually wanted to kiss him back but couldn't.  it was so strange.  he'd
take her to these feelings she'd known were there but had never been able
to feel.  but there was more.  she knew that she could even have more.  she
had never had these kind of feelings.  the gentle throb of her sore butt
continued as she raised up from the bed.  she looked a mess.  as she looked
in the mirror she could see the tears run down her face to her neck.  she
was covered in sweat and looked damp.  her hair was a jumble of knots.  as
she looked at her bright red butt and her puss which was almost as red, it
seemed as though she could see them throbbing in the mirror.  she didn't
care.  she pulled on a sundress and snuck down the hall in a hush.  she
didn't know how long her nap had been but it was dark out.  she could hear
the TV in her mom's room.  she smiled as she thought of it.  its her
daddy's room too.  she felt a warmth as she thought it.  she crept past
their door and down the stairs.  as soon as she had carefully closed the
door behind her, she dashed accross the grass, not wanting to walk on the
drive since she was barefoot.  as she ran toward the lake, the pain of the
spanking giggled just as her butt did from her running.  she lifted her
dress high as she ran feeling the night air against her.  the tears running
down her cheek dried to stiff lines from the breeze.  it was as though it
was tickling her, even her red little puss.  it felt wonderful on her.  she
stopped on the sand and lifted off her dress.  she could hear music in her
mind and so she slowly danced naked by the lake.  as she spun on the sand,
she started wondering what he was doing right then.