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 (g* inc, ped, sad, Mg)

   I guess we have a big laundry room.  On one side is the washer and
dryer, and on the other side is a big table for folding the clothes.

   Laundry day is like any day until the wash is almost done and he calls
me in to bring him my sheets and my panties.  He makes me stand there while
he inspects them to see if I've been a good girl.  It is embarassing to
stand there while he checks my panties and even smells them, and I fidget
because I could just could die of embarrassment.

   Then today when he was doing laundry he came across my ruffly panties
with the little hearts on them.  They are almost see-through and as soon as
he picks them up I know I'm in trouble.  He can see by my face without even
checking.

   "What were you doing when you were wearing these panties, little girl?"

   I look down, ashamed.

   I asked, "What were you doing in these panties?"

   "Nothing."

   But you can't lie to daddy.  He smells them and then pushes them in my
face to make me smell them.  "Do those smell like the panties of a good
little girl?  Those smell like the panties of a dirty little girl.  Now
...what were you doing?"

   "...I was rubbing myself."

   "What were you rubbing yourself on?"

   "Against the bedpost."

   I'm shocked as he wads up the panties and stuffs them into my mouth.  I
can barely get out, "No, daddy..." before I am muffled.  He pulls off my
dress and adds it to the washer.  He crouches down and slowly pulls my
panties down.  I lift one leg, and then the other so he can remove them. 
He looks at me questioningly.  I shake my head "no." I wasn't naughty in
those panties.  He throws them in the washer too.

   He picks me up and sets me on the folding table.  He tells me to lie
down.  He tells me to show him what I was doing to make my panties dirty. I
hesitate, but Daddy looms over me.  I slowly start to rub myself down
there. Daddy watches.  I kind of like it when he watches.

   Then he reaches for the clothespins.  My shouts are muffled, and I shake
my head "no." But Daddy and I both know what is going to happen.  He asks,
"Did I tell you to stop masurbating?" and I put my hands back down, but now
I'm rubbing myself for comfort and to make the pain hurt less as much as
much as to feel good.

   He starts on my left nipple, the one closest to him, and rubs it between
his thumb and forefinger, and stretches it out until I wince.  Then he
stops.  He waits a minute and does it again.  He reaches down and rests his
hand on my hands.  He lets his fingers rub my pussy so he knows I'm nice
and wet.  Daddy doesn't use the clothespins until he knows I am wet.

   As he opens the pin and brings it towards my stretched nipple I shake my
head and muffled cries are all I can get out.  He slowly closes it over my
erect and already swollen nipple.  As it closes, I rub myself harder down
there so I don't feel the pain so much.  And then I scream.

   Daddy lets go of the clothespin and asks me to hold out my hand.  He
tests it on the webbing between my thumb and forefinger.  I scream
Owwwwwwwwwwww!!!  He lets go and selects another pin.  This one isn't as
tight and doesn't make me scream.  He strokes my forehead and tells me what
a brave girl I am.  He goes back to rubbing my nipple, which must be
bruised by now.  He puts the lighter pin on it and it is not as bad.  I
don't scream.  But I chant, "nononnonononononno." He leaves it on for at
least a minute, then takes it off and licks my nipple.  He gently kisses
it, then gives it just a little bite.

   He tells me to put my hands at my sides and I shake my head "no".  He
takes the panties out of my mouth and gives me a kiss on the lips.

   "Be a good girl for daddy and open your legs."

   I do as I'm told, and he rubs me really nice down there til I'm so
relaxed.  Then he reaches for that clothespin.

   He starts using it on my thighs, quick little pinches, little nips that
hurt and sting and make little red marks.

   Then he pulls on my left pussy lip.  He closes it on my pussy lip and I
gasp.  I don't make noise this time, but after a few seconds I fidget and
daddy takes it off.  He rubs me really nice and he can tell I'm excited.

   I can tell he is excited too.  He takes a pair of my used panties out of
the dirty clothes bin and rubs them on himself, jacking off with my little
lacy panties.  He looks me in the eye and nods and I start playing with
myself again, loving that Daddy is watching, loving watching him, loving
that he knows what a brave girl I am.  I know he is getting excited from
the little angry red marks on my body

   He brings his cock right up by my face, touching my face with the tip as
he rubs.  He puts the panties in his left hand and rubs them on my body as
he continues to jack off in my face with his right hand.  He rubs his cock
on my cheeks and on my lips, making them sticky.

   He pushes the tip into my mouth gently at first, then harder, and then
he starts steadily fucking my little mouth.  I love it when he does that.
Neither of us can stand it for long.  I can tell he is close as he starts
thrusting harder and harder in his little girl's throat, watching me play
with myself, telling me what a nasty girl I am, what a dirty little girl I
am.  I'm Daddy's little slut.  Daddy's little cunt.

   He comes right in my mouth, shooting it into his little girl, and right
away I come so hard.  My hips buck up in the air and I have little spasms
as I hear his voice telling me to masturbate for daddy, calling me his
slut, his cunt, his nasty whore.  I collapse, exhausted, and start crying.

   I don't know why I'm crying.  It felt so good but there are so many
feelings, I'm so mixed up.  Daddy picks me up and holds me.  He tells me to
hold onto him, and tells me how much he loves his girl.

   And I love my Daddy.