Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: David Stephens
Title: A Grandmother's Lust
Part: Chapter 1
Keywords: MF/gg, inc, pedo



   A Grandmother's Lust - Chapter 1

   by David Stephens

   When Eve Grey heard that her son-in-law had left her daughter and their
two young girls, it would be no exaggeration to say that she felt elated.
John Seymour had never been a favourite of hers, and she knew that the
marriage had been faltering for a long time.  Pamela herself, after the
initial shock, was pleased to be rid of her husband, and the two girls,
8-year-old Rebecca and 3-year-old Clare, didn't miss a father who had
tended to ignore them most of the time.

   During the long summer holidays Eve was often at her daughter's house,
looking after the children while Pamela was at work as secretary to the
manager of a small insurance firm.  She very much enjoyed her time with the
girls, though often tired by their energy and occasional naughtiness.  A
corrective slap on the legs or bottom was what she would have wished to
administer, but she wasn't sure that Pam would approve, deciding to
postpone disciplining the girls until she could discuss the matter with her
daughter.

   One evening, after the girls had gone to bed, Eve was sharing a bottle
of wine with her daughter when she rather hesitantly broached the question
which she had been longing to ask.

   "I don't suppose you would let me give the girls a slap or two, Pamela,
when they're naughty?  It would really help me keep them under control, but
I imagine you don't believe in that kind of thing?"

   "Why would you think that?" asked Pamela, a svelte brunette in her
mid-thirties.

   "I don't know exactly, but I've never seen you raise a hand to the
children."

   "I've wanted to, many times, but to tell you the truth I was worried
that I would get to enjoy it too much, or that the girls would, judging
from what happened between you and me."

   Eve felt herself blushing.  "I certainly enjoyed spanking you when you
were a little girl, and I kind of guessed that you were enjoying being
spanked, in a perverse kind of way, despite your wails and tears.  That's
why I eventually stopped punishing you in that way.  I was ashamed of
gaining pleasure from disciplining you, and inventing reasons to do so."

   She realised that the wine was loosening her tongue and tempting her to
say things that normally she would be too embarrassed to admit to her
daughter, but Pamela's understanding smile made her feel that she was
disclosing confidential feelings which she should have been open about a
long time ago.

   Pamela in her turn was being equally open about her own feelings.

   "I can still remember how thrilled I felt when you put me over your knee
and lifted my skirt up, stroking my legs before you pulled my knickers
down. As young as I was, I sensed that there was something wonderful about
being punished by you, despite the fact that you hurt me quite a lot. 
Afterwards, I always went upstairs and used the long mirror in my bedroom
to look at the red marks on my legs and bottom, positively exulting when
they were more vivid than usual."

   "While you were doing that I was lying on my bed, masturbating while I
relived the spanking I'd given you.  I hope you don't mind me telling you
that?  I don't suppose mothers and daughters usually discuss such matters,
but perhaps I should make it clear that if you allow me to discipline the
girls I will do so knowing that I'll be getting a great deal of pleasure
from it, and this time without being ashamed at all."

   "It's time someone took a hand to the girls, so I'm happy to give you
permission to be that person.  With the proviso that you wait until I'm
home from work before you discipline them.  I'm in the curious position of
hoping that they'll be naughty so that I can have the pleasure of watching
them being spanked!"

   "You don't need to worry about that, Pam.  They're always naughty in one
way or another, not in really serious ways, of course, but enough that I'll
aways have a reasonable excuse to punish them."

   Pamela hesitated for a moment.  "I don't want you to take it easy on
them, Mum, just because I'll be watching you.  Please give them a really
good hiding, like the ones you used to give to me!"

   "I'll be sure to do just that!" said Eve, with a smile.

   "What if dad comes to pick you up while you're spanking the girls?"

   "He'll enjoy watching me do it, don't you worry about that, my girl!  In
fact, I'll probably suggest he comes here earlier than usual so that he
misses nothing.  I know he'd love to give the girls a slap or two himself,
if you wouldn't mind, that is."

   "Not at all!  If it comes to that, I wouldn't mind him giving me a slap
or two!"

   Eve looked thoughtful and unsmiling for a few moments, causing her
daughter to nervously wonder if she had said too much.

   "Do you really mean that, Pam?" Eve asked eventually, smiling to show
her daughter that all was well.  "Your father is very open with me about
his feelings for you and the girls, and let me tell you that they're not
just those you'd expect him to have for his daughter and granddaughters. 
To put it in the vernacular, he has the absolute hots for you and Rebecca,
as he regularly tells me.  I know he would like to do all kinds of totally
inappropriate things to you, darling, including slapping you around, and
what he would do to Rebecca, if given the opportunity, I'll leave to your
imagination.  Except to say that he fantasises about getting her pregnant!"

   "That's so depraved, Mum!  And so wonderful!  I would never have thought
that of dad.  It just goes to show that you never know what's going on in
someone's head - even those closest to you."

   "And then there's Clare, of course.  Perhaps we shouldn't be talking
about her, as she's only three."

   "What's that got to do with it, Mum?  Let's be honest with each other,
at least.  I'm not ashamed to say that I think Clare is a very sexy little
girl indeed, and I dare you to dispute that, though I'm pretty sure you're
not going to."

   "Of course I'm not, Pamela.  I just thought that perhaps you considered
her too young to be thought of in a sexual way."

   "I'm not sure a girl can be too young to be thought of in that way. 
Even when Clare was a baby I thought she was incredibly sexy, though I
hated myself for doing so.  I thought I was a pervert then."

   "And now?"

   "Now I'm totally unashamed of my feelings.  Clare, like many little
girls, is eminently desirable to me, and I feel no shame at all for saying
that.  Now that John isn't here with us, I have a free hand with the girls
and I'm going to show my love for them in ways that I wasn't able to do in
the past."

   "While at the same time having them disciplined regularly?"

   "The love and the discipline go together.  The girls deserve both kisses
and slaps, and I hope you'll help me with both of those, Mum."

   "And your father?"

   "You can tell him that he has my full permission to use Rebecca and
Clare in any way that he wants.  I really mean that, Mum.  John was never
really interested in the girls, and they need a man in their lives now -
someone who will love them but also keep them under control with a firm
hand."

   Eve could well imagine the ways in which her husband would want to
express his love for his young granddaughters, and thrilled at the thought.

   "I'm glad we've had a little too much to drink tonight, Pam, or we
probably wouldn't have admitted to each other how we feel about the girls."

   "If only they knew what's coming to them!"

   "They'll get an idea tomorrow night, anyway.  I'm determined to give
them a good spanking, even if they're both as good as gold!"

   -------------------

   On the following evening, the girls were if possible more difficult to
control than usual and Eve soon found an opportunity to speak to them
sternly.

   "If you don't behave yourself, Rebecca, I'm going to ask your mother if
I can spank you when she comes home."

   The pretty 8-year-old wrinkled her nose and grinned at her grandmother.

   "You said that last week, Nan, when I was naughty, but you never said
anything to mummy."

   "Yes, well things have changed.  I've had a word with your mummy and she
agrees with me that you and Clare need to be disciplined on a regular
basis, otherwise you're going to become uncontrollable."

   The 8-year-old considered her grandmother's words for few moments and
then surprised Eve by saying: "Where are you going to spank me, Nan?  On my
bum, or ...?"

   Eve was already growing excited by the thought of what she was going to
do to the girls, but Rebecca calmly asking where she was going to be
spanked turned up her excitement a notch.

   "Yes, child, on your bottom, or perhaps the back of your legs.  Do you
have a preference?"

   Eve asked this question flippantly, not expecting a serious reply.

   "My friend Laura's daddy spanks her on her bum and legs.  Sometimes he
tells her to lift her top up and he slaps her chest and her nipples get all
stiff and tingly and she likes that a lot!  One morning last week he kissed
Laura hard on the mouth when she was ready to go to school, and then he
slapped her face and kissed her again.  Laura said her lips were bruised
'cause her daddy had kissed her so hard, and her cheek was stinging, but
she felt really happy on the way to school, and she says she loves her
daddy a lot!"

   "Who is this Laura, child?  Do I know her?"

   "She lives near the park.  She's two years older than me, but we've been
friends for ages.  She hasn't got proper titties yet, but her nipples are
bigger than mine and her mummy sucks on them and she moans a lot."

   "Laura or her mummy?" laughed Eve, fascinated and aroused by what her
granddaughter was saying.

   Rebecca giggled.  "Her mummy, but Laura says she likes her nipples being
sucked a lot.  And her mummy is always kissing Laura - and putting her
tongue in Laura's mouth!"

   "It sounds as though your friend has a lot of fun with her parents.  If
your daddy had been a different sort of person, perhaps ..."

   "Daddy wouldn't even cuddle me," interrupted Rebecca, looking suddenly
mournful.  "I don't like daddy and I'm glad he doesn't live with us
anymore."

   "Never mind, child.  Your granddad and I will be able to come here more
often, now that your daddy's gone, and we both love you and Clare very much
indeed and will show you just how much, if you'll let us.  You'll both
still need to be disciplined, though, but that will also be done lovingly."

   "Will grandad be spanking us, as well?" asked Clare, sounding curious
rather than apprehensive about the prospect.

   "I imagine he will, yes.  Does that worry you, Clare?"

   The 3-year-old shook her head.  "He'll see our knickers, though, and
they're not very nice."

   "I expect you'd like to be wearing something prettier, wouldn't you? 
Well, we have time before your mother comes home to do some shopping. 
Would you like that?"

   There was an affirmatively enthusiastic response from the girls, and
within minutes they and their grandmother were in the car and on their way
to a lingerie shop that specialised in particularly erotic items, even for
little girls, although that side of the business was only known to a select
few.

   -------------------

   On arriving back home an hour or so later, the girls were sent to their
bedrooms to change into their new knickers, giggling happily as they did
so. They had the choice of several pairs, all of them very scanty and
inscribed with words such as 'sex kitten', 'hot bitch', and 'cum slut'.  In
fact, knickers which would be thought totally inappropriate for two little
girls by most people, but not by Eve, who could see that Rebecca and Clare
only needed encouragement to develop the sexual side of their natures,
which hadn't been allowed to flower under the stultifying presence of their
father.

   When their mother arrived home, the girls were eager to show her their
new underwear, lifting their dresses up shamelessly.

   "Aren't our new knickers pretty, Mummy?" asked Beccy.  "Pretty knickers
for pretty little girls, grandma says."

   "Or you could say sexy knickers for sexy little girls!"

   "Are we really sexy, Mummy?  I want to be sexy, like Laura, and do sexy
things."

   Eve explained to her daughter who Laura was, and the kind of activities
she got up to with her parents.

   "Does Laura think that having her bottom spanked is a sexy thing?" asked
Eve.

   "She says it hurts a lot, but it makes her feel funny and nice, and
afterwards her mummy and daddy kiss her a lot and tell her how much they
love her."

   Eve turned to her daughter.  "You may have to explain to the girls what
some of the messages on their new knickers mean.  Or explain to Clare,
anyway - Rebecca seems to be more knowledgable about certain things that I
would thought possible for a girl of her age."

   "I know what 'hot bitch' means," said the 8-year-old, proudly lifting up
her dress again to display her underwear.  "Laura's daddy called me that
when I went to their house last time, and he said he would love to give me
a good seeing to, but I don't know what that means."

   Pamela laughed.  "I'll explain that to you another time, Beccy.  Do you
like your 'sex kitten' knickers, Clare?"

   The 3-year-old nodded and smiled.  "They're really pretty!" And then,
looking across to where her older sister was still showing her knickers:
"Am I a hot bitch, as well?"

   "Of course you are, darling!" Pamela assured the little girl.  "Both my
sweet little girls are hot bitches, aren't they mother?"

   Eve hastened to agree with her daughter, telling Clare that she was just
as sexy as her sister.

   "I like these," said Pamela, picking up a lacy pair of new knickers from
a pile on the sofa, which had 'wish you were here' printed on the front,
with an arrow pointing downwards.  "And these with 'kiss me, lick me, fuck
me' on them are delicious.  Little girls really ought to be wearing sexy
underwear like this instead of the boring kind they usually have to wear."

   "The girls know that they're going to be spanked, and they wanted new
underwear in case their granddad is to have that pleasure, as well as me."

   Just then the doorbell rang, and going to answer it, Eve said: "There's
one thing you can say for your father, Pam - he usually comes on time!"

   A minute later Eve returned to the room with Robert, her husband, who
kissed his daughter on the cheek and looked with amusement at the two
girls.

   "What's this I hear about my favourite granddaughters misbehaving?  I
really think its time your nan gave you a good spanking.  In fact, I may
well give you one myself!"

   "I told you so, didn't I girls?" said Pamela.  "From now on you're going
to get regular discipline, and I for one am looking forward to watching you
get it!"

   For the first time, Rebecca looked a little cowed, perhaps realising for
the first time that all the talk of she and her sister being punished was
not just hot air.

   "Can we show granddad our new knickers?" she asked her mother, trying to
put off the seemingly inevitable.

   "Go on, then, but after that you're going to get your bottoms tanned!"

   Beccy and Clare lifted their dresses up to their waists and proudly,
though with a little embarrassment, showed their 'sex kitten' and 'hot
bitch' knickers to their grandfather, more than pleased by the intent way
he looked at them.

   "Such pretty little whores!" said Robert, motioning to the girls to lift
their dresses even higher.

   "That's a naughty word, Granddad!" said Beccy, pouting prettily.

   "A naughty word for naughty little girls," said her mother.  Pamela knew
that not so long ago she would have admonished her father for referring to
the girls as 'whores', but now it gave her a delicious thrill to hear them
called that.

   "Right!" said Eve commandingly, settling herself on the sofa.  "I want
you across my knee right now, Rebecca, and when I say right now I mean it."

   The 8-year-old hastily did as she was told, slightly subdued by the
stern faces of the adults.

   "What a peach of a bottom you've got, Rebecca," said Eve, after pulling
down the little girl's knickers.

   She fondled Beccy's rounded little bum and her thighs for a while,
before, without warning, bringing the flat of her hand down on the child's
right buttock with as much force as she could muster.  The 8-year-old cried
out and began to whimper, but made no further protest as her spanking
proceeded with increasing force.

   "You deserve this, don't you, Beccy?" said Eve, as she delighted in
watching her granddaughter's bum cheeks turning bright red as she continued
the spanking with growing enthusiasm.

   "Yes, I deserve it, Gran!" cried Rebecca tearfully, eager to please Eve
and perhaps induce her to end the punishment, which was becoming
increasingly painful.

   "Your grandfather's right, isn't he?  You're a whore, aren't you?  A
dirty little whore?"

   "Yes, I am, Gran!"

   "Say it, then."

   "I'm a whore, Gran, a dirty little whore.  Please don't hit me any more
- it really hurts!"

   "I must be doing something right, then, you little fucker!"

   Robert sat down by his wife's side and looked at her with respect as she
persevered with Rebecca's punishment, even though she was clearly tiring,
having put everything she had into the furious slaps she was giving to each
of the 8-year-old's bum cheeks in turn.

   "This may teach you not to run riot with your little sister when I just
want some peace," said Eve.  "You've had your own way for too long, and I'm
not going to put up with it any longer!"

   "Shall I take over, if you're getting tired?" said Robert.

   "Yes please, dear.  I had intended to give the little slut's legs a good
slapping, but I know I can safely leave that to you."

   3-year-old Clare, watching her sister's punishment from the safety of
her mother's lap, could hardly believe that her beloved grandmother would
soon be treating her in the same way.  She was aware though, despite her
tender years, that her big sister was experiencing something more than pain
as she was spanked, for on her face had sometimes come the dreamy
expression that Clare had only seen before when the two sisters played with
themselves, as they lay together on their mother's double bed.

   "Get up, cunt!" said Eve, after landing the final few slaps on her
granddaughter's bottom.

   Rebecca stood up gingerly, her eyes full of tears, and started to pull
up her knickers.

   "There's no need for that, child," said Robert hurriedly.  "Take them
off, and then I'll take your gran's place and continue your punishment."

   "Give me a kiss and a cuddle first, Beccy," said Eve, "to show me that
you still love me."

   The 8-year-old threw herself into her grandmother's arms and kissed her
passionately on the mouth, surprising Eve, who had expected more tears and
sulkiness.

   "If this is what I get for spanking you, I'll have to do it more often!"

   She pushed the tip of her tongue between Beccy's lips and the 8-year-old
opened her mouth willingly and shared a wet, lingering kiss with her
grandmother.

   "I love you very much indeed, darling," said Eve, "but that doesn't
alter the fact that you and Clare are going to have to get used to being
disciplined on a regular basis from now on."

   "Do you want me across your knee, now, Granddad?" asked Rebecca,
seemingly accepting that she was going to receive a second spanking.

   "Just a minute, child.  Take your dress off first, and let's have a good
look at you."

   Beccy blushed as she stood naked before her grandfather's gaze, feeling
embarrassed but thrilled by the naked lust in his eyes.

   "You really have a gorgeous body, girl," said Robert, reaching out to
brush his finger against her left nipple.  "I'm telling you now that I'm
intent on making you my bitch, so you may as well get used to the idea."

   Beccy's friend, Laura, often referred to herself as her daddy's bitch,
so the 8-year-old had some idea of what her grandfather meant.

   "Doesn't she have a lovely cunt, Robert?" said Eve, making the little
girl blush again but making her feel very happy.

   Before Robert could reply, 3-year-old Clare, feeling slightly neglected,
piped up with: "I've got a lovely cunt too, haven't I, Mummy?"

   Everyone laughed and Pamela assured the little girl that, yes, she also
had a lovely cunt and that they would all be able to judge that for
themselves shortly.

   "Just stand still for a moment, Beccy," said Robert, "while I give you a
few slaps before I put you over my knee."

   He looked at the naked 8-year-old lecherously for a short while before
smartly slapping the left side of her flat chest.  Tears welled in the
little girls eyes, but she only cried out briefly, and then said, quietly
but in a firm tone: "The other side, now, Granddad, please!"

   "There's no need to ask for it, girl - you're going to get it anyway!"

   There was something about Rebecca's undeveloped body which excited her
grandfather to an extent which was urging him to express that excitement in
one way or another.  He knew that in some kind of perverse way slapping the
8-year-old was a substitute, in the guise of discipline, for something he
wanted to do to her even more, which was to sink his thick cock deep into
her immature cunt.

   That desire had been in him for the last couple of years, though he had
initially tried to suppress it.  It was only when his wife had made it
clear that she longed for him to use their pretty granddaughter as she was
surely meant to be used, that he determined to make the attempt to do just
that.  Eve had told him that their daughter was unlikely to stand in his
way, that in fact she was likely to encourage him.  Robert couldn't quite
believe that at the moment, but it was a question of taking things one step
at a time until he achieved his ultimate goal.

   So here he was, slapping Beccy's unformed chest and watching her little
nipples redden and become stiff, his cock also beginning to stiffen in the
process.  The 8-year-old's eyes were filling with tears and her lower lip
trembling slightly, but she accepted her punishment without protest, and
Robert felt proud of her.

   As he gave his granddaughter one last powerful slap, leaving her usually
pale chest turning a bright shade of red, Robert noticed that her younger
sister was pointing at the growing bulge in his trousers.

   "What's that, Mummy?"

   Pamela looked momentarily at a loss as to how to respond, but quickly
decided that there was no need not to be honest.

   "It's granddad's penis, darling.  It's starting to get bigger,
because..., well, because..."

   "Because he likes hitting Beccy, Mummy?"

   "Yes, and because Beccy is such a pretty, sexy little girl."

   Pamela had told both her girls about the facts of life, in very basic
terms, and they were both well aware what a penis was.  What she was also
soon to discover was that her mother had been sending images of erect cocks
to Beccy's phone, ostensibly as a form of sexual education, but in reality
as a way of leading Beccy one small step into a world of debauchery.  Eve
had expected it to take some time for her to achieve her aim, but now it
seemed that things were moving quickly!

   Robert sat on the sofa and ordered Beccy to lie across his knee, as her
little sister pondered her mother's words.

   "How big does your penis get, Granddad?" said Clare, with the innocent
directness of the very young.

   "As big as this, child," replied Robert, quickly unzipping his trousers
and freeing his erection from them, giving the wide-eyed 3-year-old a good
sight of it before her sister covered it with her naked body as she placed
herself over her grandfather's knees.

   "I can feel your cock against my tummy, Granddad," said Beccy, a smile
in her voice.

   "How do you know it's called a cock, Beccy?" asked Pamela.  She wasn't
about to admonish the 8-year-old for using the word, but was curious as to
how she had learnt it.

   "She got it from me," said Eve.  "There's no reason now why I can't tell
you that I've been sending Beccy pictures of erections, as I thought it was
time she had some sex instruction."

   "And so she wouldn't be shocked seeing dad's erect cock for the first
time, a cock which I must say is of an impressive size."

   "Precisely!"

   "Does my cock feel big against your tummy, Beccy?" asked Robert, lifting
his hips to press himself firmly against the 8-year-old's nakedness.

   "It feels big and hard and lovely, Grandad!" said Beccy, wriggling
herself against his pulsing erection.

   "Well, imagine how big and hard and lovely it's going to feel when it's
deep inside you, stretching open your vagina!"

   "Are you really going to fuck me, Granddad?" asked the excited
8-year-old.  "Laura says her daddy is always in her cunt, and she says it's
the best thing in the world!"

   "No need to ask who you heard those naughty words from, child," said
Pamela, smiling at her mother.

   "To answer your question, my darling Rebecca," said Robert, bringing the
flat of his hand down hard on the back of his granddaughter's thighs, "I
intend to fuck you as soon as is reasonably possible, that is, when your
vagina has been stretched sufficiently to accommodate my erect penis, which
is, as your mother has kindly noted, of an impressive size!"

   "If it hadn't have been for John," said Pamela, "I would have let you
have your way with Beccy long before now.  A good seeing to on a regular
basis would have benefited her a lot, but there was no chance of that
happening with my dear husband here."

   "I still don't know what 'a good seeing to' means," complained Beccy,
and then loudly yelped as her grandfather slapped her legs again.

   "It means," said her mother, "having a man fuck you long and hard and
then shoot lots of his lovely, hot cum deep inside you!"

   Pamela saw no reason to necessarily now use terms such as 'sexual
intercourse' and 'semen', which she had employed when giving the girls some
rudimentary lessons in sex.  Rebecca, for one, knew more about sex then she
had realised, and was clearly eager to learn even more.

   "Are you going to give me a good seeing to, Granddad?" asked the
8-year-old, pertly.

   "When the time is right, child.  At the moment, I'm more intent on
giving your pretty legs a damn good slapping!"

   Which Robert proceeded to do with a good deal of energy, bringing his
large hand down on the back of Beccy's thighs with increasing intensity,
until the 8-year-old began to loudly sob.

   "Cry as much as you like, girl - it isn't going to do you any good!"

   Robert continued to slap his young granddaughter until his arm ached and
his hand was sore.

   "Get up, slut!" he said at last.  "I want you on your knees.  Quickly,
child!"

   Rebecca obeyed, her eyes full of tears but looking up at her grandfather
as he stood before her with an expression which seemed to combine respect
and love.

   On an impulse, Robert slapped the 8-year-old's face, first one side,
then the other, before thrusting his rock-hard cock into her mouth and
almost immediately ejaculating down her throat.

   Rebecca looked confused, her mother judging that she was unsure what to
do with the semen swilling in her mouth.

   "Swallow it all down, Beccy!" she said.  "It was so good of your
granddad to cum in your mouth, wasn't it?"

   The 8-year-old did as she was asked, before smiling up at her
grandfather, semen dribbling from the corner of her mouth.  Her face, legs,
and bottom were sore from the hard slaps they had received, and yet she
felt unaccountably happy.  She looked across to her little sister, who was
looking a little bemused by the way her big sister was reacting to the
slaps she had received.

   "Aren't you going to spank Clare?" she asked, longing to see how the
3-year-old would take a beating.

   "She wasn't as much to blame for your misbehaviour, being so young,"
said Eve.  "She simply followed your lead, Beccy.  Still, she needs
discipline as much as you do, so who gets to do what to her?"

   "Take Clare's clothes off, Pamela," said Robert, "and we'll have her in
the centre of the room and each of us give her a slap or two, or more,
wherever we choose.  I'll decide when she's had enough."

   This was clearly an order rather than a suggestion, but Pamela wasn't
about to remind her father that he didn't have the authority to make such
an order.  She was more than willing to allow him to have total control of
her children, and indeed herself.

   She rapidly undressed Clare and told her to go to her grandfather, who
had retaken his seat on the sofa.

   "Pull your chairs up," he said to his wife and daughter, "so we can all
reach the little slut and land her a few good ones."

   "I'm a little slut!" piped up the 3-year-old, proudly.

   "You're going to be a crying little slut, very shortly," said Robert,
slapping her legs, bottom, and face in quick succession, and laughing as
tears spilled from her eyes.

   "Your granddad's doing it for your own good, Clare," said Eve, feeling
decidedly aroused by the sight of the little girl being slapped, as well as
by her tears and whimpers of distress.

   "Give her a couple yourself, Eve," said Robert.

   "I don't mind if I do.  That little bottom of hers was surely designed
to be spanked."

   Robert handled his cock back to full erection as his wife spanked the
3-year-old's rounded behind with gleeful enthusiasm, like her husband
unable to stop herself laughing when Clare howled in protest.

   "There's no point in making all that noise," laughed Eve, slapping the
3-year-old's legs until her hand began to smart.  "I feel so good doing
this that I know I'm going to do it many more times, and I know your
granddad is.  What about you, Pam?  She's your child - don't you think it's
time you started beating her?"

   "I'm certainly not going to be left out.  Let me get at her, mother -
I'll give her something to cry about!"

   Pamela gazed at her naked child with open lust.  "You're such a sexy
bitch, Clare, and I want you so much.  And I've ached for so long to give
you good thrashing!"

   "Give it her now, then, Pamela," said Robert.  "When you've finished
with the little whore I'm going to fuck her mouth."

   Pamela grabbed hold of Clare with one hand, while with the other
spanking her with a steady rhythm, concentrating on her bum and legs, but
occasionally slapping her face, usually with additional force.

   "If there's a better sound than a hand hitting a naked little girl, I
don't know what it is," said Robert.  "Slap the little cunt's face a few
more times, and then let me have her."

   Pamela now used both hands on her little daughter, slapping both sides
of her face in rapid succession a dozen times, and then pushing her towards
her grandfather.

   "That was so hot!  Listen to the little slut howling.  Shove your cock
in her mouth, dad, and shut her up."

   Robert dragged the 3-year-old towards him by her hair and rammed his
thick cock between her lips and deep into her mouth.  Clutching her curls
tightly, he thrust with a rapid tempo into the back of her throat, his wife
taking the opportunity to slide a finger into to the tight slit between her
granddaughter's puffy labia.

   "So tight!" murmured Eve, gently probing the 3-year-old's vaginal
opening.  "When are you going to take her virginity, Robert?"

   "On her birthday, I thought.  That will give us time to stretch her
cunt, don't you think, Pam?"

   "Yes, that sounds about right," agreed Pamela, after a slight
hesitation. "What about Beccy, though?"

   "Perhaps we could discuss all this when the children aren't here,"
suggested Eve.  "Clare, for one, looks as though she ought to be in bed."

   "It's too early for me to go to bed, Nan," said Beccy.

   "A nice soak in the bath will do you good, though."

   "Your nan's right," said Pamela.  "You can put Clare to bed, Beccy, and
then run a bath for yourself.  I'll be up in a few minutes, so no messing
about.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes, Mum."

   "I hope so, or you'll be getting another spanking sooner than you
expect."

   "Can I come back down again, when I've had my bath?"

   "Yes, but make sure you're wearing something nice and sexy.  Your short
nightie will be best.  No knickers, though - they'll only get in the way if
we want to feel you up."

   Rebecca took hold of her little sister's hand and they left the room,
Clare still tearful and distressed by what had happened to her.

   When the door had closed behind them, Robert looked at his daughter
questioningly.

   "Are you having doubts about me fucking Clare on her birthday?  I really
hope not - if we're to go on with this business, I need to know that what I
say goes.  I hope you understand that?"

   Pamela knew that her father had no right to act as though he had
authority over her, but in this situation she was happy to allow him that
authority.  In sexual matters she was content for him to be the dominant
male, holding sway over his four bitches.

   "I understand, Dad.  When you asked me about Clare I couldn't help
thinking of how young and tiny she is.  The idea of you penetrating her is
so arousing, but also make me a little concerned.  Even so, I'll say now
that I agree you have the right to use Clare, and Rebecca, in any way you
choose."

   "Does that right extend to you, Pammy?"

   For the moment Pamela could only focus on the fact that her father had
used the form of her name he had often used when she was a little girl. 
Then the real importance of his question hit her.

   "You've always had that right, Dad, even if you never knew it.  Before I
was Beccy's age I was regularly masturbating to thoughts of you taking me
into your bed and doing all sorts of delicious things to me."

   "Well, better late than never!" laughed Robert.  "I'm sure Eve has told
you that I've long fantasised about making Rebecca pregnant, so I'd better
add now that I would love you to have my baby, more than anything in the
world."

   Pamela looked shocked for a moment, but then a tremulous smile came to
her face.  "I would adore to have your baby, Dad!  Now that John's not here
there's no reason why you can't come here and fuck me as often as you like,
assuming mum is in agreement with that, of course."

   "In total agreement," said Eve.  "With any luck you and Beccy will both
have baby girls, and we can play with them from birth."

   For a while the question of the various ways in which the presumed baby
girls should be molested from their earliest days was discussed
energetically, until Rebecca came back into the room, dressed in her short
nightie and attracting the attention of all three adults.

   "Do you think I look sexy in this nightie?" asked the 8-year-old,
twirling around so that everyone could have a good look at her lovely,
immature body, clearly to be seen through her diaphanous nightdress.

   "You know you look sexy, child!" said Robert, his cock beginning to grow
erect again.

   He turned to his daughter.  "I hope you don't let Beccy dress like that
when you have your neighbours round, Pamela, or someone's going to rape the
slut before I get the chance to do her."

   "Don't worry, Dad.  She's usually in a very demure nightdress, which
isn't exactly intended to arouse.  Even so, Peter from next door can't take
his eyes off her when he and Iris come over.  And I'm sure that Iris has
the hots for Clare.  She always has the child on her lap, hugging and
kissing her.  I'm almost certain that if I gave her the slightest
encouragement, she'd molest Clare like a shot."

   "Well why not encourage her, then?  The more that Clare accepts being
molested as a normal part of everyday life, and not only by family members,
the better for everyone involved."

   "Well, you own Clare now, Dad, so as far as I'm concerned what you say
goes.  She's your bitch, and if you want Iris to molest her, I'll try and
make sure that it will happen."

   "I'm your bitch as well, aren't I, Granddad?" said Beccy, determined
that she should be the focus of the adults attention.

   "You are, child.  The prettiest, hottest bitch a man could hope to have.
You belong to me from now on, so if any other man, or woman, tries it on
with you at any time, let me know and I'll decide whether they should be
encouraged or otherwise."

   "Laura's dad tries it on with me all the time.  He's always trying to
kiss me, or put his hand up my skirt.  Last time I was at his house, he
squeezed my bum hard and said he wanted to make me his number two whore,
after Laura."

   "And would you like that, Beccy?"

   The 8-year-old nodded.  "I'd like that a lot, Granddad, but most of all
I want to be your number one whore."

   "You're definitely going to be that, child, without any doubt.  The
question is, how do we deal with Laura's father?  Do I have a word with him
about Beccy?  It would be good if he was here when I take Beccy's
virginity, so that he could do her as well."

   "Perhaps you could both then spit-roast her?" suggested Eve, excitedly.

   "I know I'm showing my ignorance here," said Pamela, "but what exactly
does that mean?"

   "Imagine Beccy naked on her hands and knees, with a cock in her pussy
and one in her mouth," explained Eve.  "and you'll get the idea."

   "Sounds delightful!" said Pamela.  "I suggest you get on the phone to
Laura's father as soon as possible!"

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