THREE STEPS TO HEAVEN

BY ASBO

Steve was your typical family guy with a successful realtor's
business, all the trappings of success and a loving wife and
daughter. You would have been forgiven for thinking he had the
perfect life.

But as he discovered that Sunday night, there was something
missing. It took three random events to make his life complete.

At eleven-thirty that morning, he made a dreadful mistake.

"Daddy, my computer's broke!"

Terri, nine and cute as a button - sparkly green eyes, fine
blonde ponytail reaching almost all the way down to the firm
little ass stretching the seat of her skimpy pink shorts and with
an endearing gap in her even white teeth where her baby incisor
had just fallen out - stood at the top of the stairs and yelled
sulkily down to her father, who was on his third coffee of the
morning as he idled his way through the business section of the
newspaper.

Steve's wife, Diana, looked across the kitchen table and raised
her eyebrows expectantly and he dutifully closed the paper and
padded out to the hall.

"I was chatting to Sally on MSN and it just stopped and now
there's some dumb message," his daughter began to complain, in
her cute but rather irritating sing- song. Usually he liked to
listen to her in the few hours he managed to be at home with her,
but on a lazy morning like this, when all he wanted to do was
slob about the house, it was frankly the last thing he wanted to
hear.

"OK, OK, sweetie, hold your horses. I'll come on up and take a
look."

The problem was easily resolved. He had had the same error on his
own PC in his den the day before and it was simply some update
that had to be applied manually and the machine rebooted. He had
even had the presence of mind to copy the downloaded files on to
a USB drive so that he could take them into the office in the
morning to treat his work PC.

Returning from his study with the drive, he plonked himself down
beside Terri, who was glaring moodily at the screen and not
minded to move for her father.

Steve inserted the drive and waited for it to register. He
wiggled his hips jokingly against his daughter's and looked down
at her. For an instant, before he banished the thrilling yet
unthinkable thought from his mind, his eyes roamed over her cute
tanned legs, and her skinny shoulders, and the tiny tits and baby
nipples visible down the front of her loose vest, and he liked
what he saw, in a way that he knew he shouldn't. Terri grinned
and wiggled her bony little ass back and he felt the warmth of
her leg pressed against his own thigh and swallowed hard and
concentrated on the screen.

He explained to Terri what he was doing and despite himself, he
kept looking towards her and though he tried so hard not to
stare, his eyes kept being drawn to her tiny shorts and the way
they clung so tightly between her thighs. Each week she got a
little sexier.

So when his distracted finger moved the mouse cursor a quarter
inch too far and he dragged the icon above the one he actually
meant to click, he was oblivious to the momentary dialogue box
that popped up and the flying documents passing from one icon to
the other as a folder from his memory stick became replicated on
Terri's computer.

Steve wondered for a moment why the directory with the drivers
had not opened but he just muttered under his breath and clicked
accurately this time. But the damage had been done.

***

The preceding Friday night, with Terri and Diana safely spending
the evening at Grandma's, he had indulged in his weekly
relaxation; his one little guilty secret. Locked away in the den
with his PC routed through a proxy, he had scoured his usual list
of sources and the results of his trawl, a folder full of movie
clips and images, had filled up a good proportion of his USB
drive and would provide him with a few minutes of relaxation each
weekday lunchtime in the office. When he could bolt the door,
forward the phone, and forget the hectic world of real estate.
Watching small girls being introduced to very adult sex. Whether
they wanted or not.

Steve was something of a connoisseur and having indulged his
predilections for several years, had little trouble in securing
some great material. He knew the right newsgroups, and had some
reliable contacts. Sure, it sometimes cost a few bucks, he
reasoned, but it was worth it. And surely it had to be better to
relieve the torment of a sexless marriage, wanking over a few
pictures, than going downtown to find a hooker.

He had actually been very pleased with his haul this week, for
one of his contacts had supplied what was billed as a minor
masterpiece - he had been trying to find a copy for months - and
he was quite looking forward to lunch the next day. Excellent:
salami on rye, chilled orange juice, and edited highlights of the
extensive torment of a chained eight-year-old Vietnamese girl at
the hands, and dicks, of half a dozen leering Scandinavian sex
tourists.

Ace.

***

"OK, sweetie, all done!" he announced, and levered himself up,
taking a last peek down her vest. "Let it reboot and you'll be
back talking to Sally in no time."

"Thanks, Daddy," smiled Terri winningly.

Steve suppressed a shudder and decided he needed to take his
shower before he returned downstairs.

And as Terri's PC whirred back into life, and she tapped her
fingers impatiently on her mouse mat, waiting to launch Messenger
and get back to her conversation with her best friend, she had
not yet noticed the new icon tucked away in the corner of her
screen.

And she would not do so until later in the day.

In fact the second episode in the extraordinary chain of events
occurred a full six hours later.

Diana had taken the SUV over to her Mom's, like she did every
Sunday. She had long since given up trying to persuade Steve to
accompany her to the afternoon service in town and so she drove
forty miles upstate, to collect her mother, and the two of them
would attend the small Baptist church in her home town. She would
stay for an hour or so afterwards, then drive back to prepare the
family meal. The couple had argued long and hard over it, but in
the end, Diana had even given up in her attempt to bring along
her daughter and so for a brief interlude each week, she forced
herself to forget her own family and enjoyed being spoilt like
she had been as a kid, with cookies and cakes and iced tea after
the service.

Only this Sunday afternoon, she had not seen the shard of glass
in the pothole outside her Mom's house when she swung off the
highway and so when she came out to the vehicle to drive home,
the tire was entirely flat, with a long gash right through the
sidewall.

Diana cursed under her breath, undoing the previous hour's piety,
and immediately hailed Steve on her cellphone.

Now as luck would have it, Steve's SL500 was in the shop and the
outcome of a protracted and not entirely harmonious exchange was
that it would Diana would have to stay the night with her Mom and
Steve would send a guy out to fix the tire first thing in the
morning.

Steve pocketed the phone with relief. He went to the freezer -
there had to be something he could microwave for Terri's supper.

He rubbed his eyes - some relaxing day this had turned out to be.

Yet there was one last surprise in store, to make this Sunday
truly memorable. For completing the trio of accidental
happenings, was a moment Steve could hardly have imagined in his
worst nightmare.

"Daddy!"

Terri's cry was weird. It didn't sound exactly like a hurt, or a
fright, but there was something instinctively strange and
disturbing about the tone, and Steve raced upstairs, fearing the
worst.

He had been having a beer as he finished off in the kitchen,
proud that he had been able to heat up something for them both
and even make the place presentable for Diana's return in the
morning. Maybe the bitch would have calmed down a bit after a
night at her Mom's.

But then his daughter had cried out and his optimism instantly
deserted him. What now, for crying out loud? He had sent her up
to have a bath and get ready for bed and the familiar creaks of
the floor above confirmed that she was doing what she had been
told. It had half crossed his mind to go up and watch her bathe
but he angrily rebuked himself for having such a dirty thought.
His own daughter, for fuck's sake - what sort of a guy was he
becoming?

This had truly been a real shit Sunday. All he had wanted was to
chill out and yet it had been one interruption or crisis after
another.

Steve dashed into Terri's room, unsure what to expect.

She was sat at her computer, dressed in her favourite oversized
t-shirt, scrubbed and ready for bed and obviously trying to
squeeze in a few final minutes of chatting online before lights
out.

Steve groaned inwardly - had she wrecked the darned computer
again?

He went over to her.

And his guts clenched. Instantly he felt sick and the colour
visibly drained from his face. In nano-seconds he had realised
what had happened and his mind was heading toward meltdown.

For on the girl's monitor, in a large window and in full colour
and sound, a small black girl, no more than six or seven, was
being held down by both adult hands and a leather strap across an
oil drum and a naked man with an impressively long and flexible
penis was taking his time inserting and removing considerable
lengths of it in her little ass. The camera zoomed and captured
the girl's distress and the pained expression on her face as the
cock forced its way back into her body.

Terri spun round.

"This just happened, Daddy. I clicked something on my desktop and
a box opened and then I thought it was music so I clicked and..."

Her eyes were big and round and scared, the rims a tad red and a
tear was welling up in the corner of each.

She looked back at the screen, mouth open, hardly able to
register what she was seeing. The scene had changed and now the
little girl, tied spreadlegged and suspended from some hook, was
being stroked lustfully by the man with the big cock, as a
prelude to his applying a long bamboo cane to her ass. Even the
muffled sound of her screams was all too plainly being broadcast
by the stereo speakers flanking the monitor.

Steve was on the verge of throwing up. The unimaginable had
happened and his secret world had merged with the real one in the
very worst way possible. In his mind's eye he could see his
comfortable life crumbling - alienated by his wife and daughter,
pilloried by his friends and colleagues.

Fuck! How could he have been so damned stupid?

***

You have to give him his due.

Steve's presence of mind and cold, manipulative cunning was
testament to his years as a successful realtor, and as soon as he
spoke, he was sure he could turn this around. There was no point
in fannying around, trying to reason with Terri - it had to be
this way.

"What on earth?" he exclaimed with restrained horror. "What the
heck have you been doing on the internet, Terri? Oh my God,
that's terrible - what disgusting web sites have you been looking
at whilst I'm working away in the kitchen, thinking you're
getting ready for bed?"

He let his apparent anger build very slowly, glaring accusingly
at the dumbstruck child.

"B..b.. but it just was there. On my computer I didn't..."

"Silence!" yelled Steve, with a nostril-flaring, eye-bulging
incandescence that froze the small girl and set her bottom lip
trembling.

He paused, to allow her shock to sink in deeper and then he
delivered his masterstroke, every bit as cunning as the shrewdest
property deal he had ever smooth-talked up into a sale.

"I am completely and utterly sickened by what you've been doing,
young lady. I just can't imagine what you thought you were
playing at, bringing such disgusting filth into our home!"

And at that, Terri's pent-up tears bubbled up and her cute face
reddened and crumpled and she wailed.

"It wasn't me! It just happened. I haven't been going on web
sites! Please Daddy!"

Steve felt a rush of awesome power and already he could feel a
thickening inside his shorts. The powerful combination of the
image playing on the screen and the remote begging and crying of
the little black girl, desperately pleading as her body was
snapped back and forth under the brutal cane, merged with the
reality of his daughter, sitting so small and miserable before
him in her favourite baggy nightshirt; it was everything he had
ever wanted.

"What else have you downloaded, you little slut?" he growled,
brushing past the blubbering child and reaching for her mouse. He
closed the media player and saw the open folder, containing
Friday night's booty. Steve opened an image file. As the picture
flashed up, Terri turned and looked at the still: another
oriental girl, with her mouth clamped around a cock. The girl was
wearing a studded collar and there were fresh bruises on her arms
and shoulder.

"Jeez!" exclaimed Steve, in feigned disgust. He opened another
video clip and slyly observed Terri's horrified, fascinated
expression as she cried quietly and shook her head and studied
the scared face of a Latino girl about her age, being passed
around a room of leering men in their underpants, each of whom
were feeling and touching her naked body and fingering her pussy.
The little girl had to smile all the time, though she was clearly
very nervous and laugh when each man patted her bottom after
feeling her and pushed her on to the next.

"Oh my God, this is terrible! Terri I really can't think what I'm
going to say to your Mother."

Steve's daughter looked up at him and clenched her hands in
abject supplication. Her pretty cheeks were wet with tears and
her cute mouth twisted as she pleaded. "Don't tell Mom. Please,
Daddy! I didn't know nothing about them pictures. You gotta
believe me!"

He paused the player and regarded her sternly.

"I think you need to find out what happens to dirty little girls
who get pornography from the internet. Man, I can't believe this!
OK. Sit there. Don't move. I gotta think about this."

Steve let her stew. He stepped out, and peering back through the
crack in the door, caught her trying not to glance at the paused
image on her monitor. He suppressed a chuckle. In the garage, he
could hardly contain himself. His throat was dry and his heart
pounded as he scoured the shelves for what he needed.

"I decided your Mom don't have to know what a disgusting, dirty
little girl she's got for a daughter," he announced when he
returned to Terri's bedroom.

She looked hopeful at first and her crying subsided but his words
sent a chill through her.

"But I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson you won't forget,
Missie."

He advanced on her and she tried to see what he was holding
behind his back.

She did not appear to notice the prominent bulge stretching the
front of her father's shorts.

"Get your shirt off!" he barked at her. And she instantly obeyed,
sensing that this was not a time to backchat.

Firmly, he took hold of her naked shoulders and pulled her hard
against the back of the chair.

"Sit still and shut up. If you wanna watch dirty movies then
that's what you'll do. You can sit there and watch 'em all over
and over. And then if you're still so interested in slutty little
girls doing dirty stuff, I'll show you what it's really like.
We're gonna go through each and every one of these disgusting
movies and I'm gonna do to you what the people are doing to them
girls, and then we'll see how much you like it!"

Steve threw a loop of thick cord around her and wound it three or
four times around her chest and upper arms and the back of the
chair, pulling it tight so she was forced up straight and it bit
into her tanned flesh, turning the skin pale. Not elegant, but it
was effective and Terri just sobbed and gazed up at her Daddy and
was even more miserable and confused.

"Don't, Daddy, I'm sorry..."

"Too late to be sorry," grunted Steve, tying off the rope at the
back of the chair. Ignoring Terri's snuffles, Steve brushed past
her and sorted the computer, deleting the incriminating files
from her hard drive. Inspired, he ran down to his den and
invested a few frantic minutes selecting some of his favorite
material and transferring it to a second USB pocket drive. He
growled as he inserted it in her PC.

"OK, Missie. You're lucky that I'm the only one who knows about
all that dirty stuff on your computer. You've been such a bad
girl but I'll give you a break and maybe I won't tell Mom or the
Principal. But I'm gonna have to punish you, so you'll be
properly sorry. I don't want to have to do this but it's the only
way you'll learn. It won't be nice but I'm sure you don't want
Mom and Grandma and all the teachers to know about it do you?"

Now totally immersed in sullen misery, Terri simply nodded.

"Well? Want to keep this between us or shall I have to tell
everybody?"

"Just us," Terri sobbed, almost inaudibly.

Steve allowed himself a private smirk.

The girl looked so helpless, bound to the chair like that. He had
been careful with the rope, to ensure a clear two inch band was
left between the coils, squeezing out her little tits: just what
he needed for the next stage.

The crack of her neat cunt peeped between her legs and as he
knelt down, his eyes homing in, his erection throbbing in his
shorts. He pushed her knees wide apart, to look at her more
closely.

"Sit like that. Dirty girls do that and you're a dirty little
slut, ain't ya?"

The nine-year-old stared tearfully back. Her entire body snapped
taut when he suddenly yelled.

"Answer me! You're a fucking little slut. What are you?"

Still she was silent, frozen in shock and misery yet when Steve
leaned closer to her she flinched and blubbed.

"A slut."

"Say it properly. You're a fucking little slut."

Her ears burned as she uttered the forbidden word in front of her
irate father.

"I'm a fucking slut."

Steve wheeled round, to fire up the media player and select three
clips to play in repeat mode. Short tasters, to warm her up and
prepare for the rest of the night. His cock was throbbing.

"That's right, you're a fucking dirty little slut. Now watch
this. Don't you dare take your eyes off the screen - because I'll
be watching you."

She made to say something but the tiny girl thought better of it.
Her Daddy was acting so nasty and strange - it made her scared
but she didn't want anyone to know she had dirty stuff on her
computer. Especially Mom and Grandma. Even though she had no idea
how it got there. In fact, she didn't understand very much at
all, except that the rope around her hurt and her Daddy was very
cross and on her computer, a little girl about her own age was
now dancing around to some tinny music and taking off her
panties.

She watched the three clips about four times over before he came
back. She didn't know little girls ever did that: dancing sort of
sexy-like with no clothes on and being filmed, or kissing each
other in the bath or laughing when a man opened their knees and
pulled and poked at their front bottoms.

Terri was both fascinated and horrified. Daddy wouldn't make her
do that would he?

"Ah," he said, "I see you like that one!"

She jumped: she had not heard Steve pad back into her bedroom.
And she blushed, ashamed that her Daddy had seen her watching so
closely.

"Let's see if we can't do something likewise."

He wheeled her chair back and spun it around, then took each
ankle and placed her foot up on the seat then wound a short
length of cord around her thigh and calf so that she was now
bound sitting bolt upright but with her legs folded tightly up on
either side of her.

Then he reached between her thighs and stroked up and down her
crack with the tip of his finger.

"That's what the man was doing. How does it feel eh? You like it
do ya?"

Once more she wanted to ask Daddy to stop it, but there was a
wildness in his eyes that warned her not to. But it didn't
prevent her bursting into tears again.

"This is what little sluts like," Steve grunted, his fingers now
aggressively prising opening her labia and rubbing between them.
"That little girl on the video - she liked it didn't she? Liked
it when the man did this."

It was astounding. He had trouble convincing himself this was
actually happening; that he had tied up his daughter and now he
was gently probing the tiny slit of her vagina as she shuddered
and cried quietly.

"Looks to me, Missie, like you like it too. God! How could you
have turned out such a little whore? I'm gonna have to spend a
lotta time putting you right, young lady!"

He sat back on his ankles and examined the way he had opened
Terri so that her small dark hole gaped, practically begging for
something else, something much larger, to investigate within. He
closed his eyes. Get a grip, he told himself. There's no hurry.
Be patient, like you're making a buyer sweat on a deal. You got
her. She ain't going anywhere. Play your cards right and you can
have her any time you want. He looked again at the little dark
hole, set beneath the smooth pink of her baby cunt. Oh yes. It
was a prize worth waiting a while for.

First things first.

Steve stood up. He reached for the long wooden rule he had
fetched from the garage bench. Holding it up for his daughter to
see, between her knees, he smiled, but not in a nice way, not
like Daddy's smile when they're pleased with their good little
girls. He probably wouldn't use it on her tonight but she didn't
need to know that.

He wheeled her back in front of the desk.

"Next lesson. What we do to bad girls. Like you."

He deftly lined up another playlist: four clips of various
lengths, all to the same theme - young girls receiving a variety
of corporal punishment - paddles, canes and a particularly
satisfying spanking in which the young teen's ass visibly reddens
and puckers as she writhes about on her teacher's lap.

As Terri watched, Steve laid out the items on the pillow of her
bed and when she had seen the clips twice over, he untied her and
pulled her out of the chair and across the room.

"Tonight, I'm gonna be lenient - you know what that means?"

Awkwardly the small girl nodded, looking up at her Daddy with
wet, hollow eyes, and rubbing the sides of her arms where the
cord had bitten in. She had seen the things on her bed and now
her mouth was dry and she felt sick.

"You gonna be good about this?" he asked. She frowned.

"I can tie you up again, and I can put your panties in your mouth
to stop you hollerin' or else you can be good and do as you're
told and maybe I won't have to smack you so many times."

Terri's knees wobbled and she lost her balance and had to grab
the edge of the mattress.

"Daddy, pleeeeeeease!"

"OK!" he snapped. "We'll do it the hard way and we'll keep on
doing it the hard way every time 'til you learn what's good for
ya. Hold your hands out."

He wound the leather luggage strap around her wrists a few times
and buckled them up. At the back of his mind, he was already
compiling a list of things he would need to buy. If he was to
train her properly. His agile imagination had already considered
some of the options - converting the basement, or maybe that old
downtown lock-up that he had been trying to shift for years. He
grinned as he wondered if he could get S&M stuff small enough for
a nine-year-old.

"Please, Daddy, it hurts..."

He broke from his reverie and looked his little girl in the eye
and said oh so coldly, "Oh good. Very good. Then it's working and
you're learning. When it hurts, I'm happy. And believe me, you'll
learn to be happy that I'm happy. Got that?"

Terri's expression crumpled. She didn't want her Daddy here any
more - he wasn't the same lovely Daddy who bought her things and
hugged when she fell over and mended her computer when it broke.

But nor did she want Mom. Not with all that stuff showing on her
computer.

"Let me help ya understand," smirked Steve and grabbed hold of
her and dragged her little frame up the bed, until he could tie
off the ends of the luggage straps to the bed post. That would
keep her in place and keep her from getting away when he began.
He sat down on the bed next to her and hauled her slim body, face
down, over his thighs.

Jesus H Christ, this was unbelievable! Looking down at her
stick-thin naked body over his, feeling her warm skin under his
fingers.

Savouring the trembling and tasting her terror. His mind
dismissed her as his daughter. She was now his little plaything.

"Get used to this, Missie. From now on, we'll start each time
with a little spot of spanking, to concentrate your mind and
remind you just what a dirty, bad little girl you are."

Holding her firmly over his thighs, pressing the small of her
back, He landed the first slap on her wonderful, hard young ass.
Her back snapped straight and after an age-long pause, the most
delicious, pitiful, miserable little whine welled up inside her
and escaped from her lips.

"And you just remember how lucky you are it's only your Daddy who
knows about you and only your Daddy who loves you enough to teach
you about being a bad girl."

She squealed at the second slap - harder this time as he gauged
the effect and calibrated his swing.

"So say thank you to your loving Daddy."

She tried to say something but his hand had made contact with her
buttock again and she yelped. Her tiny, bony little body felt so
good, across his lap. He loved the way it rocked as her sobs
deepened and her belly pressed down on to his rock- hard cock.

After thirty slaps, both buns were tingling a deep rose pink.
Terri had stopped her squirming and lay limply over her Daddy's
thighs, her bound hands stretched up above her head, her head
flopped to one side, mouth fixed open in a tormented grimace, and
her flushed face wet from tears and perspiration, mucus and
saliva. Her throat, her lungs, her eyes: they all ached and her
backside was at the same time numb yet burning hot. And her young
mind was a black, exhausted, confused blur. She was a bad girl
wasn't she? She had made her Daddy crosser than she had ever
known and yet she could not understand why. But she had to be
bad. Daddy wouldn't be punishing her otherwise would he?

Automatically, she half-whispered the required response.

"Thank you, Daddy."

Steve flexed his fingers. His palm was also tingling, from the
repeated contact with the little girl's ass. By cupping his hand
slightly, he had found that he could smack almost the entire
surface of one hot little buttock with every stroke.

He rolled her off, down his legs and back on to the bed. Terri
sniffed and moaned.

"That's better."

He glanced at his watch. No need to hurry - he had all night if
he needed. The girl's leg was curled beneath her and he stared up
at her red ass and her neat pussy and yet another deep thrill
kneaded his guts.

******

Three months later...

Friday night. Diana was over at her Mother's as usual. Terri no
longer went with her, as Steve had successfully convinced his
wife that he needed to spend regular 'quality time' with their
daughter.

It was almost nine, and things were warming up well.

"Beer, Cunt!" Steve barked and the little girl scrambled to her
feet and scampered off to fetch a bottle of Bud from the coolbox.

She was used to the short length of chain connecting the ankle
cuffs by now, and she had perfected a rapid short-stepped run so
that she could show Daddy how obedient she was. And then he might
not use the nastiest things. Like that leather whip thing that
gave her red marks on the back of her legs and made her terrified
Mom might notice until they had subsided toward the end of the
weekend. Or the clips he put on her lower lips, that made her
eyes water, especially when he hung the little weights from them.

She passed him the bottle and he smiled.

"Set it up," he ordered, nodding at the computer.

Terri's heart skipped a beat. This was possibly the worst bit.

At least the first Fridays it was just she and Daddy. In the
attic, where he had set up another computer and put hooks in the
roof and tied her up and spanked her and paddled her ass and made
her talk dirty and ask him nicely to put things up her pussy, as
she watched more of those terrible movies.

But last week he had gone online and was talking to a man with a
thick accent and they had laughed a lot and when she was doing
that thing where he put his big red wiener in her mouth and she
had to suck it, Daddy had told her to smile for the camera and
she had seen the small round webcam and felt sick, knowing that
she was being watched.

"It's a request show tonight," chortled Steve, slugging the Bud.

"The boys get to pick what toys I'm gonna play with!"

Terri concentrated on the screen, waiting for the connection to
open. It was awkward to operate the keys and mouse with her
wrists cuffed tight together. She shivered and her naked body
became covered in goosebumps.

The first of tonight's tears scuttled down her cheek.