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   Punishing Bethany by Maxamm





   Story_intro: Bethany is a wild child from hell, with parents who never
believed in physical discipline.  Even causing the break-up of their
marriage is treated as a game.  But when the cops bring the uncontrollable
11 year old home, at a time when she should be in bed, her father decides
some old-fashioned discipline is long overdue.  If Bethany wants to talk
and dress like a whore, then daddy is going to treat her like a whore,
whether she likes it or not.

   ======This story is a work of fiction.========

   Punishing Bethany

   Written by Maxamm



   Bethany had always been a rebellious child.  From screaming toddler, she
had developed into full-blooded mini bitch from hell.  She might have been
my only daughter, but it was difficult to give unconditional love to a
child who displayed nothing but selfishness and bad manners.  By the time
she was eleven, she had been expelled from three schools, for bullying and
anti-social behavior.  It was around that time that my wife lost interest
in the wearying and never-ending battles with our offspring.  As Bethany
did not suffer from any medical condition that would explain her wildcat
behavior, we had to conclude that she was just a very nasty and spoiled
little girl.

   Linda and I were the kind of modern parents who prided ourselves on an
enlightened approach to parenthood that ruled out physical punishment. 
That was our big mistake.  If we had been more old fashioned, we might have
reared a little girl we could be proud of, rather than one who behaved like
the offspring of Satan.

   "It's not too late to begin enforcing some discipline," I said, as our
daughter stormed out at the end of yet another heated argument.

   "So, enforce it," Linda replied, without even looking up from her
magazine.

   Three months later, unable to take any more domestic disharmony, my wife
left me.  Typically, Bethany saw the breakup as a triumph.  With only one
parent around, she could do whatever she liked, especially as the parent in
question liked to talk tough, but had never backed up his words with
actions.  I reacted by turning my back on her.  I had given the ungrateful
little bitch eleven years of my life and all I had to show for my efforts
was the wreckage of my marriage and my self-respect.  From now on, she was
on her own.

   It was when the cops brought her home late one night that I was forced
to face reality.  Bethany had been wandering the streets, in a bad part of
town.  She hadn't committed any crime, but she was lucky it was the cops
who picked her up.  Before taking his leave, the Good Samaritan officer
delivered a fifteen-minute lecture on responsible parenting that made me
feel like the bad child.  Sitting in a corner of the kitchen, with the TV
turned up loud, Bethany smirked.

   "What's so funny?" I demanded, when the cop had left.

   "Dumb cops," my daughter sniggered.  "I wasn't doing nothing wrong."

   "Midnight is no time for an eleven year old girl to be walking the
streets," I told her.  "Especially dressed like that."

   "What's wrong with the way I'm dressed?" she demanded.

   "You look like a fucking whore!" I shouted.  "Do you want to get raped?"

   Bethany shrugged.  "It might be fun.  Anyway, what do you care?"

   "I'm your father," I snapped.  "And I don't like having the cops come
into my house and lecture me.  Turn off that goddamned TV while I'm talking
to you."

   "Daddy, go fuck yourself," my daughter retorted.

   For a moment, I was silenced.  Then, as she made for the doorway,
something inside me snapped.  Seizing her by the arm, I spun her around and
slapped her hard across the face.

   "You foul mouthed little bitch!" I snarled.

   "You hit me!" she shrieked.  "You hit me, you fucking asshole!"

   I drew back my hand and hit her again.  My daughter would never know how
close I came to killing her at that moment.

   "It's time you learned a little respect, girl," I retorted.

   "You'll be sorry!" Bethany cried, tears streaming down her reddened
cheeks.

   "No, you're the one who's going to be sorry," I corrected.  "I'm going
to do something I should have done a long time ago."

   "Let me go!" she yelled.  "Let me go, you fucker!"

   Bethany struggled like a wildcat, kicking, shrieking and flailing at me
with her free hand, but she was no match for eleven years of pent-up rage.
I hit her a few more times as I dragged her upstairs, not caring how much I
hurt her.

   Kicking open the door of her bedroom, I flung her onto the bed.  The
days of knocking and waiting for permission to enter my daughter's room
were gone, along with her days of playing the little tyrant in my own
house.

   She hit the bed with a shriek, her short pink dress riding up her bare
legs.  She was still in the mood to fight, but before she could recover, I
was pinning her down and ripping off her bright red leather jacket.

   "You like to look like a fucking whore?" I growled.  "Think you're
Britney fucking Spears, huh?"

   "Get off me, you fucking pervert!" she screamed.

   "What did you call me?" I demanded.

   "Fucking pervert!" she repeated.  "Don't you touch me, you fucking
prick!"

   "You sure have a way with words, honey," I grunted.  "Must be all that
good education your mother and I paid for.  Well, I'm about to teach you a
few things for free."

   Flinging Bethany's precious jacket to the floor, I pinned her down with
a knee in the small of her back and yanked her dress up over her ass. 
Underneath, she wore a pair of tiny, semi-transparent white lace panties
that most definitely did not belong on a girl of eleven.  I had never
before looked at my daughter in a sexual way.  But then, I had never before
punished her either.  If I had spanked that ass when she was a little girl,
she might not be in this position now.

   Feeling me grab at the waistband of her panties, she struggled with
every remaining ounce of her strength.  Had she submitted and begged for
mercy, I might have relented.  But Bethany could only shriek and spit
curses, further stoking my rage.

   I started to pull her panties down, when she lashed out, raking her
fingernails down my right cheek and almost gouging my eye out.  If there
had been any hope of me regaining my self-control, before I caused her a
serious injury, it vanished when I felt the warmth of blood trickling down
my cheek.

   Roaring like a wild animal, I hit Bethany across the back of the head,
then lifted her up and flung her to the floor.  The impact took her breath
away and temporarily stunned her.  Before she could recover, I tore off her
panties.  Then, rolling her onto her face, I used her lacy underwear to
bind her wrists behind her back.

   Looking at my eleven-year-old daughter lying helpless on the floor,
hands trussed and ass bare, I felt my cock strain against my trousers.  I
hadn't had a drink all night, but I couldn't have been more crazed if I had
drunk a bottle of bourbon.

   "Wake up, honey," I growled, rolling her onto her back with my right
boot.

   I stared at her preteen pussy.  The pink slit was framed with a light
growth of blonde curls.  Had she been picked up by someone other than the
cops tonight, that sweet cunt would have made some sick bastard a very
happy man.

   "You think it might be fun to be raped?" I murmured.

   Bethany groaned and started to rise.  I helped her to her feet by
grabbing a fistful of her long blonde hair and yanking her to her high
heels.  Even with a bleeding lip and bruised face, she was a very
attractive young girl.  If anything, she had never looked more attractive.

   "Got anything else to say to me?" I demanded.

   "Stop this, daddy!" she whimpered, struggling against her bonds. 
"Please!"

   "What was that last word?" I hissed.

   "Please!" she sobbed, tears streaming down her face.  "Don't hurt me,
daddy.  Please!"

   I wrenched her hair more forcefully.  "So, you can say please!  My
little girl knows other words, apart from fuck and shit and suchlike.  Pity
you didn't remember your manners earlier.  Pity you couldn't be a nice
little girl before you tore our family apart.  If it weren't for you, I'd
still be a happily married man.  If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have the
cops coming into my home, telling me I was an irresponsible parent.  You
thought that was funny, if I remember correctly.  Was it funny?  Do you
enjoy humiliating me?"

   "No, daddy," Bethany sobbed.

   "No, of course not!" I spat.  "You're a good little girl.  That's why
you walk the streets, looking like a whore."

   I wasn't in the mood for further debate.  Flinging Bethany back onto the
bed, I tore off her dress.  Though she had not yet developed to the stage
where she needed a bra, she still wore a sexy little number that matched
her panties.  Pulling it off was just as easy.

   "You're a very pretty girl, Bethany," I said, allowing my eyes to roam
freely over her naked body.  "Are you still a virgin?"

   "What?"

   I grabbed the nipple of her tiny left breast and twisted.  "Answer the
question, honey.  Daddy's not playing mister nice guy anymore.  Have you
been fucked?"

   "Yes!" she sobbed.

   "When?" I twisted her nipple harder.  "Answer me, you little slut?"

   "A few weeks ago," she screamed.  "I only did it once."

   "With who?  What was the name of the guy?"

   "He said his name was Bill," Bethany answered.  "He was just some guy I
met at the mall."

   "You fucked with a complete stranger?"

   My daughter nodded.

   "How old was he?"

   "I........, I dunno.  About your age maybe.  Daddy, you're hurting me!"

   "I know," I replied.  "And I'm going to go on hurting you until you tell
me all about this Bill.  I want to know why you went with him and what you
did with him."

   "It's none of your business," Bethany cried.

   "None of my business!" I snapped.  "I'm your father - remember?  That
makes it my business."

   Straightening up, I unbuckled my belt and slid it from the loops in my
trousers.  Bethany made a desperate attempt to escape, but I grabbed her
and turned her onto her belly.  Then, holding her down with one hand, I
raised the belt high and brought it cracking down across her buttocks.

   The thick leather strip burned a line of fire across her quivering,
creamy cheeks and she responded with a shriek of pain.  I paused for a
second, before striking her again.

   My daughter continued to kick and scream as I laid the belt repeatedly
across her ass, thrashing her the color of sunburn.  I struck her at least
twenty times and every scorching lash was more gratifying than the
previous.

   "Want to tell me about your pedophile boyfriend now?" I demanded.  "Or
do I have to whip you until you bleed?"

   "He wasn't my boyfriend," Bethany sobbed.  "I told you................."


   "He was just some guy you met in the mall," I finished.  "I want to know
why you let him fuck you and I have all night to make you tell me."

   "Money!" she shrieked.  "He paid me."

   "How much?"

   "Three hundred dollars."

   At that moment, I felt such contempt for my naked and crying daughter
that I could have wrapped my bare hands around her neck and strangled her.
Fortunately, I managed to hold the murderous urge in check.

   "So, this is what my little girl has become," I said, my voice
trembling. "An underage whore, prepared to sell her virginity for three
hundred dollars.  When you were born, Bethany, I had such high hopes for
you.  You were such a beautiful child and you were going to make me so
proud.  But daddy's little angel is nothing more than a filthy, cheap cunt.
Garbage - that's what you are." I spat on her reddened buttocks.  "That's
how proud you've made me."

   "You never gave a shit about me," she shrieked.  "Neither of you did.  I
hate you both!"

   "Were you looking for business tonight, when the cops picked you up?" I
demanded.  "Were you looking to sell your ass to another kerb crawling
pedophile?"

   "No," she cried.  "I was just walking."

   I hit her with the belt again.  "Lying little bitch.  Where did this
generous john take you?  I presume he didn't fuck you right there in the
mall."

   "He took me to a motel," Bethany answered.

   "And what did he do to you?"

   "He fucked me!" she yelled.  "You know how a guy fucks a girl, don't
you, daddy?"

   "I want to know how a guy fucks MY little girl!" I roared, lashing her
with the belt again.  "Tell me about it, or so help me, I'll thrash your
ass to mincemeat."

   In between sobs and shrieks, Bethany told me the entire sordid story.

   In the room of a sleazy motel, the guy named Bill had given her a few
swigs of whisky from a hip flask, to help loosen her inhibitions.  While
she performed a striptease for him, he sat back on the bed, playing with
his cock.  Once the eleven-year-old whore was naked, her client removed his
clothes.  Then, he pushed her down onto the bed and licked her pussy, while
she sucked his cock.

   "Did you enjoy that?" I asked.

   "Yeah, daddy, I enjoyed it," she replied defiantly.  "I always enjoy
sucking cock."

   "What does that mean?"

   "Bill wasn't the first guy I gave a blowjob to," my daughter answered.
"I've been sucking cock since I was nine and I loved it even then."

   "You're lying," I growled.

   Bethany glared at me, tears and snot streaming down her freckled face.
"Why would I lie to you, daddy?  You wanted the truth, so now I'm telling
you everything.  I've sucked dozens of guys cocks.  I've sucked boys in
school, guys I met at the mall, even guys who just picked me up off the
street."

   "You did this for money?"

   "Sometimes.  Sometimes I did it just cos I liked a guy."

   "Nine years old," I murmured, struggling to get my head around the utter
depravity that surrounded my daughter.  "Are you proud of what you've done
to yourself?  Are you?"

   "Yes, dad, I'm proud of it," she spat.  "That makes you sick, doesn't
it? So why don't you just kick me out of the house and forget about me?"

   "Still trying to call the shots, huh?" I responded.  "You're going
nowhere, honey.  Daddy's in charge now.  Let's get back to your story.  You
and Bill.  It was just getting interesting."

   Bethany wasn't keen on sharing any further explicit details, but a few
more lashes of the belt changed her mind.

   She had given Bill a good blowjob, but that wasn't what he had paid
three hundred dollars for.  If that was all he had wanted, it would have
cost him fifty.

   Like a good little whore, Bethany had lain back and opened her legs. 
The pedophile lay on top of her, holding her down by the shoulders as he
took her cherry.  Despite the whisky, she still felt the pain of his
penetration.

   She lay there on the crumpled sheets, calling him "daddy", while he
fucked her.  When he was finished, he wiped himself clean, put on his
clothes and tossed a handful of bills onto the bed.  He didn't even look at
her again, before leaving.

   "Did he use a condom?" I asked.

   "No," Bethany answered.

   "So he could have made you pregnant."

   "I'm not pregnant, daddy.  I checked."

   "Well, aren't you a clever girl!" I sneered.  "A real smart little
whore. How much do you think your pussy is worth now?  It's lost some
value, now you're not a virgin anymore.  You think a hundred would cover
it?"

   "Daddy, you're crazy," she cried.

   She was probably right.  But if I was crazy, there was only one person
to blame and she was right where I wanted her.

   "I've got a hard-on and I want to fuck you," I said, unzipping my
trousers.  "How much?"

   "No, daddy!" Bethany cried.

   "Do I get a family discount?" I persisted, pulling my pants halfway down
my hips.  "After all, when you call me daddy, you won't have to pretend."

   "You can't do this!" she shrieked.

   She made another attempt to escape, but I grabbed an ankle and pulled
her back.  Then, I tugged my underpants down over my balls and engorged
cock.  An hour earlier, I would never have even contemplated raising a hand
in anger to my daughter.  Now, I was ready to rape her.

   "What's the matter, honey?" I demanded.  "Don't you like a hard cock
anymore?"

   "Daddy, please!  Please don't do it!" Bethany wailed.

   "You're going to suck daddy's cock," I said, stroking my boner with my
free hand.  "You're going to do everything you did for that Bill and you're
going to do it for free.  Now your mother's gone, you're all I have left."

   My daughter was never going to submit willingly, no matter how hard I
beat her.  But taking her by force would be an even greater pleasure.

   Grabbing a handful of her long, blonde hair, I used it as a rope to
tether her to the head of the bed.  Now, there was no possibility of her
escaping.  I was free to do as I pleased with her.

   "Scream all you like, honey," I told her.  "Nobody can hear you but me.
Now, I'll ask you nicely one more time.  Are you going to suck daddy's
cock?"

   "Fuck off, you maniac!" Bethany shrieked.

   "Have it your way," I replied.  "I'll be back in a few minutes."

   When I returned from a hasty trip downstairs, my daughter was still
struggling to free herself from her bondage.  My red rage had given way to
a cold sense of devilish purpose that she would have even more reason to
fear.

   Without saying a word, I lit a fat, stubby candle and placed it
carefully on top of the bedside locker.  Then, I began to strip.  Bethany
ceased her struggles, eyes widening in fear.  She started to scream at me
again, but I ignored her.  I had wasted enough time talking and
threatening.

   As soon as I was naked, I picked up the candle and tilted it over my
daughter.  Scalding wax dripped onto her right breast and she responded
with a shriek of pain.

   "Stop it!" she howled.

   "You want me to stop, you know what to do," I responded, stroking my
hard-on.

   Bethany might have been a foul-mouthed, rebellious little slut, but the
thought of sucking her own father's cock still filled her with revulsion.
However, a few minutes of fiery torture was more than she could bear.  The
blobs of solidified wax were like splashes of semen on her small breasts.

   "I'll do it," she sobbed.

   I smiled.  "I knew you'd see it my way.  Tell me what you're going to
do. Say it!"

   "I'm going to suck your cock, daddy," she murmured.

   "Beg for it, you dirty little bitch!" I shouted.  "Beg for daddy's
cock."

   Bethany started to cry, sobs wracking her body.  But if she thought she
was going to receive any sympathy from me, she was making a big mistake.  I
lowered the candle to her left breast, touching the flickering flame to her
nipple.  She shrieked again, jolting like she had been given a high voltage
shock.

   "Beg for my cock," I growled.

   "Give me your cock, daddy," she sobbed.  "I want to suck it.  Please let
me suck your big cock."

   Though she was only saying what I wanted to hear, in the hope of being
spared further pain, her sobbing pleas thrilled the sadist in me.  Holding
the candle in readiness, I climbed onto the bed and rubbed my stiff member
against her wet face.  Bethany shut her eyes, but all I needed open was her
mouth.

   "Oh yes, daddy likes that!" I breathed, sliding my throbbing shaft
between her lips.  "That's my baby!"

   As my daughter began deep throating my full seven inches, it was obvious
she was indeed a preteen pro cocksucker.  Her mouth was tight and very wet
and the tears and mucus running down her face dribbled over my thrusting
rod.

   I showed no mercy, using my cock like a battering ram on her throat.  I
was doing everything I had always regarded as unspeakable and it felt
wonderful.

   "Suck that fucker, you little slut cunt!" I grunted, my balls smacking
her chin.  "Suck up daddy's cum.  Fuck you!"

   Obscenities spewed like vomit as my lust built to an unbridled frenzy. I
pulled Bethany's hair and clawed at her breasts, reveling in her torture.
The more she hated what I was doing to her, the more I enjoyed it.

   Finally, feeling the surge of my climax, I buried my cock to the hilt
between her lips and twisted her ears as I disgorged my hot, thick load
down her throat.  She started to choke, but I could not have cared less. 
My cock continued to spit against her tonsils, until every last drop was
spent.

   I left my daughter tied to the bed, sobbing and hacking, cum foaming
rabid from her mouth, while I went downstairs for a beer.

   Now that I could reflect calmly on what had happened, I was surprised by
how good I felt.  It was like I had cast off an invisible ball and chain
and regained my manhood.  It wasn't right that a man should live in fear of
his adolescent daughter.  If Bethany had learned to behave like a normal
human being, I would never have subjected her to such an ordeal.  But she
had taken everything her mother and I could give her and spat it back in
our faces.  No matter what the consequences of this night, she would never
hear me say sorry.

   I finished two beers, then returned upstairs, with a fresh appetite for
sadistic pleasure.

   Bethany wasn't struggling anymore.  She had drawn her knees up to her
chest and was sobbing softly.  Had her hands not been tied, she might even
have been sucking her thumb.

   "Did you think daddy had left you?" I asked.

   "Please, daddy..............., d........  don't hurt me............ 
anymore!" she sobbed.  "I'll do what............, whatever you wa.........
want!"

   "A little obedience at last," I smiled, raising the knife in my right
hand.

   My daughter screamed, but all I cut was the hair rope binding her to the
head of the bed.  Then, I tossed the knife to the floor and gripped the
weapon I did intend to stick her with.

   Whatever she was expecting, it wasn't to be used as a toilet.  She
squealed and spluttered as I urinated over her, aiming a generous measure
of my amber stream over her face.  Piss splashed over her body and drenched
the sheets beneath her.  With the wall against the opposite side of her
bed, there was nowhere to run.

   I emptied my bladder, shook the last droplets over Bethany's face, then
grabbed her soft, blonde pubic hair in my right fist.

   "I guess you're too young to be using birth control," I mused, tugging
on her light thatch.

   Bethany whimpered and nodded.

   "Then we have a problem," I continued.  "See, I want to fuck you, but I
don't have any condoms.  And I sure as hell don't want you getting
pregnant. What do you suggest?"

   "Don't do it, daddy," she pleaded.  "I'll be a good girl.  I swear!"

   "You can be as good or as bad as you want to be," I replied.  "That
doesn't alter the fact that I'm going to fuck you.  If I can't do it the
old fashioned way, it seems there's only one alternative.  I'm going to
have to fuck my little whore up the ass."

   "No!" Bethany cried.  "Daddy, no!"

   "Oh yes," I corrected.  "At least you've saved one cherry for me."

   My daughter continued to beg for mercy as I rifled through the contents
of her dressing table for something to use as a lubricant.  I decided a
half-empty jar of hair gel would do just fine.

   After I had slapped some of the cold gunge over my hard-on, I rolled
Bethany onto her stomach.  Planting a knee on the small of her back, I
pinned her in position.  By then, she was becoming hoarse from screaming.
But she still managed a few loud shrieks as I smeared a blob of gel over
the puckered rim of her anus, then rammed two fingers into the tight virgin
orifice.

   "Does that hurt?" I demanded.

   "Owwwwwwwwwwooooooooooo...........!  she screamed. 
"Stop......................., aggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh................, daddy!"

   I buried my fingers to the lower knuckle, greasing and stretching her
shithole for an even more painful invasion.  Her agonized protests only got
me more fired up.

   After a few minutes of this torture, I withdrew my brown stained fingers
and wiped them on her whip scorched ass.  Then, without further
preliminaries, I forced her legs wide apart and lowered myself onto her.

   Rubbing my cock head over the slit of her cunt, I was briefly tempted to
change direction, but it wasn't worth the risk.  Besides, forcible sodomy
seemed a more appropriate punishment.

   Bethany emitted a long, guttural howl of pain as my bone hard cock split
her in two.  I drove it like a stake into her anus, impaling her to the
hilt.

   "Oh Jesus, that feels good!" I moaned, luxuriating in the hot, slick
tightness of her virginal canal.

   The ensuing fifteen minutes were as horrible for my daughter as they
were blissful for me.  I raped her eleven-year-old ass like a wild animal
on heat, pumping hard until I was close to climax, then pausing to recover
my self-control.  I was glad I had forced her to suck me off already, as
this particular pleasure deserved to be prolonged and savored.  No matter
how many times I raped her in the future, or in how many ways, I knew it
would never again feel this good.

   I stretched, ripped and battered her asshole with my pounding cock,
before finally shooting her bowels full of hot cream.  At the same time as
I spewed my load, my daughter lost control of her bladder.  The warmth of
her piss gushing over my balls ensured the most exquisite climax of my
life.

   Bethany was weeping like a baby, her will to fight having been utterly
sapped.  I slumped on top of her, my cock still snug in her asshole.  I
almost felt sorry for the terrible things I had done to my daughter. 
Almost!

   "Now you know what happens to bad little girls," I panted.  "Now you
know what it's like to be a whore!"





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