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Cathy's Spanking (Mf, inc, ped)
by Oldster (Address withheld by request)
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A story about the first time I spanked my daughter. Very
erotic...
***
I want to tell you a true story about my Daughter's first
spanking at her father's hands. I know, I know, you've
heard that "true story" crap before, right? Well, if it
helps you to believe this is fiction, go ahead, I won't
mind at all...
I was a very stupid, horny, irresponsible teenager. Many
sad stories start that way, and my case is (I suppose)
not particularly different from most that start that way.
I was 18 and filled with hormones when I married a 14-
year-old girl. I was living in Louisiana at the time,
having made a mess of my life back home in Corpus
Christi, Texas. You see, I thought I was a real hot shot.
I got hooked up at the age of 16 with a crowd that dealt
drugs. It was mostly marihuana, but some pills and acid
too.
It was 1973, and over the next two years I got in a lot
of trouble that culminated in my being arrested at the
age of 18 with 15 lbs of pot in my car. Fortunately, the
legal system was even more a mess back then and marijuana
didn't have quite the same impact legally as it does now,
and long story short, I was released on a technicality.
My Dad immediately shipped me off to Louisiana to live
with my Sister. There is where I met my wife to be.
Margaret was a sweet girl. She was not particularly
pretty, but she was so empathetic that she could have had
any male she wanted. I had actually met her the summer
before all this happened when I was visiting (on my way
through town with a load of pot in the trunk).
We began seeing each other and having sex the very week
we met. We fit together. I was a Virgin when we met at
17. I know, it was 1973, and no one was a virgin at that
age. Well, I was! As I said, we fit together sexually,
emotionally, and because I was such a screw up, we were
at about the same level of maturity as well. After my
"disgrace" with the big pot bust, we resumed our affair
immediately.
Now, I'm sure you already see this coming, so I won't
drag it out. The day dawned soon when she announced her
"condition". Yes, she was pregnant. It was like a bucket
of cold water in the face, for sure and I immediately
grabbed at the first impulse to pop into my naive mind.
Yes, gentle reader, that's right, I asked her to marry
me. She of course accepted and her mother began looking
for a judge that would issue a marriage license.
We went to courthouses in 3 parishes before we found one
that would issue the license. I wondered at the time why
her mother was working so hard to help us get married. I
found out later, trust me! Everyone I knew except her and
her mother tried like hell to convince me that I was
making a mistake.
Even her own father sat me down and told me, "Boy, I
won't stop you, but if you marry that girl you're a
goddamned fool!"
I of course became more and more determined every time
someone tried to get me to see reality, so I soon found
myself sitting in the doctor's office after our
examinations, when he turns to Margaret and says, "By the
way, the pregnancy test was negative, you are not
pregnant."
Now, at this point, I am sure any intelligent, reasonable
boy that age would have bolted out that door and ran for
the hills thanking God the entire way for letting him off
the hook and promising to NEVER, NEVER, EVER do anything
that stupid again, right? WRONG!!!! I had made a
commitment, and I think I honestly believed the right
thing to do was to marry the girl I had "dishonored". I
felt I owed it to her. Looking back, I suspect it had
more to do with my legendary stubbornness, but that's
several other stories, so never mind.
The week of the wedding arrived, and my parents came to
town. Dad also tried to talk some sense into me, but to
no avail. I was determined. We were married. My Dad even
officiated at the wedding. (He is a minister, now retired
at the age of 81) Looking back, I realize now that the
cloud over the ceremony and the pathetic little reception
afterwards was a kind of mourning.
Everyone there except Margaret, her mother, and I was
aware of the terrible aspects of the act we were
committing, and no one had the heart to "enjoy" the
celebration. They all knew in their hearts that this
would lead to heartbreak, misery, and lost opportunities
for Margaret, myself, and any children we had. In short,
they all knew that we were children making a life-
destroying mistake. They were right, as you will see.
As I said earlier, Margaret was incredibly empathetic.
She seemed to know instinctively what I was feeling when
we made love, and she always knew what to do to get me
worked up. I have never to this day been with a woman or
girl that satisfied me and made it possible for me to
satisfy her as well. I doubt that I ever will. Margaret
was a once in a lifetime experience.
Sex with Margaret was a powerful experience. We always
climaxed together and she is to this day the only girl I
have ever continued fucking after climaxing all the way
to a 2nd climax without stopping. Of course, I was also
only 18 then, and had a lot more energy than I do now,
but still, I believe Margaret's innocent sexiness was the
main reason. Yes, I said innocent. That's what she was.
Oh, she fucked like a mink, and had a lot of imagination
and almost no inhibitions, but she was innocent. Innocent
in the way that only a sweet teenaged girl can be. I cry
a little every time I think of those days. We were
genuinely happy. I believe that for my part, I loved her.
But time wounds all heals, as they say, and soon our
happy little life began to yield to the real world. I was
unemployed when we married, and had little money. I soon
found work in a convenience store, and we moved into a
little cabin on her Dad's property. It was a converted
garage behind her parent's mobile home.
Margaret had begun to throw away her birth control pills.
She knew that I looked at them every day to make sure the
proper pills were missing, so she flushed them and told
me she had taken her pill. Since they were always missing
when I checked, I thought no more about it.
Margaret wanted a baby. I wanted to wait until I had some
money and try to be at least a little more responsible
than before. Since we fucked 3 or 4 times a day, and took
no precautions, she was soon pregnant. I got mad when I
found out, and she admitted that she had not been taking
the pills. What a mess!
About that time, I lost my job. One of the other clerks
abruptly left for parts unknown just before our annual
inventory, and guess what? We were short! They gave all
of us polygraphs, and during mine, my sordid drug dealing
past came up. I was unceremoniously dismissed. I spent a
lot of time looking for other work, with no luck.
Finally, I found a job in Missouri at a hotel where a
cousin of mine worked, and I announced I was going to go,
start work, find a place, and send for her. Margaret and
her parents both agreed that this would be a good idea,
as the job paid unusually well. Off I went, and after a
couple months, I saved up the money, rented a house, and
sent for Margaret.
At this point she announced, "Momma says you wouldn't
have left me if you loved me. I'm not coming." I was
devastated. I shouted at her and hung up the phone. I
felt betrayed. I know, I know... I should have realized
what was happening, but I didn't. I irrationally expected
my 14-year-old wife to know better and I decided to let
her stay down there and simmer. I believed she would
eventually come crawling. Stupid, huh?
October came, and Margaret was 6 months pregnant. My job
in Missouri had fallen apart, and I was now in Wichita,
Ks. I was working at an aircraft parts company and doing
ok. Then the call came. Margaret had gone into labor and
had delivered our baby. Cathy was born on October 25th,
1975. She was 3 months premature, weighed 1 lb, 10 oz,
and almost died. I jumped on a plane and went down there.
We reconciled, and moved back to my hometown of Corpus
Christi. After almost losing my little girl at birth, I
was determined to make everything right. We soon moved to
Austin, where I worked for a gasoline distributor. Soon
Margaret was homesick and announced that she wanted to go
home to visit her mother. I put her on a plane with the
understanding that she would return with Cathy in two
weeks.
Fate has a way of tweaking you in the most unusual ways,
however. Half way through this time my Grandfather died.
My Dad went to Wichita to bury him and proceeded to have
a heart attack of his own. Once again, I jumped on a
plane and found myself standing at my Dad's bedside near
death. I called Margaret that night and asked her to come
to Wichita so my Dad could see his granddaughter. At this
unfortunate moment, Margaret proceeded to inform me that
her mother said I couldn't really love her if I kept
moving her to places so far away from her loving family
and that if I didn't agree to move back to Louisiana, she
wasn't going to come to Wichita and bring Cathy to see
her Grandpa.
I was absolutely incensed! I told her that if she wasn't
on that plane in the morning, not to ever bother calling
me again. We were through. "If you are so cold and self-
centered that you pick a time like this to give me that
shit, then go fuck yourself!" I was royally pissed. To
this day, I've never been that mad at another human
being. I will never forgive her for that, and she knows
it. Our marriage was completely over. Done. Finito.
Since she didn't show up, it was in fact over. I kept my
word, and ignored her pleas to reconcile. For the next 8
years, I saw Cathy 3 times, never overnight, and she
hardly knew me. Margaret proceeded to fuck every living
male within 100 miles and between 1976 and 1985 she had 4
more kids, all by different fathers. Some of these guys
were convicts, some drunks, and one was over 50 years
old.
Margaret had become a major slut. She also kept her
married name and attached it to each of her kids as they
came along. The whole world knew they were bastards, but
Margaret gamely continued to offer complicated scenarios
that showed I was the Daddy. I was over 1000 miles away
when each was conceived, but she would tell people that I
had visited and the one time we did it, she caught. After
4 times, she became the town laughing stock. They all saw
her running around with all the guys, saw them leaving
her place early in the mornings, and the kids didn't look
much like each other. I was unaware of a lot of this, but
not surprised when I found out.
The day finally came in 1984 when I felt the urge to
become involved in Cathy's life. I had spent all these
years hiding from women. The opportunities I passed up
during those years when I was in my prime are a cause of
a lot of regret and pain in my psyche, I promise you. I'm
45 years old now, and I never re-married.
There were a lot of reasons for this, but mostly what
started out as my fear of getting hurt like that again
turned into habit, and I was semi-celibate. I had a few
relationships, furtive, unsatisfying, and self-deceptive.
None of them worked out of course, and I remained mostly
alone. I still am to this day. I date a lot more these
days, but I haven't found real happiness yet.
When I re-introduced myself into my daughter's life, I
wanted to jump into a full-fledged father-daughter
relationship. It seemed that Cathy wanted that too, and
Margaret was more than happy to have me around. To her
credit, she tried to do her best for her kids in those
days, she just couldn't get enough dick and as a result
she couldn't forge a stable home life for them. Men kept
coming and going and the kids had to adjust. It wasn't
pretty.
Over the next few years, I would come and get Cathy and
take her on trips, or just take her home for a long
visit. We were pretty happy, but Cathy would occasionally
act up. It was natural; she was 9-years-old, and 9-year-
old's act up. I explained to her what I expected of her
many times. I could deal with anything she did but I
warned her never to lie to me. I told her the only thing
I would ever spank her for was that. I stuck to that. In
all the years she was growing up, I only spanked her 4
times, and each one was for lying to me.
I didn't fully understand then how living in a household
with a mother who lied constantly to everyone would
affect Cathy's moral compass. She saw her mother lie her
way out of trouble time and time again. I think Cathy had
long before decided that this was acceptable. I never
shook her of that, and it has been the source of much
pain in our lives.
One day, Cathy came in from playing without her watch. My
sister had bought her this cheap little watch. It wasn't
worth much, and no one would have blamed her for ruining
it. Cathy didn't understand that though. When I
questioned her about the watch, she said that she had
fallen in the creek and it had filled up with water and
stopped working.
What she didn't know was that I had found it under the
sofa earlier that morning in pieces. She had apparently
stepped on it. I had not planned on punishing her at all;
I was just going to admonish her about taking better care
of her things. But she had lied to me. Damn! She had
gracelessly jumped from the frying pan right into the
damn fire.
I knew I had to live up to my word to spank her for
lying. I didn't want to, I had never done so before that
day and had hoped I wouldn't have to. Now I was faced
with it. It had to be done. My family had believed in
spanking, so I considered it to be a normal, healthy
discipline measure. I still do. It worked for me, and
I've seen it work for others.
The problem is that for it to work, it has to be applied
consistently, by both parents, in an evenhanded fashion.
Margaret wasn't so rational and she often was capricious
in her punishment. As a result, Cathy only learned that
spanking was something that was done when the parent was
mad, not something done to teach her to behave. The
result was that she learned nothing from them and they
were worse than ineffective as a result. I have shed many
tears over the last few years because I didn't understand
all this back then.
I pulled Cathy into my arms and kissed her brow. I told
her that I knew where her watch was and that she had just
lied to me. I explained to her that I wasn't mad, hadn't
been mad when I found the watch, and up until she lied to
me she hadn't been in any trouble at all. I saw
realization dawn in her eyes and she began to cry softly.
Her Daddy who was more of a playmate to her than a parent
was going to spank her!
I explained to her how I feel about lying, and why she
was about to get a spanking. I took her hand and led her
into the bedroom. I closed the door, and sat down on the
edge of the bed. She came and stood in front of me and
began to plead her case. She promised never to lie to me
again, and said she would be very good from now on, but
please don't spank me! I told her I was sure she was
sorry, but her transgression called for a stern
punishment. I explained to her that I was going to give
her 30 swats on her bottom and told her to place herself
over my knee.
At this point, I need to explain what happened next.
Margaret had always given her children spankings in a
manner that I wasn't familiar with. Margaret always made
them strip naked before receiving their spankings. I
doubt that Margaret had actually thought about it, I
never asked, but I strongly suspect that the only reason
she did it that way was that was how her father had done
it. We do tend to repeat our parents patterns, don't we?
So, imagine my stunned reaction when Cathy, without
saying another word, proceeded to pull her dress over her
head! I had seen her naked before, what father hasn't?
But I had NEVER considered actually touching her when in
that state!
Nevertheless, she then proceeded to pull her panties down
to her ankles and straighten up. She was waiting for me
to place her over my knee. Here she was, Naked as the day
she was born, she was tall for her age, about 5 ft. She
was very thin and willowy. Her skin was the color of milk
from her toes to her blushing face. Her little titties
were just beginning to form and her hips were still those
of a boy.
There wasn't the slightest hair from her neck down to her
toes including her genitals. Her little bottom was very
round and firm. Her short blonde hair was curly and she
smelled of strawberry scented shampoo. Her legs were very
long and shapely and her thighs were so soft and round
that I just lost myself staring at her.
When my eyes focused on her sex, I immediately felt an
urge to reach out and touch it. My own 9-year-old,
preteen, virgin, untouched, perfect sweet daughter was
sexually arousing me! The realization was like a slap
across the face with a board. I nearly gave in when I
realized why we were here. I knew I couldn't act on the
urges coursing through me and I was immensely embarrassed
and shamed by my reaction.
I have been told since that it isn't really all that
unusual, but I was ashamed at the time. I took her hands
and pulled her to me. I placed her over my knee with her
sweet little bottom pointing at the ceiling. She was
crying in earnest now, and I was too. I am glad she
couldn't see me, because if she had, I am sure she could
have talked me out of the spanking easily! I think she
felt the erection in my pants against her tummy, but she
didn't react. I placed my hand on her bottom, and just
let it lay there. I gently told Cathy that I loved her
and that I was going to spank her for her own good, what
she had done gave me no choice.
I placed my arm across her back to prevent her from
interfering and raised my hand. The first blow was
frankly not very impressive. It seemed that I just
couldn't hit her hard enough. I am sure that if she had
wailed and carried on I would have thought I was hurting
her, but she didn't react. I brought my hand down on her
other cheek harder this time and she let out a yip. I
began spanking her in earnest now, alternating from cheek
to cheek until she was wailing, pleading, kicking her
legs and trying to levitate off my lap.
Halfway through the spanking I paused and she begged me
to stop. She said she would do anything if I would stop.
The thoughts that went through my mind at that point were
quite depraved. You see, I had discovered the incredibly
erotic aspect of having a squirming, naked, preteen
virginal girl on your lap while you turn her bottom
cherry red with your own bare hand. I was on fire! My
cock was hard as a rock and felt like it would explode!
It was at that moment that I noticed a wetness forming on
my leg under her sex. The odor of arousal was so strong
in the room that it was like inhaling a drug to me. My
mind reeled with the erotic sensations running through my
body. I was young and stupid, but I knew what that
wetness meant. My own precious daughter was becoming
sexually aroused by my actions! The impact of that was
nearly enough to make me pass out! I came in my pants!
I decided that this had to end before it went too far, so
I resumed the spanking. I alternated from one cheek to
the other, and finished her 30 swats as quickly as I
could. When I stopped, I released her from my lap, and
she sat back down in my lap and hugged me closely to her
sobbing. I could actually feel the heat of her abused
bottom on my leg and as I looked down between her legs, I
saw the huge wet spots on my pants. One was from her
arousal, and the other was from my creaming my pants
moments before. We were a mess!
I looked at her pussy lips and saw them absolutely
drenched with her arousal. My mind nearly snapped! Cathy
was still sobbing into my chest, and I was holding her
trying to soothe her. I whispered how much I loved her
and how sorry I was that she was hurting. I asked her to
promise me that she would never lie to me again. She did
so, through her sobs. I held her away from me and kissed
her on the lips softly. I kissed the tears from her
cheeks and stroked her back with one had while stroking
her thighs with the other. I don't know why I did it, but
I then began to lick her face softly.
It was the most erotic thing I've ever done in my entire
life, and to this day I've never done that to another
person. I don't think I could. My hard-on returned
immediately and Her breathing began to speed up. I moved
my hand up to her chest and began lightly pinching her
nipples and stroking her titties while I kissed her
again. This time, I touched her lips with my tongue and
to my amazement, her mouth opened! Our tongues met and we
began a very passionate deep kiss. This lasted for about
2 or three minutes until I lowered my hand down and
touched her little cunny. My finger traveled up and down
her soft, wet little slit until it sank in to the first
knuckle.
I continued fingering her while I kissed her for a long
time. I don't really remember how long. I was in a dream.
Her arms went around my neck and she began running her
hands through my hair. I heard a little mewling whimper
from her and I melted! I lay back on the bed and pulled
her on top of me never breaking the kiss. I slid her up
onto the bed and began kissing her entire body from her
forehead to her feet. I traveled up and down her body
kissing, licking, nibbling, and loving her sweet body.
This went on for several minutes until I finally found
myself staring at her soaked pussy.
I pulled her legs apart and lowered my face to her sex.
She was writhing on the bed mewling, whimpering, and
grunting as I began to slowly lick her sex from her
asshole to her clit and back slowly, teasingly, stopping
now and then to blow gently on her pussy. This drove her
wild and she grabbed my head and forced my face up
against her pussy. I licked up to the top of her slit and
found her clit. It was very large! My daughter's clit was
at least 3/4 of an inch long and hard just like a little
penis! I was amazed!
I sucked it into my mouth and began to flick my tongue
back and forth across it. Cathy simply fell apart! She
began to moan, grunt, and gyrate her hips wildly on the
bed. Her head was flopping back and forth and her
breathing was very ragged. Suddenly, her back arched, her
legs flew apart and she screamed out her orgasm. It was
astounding! I have always gotten as much pleasure out of
hearing a woman climax as I got out of almost anything
else I did sexually. It arouses me incredibly!
Cathy had the longest and hardest orgasm I had ever
witnessed right there on that bed. This entranced me, and
my only thought at that point was my need to experience
this again so I began working on her sex again. It wasn't
long until she was coming in my mouth again. I knew I was
going to have her. There was simply nothing else I could
do. Animal passions had taken over my mind, and this was
simply going to happen. Cathy didn't know anything about
sex at all. All she knew was that she was having feelings
that she never imagined and she loved it. She was as lost
in this passion as I was. She wanted more, and I was
going to give it to her!
I proceeded to kiss my way up her body, keeping my hand
on her sex massaging her as I did so until I was face to
face with her again. "Oh, Cathy, I love you so!" I
breathed as I stroked her. "I love you too, Daddy," she
whispered. As I looked into her big blue eyes, I leaned
forward and sweetly kissed her precious lips. My arms
went around her and we embraced like that for a long
time, kissing, whispering little love words, and
touching. It was magical.
I stood up at the end of the bed and looked down at my
sweet daughter. She was a mess! Red ass, soaking wet
pussy, hair looking like a bird's nest. In short,
Unbearably beautiful! I began undressing. She seemed to
understand what was about to happen. I think she had
spied on her mother because later she told me she had
known I was going to "put my thing in her hole".
When I finished undressing, I lay back down next to her
and took her in my arms again. My prick was dripping pre-
cum in buckets and I was ragingly horny. I took her in my
arms again and began kissing her with gusto. She returned
my ardor with the same enthusiasm and my hand went to her
sex again. I was stroking her and kissing her when I
began to wander down to her titties again. I started
sucking on her little nipples alternating from one to the
other and finger fucking her with two fingers to the 2nd
knuckle. She was beginning to work up to another orgasm
and I knew I needed to broach her virginity at the right
time in order to prevent her from noticing the pain any
more than she had to.
I moved up over her and spread her legs. I told her
"Daddy's going to fuck you now, honey, do you know what
that is?" She responded that she didn't. I told her that
I was going to put my penis up into her vagina and that
when I did; it was going to hurt at first. I promised her
that the pain would go away quickly, but that it was
going to happen. There was simply no way I was going to
stop now. If I had to rape her, I probably would have.
She said nothing; she just reached her arms up to me as
if asking for a hug.
I lowered myself down over her supporting my weight on
one elbow. I took my prick in my right hand and began to
rub it up and down her pussy. I kept this up stroking
from the bottom of her slit to her clitoris over and over
until I heard her whimpering and she was moving her hips
around. Her breathing was ragged again, and I could tell
she was about to go off again. I placed my cock at the
entrance to her little hole and began to push. She was
very wet, and so was I, so getting in wasn't as hard as I
had expected. I guess she was a little better developed
down there than I thought she would be.
As I entered her, she arched her back and sucked in a
great amount of air. I looked into her eyes, and I saw a
mix of fear, anticipation, lust, and love. It was
religious! I began to sink into her until I came up
against her virginity. She let out a whimper, and I
placed my mouth over hers, began kissing her
passionately, and plunged in. She screamed into my mouth,
but I continued until I was bottomed out. I must explain
that I have a small penis. I like it, it works, no woman
has ever complained, but it's only about an inch thick
and 4.5 inches long hard. Perhaps this is partly
responsible for the ease with which I penetrated her, at
any rate, the deed was done.
I was into my sweet 9-year-old daughter to the hilt and I
was in ecstasy! I looked into her eyes after breaking the
kiss, and she was crying. I kissed the tears away, and
began to kiss her passionately. Her breathing began to
pick up, and I started moving in and out. She wrapped her
legs around my waist and I began fucking this child like
a grown woman. Her hips began to sway to and fro and she
arched her back now and then. She was moaning, and
grunting. She began to hump back at me now, trying to get
more of me into her. I was close. I was going to explode
into her little tummy and I wanted this to last, so I
plunged down into her and stopped. We kissed, and I held
her still with my weight until I calmed down enough to
resume.
When I began again, She came alive like a videotape that
has been paused at a fast action sequence and then play
is resumed again. It was as if we had never stopped. She
was cumming on my prick and I felt her spasms all over
her body, and her little pussy was absolutely milking my
cock! I lasted about another minute and then couldn't
hold back any more. I shouted, "Daddy is going to cum in
you baby! Get ready! OOOOOHHHHH!!!!!"
I came in my daughter. It was the most powerful orgasm I
had ever had, and I've never had another like it! Cathy
threw her head back and screamed then! " Daddy, Daddy,
Daddy, Oh, Daddy! Oh, God, Daddy! I love you so!
AAAAHHHHH!!!" I collapsed. I simply lost all control over
my body, turned a bit to the side, pulled out of her, and
collapsed on the bed.
I gathered her up in my arms and began kissing and
nuzzling her all over her face, neck, and titties. We
whispered little love words to each other for over an
hour like that. She stayed with me for the rest of that
week. She took up residence in my bed from then on. When
she visited, we slept together. We didn't really discuss
it much, and odd as it sounds, it just simply felt right.
I don't recall ever telling her to keep this a secret,
but I never doubted that she would.
To be continued.... Perhaps!
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not "real life." Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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Kristen's collection - Directory 20