Our Job
Written by taster
Let me make this clear: my wife and I did not take this job out of dedication to the children we administered to. We took it for the little excitement we got as our marriage had, shall I say, got a bit stale. We didn't fill out applications, and have to submit to interviews.
We met George and Lisa at a swinger's get together, and after a night of exchanging partners, we sat down and had a little chat with our new found friends. George was a philantropist, wealthy beyond your imagination. His wife was a former model for a lingerie company. He had liked the way I had treated his wife, with a bit of discipline and humilation, and inquired if I would perhaps be interested in something that was a dream come true for most people. And my wife could work there too, and soon have her own domain. I was a bit leary of this at first, but went along for the ride. Seems he was a major donor to the states orphan fund, and they needed someone to administer to the children, as a disciplinarian. I got very interested, and was given an address and name to go to. I was sure to use him as a referral.
Two days later, Joyce and I found ourselves knocking on the door of an old Georgian manor, much like a castle in size. A small woman in her 70's answered, and invited us in. I gave her our reason for being there and we we escorted to the director's office on the third floor. We sat down and waited for about 15 minutes, when the office door opened and a lovely woman of about 35 beckoned us in. Ms. Gardner, as we assumed her to be, name on a bronze desk plate and all, came right out and told us as it was to be. There was a girls division, as well as a boys. The Dean for Discipline of the girls had left for a better job, and upon George's recommendation, the job was mine, or ours, if we wanted it right now. We were to change attitudes, any way we saw fit, including sexual humilation, whipping, or forced degeneracy. Only thing was no death threats or use of any lethal weapoons as a threat. Pay was 250 bucks a month, complimentry. My wife could work with me, and as soon as the woman in charge of the boys division left, which was to be soon, she could have that job if she wished. It was a no brainer. We took it.
We had a fairly good nestegg of inheritance, each of us, and money was no trouble. We also felt we could enhance our sexual feelings toward each other through the little ones we we working with. So much for how we got here, and what our job was.
We came to work as usual one wednesday morning, and found our work folder on the door clip. We had not missed a day yet, six months perfect attendance. Joyce had eaten a bit more than she wanted last night, and I was a bit drowsy from the drink. We were celebrating our 10th year of marriage, and had found new love since taking this job. Joyce, at 39, was still good to look at, her long curly hair, Cher like, always having her look 10 yrs. younger. I was 43, and still worked out on weekends, and was still in decent shape.We had gone through as many types of discipline as we knew, from yelling at them, to hard spankings, to enema baths, and Joyce had actually taken to the young girls we had worked with. The youngest girl we had was 6 years, with the oldest being 15. Joyce felt a special urge when working over the older range, often tasting them without them knowing in, and disappearing to the toilet to relieve herself from that sensation. Today we had a full punishment to give. Seems this waif had once again got nasty with her tutor, and cursed her out in front of everyone, trying to show her friends how tough she thought she was. She had been to us when we first got here, and being her third trip to this office then, we gave her a good whipping, and of cource Joyce had forced every thing she could into her ass, and getting off while she did it. Joyce read the case, and right away pointed to her chest, "She's mine, ok?" Joyce was to have her day, and I would get my oats from making this little slut writhe in pain.
Sandy D. was a young woman. At 14, her demeanor was all woman. Her little breasts were perfect, her round cheeks losing all the baby fat, and her face had lost that innocence that kids throw at you when they're sorry. She had rounded facial features, and short blond hair, almost platinum. She strolled in to the office at 9:15, escorted by a Ms. Dexter, who was a bit over worked, trying to manage 107 girls on a budget for about 80. "Do this little bitch good. I have NO time to deal with her again". My eyes assured her she would get the works. Sandy just stared down. Joyce wandered over, and grabbed her by the cheeks, squeazing till her lips were pruned. "You are in for it now honey." Sandy just looked ahead, then with a calm steady voice said "What are you gonna do, spank me, touch me? Big deal. I can deal with it." Joyce just smiled, "Ok, we'll see slut"
Joyce pulled her by the hair to the gyno table, and told her to take her jeans and top off. Reluctently, Sandy did, keeping her legs as close together as she could. Joyce spun her around, and that familiar bulge of a Kotex shown from her stained white panties. Joyce immediately started to drift into her thought process. "What day are you on bitch?" Joyce asked. "Second day, so you won't want ta mess with it, Ok Mam!". She thought she was immune to anything hard, as the mess would surely keep us from being sensual with her. I got my crop, and hit the pad of the table next to her, as Joyce pushed her into the position. I let her have it, the crack of the leather hitting her backside echoed in my office, as Sandy jumped up off the floor. "Hey, that hurt". Joyce pulled her head back by the hair, and told her to "Shut the fuck up. We haven't even began". For a second the girl looked scared, but she assumed the position, and I started unleasing shot after shot, till the marks were showing thought her torn panties. Tears ran down her cheeks, and she seemed to want to talk, but kept her thoughts in for now. Joyce got a surgical scissor, and cut the panties off, causing uneasiness in Sandy, her period was no longer a private thing. The Kotex was quite discolored, pink, red, yellow, and well pinched in between her legs, indicating she had not changed it since she went to sleep last night. The odor was musty, and the smell of dried feces and blood was very arousing to Joyce, as well as to myself I must say. I gave her 10 more lashes, causing 2 welts to start bleeding slightly. Joyce kept touching her crotch, the sight of a girl at this age probably reminded her of her own youth, and the nasty things she did. Joyce told me to wait one, and I backed off, as she undid the belt that so snugly held the rag between this small beauty's legs. Sandy started begging, "Please, don't do that, you know that's so private. You're a girl". Paying no heed, her rag came off, exposing her bloodied cunt and smeared asshole. I guess from the monthly, she didn't do such a good job wiping the last shit, and several wide streaks blossomed out from her crack, and one up to the bone of her back. "Oh, no" she silently muttered, now crying steadily. Joyce took the bloodied pad around to Sandy's face, and in a very commanding voice said "Now open wide Miss Hardass". The girl started shaking, and my loins started twinging. As Sandy opened her mouth, Joyce pushed the bloodied crotchpad into her, and tied the rag behind her head, making "Mmmmmm" sounds to the frightened little slut, as my cock started rising. "Ok, she's good for some more". I gave a couple of semi-hard shots, causing her flow to pour out and down her legs, some reaching the floor. A good shot right into her slit had a gush of pee and blood shoot out almost onto the crotch off my pants. Joyce laughed, and got on the other side of the table, holding Sandy's arms down, and whispering in her ear, as I gave several direct clit shots on her. Blood and pee flowed, her period now my toy and not her secret. I stopped, and looked at Joyce, who gave me the "Ok", and we manged to get her quivering body onto the table, and her legs into the stirrups. Her arms were tied at the wrist and pulled behind her head, her legs fastened and bent back as far as the stirrups could go. I went to the front, and stared for a minute at the mess Sandy had coming out of her. The rag had started to turn all pink in her mouth, her saliva had mixed with the dicharge and watered it down, probably sending it all down her throat. Her eyes were getting red from the crying, and I signaled Joyce to remove the gag, as the shouts of her agony were more discipline for her. In reality, I knew Joyce would love to be the one to soothe this girl after I was done, and totally break her.
I got a large dildo from my locker, and lubricated it a little bit, and asked Joyce if she wanted the pleasure. She took it, and slowly worked the discolored anal area, until she felt it just right to shove. With a jerk, she pushed it all the way in, causing a gut retching scream from the now helpless bitch, and another gush of menstral blood from an already sore pussy. Back and forth Joyce's arm went, and louder and louder the girl's screams were, almost causing my erect tool to shoot a load. I had to save it for later. When Joyce thought she had enough of that, she got another phalic from the locker. "Let's work that bloody cunt of yours!" The girl's eyes gave away her virgin status. She cried, begging us not to. Joyce slowly pushed her index finger in, "Holy shit, she's still cherry! Take her Honey, make it hurt too." My wife really wanted me to get her now. I knew after I was done, her fantasy stage would take over. I got in front of the parted legs, and stood on the little step to bring my crotch to the level of her messy love box. Joyce loosened my pants and dropped them down, then my drawers. My knob was at it's biggest, and it shined in the lights. Joyce guided it to the virgin entrance, and pulled the lips apart. "Just jam it. Make her cry for more!" With a single thrust, I got it in, causing a deep moan from Sandy. Blood gushed out from everywhere down there. She was passing gas too, sending a chill down my spine, and my nostrils flared. I started my pumping, and she started screaming, from pain or pleasure, I don't know. My view sent my mind going, and in a few seconds I exploded my wad into the virgin pussy no more. She screeched as I yanked it out. Now she was dripping pink, red white, and I knew it would be a few seconds before my wife would have her bottom covered in brown. Joyce got right down there, and managed a quick lick of this girl's misery. She winched a little at the taste. Her middle finger went right into her bruised backside, and twisted and turned until Sandy started screaming again. "You like that, hah?" "Please stop, it hurts, please". "Let me see you crap a little, I want to know all about your little ass, bitch". "Haven't you done enough, please leave me alone down there". Joyce started pushing two fingers in, and stretching them apart, causing Sandy to start screaming again. "Let me know when you're gonna crap bitch". It took about a minute, than Sandy had to let it out. "Ok, mam, now". I almost died as Joyce opened her mouth about 3 inches down from Sandy's slowly dialating anus. A messy brown lump fell out, the smell hitting me instantly. Joyce gagged a little, and signalled for a pause. I ordered Sandy to hold on, as Joyce got up and went over to Sandy's face and started forcing the turd onto Sandy's closed mouth. "Open up that mouth, you depraved cunt". Sandy didn't hesitate, and the shit was forced into her now makeshift toilet. Joyce went back for more, as Sandy obliged with another mess of a turd, and a long wet fart, which sprayed Joyce's face quite well. My cock was ready to explode again. Joyce was quite a mess right now, and she knew it. She asked if I would want a taste of Sandy, and I went right down to the source of our day's work. I ordered another meal, and Sandy forced the last of her bowel movement into my mouth, a short soft turd, that almost tasted good. I didn't offer any to Sandy, but ate it over her horrified face.
Joyce returned, apparently from the bathroom, her face pretty clear of the traces of Sandy's love clusters. "I have something for you now bitch, and then maybe you'll learn your lesson!" Sandy's frightened, limp body tensed up. What was Joyce up to now? She climbed up onto the table, her legs straddling the young girl, and worked her way up to where her privates were right above Sandy's face. "Now open wide you little whore". I got up to the show, and watched Joyce position herself so that her butt was about 2 inches over Sandy's open mouth. "Look at me" Joyce demanded! Her anal slit opened and a dark brown ball made it's appearence at the apperture, and then forced itself out into the awaiting toilet. Again another piece appeared, this one lighter in color, and apparently much softer and wetter, and slid out, slowly filling the little girl's mouth, and tumbling across her cheek when there was no more room in the awaiting hole. "Now chew it and swallow it. That's a big girl" Again, another appeared, and came out half solid and half mess, followed by a silent gas discharge, which was terrible, but not my agony. "There, big tough girl, how was that?" Sandy kept chewing out of fear. I couldn't hold off any longer, and dropped my cock onto Sandy's stained mouth, and slid it back and forth, as Joyce added top pressure with her dung covered butt. I felt a warm sensation, as Joyce had started peeing, and I exploded across Sandy's messy face.
We left Sandy there, and each took a hot shower, and changed our soiled clothing. Sandy was oblivious to us, just staring at the ceiling, tears occasionally streaking her cheeks. I put long plastic gloves on, and escorted Sandy to the bath. She sat down, and we carefully washed her, touching her as sensually as we could, than showered her down. By now she could hardly walk, so we sat her in a recliner in the rest area. We got chairs and sat in front of her, and Joyce told her what we had discussed in the shower. Sandy was very attentive, and also scared to death that more might follow. Joyce told her if she changed her attitude, she could come over to our place, and enjoy a day or two of real freedom, and if she was as pleasing to us there as she was here, we would put in to have her assigned to us as a forster child. Her eyes lit up, but she had to get it out. "Will you make me cry again, and hurt me?" Joyce told her that all the things that felt good were all she would know. And that the messy thing at the end was out of love, not hate" I couldn't believe it as Sandy leaned over and hugged Joyce, and even said "Ok, Mom".