The Making of a Gloryhole Gurl Part 2

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The Making of a Gloryhole Gurl Part 2Making of a Gloryhole Gurl! Part 2By KristyI wasn’t sure where she went, but I lost contact with her after a couple months. All the bars and all the prostitutes never seem to get me off the way Christina did. I would cruise the streets for hours hoping to find her and go home without doing anything. My life without this very special gurl was depressing and went on like this for years. Then a few years ago I heard about a local park where guys would cruise for sex. Wait a minute I’m not gay! But it had me thinking maybe I did want to suck her cock! And after too many nights thinking about it, I drove down to the park. I had on black spandex bike pants and a white tank top and my tennis shoes. After getting up my nerve I walked down the path and around to the caves. Several guys were in one of the openings and you could almost see one of them kneeling in front of the other two. Next thing I know he waves me over!I walked up as the other two had their pants unzipped and down around their knees, and he was holding one cock and sucking on the other cock. When I got close he reached for my already hardening cock, rubbing thru my spandex bike shorts. I couldn’t help notice how good he was at giving the other guy a blowjob, Wow I used to do that. Suddenly I leaned over and took the other guys cock in my mouth, I just about dropped to my knees in front of him. His cock was not smooth like Christina’s and it tasted different, but still it was a human who me in my way could give pure pleasure too.It wasn’t long before one of my trips to the park changed me again. I was cruising the caves and found a green Victoria Çubuk travesti Secrets Teddy; it was made of satin and emerald green. I picked it up and quietly walked back pretty far into one of the caves. I had my bike shorts on and t-shirt, but simply had to slip the satiny teddy on. I removed my shirt and slid it on, it felt sooo sexy. I was standing in the teddy and didn’t like the look of the bike shorts on my legs so I took them off.I didn’t even notice till the last minute that someone was close by, and by the time I heard the click a flashlight makes. Caught! Instead of grabbing my clothes and running I froze. He kept walking closer, shining the light away from my face to the ground but still looking me over. Soon I heard the sound of a zipper and saw him pulling down his pants, as he fumbled with his light. He wanted me to blow him, ok I thought. Soon I was in front of him licking and sucking his cock. He started talk to me saying, hey little missy suck that cock. I kept thinking why he called me missy but I kinda liked it.Then he started calling me a little slut, telling me I ought to put some lipstick on. I immediately started thinking of her again. I wasn’t long before I was trimming my body hair and shaving my beard and moustache off. I began to look for lingerie stores to secretly buy thighs like Christina wore. I found fishnets in the summer could cover a little leg hair, and finally I went to the d**g store and bought makeup. When it got close to Halloween I bought a cheep wig. This whole process took me through a whole year.I started going to the park and parking in a secluded spot and when someone cruised me, I would get Çukurambar travesti out of my car and walk to the caves to give him a blowjob. Well that was about to change. One day one guys I had serviced before followed me to the caves. I really liked sucking his cock, as it was the only other cock that I had seen shaved since Christina. I was just beginning to feel his cock growing hard in my mouth when he began to talk so sexy to me. “Oh missy I want to fuck you, your so hot you slut don’t you want me to fuck you! I was hard and sucking his very nice cock. Without thinking I said yes. I told him I’d never been fucked before and he said he’d take care. Soon I was bending over a small opening and he was kneeling behind me licking at my ass. It was incredible; I wanted his cock to fill me. I was so turned on and when the first of his fingers slid into me I knew what I needed. He was gentle and had me lubricated well, but it actually it took three times before I could relax enough to let him enter. The whole time he talked to me saying what a sexy little slut I was, and slowly entering me deeper. It wasn’t long before his cock was buried deep inside. He was slowly sliding back and forth till we found a steady rhythm. I began to feel his hips, and was happy to know that I had all of him inside me. He kept on talking to me, Oh baby I love your puss its so tight you little slut. Come on slut tell me how you like getting your puss fucked! Soon I was telling him to fuck me harder, pushing my ass back to meet his his thrust. You could hear the smack as he drove into my ass, and I guess someone must of heard us. I never even saw the other Demetevler travesti guy come up with his hard cock and put it right in my face. I eagerly took his cock into my mouth and began licking and sucking him to the tempo of the fucking I was getting. Soon I felt my backdoor lover grab my hips and grind hard and deep, just holding me as the warm donation entered deep inside. I didn’t want him to stop and kept grinding my hips into him as my mouth continued to slide along the length of his cock, pausing to suck on the head and back down. I knew he was about ready, but didn’t expect him to pull out and spray my face and breast with his cum. It felt so wonderful to be used like that, total submission to another person. And at the same time I was growing to like the femme side of me. I would go to a dollar store and get cheep clothing, always something my wife wouldn’t wear. Oh yes I was still married and had to keep this a secret. I had my bag, and found it to be growing some. Soon I got the nerve to buy shoes in my size, love the way they looked with my thigh highs and new black spandex dress. I was working on my look and cause I always had to get out of my house to dress I had to do it in public. On one of my trips to a different lingerie store I noticed booths in the back and saw guy standing around. I wasn’t dressed but still got some tokens and went into the back. The rooms had the glass that clears if you touch the button and then I noticed the hole. I put a couple tokens in and found a trans video to watch. Then thru the hole I saw a finger. Not sure and not doing anything he finally leaned down and said he wanted to suck my cock! I liked this place instantly, and soon I would wear my dress and thigh highs on under my sweats, put on just a light foundation and carry the wig, heels and last bit of makeup in a small backpack. I was turning into a cock slut and really liking it!

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Pregnant Becky…again.

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Pregnant Becky…again.I had written about my long lasting lust for my college friend Becky brought to fruition in my story Pregnant Becky. Circumstance had provided us an opportunity for an amazing fuck and I knew that she would be back for more. Not because I am a stud, because that’s not the case, but because it felt so good to be so bad. She had delivered the baby and recovered nicely, deciding to stay home from work for awhile if they could afford it. Her husband made decent money and Becky ended up staying home for longer than she thought…getting bored…and they say “idle hands are the devils playthings.” I started getting texts, then calls, and then she started driving past my job and just stopping by. She wanted to FUCK again. I am happily married and I kind of regretted the first affair, but I’m still a man and a wet pussy is hard to pass up. I relented and set up a time to “drop by” her house in the country. Fucking a guy’s wife is a dangerous proposition. I loaded my Ruger Vaquero .45 and tucked it in my belt, hoping that a big ass shiny gun would scare somebody before I had to shoot ‘em. The whole way there I felt a little sick to my stomach but when my tires hit the gravel driveway I started to get hard. I walked up the steps feeling my red hot cock against my jeans and the cold stainless steel against my gut. Ding-dong…lets just do this before I chicken out. Becky answered dressed normally for a kept woman housewife… barefoot and in a matching purple sweat suit of a soft stretchy material, it looked expensive. The material hugged her body in all he right places. She was never “fit” but always slim, the baby weight was mostly gone except for a loose little muffintop belly. Her thighs got my eyes first, the material taught up towards her hips. Her hair was shorter now cut in a motherly bob style and died sort of an auburn shade. The jacket was tight around the curve of her tits and unzipped to her navel, revealing a lowcut sports bra and the now ample Etlik travesti cleavage she retained. I stepped in the door and looked around for the k**s…she whispered in a hoarse tone, as if forcing it out “they’re gone.” Knowing I had to act now or leave, I stepped towards her closing the distance, and wrapping my hand around the back of her neck just under the bob hair cut, I pulled her mouth to mine. It seemed like an eternity that my tongue explored her mouth and hers mine. She pressed her whole body to mine and I could feel the heat of her pussy against my leg. Coming up for air I heard her mutter “Jesus, what is that”…knowing she couldn’t be that impressed by my cock, it had to be the gun. There wasn’t going to be any romance here just sex, apparently something that she was missing at home. I just grunted as I walked her towards the living room still holding the back of her neck. I reached into my belt and drew out the revolver with my other hand, resting it gently on the coffee table. Her eyes got HUGE but she didn’t say another word. Still holding the back of her neck I moved in behind her pressing my cock into the taught material of her sweats. I reached towards the front of her pants rubbing the outside of her pants manipulating her pussy lips and clit, she shuddered. I slowly unzipped the jacket and slipped it off to the floor. Rubbing up her loose belly towards her breasts I could see her nipples were rock hard. I tucked my face in towards her long pale neck and let my hot breath fall behind her ear and raise the little hairs there…I grabbed her tits hard and squeezed at them. Again in a forced voice she murmured “fuck me, please.” In sort of a flash she was undressing herself and headed down towards the plush living room rug. Her eyes were not looking at me, but locked on my pistol almost as if it excited her. I kicked off my clothes and pushed down beside her, again I could smell how wet she was, her pussy already creamy and glistening. Keçiören travesti Seeing how wet she was I grabbed my button up shirt and placed it underneath her on the rug…no use her trying to explain that inevitable stain to hubby. I had been gentle to her before because she was with c***d…she didn’t seem like that’s what she wanted now!Spreading her legs apart with the outside of my forearms, my palms on her hips, I thrust my cock into her hard . She screamed, not in pain but in pure delight. I slammed away for awhile, each thrust sounding with the clap of her gapping pussy’s wetness. Her head was thrown back, her pale skin blotchy with red flush spots. Feeling like cumming I rolled to my back and Becky wasted no time climbing on to my still rigid pole. Perching on her tiptoes she angled her self into my cock and worked away furiously, each stroke almost the whole length of my cock from the head down to the base slamming it home…I lost count, trying not to cum, at three of her orgasms. Sweat poured off her as she fucked until she was spent , exhausted. I can usually last a while with the woman on top, something about the angle my cock gets bent at, and this was no exception. Looking down at her I could she that she was satisfied and anything else I could bring was going to be pure gravy. He pussy was gapped, red, and sopping wet. I rolled her hips upward towards the cathedral ceiling and placed my feet forward of her hips on the floor. I lowered my self straight down into her willing pussy and pile drove her for what seemed like forever. Her pussy gripping and squishing with every pump, her face red, the veins at her temple bulging, from the angle and the pleasure…I pounded away. At this point she was actually screaming at the top of her lungs (a first for me)and ripping at the carpet…I could feel her cumming again and let my load loose. I gushed sticky cum into her open hole…Becky’s wide open, wet, adulterous, hole. We collapsed together and I Kızılay travesti lay there in her sweaty embrace watching my cum drip slowly from her pussy lips onto my $50 shirt. I noticed her glassy glazed eyes again drift to the shiny finished gun. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed through the floor to ceiling windows about 50 yards across the valley behind her house some movement. Slowly turning my head I met the gaze of a shapely, blonde, 50 year old woman on her back deck. I was sure she had been watching us for sometime. Trying not to move I whispered what I seen to Becky, who to my surprise instantly began stroking my cock bring it back to attention. She crawled to her hands and knees facing the windows, letting her tit’s and belly hang towards the floor…again saying “fuck me”, but this time an order. Aroused by her tone and the audience, I grabbed the flesh of her ass and forced her cheeks apart exposing her cum filled pussy. I took her doggy style like an a****l ,pumping in and out of her cum and mine, long stroke after long stroke. I was focused on my task at hand and Becky was focused on the neighbor who hadn’t moved…they were like lazer locked on each other. Lasting longer than I ever thought I could have in that situation I blasted yet another load into Becky. Not having had enough she turned over, putting her heels on my shoulder and plunged her index, middle , and ring fingers into her wide open snatch….her eyes now on mine. Hitting her climax again she with drew her cum covered hand and wiped it on my chest. I started in control, but was clearly a pawn here. “I need to shower and you need to leave” she said. We kissed, her still naked, as I dressed to leave…sticking the revolver into my waistband I asked who the woman was…”my bitch mother in law” she answered. “Shiiiiiiiiiiiit” I thought. The woman was still watching us! At a loss for words, Becky and I made plans for our families to have a cookout. You could have heard my diesel roar three counties away as I tried to put as many miles between us as I could. Two months later Becky called and told me that she was expecting in about seven months…and her mother in law wanted to meet me. I love you Becky, but what did you get me into.

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Country and WesternI am just starting college and had to move to this new town and find a job which I did at this country and western store-they sell cowboy stuff and I like that. There are alot of hot girls working here so I was hoping to score some cooch along with some new clothes cheap. My girlfriend is going to a different college so I am plenty horny as I have been very busy getting settled and getting used to college and all which can be tuff for a eighteen year old.It was a Tuesday night and the woman I worked with left work early and I had to close up. It was about seven when this man and his wife came into the store and started trying on clothes. They were having fun and I was preparing to close at eight. The woman was very attractive, brown curly hair, nice tits, nice cowgirl ass and big brown eyes and in her 40’s. I thought that he must have alot of fun fucking that pussy every night. The man came to me and handed me a fifty dollar bill and told me to keep his wife occupied and ane he would be back at nine thirty or ten pick her up as he had to go do something. Off he went and then it dawned on me that we close at eight-well no one else was in the store so I went to help her with selecting clothes, we both flirted with other big time. She tried on many different things, she has an amazing body and looked hot in everything she put on, it was making me very horny. At eight I locked the door and shut off the lights to Dikmen travesti the mens side of the store and went to check on Lisa. She asked me if any one was in the store and I told it was just she and I. She then asked if she could just try on clothes on the sales floor rather than having to keep going back and forth to the dressing room? I told her it would not bother me. She then pulled off jeans and shirt and put some others. She was wearing this cute little bra and thong panties, my dick sparng to attention. She tried several different jeans and shirt combos, then she just left the off and was trying on shirts. I find a woman wearing just thong panties and a shirt to be very hot. My cock was now rock hard when she took off one shirt and then removed her bra revealing a great set of C cup titties. She put the shirt back on and was looking in the mirror. My cock was now throbbing and she noticed that I had a made a nice tent in my jeans. She removed the top and stood there in just her panties in front of the mirror and asked if I found her attractive? I told her she was very hot and that her husband is very lucky. She said her husband never tells her things like that and that their sex life is not very exciting. She knelt down with her face in front of my crotch and asked if she could help me with my swelling as she unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out. It was so hard that a cat could not scratch it. My pants fell Eryaman travesti around my ankles as she examined my cock. Lisa told me she had never cheated on her husband before but there was something about me that made her want me. Hearing this made me just want to explode. I removed my boots and jeans and she pulled off my shirt. I laid on the floor in front of the mirror and she climb on top of me still wearing her panties. She was rubbing her cooch on my bare cock and I played with tits. I could not believe this was happening and looking at the mirror and seeing this hot woman sitting on top of me was a site I will never forget. I wanted my cock in her pussy real bad but was afraid of pushing my luck. I continued to play with her tits and bite them. She leaned over and I was able to kiss and knibble on her neck, the smell of her perfume mixed with the smell of her pussy and the leather smell from the the store was having and intoxicating effect. She finally said that she could not put it off any longer and had to have me. She got up and removed her thong her pussy was shaved with a nice dark racing stripe above her slit. Her pussy was wide open and soaking wet. She asked what I thought about her now as she stood above me. I told her she was breath taking. She smiled real big and moved over me with a leg on either side of me and pussy over my roack hard cock. She knelt down and slowly slid down my pole. OMG what a Esat travesti feeling!! Her pussy was so wet and hot and just grabbed ahold of my cock. She told me that my cock felt incredable inside her. She started to move slowly back and forth on my cock. I could not believe that I was balls deep inside a so very hot older married woman. She started to fuck me faster and was fingering her clit. I did not think I was going to be able to last much longer. She was really going at it, her boobs were shaking and my crotch was soaked with her juices when she said that she was going to orgasim. She screamed and I felt her cunt contract around my cock and she arched back, this was all it took and I flooded her insides with my cum. I came so hard and pumped so much jizz into her I was surprised that it not come out her nose. We both laid on the floor next to each other after it was over trying to catch our breath. She told me that was the amazing sex she had ever had. I could believe I just fucked the shit out of an older woman. After a few more minutes my dick was rock hard again so I rolled over and mounted her missionary style and pounded away on her good and hard. I lasted much longer this time. I was like a mad man and fucked her gooey pussy real good. I moved her legs up to my sholders to get deeper in her. Watching her boobs shake to my thrust and her heavy breathing and her telling me harder and digging her nails into my back. I soon exploded deep in her filling her full of my hot young spunk. We sat there for a few minutes as my cock deflated in her pussy. When I got up I could see all my semen in her pussy. She told me that was the most amazing sex she had ever had.

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The Window CleanerThe Window Cleaner Pippa held out Jennie’s hands with her own outstretched arms whilst studying her from head to toe. “Very professional in a sexy way,” she declared with a devilish grin, “go get him and zap him between the eyes!” Jennie laughs. “You’re mad! I’m not after anyone, honest.”“Give me a break,” said Pippa, “for the last six months you have dressed for work like an old prude and suddenly today you are wearing a mini-skirt up to your ass?”“We are not all like you,” Jennie replied teasingly, “you were with me when I bought it and…if I remember correctly…you chose it!”Fighting back Pippa said, “That’s irrelevant. I’m gonna give you a call at lunchtime and see what you’re up to and check you out,” she winked.They kissed each other on the cheek and bid each other a pleasant day as Jennie left the apartment for work.And as Jennie sat on the downtown train on her journey she reflected on the chance luck she had been given. She was an upstate girl, new to the city and knew nothing about city life. She had responded to the advertisement on the internet – “Young and feisty girl seeks similar to share accommodation in suburbs.”Jennie and Pippa exchanged emails and photographs until they trusted each other enough to make that first tentative phone call. They bonded instantly. Jennie was now ready to accept the promotion to the city that she had been offered within the company.Jennie suddenly burst into laughter as she thought about the first time that Pippa had taken her out to show her the city nightlife. She took no notice as the other travellers on the train looked at her strangely, almost as if she was insane.They had been walking home when a flasher jumped Batıkent travesti out in front of them. Jennie’s first instincts were to turn and run. She had heard of them but had never seen one before and had no idea how to tackle the situation. Then Pippa spoke to him; and within seconds his flashing candle was reduced to a floppy wick. And from that night on Jennie trusted Pippa implicitly. She was not only street-wise but knew the score and how to handle it.Arriving at work Jennie settled into the office that she shared with her boss. But today she was alone in the room on the 25th floor as he was out of town on business. “The working day would be the same,” she chuckled to herself, “but with an added dimension.” For Pippa had been correct in her assumption, Jennie was making an attempt at catching the eye of Mark in the accounts department. She didn’t want to reveal this to Pippa in case she failed. She had heard on the g****vine that he didn’t have a girl and, with her boss away she could wear the uniform of ritual courtship.Jennie made several excuses to herself for needing to go and see him. It was during the last of these visits before lunch when Sue spoke to her while they waited at the coffee machine. “We have all tried my love,” she said, “I wish you luck, but he is gay.”Jennie went back to her office feeling somewhat gutted and disappointed with life. Flashers, gays and middle-aged bosses are all she had met in this city so far. She sat at her desk that faced the window. Where are the men? she asked the high-rise offices on the other side of the street, shaking her head. It was then that her mobile phone rang and it was Pippa.“Hi!” Pippa chirped, “you Çankaya travesti not going out for some lunch today?”Jennie started to tell Pippa the story about Mark in accounts when suddenly her eyes were distracted. The ropes outside of the window on the 25th floor had been there for what seemed like ages. They must have moved before but she had never noticed, this time she did.At first all she saw was a yellow hard-hat appearing from below. Then, as the platform was slowly raised, a white t-shirt. “You’re never gonna believe this!” she told Pippa.“You have just died and gone to heaven,” responded Pippa after Jennie had described the hunk that stood in front of her. “What are you wearing underneath?”“Pardon? My pink thong…why?”“Open your legs and let him see!” “You’re not serious are you?”“Listen Jennie,” said Pippa, “he won’t smash through the window and who the hell can see you apart from him?”She has a point, Jennie thought, the door was behind her on the right-hand side and her legs were under the desk, even if anyone walked in they would not see. And so…she opened her legs.“What is he doing now?” Pippa asked.Jennie rested her elbow on the desk and peeping through her outstretched thumb and fingers resting on her hot brow, she replied, “He’s looking up my skirt and feeling his crotch.” “Oh Yes! He’s feeling himself, I’m feeling myself and I want you to do the same.” Jennie was caught up in the flow of two sexually aroused people and was now the centre of both their attentions. She felt aroused by it, she felt safe by it and she felt an obligation to learn from her friend. And so…she began to stroke.“Oh My Gawd!” screamed Jennie, “he’s got it out!”“Pull your gusset Cebeci travesti to one side, return the favour,” suggested Jennie.Jennie needed very little persuasion now, she was caught up in the flow and made no attempt to hide her face to the hunk as she stroked her fingers slowly up and down between her now wet petals. She watched as he began to move his hand up and down his shaft to the same rhythm. And she heard Pippa’s vocal orchestra, as her friend used nothing but her imagination to picture the scene to frig herself.Jennie slid further down the chair, opened her legs wider and inserted two fingers deep inside of her to try and replicate the huge cock that was on display before her, they were not enough. She inserted a third and then a fourth and motion was essential now.All her senses were being aroused. She watched transfixed as the window cleaner jerked himself off, she heard the groans of Pippa, she felt the intrusion of her fingers inside of herself and detected the aroma of her own sex. There was something missing and she needed to taste.She groaned with pleasure as she felt the first signs of orgasm, that point of no return when the contractions begin. She tried to focus on his eyes but could see that he too had lost all control. She pleaded with Pippa but she too was about to orgasm.And then they came, together as one. Untouched by each other except by pure eroticism and imagination.The window cleaner shot his load onto the window, Jennie heard the sound of her own squirt as it hit the side if the trash can and the screams of Pippa as her vaginal muscles contracted in empathy. Jenny dropped the phone as she was drawn to the window. She looked at the sticky cum clinging to the outside slowly making its way down and the runny liquid racing ahead. She thought about the one lacking sense, that of taste. She put her face to the window and from the inside; she imagined she had licked it.(c)Gaia_Lorraine 2004

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fraudsters punished 6 Martha’s new lifeChapter 19. Martha’s new lifeMay 29th 1831‘It is six weeks since I last wrote in this journal and I have caught up with all the main events that has gone on since my arrival. Much has happened since I last penned any words here. Martha has left and is now married. I miss her. She was a fun thing in bed but I wish her well. She married a shipping trader in town who had been to one or two of our Saturday entertainments with the squire and taken Martha to bed and obviously liked her performance. Still it was with some surprise I received and read his calling card one Wednesday morning, Wm. Forsdyke, Shipping and forwarding agent.”I’m now a widower,” he told me after the usual preliminaries and need a woman to keep me company and to control my two daughters who since their mother died some nine months ago have become arrogant and profligate in their spending. I am at the Quay too much to keep the check on them I should and haven’t much time for the social events where I might find a wife. In any case, the eligible women there are seem mostly to be on the look out for a man solely for their money.” I had to agree with him. “I’ve been to two events here and know you like to pass on the ladies in your keeping in return for a small monetary consideration to compensate you for your loss.” I thought he would want a lady nearer his own age which I guessed about mid to late thirties so I was much taken aback when he enquired of Martha. I remembered he’d paid to spend a night with her but didn’t think he had any special feelings for her other than to stuff her cunnie. I also remembered she’d told me afterwards he’d liked his arse spanked hard and she had to do this before he rogered her.”Martha will be a considerable loss to us,” I pointed out, “She’s one of the younger ones and is a good worker and brings in a considerable sum at the Saturday events. Any monetary consideration would need to take care of that loss.” I started my bargaining. Price was not the only thing I thought of. She was good in bed and I had become very fond of her and wanted her to find someone that would be kind to her. I wasn’t sure of William Forsdyke and his real motives. I guessed him to be a wealthy man who lived quite well but not ostentatiously. With the age difference and his having two daughters almost as old as Martha, I wondered if she wouldn’t just be a drudge to get his meals and satisfy his lust. “Would you mind if I asked one of the ladies to walk around the grounds with you for a little? I will consult with Martha and if she’s agreeable we can negotiate a price.”Martha wasn’t concerned about his age, “After all,” she said cheekily, “I’m living here with you!” The daughters were another matter. Much depended on the authority she was given to chastise them. We discussed this and other related problems until Mr. Forsdyke returned and we could put our reservations to him. At the end of a long talking and bargaining session, we agreed Martha should go on loan for two weeks. During those two weeks she was to act as his wife and have the same authority. At the end of that time she would return and stay here either until someone more suitable came along or Mr. Forsdyke married her.”How did you get on?” I asked when she returned.”Very well Sir,” she replied. “Unless he changes his mind, we will be married in three weeks time.””You got on alright with him then?””Oh yes, once I found out how he liked it. When I spent the night with him here I just had to spank him before he got it up enough to poke me. At his place he had a special strap he called a teaser. A sort of belt with the end split into three fingers, each nearly an inch wide. It was quite soft and I guessed it was just to titillate to get an erection, indeed without being spanked on the arse he had difficulty in performing. He used it on me a few times and it stung but didn’t really hurt. Just warmed the arse nicely. Nothing akin to Alice’s strap or the birch.When he was ready for bed or rogering, we’d undress and he would lie over the end of the bed and I’d lay the teaser smartly on his bum. I’d hold his prick in one hand and with the other, lay each stroke in quick succession so he didn’t really feel the pain before the next hit. He’d take about twenty hits before I would feel his prick stiffen in my hand and perhaps half a dozen more before it was hard enough to use. Then it was in and bang bang until he came. At first he didn’t do more than that but by the end of the first week I had persuaded him to slow down and enjoy it more and make me enjoy it too. His prick isn’t as big as yours Sir, but he can use it nicely when he wants.””Any trouble with the daughters?” I asked.”Oh yes there was at first but I got William to tell Sarah the cook and Pru the housekeeper, they were to help me if I needed to restrain one or other of the girls for punishment. Even after only a few hours there, I could see they were in sore need of some discipline. At dinner that first evening they were less than polite to me and even to their father they were rude and arrogant. “Why don’t you punish them?” I asked him in bed on our first night. “I don’t think it is right for a man to discipline his nearly grown up daughters in the way they need to be. I don’t expect you will have any such qualms and I will not chastise you if I come home one evening to find they cannot sit for that day or the next few. Remember I have seen the birchings Winsberly deals out at the Workhouse,” he answered. ” ‘Long as they are not marked for life, you can punish them hard. They need it to be sure.”Next morning after Will had given Sarah and Pru their instructions to help me and he’d had left for the quay, I went into their room and ordered them out of bed and to get themselves and their room cleaned up. “Sod off slut!” Rachael yelled at me in a most unladylike way. I ripped the bed covers off them and was not unsurprised to find each of the girl’s nightgowns were raised and each had their hands in the others quim. I decided to be like Alice and not raise my voice but to try and sound authoritative. “So, I’m the slut am I? It looks like there are two others as well. Now get up and clean yourselves and this room.””You heard Rachael, Sod off. You’re only here for a few days to warm father’s bed and then he’ll find someone better,” Elizabeth shouted as she pulled the covers up again.”I’ll be up again in five minutes and if you are not up and starting to get ready by then you are in trouble girls.” Again I kept my voice down which they may have mistaken for weakness but it wasn’t for long. When I next entered the room I was followed discreetly by Sarah and Pru and Briggs the gardener handyman. Both Sarah and Pru are big women and not to be trifled with. Both had not only been on the sharp end of the girl’s tongues but had received punishment from William for alleged offences against them. Both were keen to see them get their just desserts. Briggs carried the staff punishment chair. This was a heavy solid oak chair with a low upright back, the top of which was hollowed downwards to fit a persons belly. On the all four legs were leather straps, which are fastened around the person’s wrists and legs so once they were bent over the back and fastened, they couldn’t move. You might like to get one Sir. It was very convenient for general spanking with strap or cane or whatever, Sir.””Sounds as if I might need one if you get to stay here Martha,” I teased but she ignored it and went on.”The second time I pulled their bed clothes right off on to the floor, Rachael swore at me like a docker, until she saw Sarah and Pru. “Well, well,” I said, “Where do young ladies learn language like that? I would have thought the daughters of a gentleman would have a more refined choice of words. Maybe in a short while we’ll hear more words from your colourful dictionary.” I asked Briggs to put the chair in the middle of the floor, which provoked another hail of abuse at a man being in their bedroom when all they had to cover them was their nightgowns. They also knew what the chair was for as they had caused most of the staff to be punished in it on many occasions. “Stand in the doorway Briggs,” I ordered, “Don’t let either of them pass until I say so.” From the folds of my dress I produced the cane I brought from downstairs and pointed it at Rachael. “Bend over the chair girl.” Rachael was the older of the two, nearly sixteen and only two years younger than me. As I guessed she refused. I nodded to the two older women and they grabbed the girl and although she struggled and screamed, she was no match for them. As the got her to the chair I fastened her ankles and between us we removed the one piece of clothing she had on and strapped her wrists. Briggs eyes almost popped out at the sight of the young girl’s tits as they hung down, Sir but that didn’t stop him from catching hold of Elizabeth when she tried to escape. I used a curtain tie cord to tie her wrists to a bedpost. She wouldn’t get away again. Both girls still tried to abuse me until I gagged them with scarves.””They we not best pleased with you by then?” I laughed at Martha.”No, that’s for sure. Given half a chance I would have been dead. Once more I did something Alice does here. I kept them waiting. I paced the room swinging the cane every now and again, allowing it to rest on Rachael’s bum for a few moments or on Elizabeth’s thighs. Then I made an Alice speech.””Seems to me you learned a lot from the way Alice runs this place,” I said.”That’s true, Sir. I spoke slowly and clearly but quietly. “Girls,” I said, “I may be here for just two weeks or it may be for the rest of my life. Whichever it is, you are going to be doing exactly as you are told. As far as you are concerned, while I am here I am your mother and I will treat you like c***dren and if you err from what I believe is right, then your bums will feel the strap or like today, the cane. As you rightly pointed out, I have come from the Workhouse and I’m proud of the fact. I know what it is like to be strapped, caned and birched for my wrong doings. I know exactly how it feels when the cane first bites into the tender flesh of your bottom. The searing fire line that spreads and before it has gone far, is joined by another and another and yet more until you think you will pass out. But you don’t. The pain is there. A terrible pain. Yes, I know what you will go through and I have no doubt those watching will know too. As you again rightly said, I am here for two weeks to start with. Let me assure you, that by the end of that time, you will just be able to sit comfortably again. Unless that is, your misbehaviour warrants another application of the rod. Is that clear girls?” Neither of the girls moved so I repeated the question and swished the cane noisily through the air. Both girls nodded.Moving Elizabeth to a position where she could see her sister’s bottom, I laid on a hard stroke. Rachael jerked but could not cry out. I waited and gave her another. Again I waited. “Rachael, I know it is worse being gagged during a caning. I’m going to remove yours now before I continue. You may cry and scream but it you start to abuse me with your tongue I will replace the scarf and give you extra strokes of the cane.” I repeated what I said to make sure she understood. She cried out and then did a tremendous yell when I gave her the next. By the sixth, she was pleading for me to stop and promising to behave and do as I said but I went on and gave her a baker’s dozen. By then she was a sobbing, crying wreck. A dozen with the cane is bad enough for us but for a girl who had never been smacked before, it was pretty gruesome. She wouldn’t be crossing me again in a hurry. Sarah and Pru released her and laid her face down on the bed. We didn’t bother to tie her.Elizabeth cringed in fear when we untied her hands and ordered her to the chair. She seemed too frightened to move and had to be dragged to the chair. In fairness I gave her the same treatment Ankara travesti as her older sister but perhaps didn’t lay it on quite as hard. The result was the same. Two naked blubbering girls lay side by side on the bed. Briggs I noticed had a large protrusion in the front of his breeches but I wasn’t about to be disloyal to William on my first day. Before I left, I ordered the girls to remain exactly where they were, “If you move so much as an inch before I come back, I’ll repeat the caning across your front.” I knew they believed I would.Fortunately cook kept some of the patent Gran. Mabel cream you have Sir so after leaving the girls for a quarter of an hour I went back to them. They hadn’t moved. They stared pleading and renewed their sobbing and yelling. “Silence,” I snapped. “You had your well deserved punishment for your behaviour to me and for some of the ill things you did before I arrived. The cane has wiped that slate clean but any wrong doings in the future will be dealt with in like manner. As the punishment is finished I do not wish to prolong the pain any more than necessary but unfortunately it will be a long while before it goes. This cream as I know from personal experience, will help to ease it and perhaps make it a little more bearable. I shall put it on this first time but I will be as gentle as I can. At lunchtime, you may put it on each other. However, by that time you will have washed and put on a light dress. You may help each other and you won’t get into trouble with me if you play a little with your cunnies and titties. I do know that seems to help. By afternoon teatime, I shall expect to see some order return to this room. You will not want to move about, but it will help if you do. You must and I repeat, must, clear this place up. By dinnertime you will dress properly for your father’s return. You will eat with us but I will ask for extra cushions on your chairs.” Again I made doubly clear to them what they had to do. I heard them complaining loudly to each other when I closed the door.When Sarah took in their lunch, I followed. They were still both on the bed but their crying had died down. I knew they wouldn’t want much to eat but insisted they had a bowl of soup. I told them they were free to move around the room and that Sarah or Pru would bring the cream when they collected the bowls. I reminded them of the clearing they had to do in the three hours that were left before tea. Again I heard them complaining when I left the room but it quietened when I opened the door again and ordered less noise.Following Sarah when she took the tea tray in, I noticed the place was much tidier than earlier. There were still items of clothing not put away. “You have made a feeble start,” I said to them in front of Sarah, “If you don’t want a taste of this strap you had better get this room clear and tidy when I return in one hour or…” I slapped my strap hard on a cushion.”We’re telling father when he gets in,” Elizabeth remarked, “He’ll throw you out.””I wouldn’t count on it girls,” I laughed. “I will certainly be there when you do.” I think my coolness unnerved them a bit because they started sobbing again. Sarah and I left. Half an hour later Sarah told me when she collected the tray, they had started to clear more stuff away. I didn’t appear overly satisfied with their efforts but told them to dress ready for dinner and suggested light, loose dresses. “Be in the drawing room at six,” I told them. Ten past six and they still hadn’t arrived down. I sent Harry the boot boy up. As instructed he knocked and walked straight in. Neither girl had anything much on which caused some consternation to the boy as well as the girls but he gave them my message. “Mistress Martha says for you to be down in five minutes. You are late already. If you are not down by then she is coming up to encourage you.” From downstairs I heard them shouting for Harry to get out.Six minutes later, I was about to go up with my strap when their door opened and they came down. They were dressed but hadn’t spent too much time on their hair and faces. Redness and moisture showed around their eyes but was overshadowed by the hate within the eyes themselves. “Ah there you are girls. Please wait in the drawing room while I have a look at your room.” It was much tidier although I could have found fault had I wanted. “Well, that’s an improvement,” I said when I returned to them. “It’s a nice evening, so shall we walk in the garden until your father arrives?” “It hurts to walk,” pleaded Rachael.”It will ease after a few yards, and it will hurt to sit so we’ll walk.” Slowly I took them into the garden. We met Briggs and I had a few words with him and suggested he might like to give us a guided tour. The girls blushed deep red when he looked at them. Briggs showed us round and named the flowers and plants which I found very interesting but the girls just followed more or less silently behind, Only giving little groans every now and again when their stumbling steps aggravated their bum muscles.””I’ll wager you acted as though you already owned the place Martha,” I suggested.”You’re right Sir, I very much enjoyed playing mistress of the house and lording it over those two snooty little girls but I still wasn’t too sure how Mr. William would react when the girls levelled their complaints at him. I knew what he had said, but when faced with his own daughters having been caned he might change his mind. I needn’t have worried.Elizabeth started the complaints as soon as William entered the dining room but he silenced her saying, “If you have anything to say about the way Martha has treated you, I will hear it after dinner is over. Now sit down quietly. I see she has thoughtfully provided extra padding for your seats so be grateful for that.” The girls looked daggers at me and Rachael started to say something but William silenced her. Throughout dinner we talked quietly about the weather and what he had done that day. One of his ships had just arrived in, which is why he was a little later than usual. Then we had coffee. Real coffee Sir, not the stuff from dandelion roots. This came from a place called Africa. One of his ships brought it. It was lovely Sir.”I knew Martha’s conception of geography was limited to the town on one side and Bromton on the other, a distance of no more than twenty miles. London was some place outside this world. Likewise Africa was probably a town that could only be reached by ship. “You’re getting into society ways now Martha.” I said to her, “We won’t be good enough for you soon.””Oh, I shan’t forget my life here Sir,” she replied and then continued her tale. “William took his brandy into the drawing room afterwards and we all followed. Rachael asked for the girls to talk to him alone but he refused saying, “I know Martha caned you this morning so you can say what you wish to in front of her. I know I can also verify the story from the staff who witnessed it. First show me what she did to you girls.””You don’t mean you want to see our…?” stuttered Elizabeth.”Yes, I want to see your bottoms. Only then can I judge how badly you were treated.” After a pause when the two looked at each other, trying to gauge their sister’s feelings, both girls turned and lifted the hem of their dresses. Neither wore bloomers to lessen the chafe on their bottoms. “What about the other side. Did you get your fronts caned too?” William asked. The girls were very shocked at this suggestion. “I know at the Workhouse the ladies get whipped front and back. Isn’t that so Martha?””Yes it is, Sir,” I agreed, “Sometimes it is all for the same punishment. At others it is when we’ve earned another and our bottoms are still not recovered enough to take the whip there.””Now daughters of mine, tell me why you were punished and I will judge if Martha has been unduly severe.” They made it sound as though I had just entered the room and thrashed them for no reason. William bade me be quiet while they told their story and after gave me chance to tell mine. “So Martha we have my daughters saying a very different story to you. Two against one.” For a moment I thought he was going to side with them but before I could utter a word he got up and rang the bell. Pru came in and he asked for her version, which was most like mine. “Two against two now. Do you wish to change your story girls?” Still they didn’t. William asked for Sarah and she again confirmed mine. “Do I have to send for Briggs, daughters?” They shook their heads. “So Martha is telling the truth?” The girls nodded, yes. “So, not only did you deserve the punishment, you lied to me about it. You, I guess, are annoyed I have invited her to come and live with me. Well for your information, she is staying. One of the reasons I asked her here was to take over from your mother and lie with me in bed. Another was to do what your mother should have done, and which I also seem to be unable to do, and that is to take some of the spoiled untouchable nature out of you. She chastised you for your behaviour to her. I am now ordering her to do it again, in any way she wishes, to punish you for lying to me. I will also come and inspect your room and see that you did what she asked of you and to see if it was done in a proper and satisfactorily manner.””Both girls were horrified at being ordered to be punished again. I knew they expected to be caned over the stripes they already had but I had other ideas. We all trouped up to their room and outwardly it was fairly tidy. Certainly it was much better than it had been. William opened the top drawer of their chest and we saw all their clothing had been stuffed in any old how. To my surprise he emptied it on the floor and added to the pile with every drawer he opened. I could see the frustration of many months of tolerating their bad manners was all coming out. The girls saw it too and were very frightened and were again pleading for him to stop. Begging for forgiveness and promising to be good girls in future, they even said sorry for being nasty to me. I knew better than to let them off. Had I done so they would have gotten away with it in the future. William opened their wardrobes and while these were a little tidier, he still dumped everything on the pile. “In the morning, immediately after breakfast, you will sort this heap out. Some of the stuff you have long since grown out of, some you’ve never worn. Clear out at least half of this and ask Briggs for a potato sack to put it in. I will donate it to the Workhouse. I’m sure some of the women there would make better use of it, eh Martha?” I of course agreed. “Rachael, Elizabeth, listen carefully both of you. And stop whining!” William shouted at them angrily. It appears to me you only half did what you were told to do so I am going to suggest to Martha that she has only half punished you. Martha, you will carry out the other half of the whipping immediately. Girls, by lunchtime tomorrow I want this heap reduced by half. One half will be put away tidily the other in the sack. Martha will inspect them. I am sure she will know what to do if you haven’t fulfilled my order properly. Now I will leave her to inflict such pain as is necessary for you to understand and fully comply with my wishes.” With that he stalked out of the room shouting, “Get Briggs or the houseboy to help you if they resist Martha. Leave the door open so the staff can hear them squeal.” I knew also he wanted to hear them.””Sorry girls, you heard what your father said. You tried to cheat on me and it’s back-fired. Take your dresses off and lie on the bed.” Both started begging and I thought Rachael was going to refuse so I started for the door as if to shout for assistance.””Please Miss Martha,” Elizabeth for once really looked contrite, “Please Miss, don’t hit us any more. Our bodies cannot stand it. We’ll die.””I almost felt sorry for her but as I was told at the orphanage and here, it was for their good in the long run so I would carry out the whipping but not in Bahçelievler travesti the way they expected. “Undress,” I ordered again and this time they did. I arranged them side by side on the bed but facing opposite ends, The crotch of each was level with the breasts of the other. Next I bound Rachael’s ankles to Elizabeth’s wrists. Likewise with the other pair of ankles and wrists. I fastened both sets of bindings to the bedposts. The pair lay stretched out, the pain in the bums forgotten as their young titties and bushy pubic triangles pointed to the ceiling. By now they guessed where the lash would fall except they feared it was to be the cane again and were crying and sobbing. I left them to see what other instruments for the punishment of servants were available. I returned with the leather reins from a horse. At some point the reins had broken and the fittings removed for use on the new one. The remaining strap was some ten feet long and about an inch wide, like the reins on most horse carriages Sir. It had been stored with the other punishment stuff ready to make a new light strap or something, Sarah said. I doubled the strap and, with Pru’s help, bound the loop for about a foot with twine to make a handle. For a few minutes I practiced swinging it on a low stool imagining it to be one of their bums. It landed with a resounding CRACK, partly from the impact and partly from the two parts slapping together. It’s something you might want to try Sir. Makes a lot of noise, hurts a lot but doesn’t mark too badly.””I might want to try it on you, you little minx,” I said but she just pouted.As soon as I entered their bedroom, I cracked my new whip. Even as I went in they looked at me with fear and when they saw and heard the whip they shrieked like banshees from hell. I didn’t keep them waiting long but went straight to the bedside and lashed across Elizabeth’s breasts and Rachael’s crotch. With each stroke I worked along their bodies until the lash reached Rachael’s titties. I gave them a minute or so rest and then started again from the other side of the bed. Their screams could be heard throughout the house and probably into the next village. If it is one thing they did have in their favour, it was good lungs. As I started from the second side of the bed I noticed William looking in the door and when I finished I beckoned him in. “Do you think this is sufficient Sir?” I asked and he seemed to think it was. I also noticed the protrusion in his nightshirt and took him back to our bedroom to make use of his erection. Seeing his daughters whipped had aroused him, which was most unusual. He performed well and I came loudly and so did he.””When he dozed off after his exertions, I went back to the girls without bothering to put anything on. They renewed their screaming until I ordered silence. Even then they continued sobbing. I got their flannels from the washstand and wet them. While I had my back to them, they must have seen the stripes across my back and bum from the last birching you gave me. They were pretty tender still and showed up quite blue and purple. That shocked them. “Will our bodies look like your back?” Elizabeth asked through her tears.””Something like I guess,” I replied which started them wailing again. “These marks are from the birch rod and are finer and deeper than those I have just given you. Your bottoms will be pretty much the same colour come the morning.” After laying the cold wet cloths on them for a while, I untied them. “Girls, I know you like playing with each other’s bodies. It doesn’t worry me in the least that you do so. I’ve seen and done it myself with girls at the orphanage and workhouse. If it helps you get over the pain a little, do it. I’ll have Sarah or Pru bring you the cream and some larger wet towels so you can treat each other. I don’t expect you will sleep too well but if you disturb others, expect to pay the price for it. You understand me?” They did. Breakfast is at eight o’clock. I will ask Sarah to arrange a call for you at 7.30. You will put on a light dress and attend breakfast at the large table in the kitchen like the rest of us do when your father isn’t here. Afterwards I will see if your bodies need any further treatment with cream and then you can make a start on sorting your clothes and clearing this room.””So it was I got control of them and while they hated me, they did what they were told. By the end of the fortnight we had a sort of truce. I didn’t whip them any more and condoned, even helped them with their girl to girl loving. However, I made really sure they knew I would have them caned of whipped again if it was necessary. Rachael did try it on with Briggs when he brought some produce into the kitchen. “Do you have to come in here in your dirty clothes when ladies are present?” she said to him thinking I was in another room. Unfortunately I was just returning.””Bend over the table Rachael,” I ordered in my sharpest voice.”I’m sorry Miss. I didn’t mean anything by it.””Bend over or do I have to ask for help and get the cane Rachael?” That put the fear of God into her Sir. Her stripes were still very tender and sitting was still not comfortable. She bent over. “Your may lift her skirt Briggs and give her bottom a dozen hard smacks.” He didn’t need any further telling. Rachael lifted up as the first spank found its mark but without being told, Pru and Sarah held her. Elizabeth watched alarmed. Both girls had started wearing bloomers again so Briggs didn’t see anything much but he told me afterwards how much he appreciated tanning the snotty girls arse.””I think that’s about it Sir. Much of the daytime the Master was at the Quay but twice he stayed home all day when he didn’t have a ship in port and of course on Sundays we went to church. Several times in the first week I had to show him how the girl’s stripes were faring and afterwards, when I had warmed his bum a little, we fucked hard for a goodly while before blowing out the candle.””Do you think he will come back for you Martha?””I think so, unless the girls turn him against me while I am here.”A week later, William Forsdyke came and expressed his intentions of marrying Martha and said he had arranged for the ceremony to be performed by the Reverend Jenkins on Saturday week in the local church. As I remarked I was both pleased and saddened to lose her but I did make sure I had my fill of her delightful cunnie before she finally left.”Well, at least one or two of them seemed to have worked her way out of this workhouse,” Margaret remarked as she and Jeremy read through the latest passage. “I wonder if I will ever do that?” “There are very few people in this world rich enough to pay the price I would ask for you Margaret!” Jeremy’s reply pleased his companion. She leaned over and kissed him and they cuddled together until the spell was broken by, “Up you get now. Time to start dinner.”Chapter 20. The life of the TwinsJuly 3rd 1831‘Once again some weeks have elapsed since I last found time to write this journal and in that time a little has changed. The workhouse is now looking smarter with most of the inside walls freshly lime washed and the wood given two coats of dark green [paint] which I prefer to the more sombre brown. The ladies have now gotten into my ways and there is less need for punishment. I pointed this out to Squire and he suggested we have the Saturday entertainments in turn at Grange Manor, Pembridge Hall, the home of Lord Parham and the Workhouse. Any girls for punishment are taken to the venue and the discipline applied by Higgins if at the Manor, Wallace at the Hall and myself at the Workhouse. Thus we all get to see a better variety of female flesh receiving the lash and I am not forced to add girls to the punishment list just to ensure enough are available for the entertainment. However that has reduced our income but usually I take some of the girls to the other places to assist with pleasing the guests and earn a pound or two that way.Nonetheless I was surprised when his Lordship requested I bring the twins along the second time we met at the hall. I knew he had seen them when I gave them both four strokes of the birch on a Saturday but it was a married couple that took them to bed that night. Several men wanted Jane but I had insisted the pair performed together. That way I at least had some revenue from the boy. I had thought the couple came at the squire’s behest but in fact it was Lord Parham that invited them and it was only later I learned he was a construction engineer involved in the design and building of the new Town Hall in North Henley. He and the company he owned, have a number of other large public buildings to his credit, which have made him a wealthy man if not an aristocrat. He was still a tradesman at his roots. Down to earth and likable. Not pretentious.I also took Henrietta along as I had given her three chalks marks for wrongly cutting and wasting some dressmaking material. It was a simple, understandable mistake but she’d only had the birch once since I arrived and I thought it time she had a reminder and it would make her a little more careful in future. After Higgins had well warmed her bum and she’d been taken to a bedroom by a middle aged man, Lord Parham came to me and formally introduced Frederick Cooper and his wife Rose, the couple who had taken the twins at the Workhouse. We talked while the next act was being set up and then Frederick asked to have a private conversation with me concerning the twins, before the end of the evening. We sat and watched as two of his Lordships maids were fastened together tit to tit. Their hands were then made to grip a bar and were tied to it. This bar was raised aloft until their feet were clear of the floor and their bodies free to swing. Both were young, no more than sixteen at a guess. Lady Parham seemed to take a special interest in the pair and I later learned she was he cause of them being there. She had caught his Lordship rogering the pair. That in itself wasn’t the problem, she knew he had all the maids and frequently watched his performances. This time both girls knelt side by side, bums in the air while my Lord rammed his prick a few strokes in one and then a few strokes in the other until he shot his seed and collapsed on the bed.Watching this had made M’lady horny so she ordered the girls to service her husband with their mouths until he was hard enough to do his marital duty to her. My Lord’s prick was not co-operative and lay exhausted between his legs. She ordered the whipping. Maids were not allowed to deprive her of being fucked by her husband’s prick when she wanted it even though they’d had no choice in the matter. Wallace and another man, each with a light, many-thonged whip, took positions either side of the two hanging girls. Lady Parham started the pair swinging by giving a hard right hand slap to the arse of one and a left-hand swipe to the other. “Warm them well men. I will say when to stop,” she shouted as she stepped back to watch. As each girl swung towards them, Wallace and his companion lashed the white buttocks until they became fiery red and the girls were crying and begging loudly for the whipping to stop. Only when M’lady deemed them sore enough did she give the order. Two guests stepped forward and thrust their pricks into the hanging girls and rogered them with great gusto. After they’d completed their task, M’lady ordered the two whippers to take the girls in their bottom holes before releasing them. My twins, I noticed were cleaning the spent cocks of the two guests.Shortly after, the whipping being the finale to the entertainment, some guests began taking girls away to various rooms, and others retired to the drawing room. Frederick and Rose took me into a corner and asked if they could have the loan of the twins for a while. “Loan? How long? Why?” I asked, somewhat baffled by the request. Frederick sent Rose to refill our tankards and when we were again nicely settled began the tale.”We Balgat travesti have two c***dren Josiah, a boy David, just turned sixteen and a girl Rosie who we named after her mother and she’s a year younger than her brother. About six months ago, Bridget, their governess discovered them in bed together, fucking away like only young teenagers can. She naturally reported it to us and the three of us debated for a long while what to do. As you might guess from our attendance at these meetings, neither Rose or I are at all prudish nor is Bridget or her husband Frank who is one of our house staff. We regularly share each others services, if you get my meaning.” I did. “We didn’t want to spoil the c***dren’s fun but were not too keen on the i****t side of it. You know all the stories of deformed and mentally ill babies. I gave the pair a severe lecture on what could happen and Rose gave Rosie advice on preventing pregnancy because we didn’t go so far as to ban them from doing it with each other. At this stage we thought it was more experimenting with sex and they would grow out of it. Bridget kindly took David to her bed several times but Rosie refused to have anything to do with Frank. I then invited Jeffrey Parham over for a weekend and gave one of the maids a shilling to spend the weekend with David. Both pairs seemed to enjoy their time together and I hoped the false love our c***dren declared for each other was broken, but it seems it went the other way. Both had learned new things they wanted to try with each other. Then I heard about your twins and wondered how you dealt with the situation and if having them pair off with my c***dren might have a beneficial effect on both. What think you Josiah?”I pointed out the twins were a rather different case. They had slept in the same bed more or less since birth and separating them caused physical and mental problems. “I heard they’ve had some rather traumatic experiences,” Rose said.”It’s only with God’s help, or rather the help of two or three women they are actually alive at all,” I pointed out and when Rose asked why, I gave them the story.”Jason and Gwendolyn gave me the outline of the sad lives of the twins and Alice wormed more details from the twins themselves as they seemed reluctant to talk as freely with me. I have confirmed as much as I can from the women and the bailiff so I am pretty sure the information is as near correct as it can be.Katie Smith, or at least that is what she called herself although no one believes it is her true name, came to Pennydelset about fifteen years ago. She was heavily pregnant and took up abode in the near derelict cottage that was just past the forge. She only used the two downstairs rooms because of the way the roof leaked. Katie liked her drink, in fact she drank far too much and spent most of her money in The Swan and other pubs. Gin was her favourite tipple but she could only afford the gut rotting cheapest. Even so there were not many nights that she didn’t fall into bed in a drunken stupor and this was probably the cause of the twins being small when she gave birth to them. For a few months, until the novelty wore thin, she looked after them reasonably well but still drank heavily so her breast milk wasn’t of the best. At that period she was able to get seasonal work on the farms but when the twins were three or four years old and her need for gin increased, she found it more profitable to go to the quayside at Gippeswick and offer her body to the sailors. The young c***dren had to fend for themselves, sometimes for several days at a time. The baker’s wife, Hilda Todd found them one day, starving outside the back of the bakery looking for scraps of bread in the bin and gave them half of an unsold loaf and a meat pie that had been accidentally crushed and was unsaleable. The two shared the food and immediately devoured it. After that the twins went to the bakery regularly and Hilda tried to put things aside for them. Harry, her husband wasn’t too keen on feeding waifs but turned a blind eye to his wife doing so as long as he didn’t see it. When they grew a little, Hilda on Saturdays after the shop closed early, gave them a broom to clean the bake house and took them into the house for a proper meal afterwards. For a long while this was the only real meal they had each week. Harry was persuaded it was payment for the work they had done but wouldn’t allow it more than on Saturdays.As the c***dren grew so Katie came home less frequently, usually no more than once a week. Jane and Bobby soon learned to keep out of the way when their mother came home drunk. Usually she was affable when she first arrived from town and often gave them coppers to buy food. By the end of the day she’d had her fill in one or other of the inns and would look for the money to buy more drink. The c***dren soon learned to hide it and themselves. One of the hiding places was a side shed to Farmer Redman’s barn. They used this until spotted by Rita Redman. She knew about the plight of the twins but didn’t wish to be seen interfering. Giving them a couple of horse blankets she showed them the hayloft where they might stay in greater comfort. “When you hear the bell for the workers to come in for breakfast, you come on in too. Don’t take any notice if Fred goes on and gripes a bit. He’ll bark but won’t bite. I’ve got him by his balls or at least my cooking’s got him by the guts,” she laughed. Although the farm men laughed at the amount of food such a small pair could put away, they never made any attempt to m***** them and none ever told Katie.School was another problem. In a small village school like this, everyone noticed if a c***d was missing. Any c***d playing truant received a goodly dose of the strap on their return. Due to their lifestyle the twins were often ill and when their mother was around, had to hide away to escape her wrath. With no one to back up their assertions of illness or the reasons for being away, Bobby and Jane received more than their fair share of the strap. So much so that even when they were so ill and shouldn’t have been at school, they went in just to be sent home. The teacher did not want them spreading their noxiousness to the others. There was no money for medicines or the doctor so whatever they caught, lasted longer than for most pupils. None of this was helped by their cold, damp living conditions, the lack of warm food and poor physical condition.When they were ten years old they almost lost their lives. It was November. Weather was cold and damp with an unusually high rainfall for the month. First Jane took sick with a cold and Bobby soon followed. This quickly turned to a fever and the pair just lay coughing in bed together, alternately shivering and sweating. Delirium set in. When they hadn’t turned up for school for three days, Teacher Hopkins went around to see where they were. Immediately he called out old doctor Sedgton. The kindly doctor took one look at the pair, ordered them to be wrapped in blankets and put in his carriage and drove them to the Nun’s Hospital at Tye Green. Even in their delirium they clasped each other so tightly they couldn’t be separated until the fever broke on the third day.It was an elderly crotchety nun who decided it was sinful for a boy and a girl to sleep in the same bed and put them in beds alongside each other. As soon as she left they were in each other’s arms again. The move angered the old nun and she removed Jane to another room and locked her in. That night the screaming from Booby and Jane was so bad none of the other patients had any sleep and when Doctor Sedgton visited the next morning they complained to him. Bobby and Jane were still keeping up their wailing and calling out for each other and the doctor could see their condition was deteriorating. “sister,” he said to the old nun who was still adamant in keeping the two apart, “Were they fornicating when you saw them?” “No, but they were in a lustful embrace. We cannot have this sort of thing in a Christian hospital.””sister, that so called sinful embrace was part of their healing process. The energy, a Christ’s life giving essence, was flowing from one to the other and they were getting better. This happens with twins. You can see for yourself how they are slowly dying again now they are not joined. If you are a true Christian, you will let Christ do his work in his way and not thwart it.” It was obvious the old nun didn’t believe a word the doctor said but a younger one butted in.”Why don’t we let the doctor have his way during the day when we can see what is happening and at night put them in separate beds across the room from each other. With the night candle they can see each other and know they are not far apart.””No!” The old nun rejected the suggestion out of hand. “All they need is a hard spanking. That will kill their tantrums.””Then they’ll die, sister. I cannot have that on my conscience,” the younger one stated and went off, returning with the Mother Superior. Much to the older one’s chagrin the Mother Superior allowed the suggestion. “These c***dren are ten years old and yet they have the bodies smaller and less developed than most eight year olds. I cannot see any harm in allowing them to be together at this time. I do know from personal experience of twins, they have a mental bond other siblings do not have so for the time being I will allow them to hold each other during the daytime but I do suggest they are apart at night as sister Anne suggests. Any news of their mother?” There wasn’t for two more days. sister Anne brought Jane back to Bobby and after a very emotional reunion, she explained they could only have this arrangement if they kept quiet through the night so other patients who needed their rest could get it.A bailiff was at Katie’s door soon after she arrived. He issued a summons to attend the Crown Court in Gippeswick two days thence on a charge of c***d neglect and that was the last anyone from the village saw of her. The bailiff traced her to the docks and reports suggested she went aboard a vessel sailing for the Americas. She may well still be alive if she didn’t fall drunkenly over the side before she got there. When the twins recovered sufficiently they were taken to the orphanage. There they became acquainted with the sexual activities of the older boys and girls and started to practice them between themselves. Gwen didn’t concern herself too much. They were quiet and didn’t disturb any of the others. In fact for some months it was difficult to get more than one word answers from them. As the girl didn’t complain about her brother’s attentions and she hadn’t started her monthlies so was unlikely to become pregnant, Jason and Gwendolyn didn’t even try to separate them. Indeed they thought it might make the pair more receptive when they were big enough for them to have fun with. When she thought Jane might start ovulating, she gave them both a stern lecture and some practical instruction to avoid any baby problems. Perhaps now you can see why your sibling situation is so different to theirs and why I try and keep them together at all times,” I concluded. I could see tears in Rose’s eyes when she spoke, “Josiah, I can see what you mean. It’s a very sad story and our c***dren have had a most comfortable life compared to them but I think we would still like to give it a try. What do you say, Fred?””Yes, perhaps we could borrow them for two weeks to start with and bring them back the Saturday after next when the entertainment is at the Squires and discus it further in the light of what happens. That should give us a reasonable amount of time to see what they are like and for them to see if our ways agree with them. I gather neither are averse to fornicating with others as long as they not separated. If they are so upset they do not wish to stay for the fortnight we’ll bring them to the Workhouse next Saturday. ” So it was agreed.’Margaret had tears in her eyes too as she read through the document.Chapter 21. Back to schoolMargaret returned to the keyboard. “Dinner’s on so the old man can’t complain. It’s stew so it will cook itself and I’ll only have to give it a stir every now and again. I do want to find out what happened. Poor k**s. Lucky they didn’t die.”

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being youngA true storyLike most men from an early age I was fascinated by women and sex, even before I knew anything about it I would have dreams of women in their underwear locked in a big cage. I suppose I did not know what was underneath so they always kept them on. I have also had a mild fascination with cocks having two brothers I always got to see more than my own both Etlik travesti erect and flaccid. I use to on occasion suck my brother off, we would share a bedroom and I could here him wanking in the dark, he would come over and pay me a pound to suck him. I always did although he never came in my mouth, I would moan that I didn’t want it but secretly I was soo turned Keçiören travesti on my little cock would be leaking. As we got older his cock grew to mammoth proportions and he started fucking girls he would still occasionally ask me to suck him I would lick it and open my mouth and let him in I love the feel the taste, it would always hurt my jaw as it was so Kızılay travesti big and fat, after a while he would go back to his bed and I would grab my cock and rub, I would cum so hard and fast it was the best all my cum in my face and chest. I would have let him fuck me but he never asked and I didn’t want him to think I was gay. I don’t class myself even now as gay as although I have been with a couple of men I am not necessarily attracted to them only their cocks which is why when I found out that tvs really existed it blew my mind as well as my load. I have had a few adventures that I will share …to be continued

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Leaking WetHe was standing at the end of my bed…I cant remember how I got here…I look around…Dark, d****s shut, can’t make out his face…I feel so dizzy…exhausted…my arms, legs feel like led…Suddenly the door opens and two maids walk in, they walk towars me and lift my head… just now I realize I am tied up.My vision is blurry… but it’s too dark to see much anyway. As they lift my head they push a glass on my lips. I feel thirsty.. I have no clue what it is, but it’s too late it’s already sliding down my throat, a sweet cherry like liquid. So delicious…I feel even more dizzy… oh great probably it was just alcohol or something. But my eyelids get heavy… I resist closing them, but now shadows are dancing around in my eyes. The maids faces are so close, and yet impossible to put together… my mind is like some Picasso, is able to see one feature at a time.I feel sensations… I feel weird sensations awaken within my body… the maids retrieve, but that warmth…the pulling sensation is pouncing through me…Hoooot… burning… I am tooo hot… I feel a new thirst growing within me… I am so thirsty.I see the maids spread my legs… but I feel almost paralyzed, I feel the sensations, but I cant control my body.They spray the same liquid in my pussy, and rub it in… it’s not alcohol… alcohol would have burnt, but this feels slipery cold.No wait… it is warming up. I feel my pussy getting warmer and warmer, but not painfully, more like teasingly hot. One of them licks the syrop of her fingers after mixing it with my moist.I want to yell stop… but my body, my mouth everything feels so heavy and hard to control. Plus my mouth is like a desert, Dikmen travesti so dry… I see one of the girls, spread my pussy lips, and start eating me up… my cunt reacts…My eyelids are too heavy… I cant keep them up.My eyes shut.But I still feel her hot tongue swirling around my clit and licking my folds… I dont want to react… but this feels too damn good.As my pussy is teased and pleased, spread, licked and fingered. I can feel someone take my toe in their mouth and it sends tingling sensations that make want to shiver… but my body is too exhausted even for that.I hear a moan… it’s somewhat scratchy and the voice is so low… wait… it’s my moan…I dont even sound like myself… but I cant stop from moaning.I feel hands slide down my waistline, tickling me and my body twirls.My pussy is hot, wet and pumping.Suddenly I hear a buzzing noise. I want to open my eyes, but before I get a chance, my body starts twitching, my pussy is contracting, I feel sweat form on my forehead, my voice clears as I moan louder and louder. I feel electric shocks jolt through my body, forcing my cunt to contract and pulsate. My clit is tingling all over, it’s contracting all on its own. My legs are tensed, my back is arched…I’m cumming… I am cummmmiiiing so muuuch…..-That’s right you horny bitch…Suddenly I feel a warm sensation on my cheek, my lips… I open my mouth… I’m so thirsty… I’m dying of thirst… I greedily swallow all the liquid that hits my tongue…I open my eyes… I see some guy jerking his cock and cumming in my mouth… I dont care.. I’m sooo thirsty… it tastes so good… I want more…But I cant have more… the girls starts to Eryaman travesti twirl me around, until I am on my stomach, they push me around until the get me on my knees with my ass up… now even though my eyes are open I can’t see what they are doing… even if my move my head slightly I’ll collapse, since my hands are now being tied behind me.I feel my cunt being spread, still soaking, dripping wet from all that cumming. Someone squizzes their hands between my body and the bed and touches my breasts, rubbing them, teasing them.I have never felt so horny… my body is burning with weird sensations from within… my pussy is still pulsating, spitting and pushing all that cum out. I can feel it leak down my legs.Suddenly something hard and even hotter is pressing agains it… it’s rubbing itself on it… mmhhhmmm…. fuuuuuck I want more… what a fuck is going on… whatever they made me drink…My pussy lips spread and a new buzzing sensation force my pussy to contract… as I am ready to cum… I feel my cunt being spread, penetrated…Fuuuuck yess…. but the damn thing is only half way… I want it in… I want it more…I try to get it inside…But it’s still hard to move…My cunt is contracting, pressing itself against that hard cock-like thing…as this thing blocks me from contracting more, I feel an orgasm surge through my body…I cum…I keep cumming…I’m leaking… twitching… moaning… screaming…cursing….I WANT FUCKING MOOOOOREEEE….Finally I feel my G-spot being hit… and I shake before I collaps on my side…My fucking pussy exploding over and over…errupting… squizzing all my cum out past the penetration…Someone reaches and Esat travesti plays with my nipples… I ache for more… Suddenly I feel my anus getting spread, and I can feel someone fingering it…I cant fight back anymore…my body doesnt listen to me at all, instead I rock towards the fingering motion…My clit is being pleased at the same time…and whatever was in my pussy is now being pushed out… and is sliding out of it, down my wet pussy folds, and my thighs.I’m horny beyond recognition… it’s like it isnt even me anymore… but pure desire… I feel possessed by my horniness… so wet, dripping…moaning…I cant wait to be fucked.And finally I am being flipped around… the maids disappear, closing the door behind them. I am laying on my back once again… the same guy that was standing by the bed… the same guy that was whacking his dick and spraying cum in my mouth is now getting on top of me…He pushed my legs high up and ties them up to the corners of the bed frame. Leaving my pussy exposed and fully spread.He licks the cum out of my cunt… his tongue penetrating me, his finger penetrating my anus… I see him naked and want it even more…he is just my type of guy… strong, sexy and so manly…I want him inside…-Fuck me…He moved away from my pussy and looked at me in surprise… then smiled and obeyed.His cock huger than whatever was in my pussy before, was stretching it up…My cunt exloding with pleasure as he hits my G-spot… his finger now playing with my clit.As he hits it harder and harder, I sream louder and louder, beads of sweat running down our bodies. I feel my self contract over and over errupting in some powerful orgasms. My pussy so deeply violated by this guy… and loving it.He thrusts his cock harder and harder, making my ass cheeks shake, as he pumps my cunt.And then he ejaculates inside of me, spraying once again his warm juice…but this time overflowing my cunt.

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Daddy and I part 3Dad and I part 3Dad scooped me up off the couch into those lovely big arms of his and I kissed him passionately on his lips tasting my juices that were still on his face.The smell of sex was all over his face as he carried me down the hallway toward the bedrooms. I broke our kiss long enough to say to him ” Dad will you make love to me in your bedroom” I had watched many hot love making in their bedroom when younger and I now wanted it to be where he did me. I didn’t give him time to reply as my mouth went right back onto to his and I drove my tongue deep into his mouth french kissing him as we entered the bedroom. Dad just kind of tossed me onto the bed and climb up on top of me I thought he was just going to shove that lovely cock into me but I was wrong. Dad’s hard cock was laying against my leg as I felt his mouth and tongue go to one of my tits, his mouth engulfed my breast as I first felt his tongue on my nipple then I felt him start to suckle on my tit. As he sucked on my tits I felt his hand touch and start to rub my whole pussy with the palm of his hand,I was so wet from his oral on me my pussy would make a sucking sound as he dipped a finger or two into it every now and then. I ran my hands and fingers thru his hair on as he kissed and licked my tits.I start to kind of buck up against his hand as he rubbed and fingered my pussy. I thought maybe he would take the hint and give me that cock I have wanted for so long but he didn’t. So I just kind of moaned out ” fuck me dad” Please give me your cock” “Pleaseeeee”I got out as another orgasm passed thru my Çubuk travesti body.I felt him move between my legs which I spread widely for him. I felt him touch my outer lips of my pussy with his cock at last I am taking daddy’s cock. He pushed forward giving me just the head of his cock Mmmmm it felt so wonderful as he slipped that cock into my pussy. My mind raced with visions of all the times I had watch it enter my mom. Dad started to feed my pussy his cock just slow in and out strokes just teasing me with his cock head. I took my hands and put one on each side of his butt cheeks and tried my hardest to force more of the cock into my pussy.I hooked my legs on the back of his thighs and tried bucking my hips up on his cock to get more of it but still he just teased me with his cock. “Damn you fuck me” I screamed at him as I bucked forward and this time he pushed that lovely big cock of his all the way into my pussy. Dad buried as deep as it would go while I raised my hips to meet that lovely cock with my pussy. Dad slowly started to fuck my pussy with his cock it felt even better than I had dreamed about. Dad build up to a good steady pace which I match pulling his butt toward my up rising pussy feeling that cock in my wet pussy. Dad lips pressed against mine as we kissed while he fucked me. I unlocked my legs around his thighs to give him a little more room to fuck me. My body tingled from head to each time I felt his cock going in and out.Dad hooked both his legs over mine pulling them together and started to fuck me a whole lot harder. MMmmm it felt so good him Çukurambar travesti squeezing his legs against mine Dad had the bed rocking by now. I put my arms around his shouders and kind of just hung on while he rode me that way.I told him ” Daddy your cock feels so good in my pussy” I told him ” I never imagined it would feel this good” Daddy pulled up off me a little as he did he said ” You haven’t felt anything yet princess” after saying that daddy pulled his cock out of my pussy and in what seemed like one fluid motion scooped up both my legs up and placed them onto his shoulders. I just laid back and gave him my puppy dog look telling him ” Fuck me Da…” was all I got out as dad started to slam his cock deep and hard into my pussy while my legs were on his shoulders.Daddy’s cock was driving deep and hard into my pussy , I just laid there taking the best deep hard fucking I had ever had. I swear I could feel his cock bumping my cervix every now and then as his cock bottomed out in my pussy. Daddy started to moan my name ” Missy ” as he kept pounding his cock into my pussy. When I heard him calling my name another surge of warm feeling came over me, I bit my lip as I felt one of those long wett orgasm start it’s way thru my body I was flush and warmth filled my body from head to toe as I felt my pussy kind of flutter on his cock and I knew I was giving daddy my pussy juices once again only this time all over his cock.Dad didn’t stop a beat when my wetness flooded his cock and the bedsheets he just kept banging that cock of his in and out of my pussy. I felt Demetevler travesti his cock start to swell and throb and I screamed ” Cum in me” Please give me your cum” and I felt daddy’s cock and him go tense and dad moaned “Missy” as I felt the first jet of his cum spewing from his cock. Dad kept fucking me as his cock pumped it’s load into my pussy. He slowed and buried his cock deep down in my pussy and left go the last few shots of his cum. I threw my arms once again around his neck and we passionately kissed as I felt his cock go soft and slip out of my cum filled pussy. My pussy kind of gave a little burp and I could feel his cum and my juices flowing down toward my butt hole. My whole body was shaking as I started to come back down to earth from just taking the fuck of my life. I broke our kiss and I couldn’t help myself I started to cry and sob.Dad released my legs from his shoulders and kind of jumped off of my body and with a worried look on his face he asked ” What’s wrong princess I didn’t hurt you did I “Between my sobs I was able to say ” No daddy that was just the best fuck I ever had ” and I added ” My tears are tears of joy” I sobbed a little more then I told him ” Thank you daddy I had wanted that for so many years “Dad laid down next to me and pulled me toward him my back pressed against his chest, those heavy arms pulled me tighter against his body as he cuddled me. Daddy would kiss the back of my head every now and then saying ” It’s ok princess daddy is here” and ” Daddy loves you”I sobbed back the best I could ” I love you too Daddy”That day 20 some years ago will always be so special in my heart and mind. It was an moment that I had wanted for so so long and it finally happened .Up next the day after……… guilt,fear,remorse,sadness or bliss,happiness, joy and much more loving. Only tomorrow will I tell.

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Around noon, ESTI will be at my desk. Tan, knee-length skirt, white blouse, long sleves, low heels, pantyhose.At noon, I will place my wrists Batıkent travesti behind me, crossed, as if bound with rope. Legs together Çankaya travesti as if tied together, ankles tucked under the chair. Cebeci travesti Mouth shut as if tape gagged, or over the mouth. I will remain that way for five minutes.Please tell me how you would k**nap me to put me in that bondage and what you would do to me. Hint: going for the DiD fantasy, but a little bit of sexiness would be just as nice. :)Mmmmppphh!(wearing bit gag right now) …More

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womanly experience 2In high school everybody thought I was a girl. I was just approved hormone replacement therapy and people thought it was just a late development of tits. I was mocked for that but I never really cared. My tits did grow to a formidable size later. I was pretty much disgusted at that time with my penis so I tried to not to touch except when I really needed to. And when I talked with the girls about girly things I always referred to my ass as my vagina. It was fun times.At least until I went home. Even though I was officially approved for sex change my father hated the fact and tried to humiliate me at every possible occasion in hope that I will give up and grow up as a man. My mom left us when I was a baby so there was nobody to protect me from his malevolence. His behavior and the fact I never knew my mom probably caused my love and enjoyment of bondage.* * * * *I was close to 19 years of age and it was winter and end of first semester last year of high school. My grades were always an excuse for punishment so I kept them high. But this time I just was not able to cope with one professor (story about it later) and I got C in history class at the end of the semester. I know there will be massive punishment for this so I went home in a hurry hoping that it will all end earlier if I get home earlier.It was menstruation time according to my calendar (I always simulated menstruation, the idea and feeling turns me on) so I had a large tampon up my “vagina” (remember, it was my anus actually) and I already felt some cramps so I wanted to take it out as soon as possible. I rushed into our home, said hi to my dad, and hurried in the bathroom.He was quick to rush after me (I was rarely given any privacy) and demanded to see the grades. While still sitting on the toilet I took the paper out and haded it over with already shaking hands. Even though I should have expected it the slap came pretty much unexpected. He grabbed my hand and tried to drag me out of the bathroom but I was still peeing so I peed on myself and a bit on him. He then stopped and stood there speechless for half a minute. I knew this will turn out bad. Very bad. And the tampon just started hurting.He was quite fast in getting me over his knees and started spanking me Ankara travesti with his slippers. I didn’t count because I was crying but it was a hell lot of spanks on my naked bottom. At one moment he spotted the tampon string and pulled it out with one quick and really painful move. I screamed in pain and he told me if I really want to be a girl he will later show me what it is like being one, but first he must punish me for the grades.Next up, traditionally was the caning. He has chosen the most painful one for me – standing, bent over, and holding my ankles. For this I also had to strip naked and, no matter how much he hated the sex change, I saw a bit of lust in his eyes when he looked over my already very feminine body. His eyes paused the longest on my tits.So I bent over and was ordered to count. I wasn’t said how much will I receive so I knew it will be a lot. The pain was unbearable. I was crying, even screaming by the end. I begged for mercy between the hits and wanted to die. I was sure I once even regretted my sex change. When I finally heard my voice saying “fifty” he stopped. I was sent to kneel in the corner while he went somewhere to get something.I was brave enough to try and turn to look at my bottom. It was terrible and I even saw a few drops of blood. Even though blood doesn’t turn me on I realized my cock is getting an erection. I blamed it on the spanking and caning that always turned me on, but still the greatest effect was the corner time. I was afraid I’ll cum but it didn’t happen.When he came back and I turned to him I saw him holding my vibrating anal toy which I ordered online from some Japanese store. I ordered it on my friend’s address and hid it really well so I thought he doesn’t know about it. It turned out he knew about it for a long time already and just waited for the right moment to use it against me. And it wasn’t all. He also brought some of my sexiest underwear (he must have been going through my stuff regularly), a piece of rope, some clothespins, and a camera (!?).I had to wear the underwear and he told me that if I really want to be a slut then he will make me be one. I was ordered to dance and strip while he took the camera and filmed me doing that. The dance and stripping really turned me Bahçelievler travesti on and my cock flapped around as I danced. At one time he got bored of it and told me to come closer.As I did he lowered his pants and took out his cock. “Suck me, slut!” he said and I was horrified. I always hoped it will never come to this, but seems like he was determined to humiliate me to the end. I really had no choice as he threatened me with more punishment so I sucked.I did see my father naked before but never with an erection. His cock was quite large and it, believe me or not, turned me on. I was afraid too much to touch myself but I wanted to cum so much. In the end he came into my mouth and over my face and said that’s what sluts deserve and that I should be ashamed for seducing my father and giving him a felatio. I was ashamed, but I was horny more than that and I wanted to cum badly. Then it was time for the real punishment he said.He took the rope and anal toy and led me out into the yard. There was some snow on the ground and it was snowing more. I quickly lost my erection and was no more horny when I realized I’ll be naked outside, in the cold, with a chance for our neighbors to see me like that (we had a high fence but there were holes in it).He forced me to the ground and bound my angles and and hands together on my back. I was lying in the snow and felt my nipples turning hard under me from the cold while my cock got as small as it could. He pushed the anal bead into my anus without any lube and it hurt like hell from the tampon that was inside it earlier. He turned it on and dropped the remote on the floor. It dropped near my face and was turned on and set on light vibration.”See you later slut!” he said and went in. I wiggled a bit to see how tight he bound me but quickly realized I shouldn’t get free because I’ll get punished even more if he will not find me like he left me when he comes back. A few minutes later I heard him leaving the house with our car. I was very afraid lying in the snow all naked, with my tits, penis, and the cum on my face getting cold. At that moment I hoped a neighbor will see me and help me out.I was growing uncomfortable with the cold snow under me and my hands and legs hurt from the rope. I wiggled Balgat travesti around and all I succeeded at was that I was able to turn on my side. The position was even more uncomfortable but at least I gave my tits and penis a break from the freezing snow.The vibration was also helping at making me feel more uncomfortable so I tried to reach them by wiggling. I thought I’ll be able to turn it off with my tongue. In the all I managed was to turn the dial to maximum and turn the remote over – making it impossible to turn the thing off.I turned over again getting back on my stomach and felt my nipples going hard again. The vibrations were really hard on maximum and with the combination of hard nipples my fantasy went wild and I got horny again. My cock was pulsating in the snow under me so I managed to turn on my side again. I saw it was a huge erection and it turned me on even more.The cum came quickly as an explosion in the snow in front of me. I trembled both from the joy and cold and completely forgot the pain in my hands and legs. I wanted to scream from the orgasm I had.I would normally, when I was playing in my room, stop at this point. One orgasm was satisfying me 99% of the time. But this time I had no choice and no possibility to turn of the toy. My cock was limp and I turned back on my stomach – right into the spot where I came a few minutes ago. The realization got me horny and I felt another erection. I came while trying to get on my side and added a bit more to the cum smeared over my stomach and snow under it.I came two more times before he got home after around 20 minutes. When he saw what happened he laughed and said I’m as slutty, if not even more, as my mother was. He untied me and told me to get inside.Once inside he said that a new era in my lifetime will begin today. First of all, he said, I will not try to run away because he will show the tape of striping to all my friends, classmates, and family. He also deposited in a safe-box in a bank so searching for it will make no point. Next, he said, I will go to the local college after high school so I will be able to get a decent job. And finally, at all times while I’m home I will have to be naked or in clothes he gives me. I was to continue with my sexual transformation if I want, he would not care about that.I was given a cloth to clean up the piss in the bathroom. After that I went to bath and I believe I don’t have to tell you how my caned and spanked bottom hurt from the hot water. I wasn’t able to sit on it for days…

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