A Visit from Daddy
Chapter 7
March 1, 2005
Dearest Mommy
To quote Alice, "Things are getting curiouser and curiouser ". Daddy's
development has grown to the point that I am beginning to believe "he" is in
charge. There I've said it; daddy is no longer neuter, it is a he. I know my
grammar may have become a bit flawed and frayed at the edges, but there is no
other way I can describe the situation here. Daddy has chosen Jennifer as his
conduit to us and I am not too surprised over this latest development. I am
however amazed and perhaps a bit frightened at what he seems to have in store
for us. It is not what he has decreed to date, it is the implications that arise
from his messages delivered by Jennifer that concern me. Perhaps you are in a
better place than I shall soon find myself.
This brings me to your situation, which seems to be quite dire as your
time at the sanitarium winds down. The latest pictures are quite distressing. It
is most apparent from them that nurse Divot has indeed made good with her threat
to open another one of your passage ways to that army of fiends who seem bent on
ruining your delicate body. I am also astonished at how large your stomach has
become. I had expected to find you quite emaciated by now since food costs money
and you have none at your disposal.
The doctor tells me that you are on a special water diet, which is the
cause of your rather distended abdomen. I must admit there is some logic to
keeping your stomach totally stretched to its very limit. Obviously your desire
for sustenance has to become minimal. I am however rather curious as to how you
are dealing with those who you entertain in the evening and early morning while
nurse Divot supervises you. I must make an inquiry on this matter when next I
speak to the doctor about your status.
This missive will have to be somewhat truncated as things are quite busy
at the moment. I have however managed to communicate with the representative of
the Order of St. Switchers, who informs me that your cell awaits you. In keeping
with the Order's code of conduct you are going to be confined there with only
minimal food and water for the first month of your stay. You will be chained to
your wooden pallet, which has no mattress or covering. In keeping with their
requirements you will confess your sins and be given severe penance to atone for
them. You will be instructed on what is defined as sinful and expected to recant
all you past offenses against the rules of the Order. In your case there is no
invincible ignorance, you will be responsible for all past behavior despite any
mitigating circumstances you may offer up to your confessor. Stay well and I
will communicate with you once you've taken up residence in your cell.
March 25, 2005
Dearest Mommy
I see that you are properly ensconced in your new quarters. I must admit
that I expected to see you on your back, hands above her head and fastened to
the top of your pallet, legs modestly parted, with ankles secured to the bottom
edges of your bed. Instead you appear to be a contortionist with your ankles
pinned back against your ears and both wrists and ankles anchored to the same
points on the pallet by manacles. How in the world is it possible to sleep in
such a cramped position? That and the obvious fact that you are totally devoid
of clothing must make for very interesting evenings as the temperature in your
cell drops and you have nothing to put between your shivering flesh and the
intruding coolness of night.
I have to say that your hind quarters have certainly absorbed some very
vigorous applications of the switch, and I am informed this will remain your lot
in life until the good priest who is hearing your daily confession is satisfied
that you are concealing nothing. I am told that they are considering sterner
measures such as replacing the tried and true switch with the much heavier and
more damaging bamboo cane when your buttocks are being beaten. The switch will
be reserved for those times when your breasts and genitals are to be whipped as
your penance.
I am told that your cell is located deep within the bowels of the
monastery to avoid exposing the other penitents to your sinful presence. The
good priest has ordained that your sinful orifices are to be kept blocked to
avoid tempting any of the members of the Order who must come in contact with you
during your stay. It is amazing how elastic your vagina and anus must be in
order to accommodate the huge implements that are now blocking them. I won't
concern myself with how you relieve yourself under these conditions, but leave
that to those good souls who have taken it upon themselves to bring you back
into the light.
Daddy has now assumed total command over my home and its occupants.
Jennifer has become more than his conduit; she now is his surrogate. I find it
hard to believe that I am writing this, but she is actually having sexual
congress with him on a nightly basis. I am amazed that I do not rage against
this type of behavior which would have been unthinkable a month or so ago.
Perhaps it is the fluid that Daddy provides us. I fear that I have become
addicted to it, my humor is drastically altered when I miss a feeding.
We are all subject to corporal punishment which Jennifer delivers under
Daddy's supervision. Magda has proven to be the most resistant to Daddy's
desires and therefore she is thrashed almost daily. It is almost a surreal
experience to witness Magda, naked as the day she was born, standing with her
arms pointed straight up to the ceiling and her legs spread wide apart to expose
her sex in a most shamless way.
We all are becoming accustomed to the pattern of welts that seem to
cover almost her entire body. We have grown insensitive to her appearance as it
seems to be one that she has willfully chosen. Jennifer has now begun to use the
weighted cane as her primary implement of choice when disciplining Magda.
Yesterday she whipped the willful woman across her bare breasts until both were
totally covered with deep welts, and in many places the cane had drawn blood as
well. Magda seems at times to be almost immune to what Jennifer is meting out to
her. I sometimes fear for her safety and sanity. I cannot fathom what drives her
to create this harm to what once was a superbly shaped body, the envy of all but
the rarest of women.
I must end this missive at this point since Daddy has announced there
will be a feeding for us in one hour and I must prepare myself properly to
accommodate what he will be delivering. Stay well and hopefully your confessor
will soon see that you are truly dedicated to rising above the excesses of the
flesh.
April 9, 2005
Dearest Mommy
You continue to amaze me with your aberrant behavior. I felt certain
that this latest residence might finally satisfy your needs, but alas, such is
not the case according to what I have been told. It seems your confessor has
become quite exasperated with the litany of sins that you recite every day he
sits beside you and listens to your confession. I can't blame the priest if as
he claims, you are still reciting sins that were commmitted decades ago. I gave
the Order my permission for them to subject you to more advanced forms of
punishment and from the pictures I received the other day, they are carrying out
their agenda with all due diligence.
I would imagine that being repeatedly dunked, headfirst, into a barrel
of cold water for progressively longer periods while at the same time your
private parts are being vigorously birched is a procedure that should make you
wish to cooperate with the desires of your keepers. Yet you continue to regale
the good priest with your various peccadillos despite the increasingly harsh
treatment that you are receiving. I urge you to reform quickly or soon the
barrel into which you are plunged will contain something much more odious than
cold water. I trust I am making myself clear.
Daddy's supremecy is beyond question. The other day Magda finally was
broken. The poor dear had run out of skin that was unmarked and so Jennifer was
starting to revisit the more tender regions of her bare body with the weighted
cane. Magda was ordered to assume a contorted position that opened her genitals
to the cane and Jennifer took full advantage. I was surprised that Magda, who is
a large powerful woman, possessed the agility to bend over backwards and present
her spread thighs and tender pudendum while supporting her bridged body with her
hands.
At Daddy's behest Magda counted each stroke and thanked Daddy after
each one. Jennifer spared her nothing, landing blow after blow into that pink
crevice that is a woman's most secret place. When it became so swollen as to
block access to her vagina, Jennifer began to etch deep welts into the insides
of her thighs, which by then were trembling from the strain of holding this very
uncomfortable position.
I recall that she had just thanked Daddy for the fifty-third stroke when
he took matters into his own hands. We were all aghast as he took the cane from
Jennifer and laid a brutal stroke that split her swollen flesh and actually
penetrated into her most intimate region bringing forth a cry of agony that made
the hair on my nape grow stiff. There was no need for a second stroke as she
totally capitulated and collapsed upon the floor. Daddy proceeded to scoop up a
sobbing Magda who probably has not shed tears since she was a very young girl,
and carried her away to his quiet space, a room that none of us dare set foot
in. When they returned, my dear friend Magda looked radiantly happy.
I must close this letter and pray that when it reaches you, things have
taken on a more regulated pace and you are taking the first steps on the path
towards serenity. I truly fear for your personal safety if you continue to
resist the wishes of the Order.
(to be continued)
