Janne and Her Cruel Daddy

Janne picked me in her Ghia that October night. Not Hallow's Eve just yet. It was still very mild, indian summer, but it had rained earlier in the evening, giving the world that autumnal scent. I came out of the house on Scarritt and down to the curb. I had been waiting for her and didn't want her to come in as Pat was in something of a mood. Pat knew I was going out with Janne but she really wasn't aware of what this relationship had become. Her mood this evening had more to do with her almost ex-husband and the kid arrangements between them.

I opened the passenger side door and got in. Janne had the black vinyl cover up (it was a convertible). I was always so surprised at how cramped those little cars were. She looked ravishing. She was wearing a very wellmade trench coat, beige in the streetlight, and those new $500 dollar calfskin boots. Janne was working parttime at a woman's clothing store in the little town in another part of the state where she lived with her husband. She put most of her salary into clothes. And she had a good eye for what worked for her.

As always her hair was stunning and beautiful. She had a little beret perched on her head, forest green, and her eyes were carefully made up. "Hello Master," She grinned at me, kidding a little, then handed me a joint. I lit it up and sucked on it. "Where can we go?" I pondered. I had told Pat we were going to see a movie, but that is not what I had in mind. "Oh, does Timothy need his Darling Girl?" She fluttered a little for me. She did sardonic well. "Somebody had better be careful or they will be getting their little derrriere spanked." I was stern with her, like a good Daddy. I put the joint to her mouth and let her suck on it.

We were driving north, across town. "You have an idea," I accused her. "Could be," she nodded. "And," she unbuttoned her trenchcoat, and let it slip open just a little, "here's something for you." Underneath the coat she was naked, except for thigh-high hose. I slipped my hand between her legs, finding her pussy and raking my fingers up the slit. "Hmm" she responded prettily. Her legs separated alittle more, all the while she drove the little sports car down a not very busy street. I let my hand wander around, prodding her a bit, making sure she was completely smooth for me.

We turned onto a backroad out at the far northend of town. Not as far out as the biker bar and the gay bar, but nearly to the fair grounds. This road led between a cemetery on one side and a city park on the other. I knew it was a parking spot for teenage kids and I figured Janne had spent a few hours here in her high school days. "You know about this place, don't you?" She looked at me and grinned. "High school make out heaven," I said. "Yes, some found memories here," she joked a little. "I very nearly got raped here junior year!" "Oh horrors!" I mocked her. "It would have been. The guy was a complete toad that Gael set me up with." "What are we doing then, reliving the horror of toad hall?" I was already hard just from fingering her and I was high from the pot..

"Don't worry," she downshifted and swung suddenly into a private drive. "I think you can just see it from here." “See what?” I asked. “You'll see,” She laughed. We got out of the car. We were in somebody's back driveway. "Don't worry, they're out of town." I took her word for it; she knew lots of local information and anyway I was up for the adventure. "Wait a minute," I said, "where are you going?" She came into my arms and we had a lovely kiss, her coat invaded by both of my hands. I pulled it open, exposing her in the moonlight. I touched her small breasts, tweaking her nipples, one with each hand. "More tongue," I said, and kissed her again. She had this clever way of licking your tongue with her's, and then giving it a little suck/tug. Good kisser. I tickled and pinched her hard nipples. I pulled away and looked around. I was in no mood to wait. There was a brick garage and behind it a yard that bordered the cemetery. I didn't think we could be easily seen from the next house there and I intended to use the coat as a blanket. "That house next door is vacant," she told me .Clearly she already had this figured out. "And there isn't a house on the other side." Just the cemetery.

"Take the coat off and leave it in the car," I told her. She pulled the trench coat off and tossed it in the back of the Ghia. She posed in the moonlight. There was some ambient lighting from a streetlight several houses away. And the moon was nearly full. I could see her easily, white, so very white, with the dark hose and the boots and that beret on her head. "Better lose the hat, cutie, or we'll lose the hat." "Good thinking there, Daddy-O," She tossed it in with the trenchcoat. I took her hand. "You really are fucking beautiful." "I'm glad you got fucking in there somewhere." We kissed again, and I pushed my body against her, feeling her shiver a little. "Aw, baby girl are you cold?" She gave me that look, I-know-where-this-is-going. "I'm sure you'll warm me up. Daddy will make his baby all warm and snuggly."

"Or just hot and hurting." I pulled her arm and we both walked around the brick garage into the backyard. There was a wooden swingset there, just behind the garage, and thus hidden entirely from the street. And, providentially there was some cord in a bundle by the garage. "I think there was some planning in this," I said to her. "Who me?" She shrugged and then went over to the swingset and posed at one end, her hands above her head, her legs spread out to the two sides of the inverted V of the swingset. "Did you bring your belt?" She asked softly. "It's been so long, Daddy." She started the little girl voice. "I been so bad Daddy. I need the special spankie to make me be a good girl.

I went over, with the cord. I pulled a knife out of my pants and cut some pieces and tied her to that swingset in the moonlight. She was so white, so pale in the moon. Her blonde hair was lightened in the light, hanging down, nearly to her waist. I tied her hands above her, throwing the cord over the long beam at the top, flattening her small chest, and her ankles one to one side, one to the other. I left about a eighteen inches of play on each side. As it was she was stretched mighty wide.

"I have the belt for the licking you deserve, Darling. Kitten." I trailed my fingers over her flesh. I danced them on her belly, I ran them over her small behind. I kissed her shoulders. "I guess the question is, can you keep quiet." "I promise Daddy. I promise not to holler."

Sweet enough. I took my jeans off, pulling the belt from the loops. I stood there, in the evening moonlight, naked to the waist (just moccasins), looking at my darling girl, the belt doubled in my right hand. "Tonight we will whip every inch of your flesh young lady. And we will certainly pay special attention to your pussy." She shivered. "Thank you Daddy. You are so good to me. You know I love you for it."

“Thwack” The sound of the belt on her belly seemed loud in the night air. “ooof,” Janne groaned. I brought my arm back and slapped her breasts, on the hard nipples. “Owie, Daddy!” She twisted in the moonlight, shaking her hair a little. I went around behind her and whistled the belt onto her bottom. That made her shake a little. I circled back around, eying her bare puss. Time for my favorite slap. I brought the leather up hard, between her legs. “Oh Daddy!” And she thrust her mons out to me, “More, harder!” She had that sweet glazed look in her eyes, “Please” She pleaded with me. I whipped it up, again, onto her bare vulva as she pushed it towards me, timing the blow to meet her at maximum force. “ Oof, Oh god So good.” “I think you are giving credit to the wrong boy here,” I felt my cock with my other hand.

“You know,” I looked around. “This is a shade too easy.” By the other side of the garage were several rose bushes, growing together. It was end of season and there were no flowers, but there were several lengths of stem, covered with thorns. While Janne hung there, panting, and calling after me, “Please Daddy, more, more!” I walked over to the flower bushes and cut several lengths of stem, five ultimately, so that they made a nice bundle in my hand. About eighteen twenty inches long, but not all the same length. I shaved the thorns off one end so I could hold them in my hand. I swished them through the air and brought them down on my own thigh. “Oh shit,” I said, the thorns did their work very effectively.

I walked back over to Janne and showed her the rose stems. “This is for my good little girl. Are you my good little girl?” I grinned evilly, and went up to her and kissed her, lots of tongue, brushing the stems across her naked flesh, trailing the thorns along her breasts, her nipples, her belly, and bringin the bundle up between her legs, slowly. “Ow, owoowo owowo, shit, ow, fuck,” She started that lovely litany I so cherished. I swished the stems across her bare armpits, and down her neck, and along her hips, scratching her gently. “I'm gonna whip you with these.”

She looked a little scared, “Okay. Whatever you want.” “What was that?” She grimaced and then gave me that sardonic smile, little catlike grin, “Anyway, maybe it'll make the angel turn.” I kissed her again and put my other hand on her pussy, pinching roughly, feeling her thick wet labia. “What are you talking about girl?” We kissed again before she answered. “See over in the cemetery. See the angel over that grave?” I looked behind myself over to the one side. “Yes, there's a big stone angel, wings spread like your legs.”

“That's it. The story is if you kiss at the full of the moon and you're truly in love the angel turns around and blesses you.” I kissed her chin and neck and her ear, licking, biting a little. “Well, if anything proves it to be true love we are going to give the rose thorns that chance. And right between your legs, where your love for me lives and where my love for you will be as cruel as it takes.”

I stepped back, feeling the weight of the rose stems. I whisked them back and forth in a great figure eight. Her eyes never left them. I pulled them first behind me, then I swung them hard right onto her flat breasts. Her whole body quivered and she screamed, “Awwww!” That made me a little paranoid. We were practically in public. I came over and put my hand over her mouth. “I'm starting to think you might need a gag.” There were beautiful crystalline tears in the corners of her eyes. I took my hand away and applied my tongue, Running my fingers over her breasts while I kissed her, I felt little drops of blood. I put my fingers to my mouth and, watching her, licked her blood from my flesh. “Hmmm.” “So you came as a vampire?” She snickered. “I haven't come yet, young lady. I thought you are here as my lil girl?!” “Yes Daddy,” she reverted to her ‘voice.' “That really hurt, Daddy. I don't know if I can take it without screaming.”

“Okay, Darling Girl.” I picked my underwear up and said, “Open,” and pushed it into her mouth. “Now for Daddy's real fun.” I turned and walked away far enough to get a good arc. I brought those roses right up between her legs. Her eyes were big as saucers in the moonlight. Her scream was muffled by the cloth but her whole body twisted riding and down on the cords. I ripped the stems and thorns up into her pussy again this time pulling it back towards me at the top of the arc. This made her absolutely frantic. Her eyes were blinking and tears were streaming down her face and she was shoving her head forward, trying to tell me something. I went to her and pulled the underwear out of her mouth. “Look! Look!” she was yelling at me, and I turned around. The statue seemed to be almost in the same position, or had it moved for me? She kissed me and said while she was doing it, “I must be really stoned because I saw the damn thing move!” “Yeah, right,” I kissed her back, my fingers raking her pussy, my other hand straying down behind her, parting her bottom and poking none too gently at her asshole.

“Get around behind me, Daddy, and fuck my asshole. Maybe you can see it too!” Her face was teary and I licked some of the tears for the sweetness and the saltiness. I know when to humor a vision and I went around behind her, getting in between her and the cross piece of the swingset. I moistened my bad boy and pulled her left cheek away from her right. It took me a minute to get the angle and then I worked my way into her, after rubbing some more spit on my guy. I held her by the points of her hips and pulled her down hard onto me. My right hand went up across her chest, and found her breast, pinching the nipple hard and I breathed in her neck and her long blonde hair against my chest. I rode her hard. She was nearly breathless and I knew she was watching that statue. I started stroking her hard, relentlessly, and my right hand went down to her bare pussy and pinched her button, while my left arm surrounded her waist and held her tightly. We were both very stoned and that made me take a while to finally come.

She came first, of course, my finger swirling her clit and my cock ripping her asshole, hands over her head, her eyes glazed in a half conscious vision of stone divinity turning towards her. “I guess this means its true love, Daddy.” She was crying a little. To be honest, I hadn't seen any miracles, but I was completely diverted by my cock spewing and my throat growling, so its possible I may have missed it. I put my hand on her cheek and wiped the tears away. She moaned low in her throat. “What am I going to do?”

“What's a matter, kitten?” I pulled out of her and came around, starting to untie her arms. “Shit shit shit Timothy.” I got her arms loose, and did her left leg first. “You're not telling me something.” “uh, welll. Gee, Daddy, uh…” I finished untying her and took her in my arms, kissing her. “It'll be okay little Darlin'” Janne's eyes were big in the moonlight and she was crying for real. “Cher Timothe, John's been offered a job in Stockton with the company who just put him through school. That's Stockton, California.”

I looked over at the angel. If he had moved would I get to keep her? If he hadn't moved, would this woman leave me forever? The angel was a dour representation. He looked pissed to me. I started licking the blood off of Janne's body, working my way down to her smooth pussy. “well,” I said, “We have this moment right now.” And, on my knees in someone's back yard, I spread her pussy lips and rested my tongue lightly on her clit. And then I sucked slowly and gradually harder and harder, my fingers sliding into her damp cunt, her hands on my shoulders, her body softly shaking with her sobs. In what seemed like only a few seconds she started coming, crying out and falling on me, the two of us falling onto the grass. “Oh Daddy.” She said, and I pulled her to me in a tight embrace.