At Daddy's Mercy

 

At Daddy’s mercy, beck and call part 7 of 12

 

Foreword:

Here is another part of Diane’s lived story. I had promise her to translate it, but I don’t like it.

A young girl is treated by an adolescent as if she was a plaything only for his pleasure and his sexual experiment. 

/Cecilita

cecilitaSv70@hotmail.com

 

Proof read: Stiga

 

 

At Daddy’s mercy, beck and call part 7 of 12

 

After the phone call he sat silent for a long time and who was I to disturb him. I could suspect that he had invited Pelle to see me in my nakedness and service and also that that would be more humiliating than anything. In my heart I know that I had just to let it happen if he decided so.

 

It was out of my hands to influence. I was here as a slave-girl and had my orders clear from Daddy, to convince Jens that I was his best choice for a wife and a slave-girl that he could ever dream of.

 

 

 

THE PIG HUNT.

 

He was sitting at the table and had me standing, as usual in order position obliquely in front of him, with my encouraging smile, as I though everything was funny.

 

“I want to play the pig-hunt-game with you” he told me.

 

It was not that he asked of my opinion. I knew that I had no opinion in his eye. I didn’t know what he meant by it anyhow, so I had only to follow his lead and do my very best in any of his games. 

 

I got the feeling of that he had many fantasies that he wanted to play out with me during this short period I was here.

 

He took an Air-gun and loaded it with some red plastic ammunition. He took the bullet from a can and I could see that they were sharp red. The whole bottom of the can was filled by them and there must be more than 30.

 

I was ordered to move over to the opposite part of the kitchen and I did so with the fake smile on my face. I was scared but I didn’t dare to let it show and my smile camouflage it, even when we both knew that I was ordered to smile and I was afraid that my smile spurred him.

 

“Turn around” he ordered and I did and in a second I had my nude back to him. But I could see him clearly in a mirror on the wall.

 

I was almost paralyzed when I saw him raised the gun and pointing it in my direction. He aimed at me and fired the gun. I felt immediately a sting on my left bottom check and my left hand left my neck and flew down to the hurting spot. I couldn’t help it. It was a reflex.

 

“Who told you to move your hand?”

 

“No body, Sir! I’m sorry Sir!”

 

”Put your hand back and stand still!”

 

"Yes Sir!"

 

“I’m not going to kill you!”

 

“No Sir!”

 

I’m instinctively afraid of guns and firearms of all kind and this gun looked like a real gun to me. Later he told me that it was an air gun and he put plastic bullets in it. The bullet would hit me in high speed and splash and cause pain. Perhaps it would make me cry out, but there were no danger. 

 

I saw him in the mirror taking aim again and a felt the sting. I stretch the muscles in my bottom. It hurt a lot like a bee-sting in the spring with paralyzing and stinging pain.

 

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Then he took me out in the garden and up to a very big field with about 50 centimetres (19 in) high grass.

 

He was dressed in a shirt, pants and long rubber boots but he had his pants open in the front so I could se he cock in semi hard condition pointing out of the open fly.

 

He explained his rules to me. I had to crawl in the high grass and try to hide. He was going to hunt me and shoot me with his airgun and every hit would paint my skin red on the spot. 

For every time he hit my naked skin I was going to get ten times more blows by the birch-rod on my bottom.

 

 

The field he pointed out was rather big and I should have a fair chance, he said. He didn’t tell me then that his intention was to use 30 or more plastic bullets on my naked body when ever he could spot me. He warned me to run too far over the hill because the Svensen family could see me. “But that is up to you!” he added.

He told me that he had decided the game last for 30 minutes in all and I was given 2 minutes leading before he started his chase of me.

 

I didn’t even think of running away because I had no way to go. Running to my father was even more unthinkable. No, I had to stay and suffer the pain. Or perhaps try to do my part as good as possible and hide from him.

 

Before he started his game he had me put on leather kneepads and leather gloves with a leather cushion. It all seemed to be made by hand. The left leather glove didn’t fit me that good.

 

He looked at my smiling face.

 

“Do you have any questions before you go?”

 

He asked of me. It was difficult for me to understand why he was playing this game with me; it could hardly be a test of my obedience to him more of my skill to hide. Why should he shoot at my naked body and make my skin hurt and after that punish me for every hurting bullet he hit me with? As if the hits wasn’t enough.

 

There couldn’t possibly be any fun with this game. But I had no question to ask of him. I had only to hide away from him as long as possible.

 

I liked all the games my Daddy played with me and I had to like this one as well. I had to think of like a game of hide-and-seek to make it easier for myself.

 

"No Sir!"

 

“OK. Off You go!”

 

I was on my hands and knees and started to crawl out in the high grass. Behind me I heard him counting loudly; twenty-five, twenty-six …

 

The soft-locking grass was whipping my naked skin at my arms and calves and it was hurting badly, but I had to ignore it and run. Stinging pain that I must restrain.

 

I felt the sun burning my naked back.

 

 In the beginning I was running on my hands and feet straight forward and at his “Fifty” I lowered my bottom and started to crawl, but now straight to left. He had told me he was going to count to one hundred and twenty. The blades of grass hit my face badly and my arms and breasts as well.

 

When I looked backwards I saw that the grass was showing where I went. So in panic I raised my rump again and started to run as quick as I could.  I didn’t know if I was allowed to run with my bottom high but it was a much faster way to travel. The fact that he easy could see me made me be careful with this showing.

 

I felt like and wild animal and now it was easy for me to understand how an animal felt trying to escape the hunter.

 

I looked back and couldn’t see or hear him so I decided to go straight right and then to crawl slow and keep my naked body as low as possible.

 

So I heard his voice calling out: “I’m coming after you little pig!”

 

I felt a sting in my heart. He saw me as a little pig, not a human, or it was the game.

I fought myself to see his games as a play and I decided that I would do my best in his game, not only for avoiding his bullets but also for my Daddy’s order of me “doing anything to convince him….”

 

I could hear him coming through the grass from my left backside and lower my nude body to the ground having the grass stabbing into my belly and my breasts.

 

I listen carefully but couldn’t hear him. He had stopped and was searching for my, his little pig.

 

In my nakedness I felt so vulnerable but in the same time it felt natural to be naked in the out in the nature. Daddy had had me naked outdoors in the summer very much so that I had adjusted to and learned to feel natural.

 

Hiding here I suddenly felt a longing for Jens semen and the taste of it and that I rather sucked at him then crawled here. I love semen, it taste so soft, smooth and salty and I like the feeling of swallow it down my throat. I also love to hold it in my mouth and show it for my Daddy and then was allowed to swallow it down.

 

It felt really funny to unexpectedly start to think of the taste of semen out here in the field. It was my job to make him spray into my mouth when ever he wanted so I had only to wait for next time to come.

 

“Ouch!”

 

I felt a real bad sting at my right bottom cheek and understood that Jens was behind me and that his bullet had hit me.

 

Instinctively I started to crawl away from him forwards but only to get another sting on my left bottom cheek.

 

I kept crawling and turn left only to get another hit in between my cheeks and to my anus, that I didn’t knew was so visible for him. I was really suffering from that hit and I felt my anus cramp and spasm in pain.

 

“Ouch!”

 

“That was a bull eye!”  I heard him shout, but I didn’t know what he meant by that as I felt the pain.

 

In the same time as I felt pain from my body parts I also felt something leaking  and I hoped that it wasn’t blood.

 

“Ow!”

 

Another sting at my left thigh, but now I had found speed in my crawling and heard that he was a bit behind me. I directly turned right and the right again. I knew that I now was crawling back to him in my escaping but thought it was a good idea. It was!

 

I kept my body low to the ground and was still. I heard him running in the grass as I stopped and he was hopefully following another trace in the grass, from a real animal or something. He was running fast and I heard him disappear.

 

I kept low and hope that he wouldn’t return in the first moments.

 

I had received four hits and that earned me forty hits by the birch-twigs on my bottom. As long as I could keep it that low I was happy but I knew that that was impossible. In moment I felt the pain from the whipping blades of grass on my unprotected body but fought to not think of it.

 

It felt so comical when I crawled naked here. But I also felt it like a game that I must win. He must not see me again until he had decided that the game was over. He could not lose a game that he set the rules for and I wouldn’t dare to challenge him.

 30 minutes he said. I wondered how many minutes there was left or if he wanted to prolong it to an hour or two if he found it enjoyable. He was in the end titled to fix any time for his game as he wanted. I hope for not, it was much better if I had to act in his direct presence. I felt my body captivate his mind better then. It pleased me to see him react with lust at his view of my naked body, some little touch of power as I was allowed to   feel. It thrilled me in a funny and unknown way.

 

Grass straws tickled on my belly. And I could even feel them at my private part where it had found its way in my cowered altitude. Some insects had been enticed by the sweat on my nude body and were annoying me, but I couldn’t fight them. I had to let them crawl in their ticklish way over my body.

 

Now I could hear him returning over the field but in the wrong direction. He was calling and I dare to not obey him and show myself, but had I bad feeling of it.

 

How much time left?

 

When I heard him turn again and walk further away from me I dared to peek at him and quickly lower my head again. Now I could hear in his voice that he wasn’t amused any more.

 

He stopped at the middle of the field and shouted:

 

“Stand up!”

 

I must obey and before my mind had decided it my body was on its way up. I took the only position that I knew was right in all situations, the order-position.

It felt nice for my body to stretch out my limbs and I felt a nice and light breeze nicely cooling of my warm skin, but I also felt smarting pain all over.

 

I also felt like a puppet. He called and I jumped!

That was the reason I was here, I reminded myself.

 

I could see his member (cock) standing straight out and I could in a second throw myself in front of him to work for his liquid gift, it he only give me the order. It had not reduced my thirst but it had broken the crawling stress over the field. I was so thirsty that I had gladly taken even his urine down my throat.

 

“OK! Crawl and hide again!”

 

He shouted and started to walk in my direction. I quickly crouched and started to crawl on my hands and feet to my left and made it as quickly as I could without of raising my bottom for him to see and trace. As soon I felt it safe I fell down at my hands and knees.

 

The grass straws whipped my legs and arm and also my face. I kept my mouth closed to protect it from the whipping straws but I felt them hitting my face.

 

I had only one thought in my head, to escape him, more to win the game then to avoid his bullets, they where easier to handle and only harmed the skin. My ambition to win, when it was allowed, trigged something deeper in my mind. I believe that I have a winning spirit in my soul.

Though there was no conflict with my submission to obey and to subordinate myself to a man, Daddy or as now a Master. 

Then I felt it wasn’t allowed to try to win and I adjust quickly to that situation.

 

By having me standing up and reveal my hiding point he sheeted in his game, but I didn’t even allowed my self that thought until years after. It was his game and his rules. He could change his rules during the game and it still was up to him.

 

As a reward for my obedience I felt the blows from two bullets. One hit my left shoulder and the other my behind when I quickly tried to escape him again. He was on his feet and I was on my all four and he was quicker and hit me twice more, as I raised my bottom to run faster on my hands and feet, now with my head downwards running blindly as the straws whipped my naked skin.

 

As I run blindly in one direction I manage to run away from him and turned right and then right again after some metres. Then I stopped and throw myself flat to the ground and felt the grass hurting my naked skin. Daddy had taught me to stand pain in small amounts.

I wasn’t sure if he allowed me to raise my body in my all four (hands-feet) position again, but he hadn’t correct me, when I did. I was afraid that my heavy breathing would reveal my position.

 

There couldn’t be that much time left now.

 

I lay still and tried to pant in a controlled way.

I have so far “earned” 80 blows from the punish instrument he selected and thought that was enough, but who was I to say?

 

As my heartbeat went down I felt the stinging and burning pain from the blade of grass on my naked skin on my arms, breasts, thighs and face. 

 

I hope that he didn’t decide to repeat this game when Pelle arrived. Two hunters in the field were too much.

 

Suddenly he called the game off and had my stand again.

 

Quickly I rose to my feet and took the order-position and felt again the sun burning at my naked skin but also the cooling breeze. I stood 50 meter (160 ft) from him an in direction to the house.

 

“Here!”

 

I run with my long legs towards him over the grass and tried to block of the pain and smarting.

 

I stopped before him and took the up stretched order-position, naked in the sun and waited for what to do.

 

“SUCK!”

 

I had felt it in my backbone when I run up to him and saw his stiff member waiting for me.

In a second I had thrown myself on my knees in front of him and had my mouth open and waiting for it. I took it in my dry mouth and started to suck him and massage him with my tongue and lips. As I started to massage him I felt liquid in my mouth.

 

My head nodded up and down at his cock. I waited for his liquid gift to spray down my throat as valuable drops, which I knew tasted so good. Soon he rewarded me and I tasted the salty drops.

 

Now my painful skin took over my brain.

 

“Run up to the house and drink and have a shower!”

 

"Yes Sir!"

 

  As ordered I run up to the house and into the kitchen and drank from the water tap in the washing up sink. 

 

Then I run to the bathroom and prepared for the shower. I also watch myself in the mirror and saw that I was red whip all over my body. Then I was forced to percept the pain from it.

 

But that pain was none compared to the pain when I in the shower let the water hit my naked body. My first reaction was to run out from the shower, but then I thought of that he had ordered me to shower and a stayed there and put up with the pain.

 

My mind was also occupied by the worrying thought of Pelle as a visitor and I wondered if Daddy had allowed that. I was Jen’s slave girl and couldn’t even protest, but I decided that I would tell Daddy later. I longed for my Daddy. He was so predictable, so easy to obey.

 

I had two days and one night to be tested by Jens and I had not only to endure what he decides to happen to me, but also to do my very best to convince him that I was his best choice for a wife and a slave-girl. The only asset I had was my trained skills, my naked body and my obedience.

 

 

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If there are still interests out there in the cyberspace I will continue.

Translating is a hard work and as a woman I’m driven by encouragement.

I thank all those nice people who had taken their time to feed me.

/Cecilita