Beth
by Allene
Chapter 34
We left the following day to go house hunting. Dad would be
covering the whole state so it did not matter where we lived. We
found a cute house in Black Diamond that was isolated from the
neighbors about a mile from a lake and close enough to the
freeway for Dad's travels everywhere and my commute to school.
Dad had enrolled me in a private college-prep school and bought
me a cute sports-car now that we could afford it.
Dad called the psychiatrist our doctor had recommended but I
was able to convince him in a couple of visits that I did not
need his help by telling him I realized the priest was a
disturbed man and that I knew all men weren't like him.
My Dad was very relieved that I would not need the treatment,
as he did not have to worry and we would save tons of money. In
celebration he bought me a horse so I could ride deep into the
woods and go naked when I wanted.
I became increasingly frustrated as time went by. My Dad's
job took him out of town at least two nights a week so I had
plenty of time to myself to experiment. However,no matter what I
did to myself I could never have the crashing orgasms I had
received from being punished by others.
My Dad's attitude toward me changed after our photo session.
For instance he had never bought clothes for me. In the past I
would tell him what I wanted and what it cost. If we could afford
it he would give me the money to buy it. Now he brought something
home for me after each of his trips. At first it was just
transparent blouses and mini-skirts or tight sweaters.
One night he came home and said," Look what I found for you
in Portland, Baby." I opened the box to find two pairs of short
shorts and two tiny halters for my breasts. " Try them on, Honey.
Let's see how they look."
I went into my room, took off all my clothes, and put on the
tiny shorts. The shorts showed almost as much as a Bikini bottom.
They were cut as hip-huggers so low that if I had pubic hair the
top part would show. The part that went between my legs was just
a wide seam only hiding the crack of my pussy. The seat was cut
up so the bottom parts of my cheeks showed. The top was just an
elastic strap just wide enough to cover the bottom of my breasts
and just over the top of my nipples. The elastic caused my
breasts to balloon over the top creating a lot of cleavage.
When I went back into the living room Dad whistled and gushed
over how great I looked. After having me pose a little he went to
his room for the camera.
He had me pose bent over, lying down with legs open and
closed. Finally he said, " Put your hands together and stretch
them up as high as you can." I obeyed as the exhibition was
turning me on. As I was straining for as much height as possible
I felt my nipples pop out of the top. I acted as if I did not
notice, as my Dad took pictures as fast as he could from all
angles. I was enjoying the stretched feeling as it reminded me so
much of being hung up for a whipping and the obvious admiration
of my body from Dad.
While he got more film I changed into the other outfit. The
shorts were the same size and cut as the first ones except there
were no sides. There were just strings going through eyelets on
the sides so I just had a patch of cloth in the front to hide my
pussy and a patch in the rear covering the center part of my ass.
It was obvious I could not wear panties with these no matter how
brief, as they would show. The top consisted of two triangles
held together by strings around my neck and back. The bottom of
the triangles could be pushed together on the string to make them
smaller. By this time I was pretty excited over the exhibitionism
and the obvious admiration so I pinched them together as much as
possible so only my nipples were hidden.
When I came out he smiled broadly as he noted the way I had
arranged the top and left the strings loose on the bottom so any
time I turned sideways he could peek under the patches.
On the last picture I jumped up to grab the bar that
supported the partition wall we could use to close off the dining
area. This left my feet hanging about a foot off the floor. My
Dad stared at me and his voice caught when he said, "My God. You
look beautiful stretched that way. Is that how you looked when
you were whipped?"
My voice quavered too as I answered, "Not exactly. I was
naked for him and tied this way. Remember? Would you like to see
me that way?"
" Yes, but you better not. I don't think I could stand it.
We then met at the couch to look at the pictures. He kept
looking at my face as I looked at the pictures. I think he wanted
to know if my near-nakedness embarrassed me. He finally had to be
sure, so after telling me how beautiful I was he asked me, " Does
My taking pictures of you embarrass you, Honey?"
" No, Dad." I replied, " I am proud of my looks. Should I be
embarrassed?" " No. Of course not. You are very beautiful. I
wish the whole world could see you."
At that point he said he had to go to bed as he had to get up
early. It was only nine P.M. and by the obvious hardness of his
dick I assumed he was really going to bed to jerk off. I knew I
would!
From then on the costumes became even skimpier. He even sent
away for things from Frederick's of Hollywood. I was starting to
get a little bored with the same posing routines although he
didn't.
One night he came with a new present he seemed especially
proud of. He said, " I had a friend make this especially for you.
Go try it on. Don't wear anything under it."
When I went into my room and opened the box I was a little
disappointed. It was a miniskirt and breast-band made of
deerhide. After being nearly naked for him with the Frederick's
stuff this seemed pretty tame. I put the skirt on over my naked
body tightening the thongs that held it together as tight as I
could. The band for my breasts had thongs to tighten at the back
and front. Naturally I tied it at the front to show my breasts
almost to the nipples then tightened it at the back so they would
compress and ballon around the leather. My nipples were hard from
the excitement and made bumps in the thin leather.
I still was not impressed till I moved. The soft leather felt
like human skin. As I walked it felt like hands were caressing my
lower body and breasts. I felt very turned on as I went back to
the living room.
Dad said, " I have another item for you. You know how
wonderful you look stretched out. These will let you hang by your
arms without hurting you." "He showed me leather wrist-cuffs
padded with sheep's wool. I was already turned on and this really
agitated me as I remembered the church dungeon.
I knew I could not speak without showing my emotion so I just
held out my hands in front of me so he could lock them on. He led
me over to the bar and put a rope over it which he hooked onto
the cuffs. When he pulled me off the floor I was already panting
from the memories this evoked.
While he took pictures I kept squirming to get the lovely
sensation of the leather against my flesh.
Finally he came over to say the skirt could be a little
shorter as he rolled it up till my crotch almost showed then
pinned it with long pins. The pins evoked more memories and I
began to pant with excitement. By the time he had stepped back to
take the picture I had spread my legs to force the skirt even
higher. This really encouraged him.
He came back to me and fondled the taut muscles of my stomach
and said, "God Baby, hanging like that does fantastic things for
your body, Could I see you like the priest did?"
I felt myself getting wet as I breathed, "Yes. Please, I want
you to see me ."
He took off the skirt and top. After a couple of pictures he
could not stand it any longer let came back to caress me again. I
knew what I needed and hoped he would not refuse.
"I want you to know exactly what it was like. Take off your
belt and hit me with it."
He got kind of a sick look on his face then slid his belt out
of his pants and began to spank me with it. I was on the verge of
orgasm when he stopped and stood in front of me breathing hard.
I said with a quavering voice, "No! Don't stop. He hit my
breasts and pussy too."
He was surprised but eager to do it and began alternating
lashes to my breasts and pussy until my body was pulsating with
orgasms and his excitement took over. He dropped his pants and
grabbed my ass to bury his beautiful penis in my cunt. It had
been so long for me and the leather and hanging was so exciting I
squealed in delight and managed to come several times before he
did.
At the last minute he must have remembered who I was and the
consequences of pregnancy. He jerked out his dick and let his cum
land on my leg.
He was sobbing as he let me down. " I am so sorry Baby, I
could not help myself. I must be crazy. I love you but I hurt
you. What if I got you pregnant!"
I managed to calm myself and him down by hugging him then
told him that he did not have to worry as I had been on the Pill
for a long time. He asked me how I had obtained a prescription. I
told him I had gone to the doctor to complain of irregular
menstruation and the doctor had prescribed the Pill to solve the
problem. This was true except I had lied to the doctor about my
non-existent problem to get the Pill to avoid pregnancy. My Dad
was relieved saying, " That explains why you were so emotional
for a while in Ellensburg." That was not the reason of course,
but as long as it ended the mystery for him I was happy.
" We can never do this again. It is incest. You should have
me arrested."
I tried to calm him down by saying we loved each other and
needed each other since he did not have Mom any more and I had
no-one. Now that we both knew how wonderful sex was it would not
be right to deprive either of us of that pleasure.He did calm
down, but was obviously not convinced. He just said, " I am glad
I have to go out of town tomorrow. It will give us both a chance
to think."
