What Girls are Made For

What Girls are Made For

Part One

       Mae lay naked on the bed next to her favourite teddy bears. She had just finished taking a bath and was supposed to be getting dressed, but instead she snuggled her wet body into her duvet and watched the drips of water run from her skin onto the cover.

       She picked up a picture book her Daddy had given her a few days earlier. It had pictures of girls, just like mae, doing things with men. Some of the girls were tied up, and others were kneeling on the ground, or down on their hands and knees. They were all naked or in shreds of ripped clothing.

       Some of the girls were worshipping men’s cocks, and some were taking cocks in their holes. But mae liked the photos with the crying girls the best. She liked looking at the girls’ faces after they had been whipped and beaten and the tears were still wet on their cheeks. Mae knew that was “what girls are made for”-- to please men with their tears. The pictures excited her and made her breathe heavily.

       Mae looked across the bedroom to the doorway. Her bedroom door was wide open as Daddy had instructed. Nobody was allowed to shut doors in the house, even when they went to the toilet. That was one of Daddy’s rules.

       She looked down the hallway. It was empty and there were no sounds of movement. Mae snaked her small hand down her stomach and over her smooth pussy, stroking gently as she turned the pages of the book with her free hand. She had only discovered the nice feelings that came from stroking her pussy a short time ago, quite by accident when she aimed a jet of water between her legs in the bath and noticed a tingly feeling.

       It didn’t take long to discover that touching herself had the same effect, and lately she had been doing it secretly every chance she got.

She didn’t wear panties like other girls … also one of Daddy’s special rules. So it wasn’t hard to slip her hand beneath her skirt at school, and her teacher didn’t seem to mind when he caught her at it, although he did call her a “dirty little bitch” and made her lift her skirt for a hygiene examination. Mae was secretly disappointed that dirty little bitches didn’t get punished more severely.

       Mae lay back on her bed with the book and slipped her finger between her pussy lips, stroking it forward to her small clitoris and back to her cunt as she studied the pictures. She imagined she was one of the girls, her arms tied above her head and her legs spread open, getting whipped from both sides by two large men.

She closed her eyes and pushed her finger inside her cunt as she pictured herself screaming and crying, and totally at their mercy. Her legs opened and her knees pulled back instinctively as she lost herself in the pleasure coming from between her legs.

       “What’s this?”

       Mae jumped and opened her eyes to see Daddy standing in the doorway. He had a cruel smile on his face and leaned casually against the door frame like he had been there for ages.

       She gasped in shock and leapt up, knocking the book to the floor. Then she knelt on the bed, trying to cover her pussy with her hands. “Daddy, I didn’t see you.”

       “I can see that. Just what do you think you’re doing?”

       Mae blushed and looked down. She knew sometimes it was better not to answer.

       Daddy walked over and stood next to the bed. He reached out and cupped mae’s chin with his strong right hand, forcing her chin up until she was forced to look him in the eye.

       “My little girl is all grown up,” he said. “When did you learn how to touch yourself like that?”

       Mae blushed and tried to avoid his eyes, but she was drawn into them like a girl drowning. Her hands fluttered ineffectively and she tried to pry him lose, but he tightened his grip, denting her smooth neck with his fingertips.

       Fear flickered across her eyes. “I only just learned Daddy.”

       “Has anyone else touched you there?”

       “No Daddy, No.”

Then Mae remembered her teacher’s probing fingers and blushed again. Her eyes swerved sideways.

       Daddy shifted his hand down a little and tightened it around her neck. In one sudden movement he pushed her backwards and pinned her to the bed, one hand on her neck and the other pinning her body by the chest. He swung his leg across and sat astride her, resting his weight on her small body.

       “It wasn’t my fault Daddy, please don’t hurt me, please don’t,” she gasped and tried to push him off.

       “Tell me what happened, and don’t lie,” he said firmly. “Who touched you?”

       “My teacher touched me Daddy. He said I was dirty and needed an inspection. So I showed him my pussy and he touched it, and then he stopped.”

       There was a moment of silence between them. The grip on her neck loosened and she gulped air.

       “Did you follow his instructions?”

       “Yes Daddy.”

       “Did he put his fingers inside you?

       “No Daddy.”

       Mae’s father looked deeply into her eyes and knew she was telling the truth. She had always been a compliant and trusting girl, and lying didn’t come easily to her. But she was growing up fast and the time had come. He smiled to himself and felt his cock harden at the thought.

       He leaned forward and kissed mae gently on the forehead. “You know I love you, don’t you darling,” he whispered.

       Mae was confused by the sudden change in her Daddy’s behaviour. “Yes Daddy, I love you too,” she whimpered in her little girl voice.

       “Today is a special day for you mae. Today I am going to teach you about what girls are made for. But I’m also going to punish you.”

       “I’m sorry for being a bad girl, please don’t hurt me Daddy.” Mae knew from past experience that when Daddy talked about punishment, it involved pain.

       “It’s important that you understand why I am punishing you mae.” He looked down at her naked body and ran his finger slowly from her shoulder down to her breast, teasing the skin lightly.

“I’m not punishing you because you touched yourself, mae. Little girls can’t help being horny sluts. You are going to be my slave, and touching yourself is the first step towards fulfilling your destiny.”

“Slave, Daddy?” Mae was distracted by his finger as it circled her nipple and prompted a warm feeling deep within her. But the word “slave” jolted her. Was that like the girls in the picture book?

“Yes mae, you belong to me. You are a slave,” he said. At the word “slave” he pinched her nipple hard, making her jump, and then he squeezed until the small pink bud sent jabs of pain into her body. He pulled her body upwards by the nipple and a teardrop slipped from the corner of mae’s eye as she arched her body towards him, hoping to ease the pain.

Between mae’s legs a tingling sensation started and she felt a sudden wetness. But just as she recognised her body’s response, he let the nipple go and she slumped back onto the bed.

“I’m also not punishing you because you let your teacher inspect your pussy. Girls are supposed to let men touch their bodies. It is the natural way of things,” he told her.

“Yes Daddy. What if he wants to touch me again?”

“I will talk to him. But you are to follow his instructions mae. He is both a man and your teacher, and you need to obey him. Girls are born to serve men.”

“Yes Daddy.”

Daddy moved his hand down her body, stroking gently. Her body was trembling and she had a dreamy look in her eyes. Both her nipples were hard and her small lips were slightly parted. He couldn’t believe what a slut she was. She would be easy to train.

He shifted his body down the bed and moved his hand between her legs. She felt him touch her inner thigh and looked at him with a mixture of arousal and confusion.

“It’s ok darling,” Daddy said. “I’m only doing this because I love you. You are a special girl mae … most girls don’t have fathers who love them this much. Now open your legs for Daddy.”

She relaxed and opened her legs, and he smiled at her. “Good girl, that’s a very good girl.”

Daddy felt his cock straining in his pants as his daughter opened her legs for him. He wanted to rip his clothes off and rape her then and there, but the shock of a rape would put her out of action for a while and he wanted to play with her first. He wanted to savor the destruction of her innocence.

He slipped his finger between her cunt lips and found sticky warmth. Then pushed his finger in until he found the barrier of her hymen. At least she hadn’t lost that. He had taken control just in time.

Mae squirmed and pushed her hips up slightly, closing her eyes. He placed his thumb over his daughter’s clit and stroked it softly.

“The reason why I’m punishing you today mae, is because you lied to me. I asked if anyone had touched you and you said no. Lying is wrong mae, it’s wicked. You must never lie to Daddy. Do you understand that?”

“Yes Daddy. I’m sorry. I deserve to be punished Daddy, please …..” Her hands were on her small breasts, massaging her nipples as she begged her Daddy to punish her.  She pushed her body up towards his hand.

He licked his lips, watching his daughter whore herself in front of him. A fluffy pink bear fell from the bed onto the floor as she squirmed.

Daddy stroked mae’s swollen clit with increasing pressure. But at the moment her body tensed on the verge of cumming, he pulled his hand away.

“Noooooooooooo.” Mae cried in frustration and opened her eyes. It was the second time he had interrupted her orgasm.

Daddy grabbed mae’s wrists and pushed them above her head. He reached for a pair of tights that had been thrown over a chair near the bed, and used them to tie mae’s wrists together, and then tied both hands to the head of the bed.

“What are you doing Daddy?” She tried to pull her hands down but only succeeded in stretching the fabric slightly. Mae panicked and started to flop on the bed like a dying fish, but was brought up hard by a sudden slap to the chest.

Daddy stood over her, his hand held over her body ready to strike again. She tried to roll over and protect her vulnerable tits, but Daddy just hit her again, this time on the butt. She yelped.

“It’s time for your punishment bitch,” he growled.

He opened her dresser and found more tights, pulling them out and holding them up to find the longest ones. As mae struggled against him, Daddy grabbed each ankle and pulled it towards her head, doubling her body over. He tied the left ankle to the left hand bedpost at the head of the bed, and the right ankle to the right hand bedpost.

Mae was trapped, folded in half, her knees either side of her ears. Her legs were wide open, exposing her cunt and anus, and she couldn’t move.

She stopped struggling and looked at Daddy, wondering what was coming next. Her cunt lips were red and swollen, and dripping wet.

End of part one.