Missy Gets It Good

MISSY GETS IT GOOD

Chapter 1

Things were bad for everybody back in 1934.  One person in ten was out of work and I was one of them.  I grew up in a medium size city named Jackson, Tennessee, and I had a pretty good job for a 24 year old, selling cars in my dad’s dealership.  People weren’t buying cars, the further we got into the depression, and he was having to let sales personnel go, until I was the only one left on his staff.

Then, the inevitable happened.  He had to close the dealership and I was out of a job.  Looking around for work in Jackson was a waste of time.  Nobody was hiring.

I decided to take the bus to Kansas City, in hopes a larger city would offer better employment.  With $26.33 in my pocket, I took a Traveler’s bus, which was supposed to go all the way to Kansas City but broke down in Poplar Bluff, Missouri, and we were all stranded for the night.  I found a place to sleep for $1 a night, but overslept, and found out the bus had been fixed and gone a half hour before I got there.  Rather than wait around for the next bus, and, because I was running out of money, I decided to start walking.  I soon found out that there was nothing but dusty roads and dried up fields the further I walked.

I had been walking for nearly six hours with few houses in sight along the way, and those that I saw were more like dilapidated hovels than houses.  I had about decided to just find a place to lie down for the night and hope for better luck the next day, when up ahead I saw a larger house.  I could tell from a distance that it wasn’t in great shape either, but at least it looked livable.  I saw a man sitting in a rocking chair on the front porch and decided to ask for a cup of water.

We greeted each other, traded amenities about the heat and such.  I noticed he had a hand-carved cane by his side.  He looked to be about 40, and strong as an ox.  He had on worn overalls, an old dirty undershirt and scuffed boots.  I asked if I could trouble him for a cup of water.  He turned to the front door and yelled in.

“Missy, get out here.  NOW!”

Almost immediately a young girl, probably 14 or 15, came running to the door, and standing behind the screen door asked politely what the man wanted.

“Get out her, girl!  If I wanted you in the doorway I’d have told you to stand there.  Get out here.”

A pretty little red-head opened the door and stood before the man.  Her face was filled with freckles, and her red hair was in total disorder.  She was wearing a torn, threadbare gingham dress, which was too small for her, and I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra, because, though her breasts weren’t large, her nipples stood out against the tight material.  She looked thoroughly cowed by the man.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Go fetch this gentleman a cup of water from the pump, and be quick about it.  What did you say your name was?”

I repeated the fact that I was Noah, but the girl was gone before I could answer.  She had run around the corner of the house. as soon as she had gotten her orders.  The man, who had told me his name was Dan, asked me where I was going, and when I explained I was on my way to seek employment in Kansas City, chuckled and explained that employment was worse in the larger cities than elsewhere.  Nobody was hiring.

As I contemplated this bit of information, Missy came back with my cup of water.  As she was handing it to me, I tried to grab the handle, but the cup slipped from my hands and spilled all over the floor of the porch.

“You clumsy good-for-nothin’, now look what you done.  You can’t do nothing right, can you?

Now go back and get him another one, you ninny.”

Missy picked up the cup and raced around the house again.

“Really, it wasn’t her fault.  I dropped the cup, not her.”

“Stupid girl!  She’s just like her mother.  Clumsy and useless.  Say, look, I was trying to work on the roof of my house about six months ago and fell off the ladder.  Don’t know if I broke anything, but I can hardly move any more.  How’d you like to stay on here and do some house repairin’, paintin’, that sort of thing.  Can’t pay you, but you can have room and board, for as long as you want to stay.  How about it?”

As I was considering his offer, Missy returned with the water.  I took the cup and drank it down immediately.  It was cold and tasted so good.

Missy spoke in almost a whisper.  “I’m  sssorry, Mister.  I didn’t mean to drop the cup.”

Before I could utter a word, Dan had jumped in, and his tone was harsh.

“Okay, enough.  We’ll discuss your clumsyness later.  Go in and help your Maw get dinner.  Would you like to stay for dinner, Noah?”

“Well, I would like to take you up on both offers, Dan.  I’m fairly handy with tools and I’m hungry as a tiger, so, yes sir, I’d like to stay.”

“What are you waitin’ for, girl.  Go in and tell your Maw I need to talk to her.  NOW!”  With that he swatted Missy twice on the backside, and then grimaced and leaned back in his chair.

She ran inside as he moaned, ”Damn, I got to remember I can’t do stuff like that, at least ‘til my back heals.  Damn, that hurts.”

In a few moments a woman appeared on the porch.  Like Missy, she was dressed in a shabby gingham dress, faded and threadbare, but at least it was the right size.  Even so, I could see that she wasn’t wearing a bra or chemise, either, because her very prominent nipples stood out like searchlights.  She was pretty in a worn-out sort of way.  Her forehead was full of perspiration, and her hands indicated that she was used to doing a lot of manual work.  She spoke with trepidation.

“You wanted me, Sir?”

“Yeah, Noah, here, is gonna be stayin’ with us and workin’ on fixin’ up the house, so I need you and Missy to clear out that spare bedroom of all the junk that’s piled in there, and set another place for him at the table.”

“Yes, Sir.  Is there anything else?”

When he had dismissed her and she’d gone, I asked if that wasn’t his wife, wondering but not asking why she had called him “Sir”.

“Yeah, that’s Essie.  We been married sixteen years, now.  Pard, you must be tired and dirty after all that walkin’.  Let me show you around, and then you can take a bath in our pond, and relax for a while.”

I allowed as how that would be great.  He rose from his rocker with great effort, and we walked around to the back, he straining to walk with his cane.  Standing at the back of the house, he pointed out his three acres of growing vegetables: corn, beets, peas, carrots and snap beans.   I asked how he could keep the land so fertile.  I knew most farmers had given up on growing crops, because it was so arid and the plants dried up.  He said he had figured out a way to hand-pump the water from the pond onto the vegetables.  Of course, Missy and Essie had had to do the work, because of his bad back.  Then he pointed out the barn, which housed his tools and two dray horses, which the females had to work with together, when it was plowing time, to dig the furrows.  I could see the pond, of course, right in front of me, and it looked so inviting.  Dan must have noticed me eying it, because he suggested I go ahead and have a good wash, and I did.

Dan hobbled back around to the front of the house, as I removed all my clothes and ran into the pond like a little kid.   The water was so cool.  I washed off all the dust from the road and then lay in the water with only my head sticking out.  This was heaven.  I was soon to find out the situation I was in was anything but.

Chapter 2

After I came out of the water and let the sun dry me off, I dressed and walked around to the front of the house and saw the first of my big surprises.  Dan was back in his chair, but his overalls were down around his feet.  Kneeling next to him, totally nude, with legs spread apart as far as she could get them, was Missy.  The expression on her face was downcast.  Her little hand was wrapped around Dan’s rigid penis, and she was moving it back and forth slowly.  Her body was covered with freckles.  Her little breasts stood up proudly on her chest and her nipples were pink and somewhat long.  Her hairless pussy shown in all its glory, the lips slightly spread, so that a line of pink inner lips could be viewed.

She stopped her hand movement, when she saw me.  I said something stupid, like “excuse me,” and started to turn toward the back of the house. 

“Don’t go away, Noah.  I need to ask you some questions.”

He then slapped Missy hard, saying “I didn’t tell you to stop, girl.  Now go on and finish me up.”

I waited a minute or two, before Dan suddenly said, “Now.  Now, bitch! Get your mouth over here.”

Missy stretched up, so that her mouth was open wide and covering part of the head of his penis, but not touching it, as it spurted his yellow sperm into her mouth.  Dan groaned three or four times, as his sperm continued to gush.  Finally it ceased, and he told Missy she could go ahead and swallow, which she did with a grimace.  He then told her she could go, and she jumped up, pulled her too-small dress on, with great difficulty and fled into the house.

“Missy is your daughter, isn’t she, Dan?”

“Yeah, sure.  Oh, you’re wonderin’ about incest, ain’t ya’.  Well, don’t worry.  I figure as long as I don’t fill any of her holes with my prick, I ain’t doin’ incest.  I have her to whack me off, I play with her tits and suck ‘em sometimes, and I diddle her little pussy with my fingers, but I ain’t never used my prick on her.”

I had no comeback to that.     

“What I wanted to ask ya’.  I used to punish both gals on a regular basis, ‘til I hurt my back.  Since then I ain’t been able to, and both gals have been misbehavin’ somethin’ terrible.  I been keepin’ a record of when they’re bad, but they just don’t worry no more, ‘cause they knows I cain’t do nothin’ about it.  I’d be very ‘bliged if you’d take that end of things over for me.  As I say, I marked down points ever’ time they was bad.  Ya’ couldn’t do it all at one time, but we could have a little session like every day, if you want.”

I shook my head and said I didn’t think I could do that.  I told him I’d never spanked anybody before.  He told me that maybe I’d come to like it, that some would involve spanking and some whipping.  If the offense was minor they got points for spankings, but if they did something really bad, then the points went in the whipping column.  I still told him “no” again, but then he added a clause that changed my mind.  He said if I agreed, I could do anything with either of them I wanted to.  I know it was wrong, but I got to thinking how much fun it would be to play around with Missy.  She was just so cute, I decided I’d at least try it and see what came of it.

So I agreed, temporarily, and we went into supper.  Essie and Missy were in the kitchen when we sat down, and it appeared they were having words of some kind, although Essie was doing most of the talking.  Suddenly Essie hauled off and smacked Missy across the face, then again and again.  Finally they stopped, and, both picking up a bowl, entered the dining room.  Missy’s face was bright red where Essie had hit her, and she was crying.  Each brought her bowl over and stood next to us,  as if they were serving maids, as we served ourselves.  When we had taken what we wanted, the girls sat down and served themselves.

I tried to start a conversation with Essie, but that was a failure.

“So, Essie, are from this area?”

“Yes sir.”

“Have you ever traveled to any of the cities in the state?”

“No sir.”

“Wouldn’t you like to see what a city looks like?”

“I don’t know, sir.”

So I stopped asking questions, and conversed with Dan about the heat, the Depression, President Franklin Roosevelt and the plight of the farmers.  This got us through the dinner.  Dan told Essie and Missy to clear the table and then come back.  When they returned, Dan explained that he’d talked me into doling out the punishments that he couldn’t do any more, until his back was better.  With this he pulled out a little pocket pad he had been keeping his records in.

According to his records, Essie had 125 spanks coming and 150 strokes of the whip.  Missy, on the other hand had accrued 675 spanks and 850 whip strokes.  Tears began to stream down Missy’s face, as she heard her sentence.  I looked at Essie and she had a slight smile on her face.  Dan announced that there was no time like the present to get started and ordered Missy to take her dress off.  She rose slowly and hesitantly raised the dress, with great difficulty, over her head, with tears still streaming down her face.  And there she stood in front of me in all her red-haired freckled naked glory.  Those cute little breasts with their pink tips looked as though they were just inviting me to take a taste.  I pulled my chair back from the table and she moved to lie over my lap.

My excitement grew exponentially, feeling this naked young girl slide across my front and looking at the gorgeous plump set of buttocks staring up at me.  The only disturbing fact was the numerous yellow streaks on her buttocks, indicating that, after six moths without punishment, the harshness of earlier whippings were still in evidence.  I intended to be as easy as I could on her, and my first spank was barely a tap.

“If that’s the best you can do, just forget it, Noah.  I expect every beating to be as hard as you can make it, or the deal’s off.”

So I really let her have it with the second slap to her behind, and it obviously hurt her, because she let out a little groan.  I continued, hitting first one buttock, then the other.  After ten strokes, both cheeks had turned a bright pink, and Missy was crying and groaning.  At twenty-five, her legs had begun to kick and wriggle, giving me a beautiful view of her plump labia and tiny crinkled rosebud.  By the time I had struck her butt seventy-five times, her cheeks were a vivid crimson, my hands were beginning to smart, and Missy’s cries had turned to gurgles and hiccups from crying so hard.  I pulled my hand away, saying I thought she’d had enough for one day.  Dan was disappointed, saying he’d hoped I could go at least another 25.  I lifted Missy gently off my lap, which now showed the tell-tale signs of a huge erection.  She began rubbing her sore behind, still blubbering and hiccupping, and then ran into the kitchen and out the back door.

Dan took his little pad and the stub of a pencil from his pocket and began marking.  “She’s supposed to thank you after her beatin’, so that’s 75 off and 25 back on.  That girl has no manners at all.  Well, you did good, for the first time, Noah, and it looks like you ain’t exactly mindin’ beatin’ her, from the looks of your hard-on.”  He chuckled.

I looked embarrassed, glanced over at Essie, who had an enigmatic smile on her face and excused myself.  I went through the kitchen and out the back door.  I found Missy, still crying, sitting in the pond up to her waist.  For some reason, I felt no awkwardness about shucking off my clothes and going to sit next to her.  She looked over at me and began to cry even harder.  I put my arm around her shoulder and told her how sorry I was that I had had to spank her and for her to please not hate me for it.  She let her head rest on my shoulder, and soon her tears had stopped.  I let my hand drift down to her little pink breast and gently rubbed her cute rubbery nipple until it began to harden.  She sighed.

Chapter 3                       

The next day, after breakfast, I was able to get on the roof, pry up part of the tin covering, replace the tar paper that was causing the leak into the house and replace the tin and nail it back down.  I also managed to replace some of the rotting wood on the side of the house with new lumber.  Dan was pleased with my progress.   When I came in for lunch, we all ate with little conversation.  As we sat there afterwards, Dan made a suggestion.

“We got a little game we play, sometimes, that’s fun.  It’s called “Which hurts more?”

Missy looked over quickly to her mother, who had a frown on her face, but said nothing, which was typical.

“Now, if you two gals will get undressed, I’ll show Noah how we play it.”

Essie immediately jumped up and removed her dress.  She was not bad looking naked, though her breasts were large and sagged greatly.  Her dark brown nipples were something else to see, though.  They were easily as big around as your middle finger and stuck out about two or three inches from an areola as large as a silver dollar.  The other thing that was immediately noticeable was the lack of hair covering her pussy.  I had wondered, when I saw Missy’s pubis, whether she was just a late bloomer, hair-wise, but now I was sure Dan made them shave, or had pulled all their pubic hair out.  The latter seemed more likely, the more I got to know him.  She stood, making no attempt to cover her nudity.

When Missy finally rose and removed her dress and the two were standing naked next to each other, Dan called Missy over to him.

“Now watch this, Noah.”  With this he grabbed hold of both of Missy’s nipples between his thumb and index finger and yanked down.  Her reaction was to let the upper part of her body move with his yank.

“That one don’t count, Missy.  You know you can’t move when we’re playin’ this game.  Now stand back up.  Here we go.”

With that he yanked once again on both nipples.  This time her body moved only slightly, but she cried out and tears started forming in her eyes.

“Nope!  You moved again.  Let’s try it again, and this time you better not move, or you’re getting’ points!”

The tears really flowed now, but I could see her bracing her back for the next one.  When it came, she didn’t move an inch, although the yank seemed particularly vicious.  She screamed and the tears flowed down her face.

“Which one hurts the most, Missy?”

Through her tears she burbled, “The right one, sir.”

“Okay. Let’s try lower down now.  Spread your legs.  Further, girl!  I can’t get to them lips when you got your feet so close together.”  With this he gave her buttocks a hard smack.  She spread her legs.

Dan grabbed her left labia with one hand and her right with the other, and, with no warning yanked down, actually making him grimace with pain he had brought to his back.  Missy did more than grimace.  She screamed in pain, but somehow she managed not to move her upper body.

“All right!  Which one hurt the most, girl?”

Missy whispered, “The right one, I think, sir.”

“Well, if you’re not sure, we got to do it again.”

Missy screamed, “It was the right one, sir.  I’m sure.”

“Naw, you wasn’t sure, so….”

With this he yanked again, Missy screamed again, and the question was repeated.

Missy yelled out this time, “It was the right one, the right, sir.”  Her face was covered with streaks of tears.

“Okay, Essie, your turn.”

Missy moved away from Dan and continued to sob.  Essie came in close to Dan.  He grabbed her pendulous breasts, squeezing them roughly, which didn’t seem to phase Essie.  I suppose she’d had enough of Dan’s sadistic maulings that she was inured to a lot of it.  Eventually, his fingers moved down to her huge nipples, grabbed hold and yanked.  She answered “the right” when asked, but I was sure he had not yanked as hard on her teat as he had Missy’s.  This was confirmed in my mind, when he went on to pull Essie’s fat lower lips.  She answered “the left”, and he let them both get dressed to go “clean the house.”

Chapter 4

I went back to working on replacing rotten boarding on the house, and the afternoon went by quickly.  When I was called in for dinner, all the food was already laid out on the table, but, as before, the girls got up and served us, before sitting down to eat.  The meal was delicious and filling, and I pulled my chair out to relax and let the meal settle.  Dan had different ideas.  He decided that, because Missy had so many points to make up, she should get a whipping, not a big one, mind you, but maybe 25 with the leather whip.  He pointed to it on the table in the living room, and I got up and brought it in.  The whip was about four feet in length and at the end the leather had been cut into three strips.  It looked like it had been well used.

“Okay, Missy slip the dress off,” was Dan’s order.

“But what about Mama.  She hasn’t gotten…”

“Don’t argue with me girl.  That’s why you got so many points against ya’.  You’re just too mouthy for your own good!  That’ll be 25 added to your list so you’ll be back to where ya’ were.  Get that dress off.”

With that the tears began to flow again, and I couldn’t blame her.  It was obvious that Dan had it in for her, and she was never going to get a break from him.

Sobbing pitifully, she removed her dress, moved over next to me and bent double, grabbing her ankles.  Her pretty buttocks were still slightly pink from the earlier spanking.  I rose, and, trying once again to be somewhat gentle swung the whip half-heartedly against her rear end.  I was once again admonished by Dan, who indicated that none of the strokes would count until I swung the whip with full force.  So I swung my arm back and really let her have it right across both buttocks.  Missy uttered a small cry, but she remained in position.

The next ten came rather swiftly, all of them hard and effective, as her skin began to turn red.  In order to make it as easy for her as I could, I thought placing some on her legs would not be as painful.  Apparently, there is a spot right where the leg ends and the buttocks start that is very sensitive, because, when I hit there, Missy let out a scream and she sprang up from her folded position, rubbing the area vigorously.

“That one don’t count.  You know the rules, girl.  Ya’ hafta stay down in the position or it don’t count.  Now get back down there.”

I glanced over at Essie and she had that same simple smile.  She was obviously enjoying this as much as Dan was.  I found I was not enjoying myself at all.  I decided spanking was one thing, but when it involves whipping someone until the skin turns purple, and large welts appear, it’s not my cup of tea.

After Missy returned to her “position”, I began with the last 15, swatting her legs at times and then back to her buttocks.  By the time I hit 25, the welts were all over her cheeks and legs and the skin was turning from red to purple.  Missy was blubbering and ingesting back the snot that had started running out of her nose.  She was totally miserable, but this time she remembered to thank me for beating her, before she ran out the back door naked.  All I could think of was what if the whipping had been 50 or 75 strokes.

Once again I excused myself and went out back.  As I expected Missy had gone to sit in the cool water to diminish some of the pain.  I again removed all of my clothes and went to sit next to her.  I told her, again how really sorry I was that I’d had to beat her.  She, still miserable and crying laid her head on my shoulder and said pitifully, “What am I gonna do.  He’s like this all the time.  When he couldn’t spank us any more, he came up with games like the one we ‘played’ today.”  And he always works it so Mama wins every time, and I get points added to the book.  I’ve got so many now, I’ll never stop getting beat.”

“Games like what?”

“He likes to do ones that have to do with our holes.  One, he had cut off the end of an old rake, about two feet worth.  He wanted to see which one of us could take the stick further down our throat. Well, I’ve seen Mama sucking his prick, and she can take the whole thing, so when he stuck the stick down her throat, she took eight or nine inches without any trouble.  When he put the stick in my mouth, it only went to the back of my mouth and I started gagging.  Five inches.  And for that, I got 50 points written in his book.”  She started sobbing again.

“Another time he decided to see who could take more of the stick up our rear ends.  Mama’s bigger than I am, and, I don’t know, but I bet he’s had his prick up there, too.  Anyway, she was able to take the stick much further than I was, so I got another 50 points added to the book.  Oh, please help me.”

“I don’t know how, but I will.  Give me time to figure out what to do.”

We sat there in the water until it started to get dark.  I dressed and we went inside.

Chapter 5

That night I had just fallen asleep, when I felt the bed move slightly, and looked up to see the shadow of a naked Missy hovering over me.  I whispered, “What?”, and felt her lips pressing against mine.  The kiss was passionate, but there was no tongue action, just pure fervor. 

“I just want to show you how much it means for you to care what happens to me.  Nobody ever cared about me before,” she whispered.

With that she began kissing me on my neck,  my chest, and my stomach.

I whispered, “You don’t have to do that, Missy.  I know you appreciate my caring, but…”

Suddenly her lips were kissing their way up my limp penis, and, before I could say anything else, she had the head of my prong in her mouth, and her tongue was doing magnificent things to it.  I had to stifle a moan.  In all honesty, it had been months since I had had sexual contact of any kind, so it took almost no time for my flaccid penis to grow to its full length.  I don’t know where Missy got such a talented tongue, but it was causing shivers like I’d never had before.

Missy’s torso was up by my chest, so it took very little effort on my part to swing her leg over to my far shoulder, and, there looking at me in the pale light that the moon was casting was the cutest little pussy I’d ever seen, just one long slit, until I separated the plump outer lips and went to work with my tongue.  She stopped working on my penis for a moment to look back at me, gave a little moan and then went back to work sucking as much of my prick as she could get in her mouth.  She must have sensed that I was about to spurt, because she pulled her body away from my mouth and moved down to straddle my legs.

I whispered, “No, no, I don’t want you to lose your virginity this way, Missy.”

She chuckled and whispered back, “I ain’t a virgin.  Daddy did me with a stick when I was twelve.  I just ain’t never had anybody for real.”

With this she placed her now slightly wet vagina over my erect penis and slowly lowered herself onto it.  What a feeling.  When she started riding me it was everything both of us could do to keep the sounds coming from our mouths down to low moans.  As I say I hadn’t had sex for a long time, so it wasn’t more than five minutes before I came in huge spurts.  I don’t think Missy actually climaxed, but the smile on her face, as she lay down on my chest was beatific.  We both basked in the afterglow for long minutes, before I suggested that, as nice as it would be to fall asleep together, her father might not look at it the same way.  She, regrettably for both of us, kissed me passionately again and slid off the bed and closed my door behind her.

Chapter 6

When I awoke the next morning, I felt as refreshed and alive as I had for months.  After breakfast, I cleared some shrubbery from around the house, did some more repairs to the barn, found some whitewash in the barn and was able to paint one side of the house by suppertime.   Dan was delighted with the progress I’d made since arriving, and, I must say, I was a little proud of my accomplishments, too.

I was ravished when we sat down to supper and I tore into everything that was offered.  Essie and Missy smiled as they watched me gobble down my food.  Those smiles were short-lived, however.

As we sat around after dinner, Dan came up with another “game” to play, this one involving determining the size of the girl’s vaginas.  I was afraid perhaps Dan had heard Missy and me the previous night and was presenting a challenge to me, but it soon became obvious that wasn’t his intent.  He ordered the girls to clear the table and had Essie bring in a cucumber that was about three inches in diameter and perhaps seven or eight inches long.

“Okay, Noah, you’re the judge on this’n.  Essie, take off your dress and get on the table. Lie down so your cunt is right near the edge and your feet are both touching the edge.”

Not a pretty sight.  Her large pendulous breasts sagged to each side of her chest, and her spread legs revealed that same gaping hole I’d seen before.  I took the cucumber and pressed it against her vagina.  It slid in with ease, indicating to me that a five inch diameter would still have fit in nicely.  As I continued to push, Essie sighed in pleasure and the whole cucumber disappeared in her maw.  To get it out, I had to slide her flesh aside before I could sink my nails into the vegetable and pull it out.  I wiped it off and prepared for Missy to take her place.

When Missy was in position, she looked so sexy lying there I wanted to pull my pants down and make love to her right there.  Her cute little freckled breasts looked like they were waiting for me to grab them and massage them with fervor, and her little pink nipples stood up inviting me to suck and bite on them.  I restrained myself, however, and, grabbing the cucumber brought it down to her plump little outer lips.  Pulling the lips aside, I found her hole and applied pressure.  The cucumber hadn’t gone an inch in before Missy was groaning in pain, and no attempt on my part could move it any further.

“I guess Missy wins.  She definitely has the smallest hole,” I reported.  Dan and Essie looked like I’d just shot them, before, recovering, Dan tried to countermand my decision.

“No, no, the contest was to see who had the largest hole, not the smallest.”

“Well, you said I was the judge, and I decided the smallest hole wins.”

“That ain’t how the game’s played, mister.  You don’t get to change the rules.  Now, Missy gets 50 more spanks.  That’s the way it’s gonna be.”

My frustration boiled over, but I didn’t see what I could do about it.  After all, it was his “game.”

“And I realize Missy’s gotten a lot lately, so I think we’ll keep it at a spanking, but I want you to give her fifty right now.”

The look of fire and determination told me this was no time to argue, but I knew something had to be done.   Missy’s repeated disciplines were totally unfair, and I knew I wouldn’t let it go on like this.

As Essie pulled her dress on over her head, I could see a smug smile of satisfaction on her face.  On the other hand Missy’s face was already streaming tears, as she moved over to place herself over my lap.  I proceeded to smack her buttocks with force, taking out my frustration on the one I didn’t want to hurt.  When I realized what I was doing, I let up slightly, but not enough that Dan would notice.   Each splat made me madder at her parents and the pain they were causing.  By the twenty-fifth spank, Missy was screaming out piteously, and I could do nothing but continue to give her pain.  Her buttocks, which had been reddish with purple splotches from the top of the cheeks down to the backs of her knees from yesterday’s beating, were once again crimson, and I could feel heat emanating from them, when I would leave my hand on one of her cheeks for a moment.  Her screams turned to shrieks and then the blubbering hiccups started by the fortieth.  I don’t know which of us was happier when the fiftieth blow landed.

As she had done each time before, as soon as I lifted her off my lap, she ran outside to sit in the pond.

I sat there for several minutes.  No one said anything, but both parents had self-satisfied looks on their faces.  I couldn’t take it any longer and strode out the back door, threw off my clothes and went to sit beside a sobbing Missy.  I put my arm around her, and she cuddled her head to my chest, bursting out in a larger flow of tears.  We sat there embracing for four or five minutes before I spoke.

“I’m leaving here tonight.”  She burst into more tears, fearing I was leaving her to the misery she’d known for so long.  “Do you want to go with me?”  She almost jumped in my lap, as her head came up to look at me, hoping I was serious.  When I nodded, she almost screamed, “Oh, yes.  Oh, God, yes.  Oh, thank you, thank you.  I love you.  I love you!”

“Hold on, now.  I don’t know what’ll come of this.  I know I can find a job somewhere, and we’ll find someplace to stay.  It won’t be much for a while.  We can pretend to be husband and wife for a while. It won’t be easy, and I’ll probably keep on spanking you now and then, ’cause I’ve found out I kinda like spanking that little behind of yours, but nothing like it’s been for you up to now.”

“Oh, I don’t care.  You can spank me every day, if you want.  It won’t hurt anywhere near as much, with you doin’ it.”

“All right, then, I’ll come to your room about an hour after everybody goes to bed.  Have everything you want to bring with you ready, and we’ll put them in my little suitcase.”

“I don’t got nothin’ but my dress and shoes and a hairbrush.”

“Well, I’ve got a little money still, and the first thing we’re gonna do when we get to a big city is buy you a dress that fits and panties and a bra.  Well, maybe not a bra.  I like having those titties where I can get to them.”

She squeezed me to her and we got up to go inside.  “Just remember not to look happy when we go in, okay?  We don’t want them suspecting anything.”  She nodded.

At one o’clock I squeezed open Missy’s bedroom door, she followed me as we walked into the night and away from the house of hell.  I didn’t know what the future would bring, but it had to be better than what we’d been through for the past week.