Inheriting a Daughter

INHERITING A DAUGHTER

Prologue

                                                                               May 3, 1908

Dear Meg,

I find myself in a most tenuous situation, and I’m hoping you can help me out.  As you know from my Christmas card three years ago, my beloved Constance passed away with the cancer.  Since you and I both lost our families when they were drowned in the Johnstown flood, I have had no one to care for my sweet daughter, Eleanor. 

Now, it develops, I find that I have tuberculosis and must go to a clinic for an unknown period of time in order to recuperate.  There are two theories about curing this disease.  One proposes extreme heat and the other extreme cold.  Rather than go to the clinic in Saranac Lake in New York, where it is cold most of the year, I have opted to go to one outside Phoenix, Arizona.

Unfortunately, neither facility will allow children to accompany the patient.  So, even though Eleanor, who at 18 years of age, is a sweet, obedient and loving daughter, I must find someone willing to take her until I can be cured.  I honestly do not know anyone else well enough to trust them or ask them to act as a surrogate until I can return.

I hope that you have been able to forgive me, after all these years, for leaving you for Constance, and that you can see your way clear to helping me during my time of need.  I don’t have a great deal of money, but I could send you $200 to help with Eleanor’s upkeep.  Please say you will accommodate me in this matter.

                                               Fondly, George

Meg hurled the letter to the floor after reading it.  She thought back to her days with George and the memories caused considerable pain.  She and George had been sweethearts from their freshman year in high school in Youngstown.  When they graduated, George went on to study chemistry at Bucknell and Meg had gone to secretarial school to learn how to type and take short-hand.  Their love seemed to grow with the separation, and they both lived to spend time together during breaks and the summer vacation.

Things began to level off during George’s senior year at Bucknell, however.  The time between letters grew further and further apart and he found an excuse not to come home for spring break.  Then, suddenly, Meg received a letter explaining that he had met a girl named Constance that year, they had fallen deeply in love and were getting married in June.

Meg was broken-hearted and deeply hurt, but, during the following summer, she had met her current husband, Fritz.  He was most attentive, and, though she didn’t love him at the time, when he proposed, she accepted.

Fritz had been offered a job in a small school outside Williamsport, Pennsylvania, and, soon after their marriage, the two moved there in the fall of 1887.  As George had mentioned in his letter, the Johnstown flood of 1889 had inundated the entire city of Johnstown and her whole family had been drowned.  As time passed Meg had grown to love Fritz, and, the following year they had a baby boy they named Danny.  Unfortunately the umbilical cord had wrapped itself around Danny’s neck during birth, long enough to cut off his breathing for some time, causing some brain damage. He was now 18 years old, but his mental age was around nine or ten.

Meg showed the letter to Fritz, who, knowing Meg’s experience with George was adamant that they not take Eleanor, but, the more Meg thought about it, the more convinced she was that it would work out perfectly for them.  As she pointed out to Fritz, she knew of his propensity for punishing his students with switching or caning, especially his older female students.  Wouldn’t it be nice to have a “built-in” student at home that he could chastise whenever he chose.  Meg liked the idea of being able to take out her disfavor with George on his daughter.  Eleanor would give Danny someone to play with (he didn’t go to school because of his handicap, and they didn’t live near any other children), and they could certainly use the $200. 

And so, they decided to take Eleanor in, and Meg sent a sweet letter to George saying how pleased they would be to have her as a surrogate daughter.  Arrangements were made for Fritz to meet Eleanor’s train in Williamsport on the following Saturday.

Day 1

He was at the station bright and early, and there was no problem picking her out as she alighted from the Lehigh Valley train.  She was very pretty, blond, somewhat petite, and dressed in a bright yellow dress that did little to hide her figure as it flowed down to her ankles.

Fritz greeted her with a hug, took her one suitcase and led her to his horse and buggy.  After they had started back toward the house, some ten miles out in the country, Fritz began to explain to Eleanor what she could expect.  Living as far away from the city as they did, they were still without electricity or running water in the house.  An outhouse in the back of the house sufficed for their bathroom needs.  There was a water pump a few feet from the house, but it was a real nuisance bringing water in for bathing, so, from late spring to early fall, the family did their bathing in the lake, which was only 25 or so feet from the house.

He explained that the house only had two bedrooms, so they had put a cot in Danny’s room for her.  He told her of Danny’s impediment and that she would have to be very understanding of him as a result.  He said Danny was delighted to have a “sister” and couldn’t wait to meet her.

Eleanor was quiet through most of the trip, digesting all the information Fritz imparted.  When he finished, she said it would be most interesting settling in with her new family.  She mentioned that she had previously lived in a house with electricity and running water, but she thought it would be fun “roughing” it, and how appreciative she was that he and Meg were willing to take her in.

As the buggy pulled up in front of the house, Danny ran out to greet them, helped Eleanor out of the buggy and grabbed her in a big bear hug.  She returned his greeting, as Fritz took the horse and buggy to the small barn in the back.  As they broke the hug, Eleanor caught her first sight of Meg, who had come out on the front porch.

Eleanor walked over to shake hands with Meg, but no sooner had she done so, than Meg took both her hands in hers and pulled back to look at her new young “daughter”. 

“Oh, my, look at you.  That train ride has your dress and your lovely hat just covered with soot, dear.  Let’s get you down to the lake and get you bathed.  You must be feeling grimy after that long trip.”

Eleanor looked over at Danny, who stood there with a broad grin on his face and tried to decline the offer, but Meg pulled her over toward the lake and began unbuttoning Eleanor’s dress.

“Nnnnno, that’s all right, I’ll take one later.”

“Nonsense.  I’ll tell you what.  I’ll take one with you, dear. You go ahead and finish getting your clothes off and I’ll get out of mine.”

Meg proceeded to strip off her dress and chemise quickly, while Eleanor stood watching, stunned at seeing a woman she had just met standing before her totally nude.  Meg was attractive for a 37-year-old woman.  She was slender, well-tanned, and her handsome face was wreathed by raven black hair.  Eleanor also noticed Meg’s pussy was covered by a heavy mass of black hair.  She continued to hesitate until Meg spoke in a rather harsh tone.

“You must learn to do as I order, Eleanor, if we are to get along.  We have a very liberal attitude about nudity here, because we’re so secluded, and you must learn to accept us as we are.  Now get those clothes off, while I go to the towel box and get us some soap and a couple of washcloths.”

Meg didn’t move until Eleanor finally began to disrobe herself.  She then went over to a closed box standing on a post next to the water and removed the items she had mentioned.  Eleanor continued to unbutton her dress very slowly, as she looked back to see Danny, only a few feet away, staring at her with what looked like a lusty smile on his face.  Meg returned and impatiently began to help Eleanor finish undressing, removing her hat, pulling her dress off her shoulders and then sliding the shoulder straps of her chemise over her arms.  Soon Eleanor was standing there naked, totally embarrassed, reaching one arm before her breasts and the other to hide her pubes.  She was still very much aware of the fact that Danny, and now Fritz, who had arrived from the barn, could see her ample buttocks.  Meg grabbed the hand protecting her mound and pulled her into the water.

“Ooouu…it’s so cold.  Couldn’t I do this later.  Brrr!”

Eleanor’s entire body showed goose-bumps, and nowhere was it more evident than on her breasts, which looked as if feathers had just been yanked from them, and her nipples, which jutted out in their hardness.  Meg pulled her out to waist height in the water and with cloth in hand began washing Eleanor’s back.  Eleanor looked over her shoulder at the two males watching the ablutions with great interest.  As she turned back she took her second look at Meg’s body.  The one thing that startled her a bit were Meg’s breasts, which were large,  seemed full, and sagged more than she would have expected, with long brown nipples, whose areolas looked huge, as a nursing mother’s might be.

She had little time to mull this over, as she felt Meg running the freezing cold cloth over the front of her body.  If it were possible, she felt that the goose-bumps on her breasts might have grown goose-bumps.  Meg thought nothing of continuing to wash down Eleanor’s front, even running the cloth between her legs a couple of times.

“Now me!  Do my back.”  With this Meg turned toward the shore, so that Eleanor had no choice but to face the two males, herself.  She tried to stand directly behind Meg, but when she had completed covering Meg’s back with soap, Meg ducked into the water and swam to shore, leaving Eleanor standing there unprotected.  She had no choice but to dip down in the water also, wondering if saving her humiliation at being ogled was worth freezing to death in the water.

Meg moved over to the towel box, pulled two towels out, flipped one over her shoulders and held the other one out to Eleanor.  She realized at that point that she had no choice but to come out of the protective water to gain some kind of cover for herself.  Finally, shivering from the cold, she emerged from the water, passing within a few feet of the two males, who continued to ogle, and grabbed the towel from Meg’s hand.  She was very aware that the thin growth of blond pubic hair was insufficient to hide the slit of her vagina.  Rather than drying herself off, she immediately covered herself with the towel.  Meg on the other hand took several minutes to dry herself, smiling at Eleanor the whole time.

“Ellie’s got nice titties, hasn’t she Mama?”

Rather than admonishing Danny, Meg laughed and agreed that, indeed, Eleanor was well endowed also.  She then picked up their clothes and, still totally naked, grabbed Eleanor’s hand and began pulling her toward the house.

“Come on, dear, let me show you your room.  Danny, grab Eleanor’s suitcase and bring it up with you, will you?”

And so, the three of them ascended the stairs. When they reached Danny’s bedroom, Meg pointed out what would be Eleanor’s cot, the small closet and a chest of drawers against the far wall.  Danny dropped the suitcase on the cot and sat expectantly on his bed.  Meg sat next to him and put her arm around Danny’s shoulders. He then proceeded to rest his head on her naked breast. Eleanor stood in disbelief for a few moments, before she was forced to speak.

“Would you mind if I dressed by myself, alone?”

“Oh, honey, you might as well get used to people seeing you without any clothes.  That’s just the way we are.  Danny just loves to see me naked, so I know he feels the same way about you.  Don’t you, Sweetie?”

“Oh yeah!  Girl’s bodies are so pretty.  Take your towel off, Ellie.”

Eleanor hesitated a few more moments, then, realizing she had no choice, she shucked off the towel, opened her suitcase and removed a chemise, which she hurriedly stepped  into and pulled it up to her shoulders, blushing the whole time.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?  Now finish dressing and come on down and help me with dinner.”

Meg then left the room to go get dressed herself.  Danny continued to sit and watch Eleanor as she donned her one clean dress, the only other one she had, from her suitcase.  She sat on her cot to slip her shoes on and Danny sat next to her, putting his arms around her.

“I’m so glad you’re gonna be my sister, Ellie.  We’re gonna have so much fun!”

He jumped up and skipped down the stairs.  Eleanor finished dressing, combed her hair, put her few belongings in the chest of drawers, and went downstairs.  Meg was dressed in a blouse, a long skirt and an apron, as she worked by the stove.  At her request, Eleanor set the table.  She glanced over to see Danny pretending a war between two wooden soldiers, one in each hand.  It seemed strange to watch a boy her age who had just enjoyed seeing her in the nude, playing with toys.  Fritz was reading a book.  Eleanor wandered over to the large bookcase against one wall and picked out a copy of Jane Eyre to read. She had gotten through a few chapters when Meg called everyone to eat.  The meal consisted of a delicious stew and home-made bread. 

As they ate, Meg and Fritz asked her about her father and her previous school.  Soon they were all eating in silence, but Eleanor was very aware of Danny looking at her bosom.  Finally he spoke.

“Mama, how come Ellie’s titties aren’t as big as yours?”

Eleanor expected some sort of admonishment from Meg or Fritz, but instead Meg answered.

“Well, Dear, Eleanor’s not fully grown yet.  Her titties may get as big as mine, or maybe, even bigger.”

“Well, how come your nipples are so much bigger than hers?”

“When she has babies, her nipples will get bigger and longer like mine.  It’s the same as with your wee-wee and Daddy’s.  When you get older, your wee-wee will get as big as his, or, God forbid, even bigger.”

Meg and Fritz exchanged sly smiles.  This seemed to satisfy Danny’s inquisitiveness for the moment.  Eleanor was so embarrassed she didn’t know where to look, so she spent the rest of the meal looking down at her lap.  She helped Meg clear the table, and, after Fritz had gotten a large pail of water from the pump, and Meg had heated it on the stove, she washed the dishes and Eleanor dried them and put them away.

Meg then went back to her book, after lighting a kerosene lamp, Fritz and Meg took up books and Danny, adding a wooden truck, went back to war between his soldiers.  Except for an occasional explosive sound as his war continued, no one spoke.

As the clock on the wall struck nine o’clock, Meg put down her book, and, sitting on the sofa, she patted the spot next to her and looked over at Danny.

“Bedtime, Danny.  Time for your ‘nite-nite drinkie’.”

Danny jumped up and ran over to the spot next to Meg on the couch.  As he plopped himself down on his back with his head in her lap, Meg unbuttoned her blouse, exposing both breasts.  Danny immediately latched onto one of Meg’s long nipples and began sucking noisily.  Eleanor was flabbergasted and her face turned a bright shade of pink.

Her embarrassment soon doubled, however, as she saw Meg open the buttons on Danny’s pants, slide them down, and take his flaccid penis in her hand.  As she began to slide her hand up and down Danny’s shaft, Eleanor rose and asked to be excused.  Meg answered immediately.

“Sit down, Eleanor.  You might as well get used to this.  It’s a daily ritual.  I’ve been nursing Danny every day since he was born, because I have always felt guilty about his birth defect, and I feel it’s my way of compensating a little for his problem.  I began masturbating him when he was about eleven, because I knew it was highly unlikely that he would ever have any girl to give him relief.”  Then she added under her breath, “At least until lately.”

Eleanor sat, but couldn’t bring herself to watch what she considered an abomination, as Danny’s prick grew larger with Meg’s manipulations.  Danny moved over to the other breast and began sucking. Eleanor, who had never seen a male penis before, couldn’t hold her eyes entirely on her book, as she occasionally peeked over the top of it to see Danny’s shaft grow to full size.  She couldn’t believe that such a thing could actually fir in a girl’s little hole. Soon Danny’s breathing became labored, and then he started panting, before finally spurting his seed all over Meg’s fast-moving hand. Meg reached into her pocket, pulled out a small rag and wiped her hand and Danny’s penis.  During this whole episode Fritz didn’t lift his head from his book.

Meg buttoned her blouse up, as Danny jumped up, and ran over to hug Eleanor. 

“Goodnight, Ellie.  I love you.  See you in the morning.  Maybe we can play some games tomorrow, huh?” 

Eleanor nodded, and he kissed her firmly on the lips.  He and Meg descended to his bedroom.  She wondered if there was anything more embarrassing that could happen to her, as she went back to her book.  Meg returned in a few minutes and the three of them read until eleven o’clock.  At this point Fritz announced it was time for bed and they all climbed the stairs to their respective rooms.

Danny was sound asleep when Eleanor entered, and she heaved a sigh of relief at being able to don her nightgown without anyone watching.  She was so tired from her long day that she fell asleep immediately.

Day 2

Sometime during the night, before dawn, Eleanor was suddenly awakened by someone lying behind her with his hand firmly planted on her breast and slowly manipulating her nipple.  She shrieked in surprise, before she realized it was Danny.  She began to try to pull his hand off her breast, but his hold tightened as she tried, and soon his squeezing was causing considerable pain.  Moments later the door opened and Meg and Fritz, with lantern in hand, were watching the struggle.

“You stop right now, young lady.  I told you Danny was liable to do strange things, and you must learn to humor him.  If you don’t cease these idiotic attempts to foil his trying to show you how much he likes you, I may have to start punishing you.”

“But he’s hurting me!”

“Danny, be gentle, Honey.  Girl’s titties are tender, so you need to be gentle.”

“Okay, Mama.”

With this, he lessened his hold on Eleanor’s breast, but continued to hold onto it, as he hugged her to him.  Satisfied, Meg and Fritz turned, shut the door and returned to their bed.  Eleanor lay there, not believing the situation she was in.  Danny remained lying next to her for the rest of the night, kneading her breast until he fell asleep.  Eleanor got very little sleep for the rest of the night.

Danny awoke and trotted downstairs at about seven o’clock, and, since she had gotten little sleep, Eleanor turned over and went back to sleep.  She was awakened shortly afterwards by Danny exclaiming that “Mama says get up!  Stop being a slugabed!”

Eleanor reluctantly slipped off of the cot and waited for Danny to leave, but he sat himself down on his bed, waiting for her to remove her nightgown.  She decided, instead, to don her robe and slippers and went downstairs.  Once again she helped with breakfast by setting the table and carrying the plates of fried eggs and bacon over to the table.  Fritz asked if she’d slept well and she fibbed and said she had.  When they finished breakfast, as they sat drinking coffee and, for the teens, juice, Danny asked Eleanor if she wanted to play games today.  She asked what game he had in mind and he excitedly claimed he’d like to play “cowboys and Indians.”  Eleanor said she didn’t know how to play, but she was willing.  Danny explained that she was to hide and his posse would try to find her.

She agreed but said she needed to dress first.  As she rose to get dressed, so did he, and she knew she was at an impasse again.  They entered the room together and Eleanor decided to wait until Danny was finished dressing before she did.  She started making his bed and was in the process of making up her cot, careful not to look at Danny as she did.

“Look at me, Ellie!,” Danny yelled with excitement.

Eleanor turned to look and found Danny was not three feet from her, sporting an erection.

“Look, Ellie!  I got a hard-on!”

Eleanor, shocked, looked away hurriedly, uttering an “Unhuh.”

He finished dressing and ran downstairs to show his mother his perpendicular marvel.

She sighed and hurriedly raced to finish her dressing before he came back.  She managed to finish just as he appeared in the doorway, and disappointed, followed her down the stairway.

It was agreed that Eleanor would go outside and hide, while Danny counted slowly to 100.  He would then come outside and attempt to find her.  She went out the front door but immediately went to the back and hid behind the wood-pile.  Soon Danny appeared at the front of the house, complete with a band with a feather on his forehead and doing war-whoops.  He headed out on the driveway, and she decided she was safe for a while, when, suddenly, hands grasped her arms from behind.  She was able to turn enough to see it was Meg who had grabbed her.

“Chief Hard-on!  I found her!  Come see!”

“I didn’t know you were playing.”

“Oh, yes, I’m part of the Chief’s tribe.  Gotcha!”

Danny arrived, ready to burst.  Meg had pulled Eleanor to her feet and still grasped her hands behind her.

“What shall we do with her, Mama?”

“Well, I think first we should take off her clothes to make sure she doesn’t have any hidden knives or pistols on her, Chief.”

“Good idea!”

And so, in spite of Eleanor’s plaintive pleas, Danny unbuttoned her dress, slid it off, then did the same with her chemise, and she soon stood before him in nothing but her slippers.

“Now what, Mama?”

Now I’m going to tie her hands together behind her and then I think we should tie her to that branch over there.”

No sooner said than done, and Eleanor found herself being tied with her arms behind her to a low-hung limb, which stood about six feet from the ground.  She was bent over with her arms well above her back, as she stood stooped in an inverted “L” shape.  The position was very painful as she felt her arms being twisted up behind her.  She moaned, but neither Meg nor Danny seemed concerned with her comfort.

“Now, we want to know where the posse is, paleface,” enjoined Meg.

With this she grabbed Eleanor’s left breast and twisted it painfully.  Eleanor cried out, but Meg continued to twist.

“Oh, please, let go.  You’re hurting me.  Pleeease!”

“Paleface make too much noise.  Need to gag her.”

Meg then pulled the rag she had caught Danny’s sperm in the night before and pushed it to Eleanor’s mouth.  Eleanor, realizing what it was, was determined not to open her mouth, but, Meg, letting go of Eleanor’s breast, grabbed one of her nipples and twisted it 360 degrees.  Eleanor opened her mouth to scream, and Meg poked the dirty rag into her mouth.  She quickly grabbed the cloth belt from her dress and tied it around Eleanor’s head so that she couldn’t spit the rag out.  Eleanor could taste the bitter cream on the cloth and retched but was able to keep from vomiting.  On top of that she was once again naked in front of two people she barely knew.

“Paleface needs to tell where posse is.  I go get switch from willow tree.”

True to her word, Meg went and tore off a long strand from the willow tree nearby, brought it back and handed it to Danny.  Danny stood behind Eleanor and half-heartedly swung it at her buttocks.  After two or three swipes, Meg took it from him.

“Me show how whip bad paleface.”

She measured the distance and let go with a powerful swipe which hit Eleanor in the middle of her white rear cheeks.  Eleanor screamed through her gag, and a red mark appeared where the blow had been made.  Meg continued, with Eleanor reacting to each hit, and soon there were a series of red stripes up and down her buttocks.  Meg didn’t let up until Eleanor’s butt glowed red with raised marks here and there.  Eleanor had started crying along with her screams, and, by the end a steady stream of tears were falling to the ground and a gooey stream of mucous was running from her nose.

Meg went over to her and removed her gag.  She took the cloth from Eleanor’s mouth and wiped her nose clean.

“Now, where posse, paleface?”

“I....don’t know what you want me to…to…say.”

She could see Meg moving over to the willow tree to break off another branch.  She began yelling at the top of her lungs.

“They went home!…..They…went…home!  They went home!”

The yelling brought Fritz to the back window to see what the noise was.  He stood and watched as Meg came back with a new switch.

“Please!….Please don’t hit me any more!…. I’ll do anything!….Please!”   

                                

Meg aimed and began hitting Eleanor’s legs.  After a dozen or so smacks of the willow her legs were as red as her rear cheeks, Eleanor was screeching in pain, trembling and her cries had turned to hiccups.

Fritz watched it all, smiled and went back to his book.

Meg untied the knot holding Eleanor’s hands to the limb and finally untied her hands.

“Oh, thank you, thank you.  My arms and back hurt so much.”

“What you want do with paleface, Chief?”

Danny thought a moment, and then was hit with an idea.

“Me make her my squaw!”

“Good idea, Chief.  Let’s go to barn.  We have marriage ceremony!”

Meg pushed Eleanor ahead of her and Danny followed.  The barn was one story with a stall for the horse, a place for the buggy and an open space with a number of bales of hay stacked up.  Meg pulled out two bales to the center of the barn and ordered Eleanor to sit on one side. As she did, Meg noticed a grimace on Eleanor’s face, undoubtedly from her raw ass cheeks hitting the rough straw.

“Okay, now we’re going to have our own version of ‘nite-nite drinkie’.  Danny, lie down on the other bale and…”

“No, no!  You can’t make me do this….I…” 

Eleanor stood up and moved to leave the barn.  Meg grabbed her arm and swung her around. 

“You said you’d do anything if I let you down from the branch and stopped beating you.  Unless you want to spend the rest of the day hanging from that limb by your hands for the rest of the afternoon, I suggest you go sit on that bale.” 

Eleanor thought about what Meg had said for a moment, and the tears began to flow down her face.

“But it’s not right.  You shouldn’t even be doing it, and…”

Meg slapped Eleanor across the face, hard enough for her to see stars.

“Don’t you tell me what’s right, missy.  You’ll do what I say, or you’re going to be one sorry little girl.  Now get back on that bale!”

Meg pushed Eleanor harder than she had to, and Eleanor stumbled over to the bale and sat, still crying with her head lowered.

“Go on, Chief.  Me think paleface ready to play.”

Danny ran over to the other bale and lay down with his head on the naked Eleanor’s lap.

He reached up and pulled her down to him so that he could slip her nipple into his wide open mouth.  Immediately the sound of noisy sucking filled the barn.  The feeling was very strange to Eleanor.  She began to feel a warmth in her loins.

Meg came over and unbuttoned Danny’s pants and pulled them aside.  She then grabbed Eleanor’s hand and placed it on Danny’s stiffening penis.  Eleanor reacted as if she had touched a hot stove and started to pull her hand away, but Meg forced her to leave it there.

“You better start playing with it if you know what’s good for you, dolly!”

Resigned, Eleanor began moving her hand, finally grasping Danny’s hard-on and moving her hand back and forth.  Meg took her hand away and watched with arms folded and a satisfied smile on her face.  Danny pulled away from Eleanor’s breast.

“There’s nothing coming out Mama?”

“I know, baby, because Eleanor hasn’t had a baby yet, but it’s still fun sucking, isn’t it?”

Danny nodded and went back to sucking noisily on the proffered nipple.  Eleanor was beginning to have strong feeling running through her body, now.  She couldn’t understand why, quite, but she was enjoying the feeling greatly.  Danny was quickly beginning to fidget and moan, and Eleanor sensed his orgasm was about to happen.  She continued to move her hand up and down, not daring to look at what she was doing.

Suddenly Danny pulled off her nipple and gave a huge gasp, his body went rigid and Eleanor felt his hot sperm shooting all over her hand.  She stopped her motions and waited.

“Okay, Lick all that stuff off your hand, paleface, and then you can get dressed and go inside.”

Eleanor looked up at Meg in shock and saw a face of venomous determination.  Knowing she had no choice, unless she wanted to spend the afternoon hanging from a tree, she lifted her hand to her mouth and took a lick.  She began to retch, but Meg’s stern look forced her to continue.  She finally decided the best thing to do was swallow it all at once, and, with resolution, she put her mouth to her hand and swept the gooey mess into her mouth and, with a grimace, swallowed hard,  barely able to avoid vomiting it all back up.

“Good!  Now, Chief pull up your pants and let the paleface get dressed.  It’s almost time for lunch.”

Danny did as ordered and ran inside the house.  As Eleanor moved toward her clothes, Meg followed her and waited while she pulled her clothes on. 

“You’d better get used to doing what I tell you, missy, or you’re going to have a sore ass most of the time.  Do you understand me?”

Eleanor nodded and slowly walked toward the house.

Later at dinner, everyone sat quietly eating, when Meg finally spoke.

“Fritz, I told Eleanor today that she is going to have to try to be more understanding of Danny.  Of course, I’ve told her this before, and soon, I’m afraid, I’m going to have to resort to punishing her severely.  Eleanor ducked her head.  All she could think was if today’s punishment wasn’t severe, what was she in for?

“I’m sorry to hear that, Dear.  Eleanor, look at me!  Tomorrow you will restart your studies, at my school.  I run a very tight ship.  There is no room for distractions of any kind.  It is a one-room school-house and I am teaching 16 children, ranging in age from eight to seventeen, so any distraction disrupts all of the students.  Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, sir.”

Little more was said for the rest of the meal.  Eleanor, once again, helped clear the table and dry the dishes.  The pain from the thrashing she had gotten earlier was subsiding, but the humiliation forced on her in the barn remained a painful memory.  After the dishes were finished, Eleanor asked for some paper, a pen and ink, so that she could write a letter to her father “to let him know she had arrived safely yesterday.”  (Was it really just since yesterday these horrible things had been done to her?)

Meg gave her the writing implements and she went upstairs to write her letter in privacy.

                                                                       May 15, 1906

Dear Daddy,

I arrived here safely yesterday.  Please, is there somewhere else I can go?         Any place?

I hate it here.  The whole family has been cruel to me.  I have been beaten, undressed in front of everyone, physically mauled and made to do horrible things by Mrs. Ward.  I cannot imagine what dreadful things they have planned for me next.  Tomorrow, I start back to school, but I’m not looking forward to it, as Mr. Ward is teaching it and he seems hard.  Please, please, find some way I can leave here as soon as possible.  I hope your treatment and the hot dry air of Arizona is helping you to feel better and that you and I can be back together again soon.  I love you, Daddy,     Eleanor.

Eleanor sealed the letter and took it downstairs and asked that the next time Fritz went into town he drop the letter off at the post-office.  He assured her he would, but he never did.  After she had gone to bed, he opened it, read it and burned it in the fireplace.

Eleanor joined the adults in reading until bedtime.  She had finished Jane Eyre just as the clock struck nine.

“Time for ‘nite-nite drinkie’, Danny.  Would you like to show Daddy what we taught Eleanor to do today?”

“Well, okay, Mama, but I like it better with you ‘cause you have milk in your titties and Ellie doesn’t.”

“All right then, how about if you suck on my titties, but Eleanor takes care of your wee-wee?”

Eleanor looked up in alarm and disgust, but she could tell from Meg’s scowl that there was to be no alternative.  Scared, but determined, she hoped that Fritz would come to her defense if she balked, so she stood and faced Meg.

“I won’t do it!  What you’re asking me to do is disgusting and, I dare say, illegal, and I won’t do it!” 

She looked over at Fritz, who sat like the Sphinx with a slight smile on his face and said nothing.  Before she could say anything more, Meg had grabbed her arm and was face to face with Eleanor, glaring with burning eyes at the recalcitrant teen.

“Don’t you ever say ‘no’ to me again, young lady!  Remove your clothes, at once!”

“I won’t!”

Meg’s hand moved to the neck of Eleanor’s dress and in seconds she had torn the front of the dress down to her waist.  Eleanor was totally taken by surprise and watched as the dress slithered down her legs.  Seconds later the chemise was also torn into pieces and it fell to the ground, leaving the chagrined girl stark naked, once again, and in tears.

Meg grabbed Eleanor by the wrist and pulled her over to the sofa, sat and pulled her over her lap.  Eleanor began to try to wiggle off of Meg’s lap, but this was foiled when Meg grabbed Eleanor’s left breast and twisted.  Eleanor screamed, but stopped her attempt to escape immediately.  Continuing to hold Eleanor’s breast firmly, Meg began spanking her buttocks alternately.  Her still red buttocks felt the wrath of Meg’s tireless hands, as she continued to beat her for well over five minutes.  The pain of the beating became so intense that Eleanor’s legs began flailing, affording Fritz and Danny a perfect view of Eleanor’s thinly covered vagina and anus.

“Oh, please stop!...Smack!...Pleeeease!...Smack!....I’m sorry! I’m really sorry!...Smack!...Allright, I’ll do it! I’ll do it!...Smack!...Please!”

As the tears poured down her face the pain in her crimson cheeks became almost unbearable.  Finally Meg stopped, but continued to hold on to Eleanor’s tender boob.

Finally she released the reddening udder and Eleanor slid down her legs to the floor.

“Am I going to hear any more foolishness from you, Eleanor?  Tell me now, so we can get this decided once and for all.”

Eleanor sniffled, “No ma’am.”

Then get up on that side of the couch.  Danny come and plop your heinie down between us.  That’s it.  Now lean back and grab one of Mama’s nipples in your mouth, and your legs over Eleanor’s legs, so the bad girl can go to work on your wee-wee.  Good boy.”

Danny began sucking, Eleanor began fondling Danny’s prick, and Fritz watched in delight.  The result, of course, was the same, with Danny’s semen spurting all over Eleanor’s hand, and, being ordered to repeat her earlier chore, choked down the sticky mess.  She was told to rinse her hands in the dishwater left from dinner and to go to bed with Danny, since she had school the next day.

Still naked she trudged up the stairs, still dripping tears, followed by a naked Danny, staring fixedly at the buttocks before him at eye level.  She donned her nightgown and after Danny had put his pajamas on went to douse the lamp.

“Please don’t sleep behind me tonight, Danny.  My rear end is so sore.  It hurts a lot.”

“Sure, Ellie.  I’m really sorry you’re sore.  Mama got really mad at you, didn’t she?  I know what!  I’ll sleep in front and then we can kiss each other a lot.  How about that?”

“I’d really rather you slept in your bed and I slept on my cot tonight, if you don’t mind.”

“Sure!  Okay!”

And, wonder of wonders, Danny climbed into his bed and Eleanor got a good night’s sleep, once the pain from the spanking had subsided.

Downstairs, Fritz was telling Meg he wanted her to make sure she laced Eleanor’s oatmeal with a laxative and a diuretic in the morning.  She agreed.

Day 3

The next morning Eleanor dressed in her only good dress, since the other had been torn the night before. And, after eating her oatmeal and drinking some juice, she set off in the buggy beside Fritz.  Not a word was said, and, after the embarrassment of the previous night, Eleanor was just as glad.  Soon they pulled up in front of the lone clapboard building.  She noticed an outhouse behind the school, but otherwise there wasn’t another building in view.  She descended from the buggy and Fritz took it around to the back, unhooked the buggy and put the horse out to pasture in a closed area.

Eleanor entered the school hesitantly.  All the other children were there already, it seemed, as there were only two empty desks, both of them closest to Fritz’s desk at the front of the classroom.  Soon Fritz entered and ordered Eleanor to the desk nearest him.

He introduced Eleanor to the rest of the class and she was greeted with a few smiles, mostly from the five other girls.  Fritz went to the blackboard and, after assigning reading pages to each child, came over and handed Eleanor a geography book and a math book and told her to concentrate on the first ten pages of her math.  He returned to his desk and began grading some papers.

Eleanor had been reading for about ten minutes before the urge to go to the outhouse came on rapidly, and she raised her hand to be excused.  Fritz glared over at her and told her in a surly voice to go ahead and hurry back.  Eleanor walked outside rapidly, and was able to undress enough to sit in the smelly outhouse before she had an accident.  She had a rather watery bowel movement, swiped herself with a couple of pages of the Sears catalogue that hung by a nail on the wall and returned to her seat.

She had gotten back to reading the math book for fifteen or twenty minutes before she had to raise her hand to be excused again.  Of course, everyone in the class looked up from their books. This time Fritz glared at her for a few moments before reluctantly allowing her to depart.  Again she had another loose bowel movement, as well as a long pee.  Embarrassed she returned to her seat and set to work again.  Within a half hour she was again forced to raise her hand.  Fritz rose stonily from his chair and strode to her desk. 

“I don’t know what you’re doing out there in the outhouse, young lady, but my temper is getting very short.  You may go again, but this is the last.  You have disrupted this class three times now, and I will have no more, do you understand?”

Eleanor nodded meekly and, nonplussed, she hurried to get out of his sight.  This time it was more of the same, and she couldn’t understand what was happening, since she didn’t feel at all ill.  She finished and crept back to her desk.  It was an hour before the urge hit her again, and as much as she hated to do it she was forced to raise her hand again.  Fritz stormed over to her desk, and she thought at first he was going to strike her.

“All right, young lady, that’s it!  You go out there, but during the lunch hour I will make an example of your disobedience.  You have six of the best with that cane you see on the wall coming to you, and everyone gets to watch.  You have exceeded my patience and you will be very sorry you played these games with me, I assure you!”

“I’m so sorry, sir.  I’m really not playing….”

“Go, now!”

Eleanor rushed outside and made it just in time.  She began to cry, as the thought of more pain to her poor tender buttocks began to hit home.  She forced herself to reenter the schoolhouse.  Everyone watched as she crept back to her desk, and she heard a few snickers from some of the boys.  She sat down and, just before the noon lunch break, the urgent need hit her again.  She tried to hold it in, hoping she could make it to the lunch hour before she had to leave again.  She managed to hold it in for over five minutes, but then she felt some of the watery brown liquid escape and soil her chemise and seep through to her dress.

She had no choice but to raise her hand again.  This time Fritz again strode over to her desk, but this time his hand drew back and he smacked her face with sufficient force to leave a bright red splotch on her cheek.

Go! Go! You ungrateful child. Go!”

She jumped up, and it was immediately obvious to the whole class that she had messed herself.  She ran as quickly as she could, but she could feel more fluid seeping out.  By the time she made it to the outhouse, there was a considerable stain on her dress.  She tried to rub some of it off, but nothing she did helped.  When she returned to her desk, everyone in the room, except Fritz was laughing at her predicament.

“So you have soiled your dress, and, I assume, your chemise!  Take them both off immediately!  You may spend the rest of the day showing your body to everyone in the room.  Perhaps that is your intent, to show all the boys your womanly charms.  Is that it?”

Oh, no sir!  Please, I’m sorry!  Please let me keep my dress on!”

Take it off at once, unless you want me to double your punishment!”

The tears streamed down her pretty face, as Eleanor slowly unbuttoned her dress.  She could see out of the corner of her eyes, all the boys leaning forward to get a better look at her.  Soon she was down to her chemise, and she slowly slipped the shoulder straps down her arms and stood before the class totally nude.  Her hands went before her bosom and vaginal area to protect her modesty, as much as possible.

Fritz called her up to his desk and told her to bend over it with her red butt facing the class.  He removed the cane from its hook, took a few practice swipes with it, before moving over in back of his young charge.  Eleanor tried to squeeze her buttocks tight, but the first strike from the cane was the most terrible pain Eleanor had ever felt, and her immediate response was to jump up and rub her cheeks with her hands.  Big mistake.  She hopped around the front of the classroom, much to the enjoyment of the boys in the class, as her breasts bounced up and down with each jump she took.

“That will cost you six more, young lady, and if you jump up again, I’ll add six more. The despairing girl climbed back over the desk and tried to prepare herself for more excruciating pain.  The next strike burned into her skin like a hot wire but she managed to stay on the desk.  To insure it somewhat, she grabbed the far edge of the desk in both hands, just in time for the next blow, another scorcher.  On the seventh strike, she continued to hold onto the desk, but her legs began to fly about, giving the male watchers an unobstructed view of the lightly haired split peach between her legs.  The same occurred on the final five, as her modesty disappeared with the opportunity to hopefully ease the scorching pain.

Fritz replaced the cane on its hanger, telling Eleanor to return to her desk.  She started to don her chemise, but Fritz’s harsh voice stopped her.

“You will not don those filthy clothes, child.  You will spend the rest of the day just as you are.  Perhaps that will teach you a lesson in modesty.  You certainly did everything you could to show off the area between your legs during your punishment.  Now, sit!”

It was everything she could do to find a spot on the hard desk chair that didn’t exacerbate her extremely painful rear cheeks.  She was mortified to hear that she had inadvertently shown herself off to the class during the beating. She finally found that by sliding forward on the seat as much as possible some of her buttocks avoided touching the seat.

During the lunch break, while the other children ate peanut butter sandwiches made available to them on a table in the front of the room, Eleanor remained in her seat, too embarrassed to let anyone see more of her body than they already had.  All the boys had gotten together and were snickering and whispering over in a corner.  A couple of the older girls came over to Eleanor and expressed their sympathy for her pain and inability to cover herself, and then returned to their desks.

The rest of the afternoon was spent with Fritz lecturing to the older students about American history and science.  Eleanor managed to stay out of trouble and was very relieved when three o’clock came and the kids were dismissed.  She rose and started to put her dress on, when she heard Fritz’s bellow.

“I told you you are not to wear those filthy clothes.  Gather them up and meet me in the front after I hitch up the horse.”

“But I have to wear something, sir.”

“I don’t believe you’ll find anything to put around your wretched body, so you’ll just have to ride home au natural.”

He disappeared out the door and Eleanor slowly walked down the aisle to the door, clothes in hand, and waited.  A couple of the boys stood out by a nearby tree and stared at her until Fritz arrived with the horse and buggy.  Reluctantly she dumped her dress and chemise in the back of the buggy and climbed up beside Fritz and closed her eyes tight.  She didn’t want to see any passersby, who would obviously see her in all her nudity.  Keeping her eyes closed allowed Fritz the pleasure of watching her breasts jiggle on the bumpy dirt road all the way home.

When they reached the house, Fritz let Eleanor out in front of the house and took the horse to the barn.  The naked girl, clothes in hand, entered the house.  Meg was cooking as she came in and immediately stopped. Danny was on the sofa playing with his soldiers.

“My God, what happened?”

“Well, I…had an accident, and soiled my dress and chemise.”

“Oh, Eleanor, you should be so ashamed!  Well, get those clothes rinsed out and on the line outside.  That’s your only dress and if you’re going to school tomorrow you’ll need it clean.”

  Eleanor turned to go back outside to wash the stain off her clothes at the pump, when Meg noticed her backside, which was ridged with ugly raised ridges with crimson lines between them covering her entire buttocks.

“What in the world happened to your butt?”

“Well…I…I had to go to the bathroom a lot and Fritz got mad and…caned me.  I couldn’t help it.  I just had to go.”

“I think you should call him Master Fritz.  After all he is your teacher and certainly not your equal.  Yes, Master Fritz sounds right!”

“Yes ma’am.”

“I guess maybe you need to go to the bathroom before you leave the house in the morning.  Go on, now, and get those clothes cleaned off.  You certainly do know how to cause problems.”

Eleanor went outside feeling even more humiliated than before.  She cleaned off the stains from both the dress and camisole, as Fritz came around the house and went inside.  She hung up her clothes on the line and reentered the house and started up the stairs.

“Where do you think you’re going, young lady?”

“Up to get a clean camisole, sir.”

“No, I told you in school, you don’t deserve to be dressed again today.  You can go as you are for the rest of the day.  Maybe next time you’ll think twice about disrupting my class.”

Eleanor turned and came back downstairs.  The tears began to fill her eyes at the unfairness of her punishment.  She sat in one of the armchairs, declining to help Danny play with his soldiers and stared at the wall.  Half an hour later, Meg told her to set the table and cut the loaf of bread she’d baked.  Eleanor completed her tasks just in time for supper and sat down gingerly at her place opposite Danny.  Danny, as usual stared at her breasts through most of the meal.

“So, Eleanor tells me she caused a lot of problems at school today.”

“She did indeed.  She went out to the outhouse four times this morning.  I began to think maybe she was out there abusing herself.”

“What’s abusing herself mean, Mama?”

“It’s what a girl does that Eleanor and I have been doing for you during your ‘nite-nite drinkie’, Honey.”

Eleanor was not only turning red in the face, she began tearing up again at the embarrassment this conversation was causing her.

“But girls don’t have wee-wees to pull on like you and Eleanor do on mine.”

“No, but girls have a little bump between their legs that makes them feel good when they tickle it.”

“Yeah, can I see it?”

“Maybe later, Sweetie.  Eat your supper now.”

“Oh, God, no!  I’ll die if she uses me to show him,” was all that Eleanor could think, as she lowered her head and finished her meal.

Sure enough, after the dinner dishes were done and put away, Meg asked Danny if he’d like to watch, as Eleanor brought herself off.  Danny was excited to have the chance to watch, and Meg ordered Eleanor over to the sofa.

“Sit down and spread your legs, Eleanor.  Danny, you get down on the floor between her legs so you can see better.  I said spread your legs, girl.  Don’t make me tell you again!”

  

“Please don’t make me do this, ma’am.  I’m so  embarrassed.”

“I don’t care about your embarrassment, young lady.  Your actions today show me you have no respect for anyone.  Now get those legs spread wide before I let Fritz tan your hide again with the cane!”

With tears streaming down her face, Eleanor spread her legs wide and Danny got his head up within two feet of her pussy.

“Spread those lips, girl.  All right, now pull the cap off your clitoris.  Now, see that shiny little bump, Danny.  That’s what girls rub to get the same feeling you do when the sperm shoots out of your wee-wee.  Okay, Eleanor, start rubbing that clit.  That’s it!  But rub a little faster.  I don’t want to look at your ugly pussy all day.”

Totally mortified Eleanor sped up her massaging, realizing that the faster she brought herself off the faster her trial would be done.  She could see that the whole family was watching with great interest as her finger flew back and forth over her little button.  Soon she was panting, her climax almost there.  Suddenly her body tensed, and she began a low moan, attempting not to make any more noise than necessary.  Her finger stopped rubbing and her whole body relaxed.   She lay there for a minute basking in the relief she had felt, glad that this abomination was finished.

“See, Danny.  Girls don’t shoot stuff out like you do, but look at all the gooey stuff in her slit.  That’s what girls do instead.  And you know what?  Unlike boys, girls can have two or three climaxes right in a row.  Show him, Eleanor.”

Eleanor looked up in alarm at Meg and saw nothing but a stony determined glare on her face.  Resigned, she began again, and having completed her second orgasm, was forced to initiate another before Meg finally let her stop.  She was totally exhausted and, gratefully, she was ordered to go to bed, even though it was still light outside.

She went upstairs, donned her nightgown, slipped under the covers of the cot and was asleep by the time Danny came up two hours later.

Day 4

                          

  Eleanor awoke early, but her backside was still hurting her and she decided to stay in bed until someone called her.  The someone actually turned out to be Danny, who shook her awake to tell her today was his birthday.  She congratulated him, thinking at the same time that he was now 19, a year older than she, but what a difference.

They both rose and descended to the dining room, where Eleanor noticed that Meg had baked a birthday cake for Danny the night before and placed it on the dining table.  Danny was so excited he was jumping up and down.  Moments later Meg and Fritz came down and both gave Danny a big hug.

Meg looked outside, noticed it was raining and announced that Eleanor would have to play hookey from school today, because she had no dress to wear, since the one on the line was soaking wet.  Eleanor was not at all sorry, but made a little moue to give the impression she was disappointed.

“So, you can stay home and play with Danny.”

Danny was delighted, Eleanor not so much, but she knew it was better than school.

Fritz brought some presents over for Danny to open up.  Most of them were toys and Tinkertoy trucks.  He also received a scrapbook and a few clothes.  Meg announced they would light the candles and have his cake at supper-time.

They all ate breakfast, and everyone went upstairs to dress.  Eleanor had spent so much time in the nude lately that she wasn’t even embarrassed that she and Danny dressed at the same time, though Danny was much slower than Eleanor, because he stopped to watch her remove her nightgown and put on a clean chemise, the only clothing she had at the moment.

When they came downstairs, Fritz was getting ready to depart and had donned an oil slicker and broad-brimmed hat, since he would have to drive through the rain all the way to school.  Meg sent Eleanor out to get her dress and chemise from the clothes-line.  By the time she got back inside, her chemise was sopping wet, so Meg suggested she take it off and hang it near the oven to dry out.

Eleanor was beginning to think there was some kind of plot to keep her naked.  She removed the chemise and sat in one of the arm-chairs.  Danny, who had been playing with his new toys immediately stopped to stare at her naked body.  In order to escape Danny’s stare, Eleanor curled up in the chair.  Apparently Meg had seen what was happening, because she immediately told Eleanor to come over and wash, dry and put the breakfast dishes away.  Danny followed her every motion as she accomplished her task.

Eleanor eventually was able to grab another book and curl up with it in the arm-chair.  She read until lunch-time and found that her chemise had dried, so she was finally able to cover herself.  After lunch Danny asked Eleanor if she would help him with his scrapbook.  He had several books that he wanted to cut pictures out of and glue them in the scrapbook.  Meg suggested Eleanor use the scissors and Danny use the glue, which had a brush attached to the cap.  So they began, and all was going well, as Eleanor would cut the pictures Danny wanted, and he would swab the scrapbook and push the pictures on the page.

At one point, however, Eleanor was cutting a picture from a large book, when she felt what she thought at first was Danny’s hand on her crotch.  When she lifted the book, she found that Danny in pasting a picture had lost track of the bottle in his hand and most of the glue had dripped onto her chemise at her crotch, and then dripped down onto the couch.

“Oh, Danny, look what you’ve done.  You’ve gotten glue all over me and the couch.”

She jumped up and began looking for something to mop up the mess from herself and the sofa.

“You stupid girl!  I give you the job of looking after Danny for a few minutes and now look at this mess.  I don’t know if we can get the glue off of this couch.  You stupid girl!  Grab some rags from the closet in the kitchen.  Quickly!”

Eleanor ran and grabbed rags and the two females began rubbing the fabric on the couch.  The main glob of glue came up, but it looked as though there would be a permanent stain left on the couch.

Eleanor began to rub the residue on her chemise, but it had become sticky by the time she started to work on it.  She removed her chemise, but the glue had soaked through and covered her pubic area.  She was able to remove some of the sticky mess, but a good bit remained tangled in her pubic hair.

“I guess I’d better go wash this off before it’s permanently stuck.”

She started toward the kitchen.

“No!  You have acted like a child in minding Danny.  I think we’ll just shave it off.  Then you can look like the little girl you’ve been acting like.”

”Nnnoo…That’s all right.  I…I’ll take care of it.”

“You sit down in that wooden chair right now.  Don’t you argue with me.”

“But I’m pretty sure I can wipe the glue off.”

Meg strode over to Eleanor, and, grabbing her arm, pulled her over to the chair, sat and in a moment had Eleanor over her lap.  The spanking Meg administered would have been painful in itself, but, given on top of the weals and raw spots left the day before by Fritz’s caning, it was almost unbearable for Eleanor.  She wailed and screamed as blow after blow fell on her defenseless bottom.  It had retained its raw, red condition, but when Meg finished her entire ass was a deep crimson.  Meg pushed Eleanor, who was crying and moaning, off her lap and ordered her to lie down on the kitchen floor.  Eleanor, now totally cowed, did as demanded, having trouble sitting down before she lay flat.

Meg took the scissors Eleanor had been using and knelt at Eleanor’s feet.

“All right.  I want you to stick your legs up in the air, grab them behind the knees and pull them to your breasts and spread your legs wide, as wide as you can get them. Then you best not move, or I’m likely to cut something besides hair.”

Eleanor, still weeping, did as she was told, putting herself in perhaps the lewdest position it’s possible for a female to be in.  Her plump outer lips were slightly spread, and even the inner lips were showing a slight red between them.  Her hair was so sparse and blond that it hid nothing.  Of course, Danny was right there to observe and stood behind his mother for the best possible view.

Meg snipped the area above Eleanor’s mound, and then began cutting on either side of the outer lips, finishing up with a few stray hairs back toward her little rose-petal. Admonishing Eleanor not to move, Meg went and got a straight razor, a damp cloth and some soap, and, kneeling once more, applied the soap to the cloth and began rubbing it over the entire vaginal area.  Carefully she began applying the razor to the stubble that remained and, within a couple of minutes, had denuded Eleanor of every bit of hair above and in the area of her pussy, but with glue having stuck to her skin the shave was a painful one.  When she finished, Meg sat back and looked at the result.

Eleanor did, indeed, look like a two-year-old with diaper rash getting ready to be diapered.

“Hey, Mama, show me that bump on Ellie’s pussy again.”

Meg reached in, and, lifting the hood, showed Danny the clitoris again, much to Eleanor’s shame, but her dismay was to be elevated when Danny asked if he could play with it.  Meg agreed and moved out of the way, so that Danny could get up close, and she watched in amusement, as Eleanor placed her arm over her eyes to hide the shame she felt, and Danny’s finger extended to the little nubbin and began rotating. 

It took a few minutes for Eleanor to start reacting to the manipulation, because she was so embarrassed by Danny’s actions.  But gradually she began to feel the tingling in her pussy and couldn’t hold back the moans it was causing.  Eventually she reached the peak and gave out a long squeal, as her body contracted and her legs trembled.  She continued to lie there, as Meg put all the paraphernalia away, and Danny rose to look down on her subsiding orgasm.

“Well, you’ve messed up your last pair of clean underthings, so I guess you’ll have to go naked again for the rest of the day.  Go wash out your chemise by the pump and then come back in.  I want you to help me get dinner ready.”

Eleanor picked up her chemise and trudged out to the pump, and as the rain poured over her naked body, she tried to get as much of the remaining glue out as she could.  By the time she came back inside, her hair had washed down over her face, and she looked like a drowned chipmunk.  Shortly after she came in, the rain stopped, and Danny went out for a swim.

Fritz arrived home from school, put the horse and buggy in the barn and entered the house.  The first thing he saw was a naked Eleanor, and the second was her bare pubic mound.

“Well, it seems our little girl just can’t keep from showing herself off.  Whose idea was it to shave her pussy.  It certainly doesn’t leave a lot to the imagination.”

Eleanor tried to hide her pussy, by covering it with her hand, but the damage had been done.

“I’ll tell you about it later, Hon.  Supper’s all ready.  Let’s eat.”

After dinner, during which Danny kept staring at Eleanor’s breasts, and, twice dropped  his fork on the floor to catch a glimpse at her newly shaved slit, the females finished the dishes, and, while the adults read, Danny played with his new toys.

At 9:00, Meg informed Danny it was time for his ‘nitey-nite drinkie,’ but because of it being a special day, they had a big surprise for their birthday boy.

“Well, actually, it’s Eleanor who’s going to give you your surprise.  You’ll get your drinkie from Mama’s tittie, but instead of using her hand, tonight she’s going to use her mouth.”

Eleanor’s jaw literally dropped, and her eyes got huge.

“Nnnn…nnooo…you can’t ask me to do that.  I won’t do it!...I won’t!”

“In the first place I’m not asking you, I’m telling you!  You know how sore that ass of yours is now.  Think how sore it’s going to be after I use the hairbrush on it for fifteen minutes or so.  You won’t be able to sit for a week.  And, I’ve thought of some other places a hairbrush might hurt a lot!  Now come on, Danny, let’s get you set in the middle of the couch, now put your head in Mama’s lap and grab on to one of Mama’s nipples.  That’s a good boy.  Now, on your knees, girl, crawl over to the couch and DO IT!”

Eleanor hesitated only a moment, realizing she couldn’t take a hairbrush on her buttocks, after all they’d suffered in the last three days.  She crawled over to the couch and found herself looking at the flaccid penis in front of her, as if it was a coiled rattlesnake.          

She opened her mouth and took the penis into her mouth.  She thanked God that Danny had gone swimming in the afternoon.  The shaft, which was growing longer by the moment, had little or no taste.  As it grew to its full length of five inches, she found it was going deeper and deeper, but she was careful not to let it touch the back of her mouth.  She was having enough trouble as it was, gagging occasionally, and twice she retched to the point she was afraid she was going to throw up, but she was able to control the reflex.

Danny was moaning and gurgling the full time. Within two minutes, Eleanor could tell he was reaching the moment of orgasm, and she didn’t know what to do.  Meg answered for her.

“You’d better swallow it, if you know what’s good for you, girl!”

And so the spermal torrent hit the back of her mouth, and, with all the fortitude she could muster, she swallowed hard and managed to get most of it.  The second and third spurts were harder to manage, but she finally forced them down.  She pulled away with a sigh.

“Oh, God, Mama, that was the best feeling I ever had in my life.  Wow!  Oh, wow!  Thanks, Ellie!”

“Well, I’m sure you could do that again, Honey.  That one didn’t last any time at all.  I know Eleanor would just love to do that again, RIGHT NOW, wouldn’t you, dear?  Maybe you could do it a little better this time.”

Eleanor didn’t answer.  She looked at Meg with horror in her eyes, then looked down at the softening shaft in her hand, placed her mouth over the tip and began sucking again.  This time it took close to five minutes before Danny fired off again, and, again, she was forced to swallow it all.

“Wow!  What a great birthday present, Mama.  Do you suppose we could do that again sometime?”

“Oh, I’m sure Eleanor would love to do it on a regular basis, Honey.  Maybe she can learn to do it well eventually.  Practice makes perfect!  Now it’s time for bed.”

Danny kissed everyone, and gave Eleanor a special thank you after he kissed her.  Eleanor said nothing.  A few minutes after she was sure Danny was asleep, Eleanor asked if she could go to bed.  Meg acknowledged the fact that since she had school tomorrow, it would probably be best if she went on to bed.

An hour or so later Meg and Fritz got ready to turn in.  Before they went upstairs Fritz instructed Meg to lace Eleanor’s breakfast oatmeal with a diuretic and laxative again.

Day 5

The next morning, after breakfast, Fritz and Eleanor set out for school.  Once again Fritz said nothing during the whole trip, and Eleanor was not inclined to try to make small talk.  When they arrived at school, Fritz put the horse out to pasture and entered to find that, as usual all of the students were present and seated in their chairs.  When Eleanor entered there were a few snickers among the boys and whispering between the girls.  As soon as Fritz entered, the room quieted down immediately.  He began by assigning reading to each class, and sat at his desk reading a history book.

It was less than an hour before Eleanor raised her hand to go to the outhouse.  Fritz snarled, but let her go.  Another hour passed before she could not hold it in any more and again raised her hand.  Fritz snapped at her, but let her go again.  Forty five minutes later her hand was again waving, but this time Fritz marched over to her desk and informed her she could leave ‘to go to the facility’, but she could expect a whipping, when she returned.  In tears, she went out to the outhouse and broke down completely.  She was there for nearly fifteen minutes, before she had pulled herself together and steeled herself enough to reenter.

Fritz was waiting by the door with cane in hand, when she returned.  He led her up to the front and told her to remove her clothes in preparation.  As she did so, again with tears streaming down her face, Fritz smiled and spoke.

“Well, I’m glad to see you haven’t soiled your clothes today. We’re making progress!

But I do not understand you.  Meg said you had no problems evacuating yesterday, that you only went once.  But Monday, and again today, you go out of your way to excuse yourself over and over.  Are you using the time to pleasure yourself, girl?”

Eleanor turned a deep shade of pink and denied the accusation, while half of the class snickered.  Eleanor now stood naked before the class trying to protect her privates with her hands, but most of them had caught sight of her bare vagina, and there were whispers all through the classroom..  Fritz led her to his desk and ordered her to bend over it in preparation for ‘six of the best.’

When she did, there was a gasp from her schoolmates, when they saw the raw condition of her buttocks.  Much of the swelling and redness were gone, but the twelve dark ridges from her beating Monday were still very much in evidence.  Fritz again warned her that any jumping up to rub her cheeks during the punishment would add six strokes to her chastisement.  She grabbed onto the front of the desk and prayed she could hold forth until the end.

Fritz took a few practice swings and then let go with a mighty blow to the bottom of her buttocks.  Eleanor screamed out but held on to the desk.  The second was just as hard, and her body juddered from the severity.  The final four were given with equal fervor, and Eleanor’s face was awash with tears, when she was allowed to rise.  Fritz informed her that, as further punishment, she could remain naked for the rest of the day.  She returned to her desk and sat down very carefully.  She could tell that the other kids were trying to catch a glimpse of her breasts as the morning wore on.

Her woes were not over, however.  Just before lunch she realized the urge was too great to hold those additional minutes, and she had to raise her hand again.  Fritz bellowed, but told her to go.  The problem now was that she had to walk by all of her schoolmates naked and they would all get a good view of her naked pussy.  Two of the male students she passed on the way managed to pull her hand away from her crotch and got huge smiles on their faces as they caught glimpses of her bare slit.

When she returned and was walking in front of the class, Fritz rose from his desk and stopped her, turning her toward the class.

“There seems to be a great deal of interest in the fact that the hair that covers your vagina has been shaved.  Perhaps you’d like to walk past each student’s desk and explain why the hair is gone, Eleanor.” 

Eleanor looked with startled amazement at Fritz, and as he motioned where she was to go, a new stream of tears began flowing down her face.  She began to walk down the farthest aisle.

“Any of you who would like to feel how soft it is now are welcome to.”

Every male took advantage of the offer, some even managing to poke their fingers between the lips.  The girls just smiled as she walked past. She explained that she had gotten glue on her pubes the previous day, and they had gotten rid of the problem by cutting the hair and shaving it.  When every student had had an opportunity to look or feel, she reached her desk, sat, and lowered her head.  Again she did not partake in lunch, because of her nudity. 

She was so relieved when the end of school arrived at three o’clock.  This time Fritz allowed her to dress, before they headed home.  During the ride, Fritz let her know that she was no longer welcome at his school.  She could remain home with Meg and Danny from now on.  She was actually relieved, thinking that she could go back to school when her father had recovered and wouldn’t have to put up with the punishment and humiliation she had received from Fritz.

When they reached the house, as soon as she came inside, Meg handed her a telegram, addressed to her, that had already been opened.  She pulled it out of the envelope and read.

“Regret to inform you your father George G. Ingersol passed away Tuesday May 16 Stop Bank account shows negative balance Stop Burial will be here May 18 unless we hear from you otherwise Stop Sincerely John R. Steadman Manager Phoenix Cancer Clinic Stop”

Eleanor just sat down on the floor and cried.  Danny tried to console her, but she would have none of it.  Eventually, she rose, excused herself, ran upstairs and threw herself on her cot.  She spent the afternoon alternating between crying and wondering what would become of her.  It became obvious that she was now essentially the property of Meg and Fritz, and, unless they wanted to send her to an orphanage, which was highly unlikely, she would be spending at least the next two years as their indentured servant.  This only brought on more tears.  By the time she came downstairs for supper, her face was a mess.  Meg and Fritz expressed their sorrow to her, and the rest of the meal was spent in silence except for Danny’s incessant chatter.

The evening went as usual, with the adults reading, though Eleanor wasn’t really comprehending what she was reading, and Danny playing with his toys.

When it was time for Danny’s ‘nite-nite drinkie’ Meg positioned herself on the couch and Danny lay down with his head in her lap.

“Is Ellie going to suck on my wee-wee tonight, Mama?”

“No, Honey, she probably doesn’t much feel like it tonight, having just found out about her daddy.  She can just do it with her hand tonight!”

Eleanor knew, then, that she had nothing to look forward to but grief.  What more could they do to her?   She performed her nightly chore, manually, and then asked to go to bed.   She and Danny got ready for bed at the same time, he ogling her, and she not caring any more, changed into her nightgown right in front of him.  She turned down the lantern, and, thankfully, Danny decided to get into bed, instead of bothering her by sharing the cot.  Unfortunately, it made no difference.  Eleanor spent the night tossing and turning, thinking about her father and her current situation.

Day 6

Eleanor had to drag herself out of bed, when the call came to get up.  Fritz had already left for school, but as they were sitting at the table after breakfast, Meg came up with her latest project to make life miserable for Eleanor.

“You know, Fritz suggested that with all the problems you’ve been having with your bowels lately, it probably means you have some kind of bug in there.  He suggested I give you an enema this morning.  Let’s see if we can’t get you back to normal.”

“Nnno, no…that’s all right.  I feel fine.  I don’t know what was the matter, but I’m okay now.”

“Fritz ordered it, and I don’t go against what he tells me.  Now, go get a pail of water from the pump and we’ll heat it up and have you well in no time.”

“Please, please, I’ll be all right.”

“I gave you an order, young lady.  No more shilly-shallying!  And while you’re at it, bring in some more wood for the stove.”

Eleanor grabbed the pail, went out, filled it, and brought it back to the stove.  She then went out back and got a load of firewood and stacked it by the stove.  They then waited for the water to get hot.  As Meg was adding a plentiful load of soap into the pail, Danny came over and asked her what she was doing.  Meg explained she was going to clean out Eleanor’s insides, and he immediately became fascinated with the procedure.

When the water was hot, Meg ordered Eleanor to take off her nightgown and kneel on the floor, while she went and got the enema equipment.  When she ordered Eleanor to lean her face against the floor and keep her butt up, Danny asked what she was going to do.

“Well, first I’m going to grease up the end of this nozzle.  You could help by taking some of this grease and rubbing it into ‘your sister’s’ little bum-hole.  Good, now I fill up this enema bag and hang it on this hook on the wall, and then I stick the nozzle in Eleanor, and release this clip, and the water flows out of the bag into her backside.”

“Ooooh….ouuuu, it’s too hot. Please take it out.”

“Oh, you’ll get used to it in a minute or so.  It needs to be hot, in order to get those germs out of your system.”

Eleanor continued to moan periodically for the next few minutes, as the soapy water filled her bowels.  When the bag was empty, Meg took it off the hook and filled it half full this time.  After hanging it back up she released the clip again, and the water continued to pour into Eleanor’s colon.

“Since you’re as small as you are, I think a quart and a half should be about right.”

Eleanor’s moans became louder and more plaintive as the second bag emptied.  She had started to cry by the time it was empty.

“Now stand up, Eleanor.  Let’s have a look.  Oh look at her tummy, Danny.  It’s sticking way out.  Come and feel it.  See how shiny it is.”

They both began to massage and poke at her stomach, much to the dismay of Eleanor.

“May I go to the outhouse now, please?”

“Oh, no, we have to wait another ten minutes for the water to have a real effect.  So Eleanor stood with the tubing still attached and continued to cry and groan.  Eventually she was shifting back and forth from foot to foot, crying, perspiring and moaning.  Finally, Meg unplugged her and she went racing outside, naked and caring only about getting to the outhouse.  She evacuated for two or three minutes and dragged herself back inside, exhausted.

“Now then, why don’t we all go for a short swim and then we can get some tan.  It’s such a beautiful day.”

Meg and Danny pulled off their clothes and all three went out to the lake au natural.  The three of them swam for a few minutes, before Meg went to shore, pulled out a couple of towels and lay down on her back.  Eleanor stayed in until Danny started swimming up behind her and pinching her sore bottom, much to his delight.  She finally went to shore and copied Meg, lying face up on a couple of towels.  Danny finally followed and the three of them lay side by side, soaking up the sun.

After an hour or so, Meg went into the house to work on supper.  The sun had a truly soporific effect on Eleanor and turning over on her back she fell deeply asleep, for the first time in over 24 hours.  She had been sleeping for half an hour, when she was wakened by  a horrific scream from Danny, who came running out of the forest. The front of his arms, legs and torso were covered in scratches, none severe, but he was crying and obviously frightened.

Meg came running out of the house and folded her arms around Danny.  When he quieted down, he explained that he had been climbing a tree and the branch he was stepping on broke, resulting in him grabbing the trunk and sliding down against the rough bark.  Meg took a close look at his cuts and scrapes and ran to get a rag and some mercurochrome.  When she returned, she dabbed the disinfectant on all of the spots that were at all deep. Her anger grew as she dabbed.

“I leave you here to watch Danny, and what do you do?  Fall asleep.  You are useless, girl.  I see he scraped his wee-wee, too, so you’ll have to be really careful, when you suck tonight.  Now, come over to the porch with me.”

She pulled Eleanor up from the towels and yanked her over to the porch.  When they reached there she sat on the porch steps and pulled Eleanor down, in her now familiar place on her lap and began whaling away at her buttocks, which were now red from sunburn. 

Eleanor’s cheeks were so sore from the whippings she had received from Fritz and the sunburn, that she began howling on the very first strike and didn’t let up until Meg finished some fifteen minutes later.  Her legs fluttered every which way, but she couldn’t escape the strength of Meg’s tirade.  With mucous sliding from her nose and tears coursing down her face, she was pushed off Meg’s lap.  But Meg held on to her arm and made her stand in front of her.

“Next time I leave you to watch Danny, you’d better do it, girlie.  You think your ass is sore now, just wait.”

“But I didn’t even know you’d gone.  I fell asleep.”

“That was your first mistake!  Now, get inside and slice up the carrots on the dining table, and be quick about it.  I’m tired of your laziness.”

Eleanor did as she had been told, asked Meg if there was anything else, and ,when she was told ‘no’, she grabbed a book and started to sit down, but her buttocks were so sore she decided to lie on the floor on her stomach and read.  Danny came in, and because of his scrapes, Meg told him to stay naked.  She had gotten dressed when she came in earlier.

Meg looked up from her book at one point to see Danny playing with his semi-erect penis, so she quickly went back to her book, leery of being told to finish Danny off.  Around three o’clock, Meg said she and Danny were going out to pick raspberries for dessert.  She told Eleanor she had put a loaf of bread in the oven to bake, and to take it out of the oven at four, and they left.

Meg continued to read for a half hour, but then the tensions of the day and the lack of sleep caught up to her, and she fell asleep on the floor.  She awoke to the smell of smoke, and looking over at the fumes coming out of the oven, realized she had slept past the time to take the bread out of the oven.  She ran over and, grabbing two pot-holders opened the oven door and slid the blackened bread out. 

Her tears began to roll again, as she realized that this meant another punishment, and her bottom was so sore at this point, it just hurt to touch it.  Sure enough, when Meg and Danny arrived back with a small bucket of raspberries, one look at the blackened mass sitting on the table infuriated her.  Instead of taking her over her knees though, Meg raced over to the trembling young girl and smacked her left breast as hard as she could.

Eleanor’s natural reaction was to clasp her arms in front of her to protect her sensitive breasts.  Meg grabbed both arms and pulled them away.

“You put those arms behind your back, girl, and leave them there until I finish!  If you move them to your front I will string you up and whip you with the horse whip!”

Eleanor tearfully slid her arms behind her and clasped her hands together.  Meg then began slapping one tit and then the other.  Danny was getting huge enjoyment out of watching Eleanor’s breasts swinging and bouncing around.  The pain was awful, especially when Meg would catch just the nipple with a swipe.  She pleaded for Meg to stop, but her pleas went unheard.  Finally, after over ten minutes of slapping, Meg stopped and put her face up close to Eleanor’s tear-streamed face.

“I took pity on you, because I knew your butt couldn’t take much more, but you’re in for more when Fritz gets home.  I don’t know what he’ll decide to do, but we’re going to teach you to be responsible, or else!”

Eleanor cupped her breasts in her two hands and rubbed gently as she continued to shed tears on them.

When Fritz arrived home, after putting the horse in the barn, he started inside.  Danny rushed out to hug him, and, of course, the first thing Fritz noticed was that Danny was naked, and he was covered with scrapes that had been treated with mercurochrome.  Inside, Meg told him about the whole day.

“First off, this morning I gave Eleanor a nice hot enema, just as you suggested.”

“I thought you’d wait until I was home to see it.”

“You didn’t mention that, so I just went ahead.”

“Then I left her to watch Danny, and Danny slid down a tree, and that’s where all the scrapes came from.  I spanked her for that.  Then Danny and I went to look for raspberries, and I left her to watch the bread in the oven.  When I got home, that mass of charcoal is what was left of the bread.  I slapped her tits for a while, for that one, but I think she still needs to be punished.  I thought you’d lik…uh, prefer to punish her yourself.  I don’t know how you want to do it.  Her butt looks pretty raw and between the slaps and her sunburn her tits are pretty red.”

Fritz called Eleanor over and told her to turn around.

“Yeah, her backside is in pretty bad shape.  Turn back around.”

Fritz fondled one of her breasts.  She shrieked.

“Well, let me think about it during supper.”

After supper, Fritz went outside to the barn and found his riding quirt and brought it inside.  He ordered Eleanor, who was frightened to death by the quirt, to lie on the floor.  He then ordered Danny and Meg to grab a leg apiece and pull them up toward the ceiling and spread them as far apart as they could get them.  Eleanor knew immediately what he had in mind and tried to pull free, but to no avail.

Fritz straddled her middle and, standing above, gave her directions for her punishment.

“All right, Eleanor, I am going to hit you with this whip ten times.  I want you to count each time I hit you, followed by ‘I will try to be more attentive.’  Do you understand?”

Eleanor didn’t answer him.  His reaction was to rare back with his arm and smack her vagina right in the seam.

“AAAAiii!…Ohhhh, Godddd!… Ouuu!, yes sir, I understand.  One. I will try to be more attentive.”

“That one doesn’t count.  We start now.”

                

He brought the whip down with equal force and it hit her puffy left outer lip.

“Aiiiiiahhhhh!...Ohhhh, pleeease, nooooo….One!....I’ll try to be more attentive.  Oh, pleeee…”

The whip fell with amazing force on her right lip before she could finish.

Ohhhhh..gaaaaawd…ohhhh noooo..pleeeease don’t…”

Before she could finish, Fritz had struck again, and, of course, the previous one hadn’t counted either.  By the time he had finished whipping her pudendum, he had struck between her lips five times and on her puffy outer lips eight times.  He ordered Meg and Danny to let go of her legs.  Eleanor’s hands immediately went to sooth her tender wounded vagina, and she rubbed and rubbed to ease the pain.  Fritz looked down at her with a sly smile.

“Now don’t go pleasuring yourself right here in front of everybody.”

The family walked away, leaving Eleanor lying on the floor groaning for the rest of the evening.  Until nine o’clock, at any rate.  Then she was ordered over to the couch to perform her sucking duties.  Meg reminded her she was to be especially gentle with poor Danny’s wee-wee, because of the damage she had incurred through her carelessness that morning.  She apparently performed properly, as Danny had an orgasm within three minutes.  She and Danny were sent to bed as soon as they were finished.  By the time they hit their respective beds they had both fallen into deep sleep.

Fritz was more excited than he’d been in a month and couldn’t wait to push Meg to their bedroom.  The noise they made with the bed rocking against the wall repeatedly had no effect on the two sleeping in the next room.  Everyone slept well that night!