Three Loving Punishments: No. 1 - Cold

(Written for Canz by Marie D’ Estaing)

Author’s note: During our regular Xmas visits to her father’s home, which is just outside the village in France where I grew up, Canz always gives her father a special treat on his birthday, which falls on the 28th December. Although it’s always a gift from Canz to her father, my assistance is often needed, and I am happy to give it. She is my beautiful pain-girl, and he is an generous, attractive, intelligent man, so it is no hardship for me to “help out”.

Canz normally keeps the diary of these events, but on this occasion she asked me to write a description as a keepsake for her father. As English is not my native language she will check this over when I’ve finished.

To start at the very beginning, which is in fact the night before…..

“Cold”

On the 27th she and I are about to go out to visit my brother and his wife for the evening when Canz reminds you.

“It’s your birthday tomorrow. You can have whatever you like. Just leave a note. You know the rules.”

The rules being of course that there are no rules. You both know that tomorrow she will be anything for you, do anything for you. You can do anything you like to her and ask anything of her. She will be a beautiful and fragile object, a pain-girl, not a person. Although I am her older, lesbian mistress and lover - she and I have been together for years - she will always be yours too, and it is only right that I help her to please you. I would never get between a daughter and her father.

So in the early dark of next morning we once again read the enigmatic note you left on our pillow the previous evening.

The note reads; “cold, wet, sore “, and while Canz quickly gets dressed as though for a hot summer’s day, in order to prepare her for her coming ordeal, I lace a warming mug of very hot coffee with good whisky, and make sure she drinks every drop,. Then I kiss her deeply, and just as the sun comes up I lead her by the hand to the door. She is wearing a light cotton sundress, and the light coat she puts on is cold on her bare shoulders. She stands up in her heels, tall and slim, kisses me, and then, silent and focussed the way great athletes are before their big race, nods to me that she’s ready. I open the door and she steps out into the snow of a gloomy, cold winter morning.

Hanging up my dressing gown I’m now naked except for my heels, and with my black hair piled on my head - you admire women’s bare shoulders and why shouldn’t I be part of the treat too? - I knock loudly on your bedroom door and enter without waiting for a reply.

“Happy birthday. It’s first light and it’s snowed some more. Come and look out of the big lounge window. It’s quite deep.”

I pull the covers off your bed and find myself hoping that it is my nakedness that is causing your cock to stiffen as I take your hand and help you from your bed. Naked, we move through to the lounge and, side by side, stand looking out through the wall of glass that separates it from the garden.

Glancing down, I see that your cock has grown much harder, because Canz is standing in the secluded, walled garden, smiling back at us with the grey morning light behind her. As we look through the window she takes a step towards us in her strappy high-heeled sandals, the ones we all like so much, and slides her coat off her shoulders, allowing it to land in the snow behind her as she approaches the window. Her hands snake up behind her head to lift her dark hair clear of her neck.

Your erection suddenly intensifies as she take up the pose, standing very tall and slim from her heels to her bare shoulders with her hands behind her head to lift her soft, full breasts. As we watch she moves her stockinged legs wide apart to allow the early winter morning sunlight to shine through the thin summer dress. Her legs are clearly outlined through the pale, flimsy material so we can clearly see where the dark nylon gives way to the pale flesh at the top of her thighs. The dark shadow at the top of her legs could be pubic hair or tiny dark panties, another thin shadow beneath her full breasts tells us they are almost completely naked under the dress, supported by only the flimsiest scraps of material.

Holding us with her gaze as she does so, she half turns to let us admire the natural outline of her body; the slope of her supported breasts with their hard nipples, the smooth swell of her flat stomach and lower abdomen, the full curve where her hips, the thin dark line of her garter belt clearly visible through her dress, makes the short, flimsy skirt of the dress hang clear of the backs of her thighs. Then she continues to turn so her back is towards us.

She holds the pose again for a few moments, allowing us to study her full hips and buttocks under the tight material before she lets her hair drop down over her shoulders and with her hands at the hem of her dress, moves her legs even further apart and she lifts her clothing to expose the full globes of her lower buttocks. With her dress bunched at her waist she turns her feet inwards to allow us a perfect view of the thin strip of the dark material of her thong – yes, she is wearing very skimpy panties, I didn’t know he had any, or a brassiere, for that matter – and she bends forward with straight legs with her hands on her knees.

She holds this pose for what seems an eternity, and my own heart beats as I drink in the beautiful sight of her thighs and bare buttocks separated by the tiny strip of dark cotton. I look over to you. You are obviously quite intoxicated by her actions.

I say: “permettez-moi...”,

  and stretch out an arm and softly cover your now solid, rock-like cock with my palm, preventing you from grasping yourself and starting to masturbate. I have a sudden flood of memories; it is the first time I have touched a man’s erect cock since I used to have to masturbate my elder brother as he punished and humiliated me when it was just the two of us after our parents died. As it is, you thrust against my hand but I leave your cock alone and take your hands and, spreading my legs, place them on my own stomach and abdomen, wordlessly inviting you to explore my naked body. I know I am your daughter’s lesbian lover but this morning it is better that you molest me than that I allow you to masturbate yourself before Canz has finished her birthday show.

You must wait!

Looking through the glass we watch in silence as, keeping her legs straight, and making no effort whatsoever to protect herself as she falls, Canz allows herself to slowly topple backwards towards us.

We can only gasp as her beautiful, unprotected arse lands in the snow, which is about five inches deep. She briefly sits in the snow; legs wide apart, and then continues the movement, flopping backwards with her arms wide to lie flat on her back. The perfect snow angel, she scoops up snow with both hands, dumping it on to her thighs and stomach and breasts and lies there for some minutes, squirming and wriggling in the cold winter morning, allowing the heat of her body to melt the snow she has dumped on herself.

Her skimpy dark underwear now shows clearly through the soaking thin dress and she again allows us time to admire her body as it begins to shiver before closing her legs together and slowly rolling over and over through the snow. Her dress is completely transparent and her body is completely soaked by the melted snow. My breath catches in my throat. She is my perfect Canz as her dark hair clings wetly to her head and neck and she rolls over and over.

Smiling, she sits up and turns to face us with her legs apart, and grasping the hem of her wringing wet dress, peels it up over her body in one graceful movement and throws it away. She is now sitting up in the deep snow wearing only high-heeled summer shoes, stockings and a garter belt, a tiny thong and a very low-cut brassiere. As we watch, open-mouthed, she takes handfuls of snow and stuffs them between her breasts, squeezing them together till the snow melts and trickles down her flat stomach. Then she stuffs handfuls of snow into the front of her tiny thong, and kneels up to allow us to admire the way the snow melts from her crotch to run down the insides of her thighs.

It’s becoming more and more difficult to persuade you to keep your hands from your own cock and I’m about to give in and start to gently masturbate you myself – after all I’m excited too - when you suddenly gasp and pull my naked body against yours, pushing your erect cock hard into my thigh. Canz has stood up and has stepped out of her shoes and is unfastening her stockings from her garter belt and is rolling them down her legs. One by one she kicks them away.

We continue to watch in silence as, standing now completely barefoot in the snow, she reaches behind her back and unfastens first the garter belt and then her brassiere; with a shrug of her shoulders both drop to the ground. Then she stands up straight and with her hands once more behind her head, she displays her full breasts, their large areolas, and their stiff, dark nipples. She stands in the cold morning with her legs apart, her bare feet deep in the winter snow, posing almost completely naked for us.

With your arms round me you pull me tighter against you, your cock trapped between us as you start to move your body against mine. Even though I am unquestionably a lesbian, the sweet depravity of my sweet Canz’ actions excites me too, but even as I feel my own cunt juices on my thighs I gently disentangle myself from you – you are her father it is her place to excite you, not mine – and so I place your hands flat on the glass in front if us.

“Please. Look, don’t touch.”

During this exchange, Canz has moved closer to other side of the window, and, lifting her breasts with snow-filled hands, holds them close to the glass so that we can see the huge goose bumps which her wonderful, wanton behaviour on this cold winter morning has created, really just for you, but which is exciting me too. Her icy hands play with her breasts, her stiff, cold fingers teasing her stiff, cold nipples. Her body shivers as you mouth “Thank you” through the glass and indicate your hugely swollen cock that her wanton behaviour has created for your pleasure.

With a smile she indicates to keep watching, which of course I do too, and stepping backwards, she hooks her thumbs into the sides of her tiny panties and quickly slides them down her legs, kicking it off with one foot. Now completely naked she falls face down into the snow and once again rolls slowly over and over, making sure that we are offered good views of her cunt and anus. She then crawls on hands and knees in circles in front of us, arching her back and spreading her legs to display her arse and cunt even more completely. She then spreads her arms wide and lowers her upper body so that she drags her swaying breasts, with their cold, erect nipples, through the soft, deep snow.

She is almost swimming as she makes her way to the middle of the lawn where a small ornamental pine tree is covered in snow. She reaches it, it’s only about twenty feet from where we stand, you with your hands flat on the glass and the tip of your erection smearing the glass, me with two fingers teasing my labia and a finger of my other hand tickling my anus. She rolls over on to her back and faces us with spread legs once again, allowing us a perfect view of her cunt and pubic hair as she sits up, rolling her hips forward to bring her most intimate and private parts once more into contact with the cold, wet snow.

Half under the tree, she stands and shakes the branches so that snow falls to land on her naked body, small drifts gathering on her head, shoulders and breasts. She then deliberately walks in a circle round the tree, much too close to it, walking naked through the snow-covered branches so that they scratch her and more and more snow covers her beautiful flesh.

She then changes direction, walking the other way so that both sides of her body are equally assaulted and equally covered in the cold, white snow. She then carefully turns to walk fully frontally straight into the tree, swaying from side to side to drag the hard little branches across her upper thighs, flat stomach and breasts. Walking back and forth in and out of the tree, waddling slightly with her legs apart, her inner thighs are soon covered with snow and ice, which she lets us see by turning around once again, this time to walk backwards into the branches. Her lovely back, arse and cunt are her targets this time as she deliberately squats and stands a few times, violating the most intimate parts of her body with the wicked little branches and more freezing snow and ice.

Moving very carefully now so as not to shake off the huge amounts of snow covering her marked and naked flesh, she walks slowly over to stand in the open shower area beside the pool. Normally only used in high summer, there are four fierce jets, one from above, two from opposite sides, and one straight up from the ground. Facing us, she straddles the upward jet to stand on the foot control, causing four jets of unheated, freezing water to blast the snow from her body; it simply disappears in a welter of freezing spray which plasters her already soaking hair to her head, neck and shoulders. The torrent between her widely splayed legs finds its target too, making sure that no single speck of snow or ice from the tree can possibly remain.

The torrent ceases. Dripping wet and shivering, she shakes her soaking hair from her eyes and turns her back to us, the freezing water dripping down her naked back, and she spreads her legs even further, and bending forward to present her most private parts to us, this time she literally stamps her bare foot on the control. This time the force of the jets almost knocks her off her feet but she bends even further forward to allow us an uninterrupted view as the freezing jets bounce off her soaking, gleaming flesh, the upward jet visibly forcing her cunt lips apart as the freezing water enters her like a lover. Again and again she stands on the control, writhing in a kind of frozen ecstasy as the freezing water buffets her naked body.    

The water stops, and bravely, defiant of the cold, she turns to face us, standing as she did at first, legs wide apart and hands behind her head, and allows her body at last to shiver uncontrollably, the soft flesh of her inner thighs trembling, her frozen breasts vibrating on her heaving rib cage, swinging together as she shudders from her shoulders to her abdomen, gasping deeply for breath in the cold morning air.

Her slim pale body glistens palely in the morning light as she tries to stand still, or at least as still as she can, waiting for your permission to come in to the warm.

But you would have her suffer further torment for your pleasure this morning and you make her stand still for many minutes as the water falls from her body, first in sheets, then gradually less and less, until there are only freezing drips from the underside of her breasts to drip down across her stomach where they turn to ice.

The early sun has faded to a cold grey morning and it starts to sleet gently, cold, wet snowflakes and raindrops landing on her skin to run slowly down her body, dripping from her nose and her nipples, and trickling down over her flat stomach to pool and then to freeze in her pubic hair before falling gently, like drops of pale piss from the soft lips at the top of her spread legs. The splashes between her feet chill even her ankles.

The top of the small pine tree, which has been like a lover to her, starts to wavw silently as a cold breeze blows across the garden. The cold wind reaches her, but still she stands still, defiant in her freezing nakedness of the cold winter morning. And still she waits for your permission to come into the warm.

It is time my sweet Canz was allowed to finish her self torture before hypothermia sets in; a real possibility for a soaking, naked girl standing out in the freezing sleet on a cold, grey, windy morning. I indicate your naked, erect cock and make a wanking movement with my hand.

You nod your understanding and agreement.

Very slowly I grasp your cock in my right hand and move your foreskin gently up and down against the shaft. With my other hand I motion Canz to come closer. Still slowly I very gently masturbate you as she approaches.

You are loving but cruel. You hold up your left hand to stop her. In her haste to reach the warmth she is approaching too quickly for your desires and you motion her back to the shower area. I can see you briefly toy with the idea of making her take another freezing shower, but the cold wind and the now quite heavy sleet are doing that job for you. She is still soaking wet and cold, her perfect, freezing body naked and glistening with a thin patina of ice as it shivers towards us in the cold morning light.

Now almost unable to walk, she is shivering so much, she forces herself to stroll sexily back across the lawn, swinging her hips and landing heavily on her heels, the corny, girly way to make her breasts sway from side to side; walking naked in bare feet through the snow, back towards the warmth of the lounge, back towards where we stand watching her torture through the glass, all three of us naked as she is, but only you and I comfortably warm.

I take my hand away from your cock and allow you to slowly masturbate yourself towards your delicious climax.

Her eyes full of pleading, tears trickling down her freezing cheeks, she stands with her legs apart right outside the ceiling to floor window, completely exposed to the wind and freezing sleet, naked and shivering uncontrollably. As the early morning sleet hits the window you leisurely move your right hand up and down the shaft of your cock, deliberately avoiding the sensitive glans area so as to unforgivingly prolong your selfish pleasure and appreciation of her delightful, freezing agony.

It is hard to believe you when you say you love her at times like this, but at times like this, I can see that you don’t care. Your lust for your beautiful and depraved daughter has taken over and you can think only of one thing, how her torture excites your cock! You motion Canz to kneel in the snow right outside the window and to press her body against the cold glass. She kneels down so that she is sitting on her feet and the tip of your cock is level with her throat; you decide that she’s kneeling up too high. You motion her to spread her legs further and to move her feet apart so that she sits with buttocks spread as low as possible while keeping her breasts in contact with the glass. This undignified and humiliating position stretches her anus so that it is exposed to the cold wind, and both it and her cunt lips press directly down with the full weight of her body on to the cold, freezing snow, which turns to ice beneath naked flesh.

Through the glass we hear the delightful, sweet little scream as these most private areas come into this intimate contact with the cold surfaces and her teeth start to chatter. This is at last enough to take you close to the edge and I decide that it’s time to take pity on your daughter too. I reach behind you and slip a finger between the cheeks of your arse and gently stroke your anus. Then I slip that finger inside you gently stroke your perineum with another.

With one of my fingers deep in your anus I almost hear your heart suddenly pound, and your breathing turns to deep gasps. I somehow manage to take your hand away from your cock, and with my own legs spread for support, I press your naked body against the glass, with your stiff cock hard against the warm inside of the lounge window, trapping it between your stomach and the glass only millimetres from the freezing girl’s face. Your buttocks clench on my wrist as you rub your cock up and down, the pressure of my body behind you keeping your foreskin held tight between your stomach and the glass in front of your daughter’s face as with a shuddering paroxysm of pure selfish pleasure your semen suddenly pours again and again from your body, spraying from the very tip of your cock, smearing it, the glass and your abdomen right in front of your weeping daughter’s eyes in a hot, sticky deluge of selfish, filthy, sexual delight.

For minutes you and I simply stand there, knowing what we have just achieved and drinking in the depraved vision of her soaking wet, freezing naked body half kneeling, half squatting in the cold morning snow as we stand huddled together, naked and warm, with the smell of your semen filling our nostrils. We are both frozen in time as the last shudders of your body expel themselves against the glass, smearing the last of your hot spunk in the hairs of your stomach. It trickles down your still erect cock to matt in the hairs around your balls and between your legs.

At last you’re done; exhausted, satisfied – for now.

You motion your daughter to lie down again and then to once again roll slowly through the snow and falling sleet towards the door. Then you change your mind and allow her to stand up and to walk normally to collect her clothes from where they lie, half covered in snow. Her dress and shoes are easily found, but she has to get down on to her hands and knees to find her stockings and the tiny scraps of her lingerie, and we both find her tears exciting to watch as she crawls through the snow.

Completely unbidden by you, she then stays out in the snow and slowly puts her soaking clothes back on, tugging the cold stockings back up her shivering legs, struggling with frozen fingers to re-fasten her garter belt and brassiere, crying out as she pulls the ice-frozen thong to nestle tightly between her buttocks and against her cunt. Straightening out the dripping wet dress and getting it back over her head proves the most difficult of all, but eventually, tousle headed as the wet material clings to her and weeping with the pain of the cold and the effort and the indignity of it all, she drags it down over her lovely flat stomach, steps into her sandals, and turns slowly to allow us once more the sight of her dark wet underwear through her soaking pale summer dress. By mutual unspoken consent she doesn’t bother with her coat.

She enters the house on hands and knees, unaware of the warmth as she is still dressed in her freezing, wet clothes, and crawls towards you, snowflakes on her shivering body and, kneeling up on widely spread legs with her dress pulled up to show us that her freezing cold ice covered panties are pressed hard against her cunt, she slowly and carefully licks all the semen from your body, taking care to suck the hair on your abdomen and balls clean, pulling your foreskin gently back to run her tongue over the slit at the tip of your cock and round and round the base of the glans, cleaning you completely of all signs of your violent ejaculation.

She then turns to the glass and very carefully licks all the now cold semen from it, gathering it on her tongue but keeping her mouth open and her tongue out, now not swallowing the cold, disgusting syrup until she has cleaned the window completely. She then sits back on her heels and with her eyes begs your permission to swallow your cold spunk.

She’s your eighteen-year-old daughter. She loves you. How can you refuse her anything? You smile and nod.

Through her chattering teeth she manages a lop-sided grin and swallows it all, and says,

“Happy birthday, Daddy!”

Your birthday is only twenty minutes old and this has been Canz’ “cold” present to you. Now it is time for her “wet” present, which is less a punishment, more a degrading exhibition, for your pleasure. Then she will give you her “sore” present. You will cum with each one.

A note from Canz.

As Marie has accurately stated, that was my “cold” gift to my Daddy, which he enjoyed very much. He found the sight of me shivering, freezing, naked and humiliated in the snow very exciting, and so, it turns out, did my Marie.

Dear reader, I do these things for my friends and my lovers, but also for you. I hope you find these memoirs exciting too.

Please write to me to tell me that you do.

Kiss

Canz.

Three Loving Punishments: No. 2 - Wet

(Written for Canz by Marie D’ Estaing)

Author’s note: During our regular Xmas visits to her father’s home, which is just outside the village in France where I grew up, Canz always gives her father a special treat on his birthday, which falls on the 28th December. Although it’s always a gift from Canz to her father, my assistance is often needed, and I am happy to give it. She is my beautiful lover, and he is a generous, attractive, intelligent man, so it is no hardship for me to “help out”.

Canz normally keeps the diary of these events, but as with the first of these loving punishments, she asked me to write a description as a keepsake for her father. As English is not my native language she will check this over when I’ve finished.

To continue on from “Cold”…

“Wet”

Our first task of course is to warm my Canz’ violently shivering body, so you pick her up, and although you are sexually totally spent for the moment I can’t help but notice that you seem to enjoy feeling the cold of her freezing wet clothes and body against your own naked body as you carry her through into the hot shower. What is it about the feel of a chilled naked girl that excites us both so much? I kick off my shoes, all I’m wearing, and naked under the hot water we quickly strip her of her dress.

Her teeth are still chattering and she is in just her shoes, stockings and underwear when I wrap my arms around her and hold her close to me, supporting her – she is almost fainting – and letting the warmth of my own body warm her pale, frozen skin. The cold of her firm, young flesh pressing against my abdomen and breasts is quite exquisite, and in my selfish delight I close my eyes for a moment. When I open them again I see your cock begin to stiffen again as you wrap your arms round Canz from behind, your hands on her breasts, and press yourself between her buttocks.

Now that you are supporting her, I kneel down in the warming cascade, unfasten her stockings and roll them down her legs. As if in a dream she carefully lifts one foot, then the other, to allow me to take off her shoes, and the stockings go with them. You remove her brassiere and her garter belt and bits of frozen snow cascade from them, a momentary coldness on my own breasts and thighs as the frozen shards fall on me as I massage the life back into her frozen body.

Our poor, sweet, frozen Canz; we spread her legs to allow the hot water access to every part of her.

Pressing your stomach against her back and forcing your still soft cock between her buttocks, you squeeze her breasts hard, playing with her dark nipples and areolas with your fingers. The hot water gushes over her, dripping from breasts as you squeeze them and twist them. She moans, and when you feel her nipples stiffen and grow you stop squeezing her and instead slap her breasts, hard, stinging slaps. Our sweet Canz moans again, deep in her throat.

Standing behind her in the cascading shower of hot water, with one arm under her breasts supporting her as she leans against your body, you reach down across her abdomen. Her straight legs are still spread far apart and you reach down further, placing your hand flat on her pubic mound so that your fingers curve round between her legs to rest against this most private place. Her cunt is still freezing to your touch so, mindful of her precious virginity, you carefully massage her just inside her labia, to warm her, before turning her around again and kneeling in front of her.

Her beautiful arse is now right in front of me; kneeling behind her, my hands ease her buttocks apart and, the hot water pouring off her back and plastering my hair to my face, I lean forward and warm her frozen anus, gently tickling the sweet pucker of her sphincter with the tip of my tongue before thrusting it into her. My own clitoris stirs as I kneel there, probing Canz’ most fragrant, dark orifice with my tongue. Still kneeling behind her, I feel your hands on the back of my head and you gently pull my face deeper into the sweet, dark valley between her buttocks and my lips come into contact with her body. I press them against her anus, in fact I kiss my Canz’ sweet arse, long and deep, my head a little on its side, savouring the feel and smell and taste of her anus the way kissing lovers enjoy each other’s mouths and lips.

I open my mouth and massage her anus with my tongue, gently flicking it over her sphincter, licking a little way up the cleft between her buttocks, and then licking my way down again, over her tight little bud, down between her legs to her sensitive perineum. You are also moving your tongue in the same way over her cunt, and there is an electric moment when our tongues touch, yours and mine, the father’s and the lesbian lover’s, both licking and kissing their naked girl between her legs.

It is a sweet moment and I can’t help myself; I reach forward between Canz’ legs and touch your swelling cock.

“I now know why Canz loves you so much. You are a good and sweet and cruel man. She is a wonderful daughter. She is perfect.’

And with the rich taste of your daughter’s arse still on my lips I lean round her spread thighs and I kiss you, not a deep, sexy kiss the way I’ve just been kissing Canz’ anus – you’re just a man, after all – but a delicate little sisterly peck on the lips. You blush!

Then I say:

“But perfect as she is, she needs a stiff whisky, and a hot drink. You stay with her and warm her up some more. I’ll put the kettle on.”

Satisfied that she you are continuing to warm her up properly – you stand up and wrap your arms round her, enveloping her with your warm naked body and I notice that your cock has become quite large again - I ignore the obvious fact that I am still a dripping wet, naked woman and leave you briefly in order to get her a whisky and a big pot of hot tea.

When I return, her teeth have stopped chattering and her skin has lost a most of its cold, grey pallor. Able to stand unsupported now, she leans naked out of the shower to grab the scotch I offer, downs it in one and immediately asks for another. I glance at you and you nod in agreement; after the stunning sexual display she has given you – us - in the first twenty minutes of your birthday, with the promise of more to come, how can we refuse her anything? I give her an even bigger drink, and then pour her a huge mug of hot tea.

Although her skin is beginning to return to its customary lovely tone and color, she is still frozen through, and leans out of the shower once again to grab the tea, greedily drinking the too hot drink, gulping it down, and with a smile asking for another, which she also gulps down, and then a third, which she drinks more normally. Her circulation is returning to normal and her smooth skin is returning to its normal healthy pink as her blood flows normally once again.

With a big, happy smile she steps, naked, pink and dripping wet out of the shower and with an even bigger smile asks for yet more tea.

She says: “You two should have some too.”

Ignoring the water still dripping from my body I once again go to make a huge pot of tea, and when I return she is carefully drying herself, admiring her own slim body in the full-length mirrors that surround us. With a rather arch smile she starts to dry her legs, parting them to pat them with the towel but also to let us see how perfect they are, long and slim, as if either of us could forget! She drops the towel to run her hands up her legs to play with her pubic hair before turning to display her buttocks. She bends forward and stretches behind her to part her cheeks to show us the cleft of her arse.

“Am I dry, Daddy?” she asks in mock little girl voice. She is obviously recovering!

You can’t resist the sight of your lovely daughter showing us her naked arsehole and you quickly kneel behind her and spread her buttocks even further with your hands and plunge your face deep into her anal cleft. I’ve just been there and I can still smell the lovely musky odour from her arse as it fills your nose, and the dark taste of her as you first tickle, and then lick her puckered anus with your tongue. Like me, you turn your head slightly sideways to kiss the sphincter of her arse as though as though it was her mouth. She moans softly and spreads her legs further and, any pretence of lady-like dignity long forgotten, bends her knees and wantonly thrusts her self towards you, pushing her most private parts, her arse and her cunt, firmly onto your sucking, licking mouth.

I am still wet as the water from the shower cools on me, I am wet inside too. Watching a father lick and kiss his daughter’s anus is a wonderfully depraved and exciting thing. I stand and watch you, and play with my own nipples and reach behind myself to slip a finger down between my own buttocks and gently finger my own anus. I can smell my own sex and feel my excited fluids gather on my labia.

You stop for breath, deeply inhaling her musky scent, then allow yourself to slide backwards onto the tiled floor, pulling her on top of you so that she sits with the full weight of her body pressing her cunt and anus on to your mouth. I watch, in heaven, as she rocks her pelvis slightly to smear her cunt juices on your face and then she suddenly gasps, and I suspect that your tongue has just penetrated her back passage. You lie there with your daughter’s arse pressing down on your face. Your cock is quite stiff once again.

“Daddy, I love this, but I’m still cold. I think I’m dry from the shower now.”

Concerned at the thought that our baby might be cold, which is quite absurd when you consider the naked show she has just put on for us in the snow outside, I immediately help her off your face and you get to your feet, your cock swaying heavily from side to side. Canz reaches down between your legs, and with a circular motion with one finger gathers up the long rope of fluid which is now swinging from the tip of your cock and smears it on her upper lip before sucking her finger clean.

She says: “I want to breathe the scent of your excitement all day, Daddy.”

I take three thick dressing gowns from the warm towel rail which stands in the middle of the room and quickly wrap one round her lovely body, throw the other over to you and quickly wrap the third one round myself before you take her hand. On bare feet we all three pad through to where the hot tea waits us all.

In just our dressing gowns we sit facing each other, perched on the high wooden stools and greedily sip our drinks, drinking mug after mug of tea. After about half an hour, Canz’ color has completely returned to normal and it is obvious she is quite warmed up again. At eighteen years of age it doesn’t take her long to recover from most things!

I make another pot and when I return from the stove with it she is still wearing her dressing gown but has adjusted it; it’s held together loosely by the belt and you have an uninterrupted view of her deliciously full young breasts, and her crossed legs and thighs hang tantalisingly close right in front of us both.

I loosen my own dressing gown and sit opposite her, awaiting events.

She suddenly sits up very straight and takes a deep breath, which causes her breasts to spring completely free from her dressing gown.

“Daddy, you’ve had “cold” – we could hear the quotation marks – “but now I’m quite warmed up and I’ll soon be ready to give you “wet”. We’ve been drinking tea non-stop for almost and hour and I’ll need to pee soon, but it’ll only be good if you’re stiffer than that, so you’ll have to tell me if my tits have warmed up yet.”

And she leans forward, offering them to you.

“Have my nipples recovered? The snow was icy cold on them.”

I am suddenly dry mouthed as you reach forward and cup your daughter’s beautiful breasts, one in each hand, lifting them and separating them briefly before squeezing them together and pressing her nipples with your thumbs.

“They seem okay to me, heavy and firm to my touch,” you croak, and take your hands away.

“Please Daddy, keep holding them. I love the strength of your hands under them. Squeeze them for me.”

And so we sit, the silence broken only by Canz’ eager, shallow breaths, perched on our stools, she leaning forward to give you her breasts, you stretching out with both hands to squeeze them and run your fingers over them and around them, squeezing her nipples, teasing them with your fingers. You savour their weight and then suddenly squeeze hard on her nipples so she gives a little squeal of pain.

Her eyes close and she moans deep in her throat, very quietly:

“Oh yes, that’s good. Do that again.”

Your cock is hard as you continue to tease and tantalize her breasts.

Then you suddenly you squeeze them hard, very hard this time, and this time you keep the pressure on her nipples for some seconds. Her face is flushed as she writhes briefly in delight and whispers;

“Do that harder, and this time don’t stop – don’t let go,” and with you fiercely grasping her stiff nipples she carefully leans across and picks up her full mug of tea, and, taking her time, drains it in one gulp. She deliberately forces herself to breathe slowly and deeply, pressing her breasts hard against your hands, forcing them against your knuckles, and then leans backwards, tugging them away so that you have to squeeze them like a vice to keep hold. She puts her mug back on the counter, reaches over for my mug and slowly and sensuously drains it in the same way. With a smile she puts that mug down and says.

“I’m becoming quite full, I think, but I’ve had enough tea, is there any mineral water, the fizzy kind?

I go and get her a very large bottle of lightly chilled water. When I return she has discarded her dressing gown with a shrug of her shoulders and is sitting completely naked, cross-legged on the stool. Her back is very straight and her abused breasts thrust out towards you from her ribcage. Being the only naked one of the three of us makes her seem to be especially wanton, a beautiful, sexual object. She is pushing her belly forward and is breathing deeply to help her cope with the mounting pressure in her bladder so that her breasts sway gently on her body. I am frankly mesmerised by her young, wanton beauty. I look at you and see nothing but lust in your eyes. I have to remind myself that this is your daughter.

“Come and feel how flat and hard my tummy is, Daddy. It feels so tight.”

You place you hand flat on her body, sliding it low on her abdomen. Even from a distance it is clear that her stomach is somewhat distended, her bladder full of liquid.

“Listen as I drink this for you, Daddy.”

You lean forward and press one ear to her stomach as she unscrews the cap from the bottle and throws it into the bin, and despite having drunk more mugs of tea than either of us can count, she tenses her body, holds the bottle to her lips, and upends it to pour yet more liquid into her already tight, distended stomach. Your erection stiffens further and with your ear pressed to her body you listen as the water gurgles down inside her. She stops to breathe heavily, her shoulders heaving, pushing her belly further forward to press it against the side of your face.

She is torturing herself for you, literally filling her body with liquid for you!

You then move your head down so that you are looking straight down between her thighs with your ear pressed to her bladder, and she spreads her legs so that they hang on either side of the stool. As I watch enviously, you breathe in the heady aroma of her sex. Her full weight is now pressing down on her private parts and she rocks her pelvis forward to bring even more pressure to bear on her cunt. She presses her lower abdomen firmly against your ear and once again chugs a huge amount of the water into her stomach.

She chuckles as the aeration in the water makes her burp slightly, then I sense her whole body suddenly tense and a small groan comes from her throat as, right in front of your eyes, a tiny amount of her urine escapes from between her legs to be immediately soaked up, like blotting paper, by her pubic hair. The intensity of the combined scents of her human female sexual arousal and of her fragrant human female urine coming from between her legs suddenly fills the room, overpowering you so you reach between your legs to grasp your cock.

I drop my own dressing gown to the floor behind me and move to stand beside you, naked with my feet apart. Gently removing your hand from your cock, I place your fingers between my own legs. I thrust my body against your hand and in the silence of your kitchen I say:

“She still has a long way to go for you. It’s better that you save yourself for her. Play with me instead.”

You nod in agreement and then turn your face to kiss her suddenly piss-soaked pubic hair and lick her pubic mound clean.

“Drink some more.” I say to her. “Can you do that again for your father?”

“I’ll try, but it’s getting dangerous.”

“Please darling, please; for your father and for me.”

Once more her body stiffens as she raises the bottle to her lips, taking a deep breath before squeezing the plastic to greedily force the chilled liquid into her stomach, which must be almost bursting by now. I hear her stop, gasp for breath, and once again force the water into her body. She burps once again, but this time she is too much in control. Nothing escapes from between her legs, even when she twists to throw the empty one litre plastic bottle into the bin.

“Get me a beer, Marie, one of Daddy’s big warm English ones.”

We can refuse her nothing. You nod your agreement, squeeze my cunt once, and naked, I go to do her bidding. When I return with a huge glass of beer – I could only find tins of almost a pint - which I thrust into her waiting hand, I watch with growing excitement as you eagerly kneel beside her and once again place your face at her pubic mound. The pressure inside her body is obviously rapidly becoming intolerable for her. Time is running out so she immediately straightens her back, looks up to the ceiling, and with a smile literally tips the beer into her mouth. She chokes slightly and coughs, clearing her throat.

This time the gurglings from inside her are much more prolonged and she giggles again and gives out a very long, sonorous burp.

And success! Her body stiffens like a board and, still coughing and with breasts swaying freely, she rocks back and forth on her stool as she fights for control, and this time a good cupful of her fluid escapes, flowing from her body to soak her completely between the legs, pooling around at the top of her thighs where they rest on the wood of the stool, and some of it even finding its way back between her buttocks to wet her anus. Her pubic hair is soaked once again and she sits, quite motionless, the silence broken only by the sound of her rapid breathing as we all once again drink in the animal scents of her fluids.

“I can’t do that again Daddy. Marie, please help me down.”

I help her stand up and I move the stool out from under her; she can barely stand, the pressure inside her is suddenly so great. I hold my breath, expecting the worst, a humiliating deluge all down her legs and over the kitchen floor, but she is in control. I prepare to help her to the bathroom, but you decide to test her control further, and to prolong her discomfort you kneel down in front of her and lick her deeply between her legs, kissing her cunt and cleaning all her fragrant liquids from her body.

Cruelly, you then make her turn round - moving her legs is painful for her - and kneeling behind her and holding her with one hand firmly on her rock hard bladder you lick her dripping arse clean too. You take your time, licking her all over her buttocks as well as making sure that you get your tongue right onto her anus. She is in no position to help; she daren’t move – not even bending forward or spreading her legs just a little more - in case she loses control and voids her bursting cargo all over your kitchen floor.

I tap you on your shoulder and shake my head. You nod your agreement, and with one last slow, leisurely lick of her now spotless anal sphincter you stand up.

Your cock is like rock. I realise that deep down you are an unashamedly cruel man. My cunt is suddenly wet with my excitement.

Together we take her hands and we are about to very slowly help her walk to the shower room when we both see that there is still a small pool of her piss on top of the stool where she was sitting, and without thinking we both lean forward to lick it clean. Our tongues touch and our eyes meet, both pairs of eyes alight with our lust for the beautiful, wanton virgin we both love, the sweet eighteen-year-old  girl with the broad hips and big tits who is both your daughter and my bed-mate and my lover.

I tell you to kiss her:

“This is your birthday, she’s your present. Hold her tight in your arms.”

And you do. You go over to where she stands, slip your dressing gown off, wrap your arms round her, and kiss her long and hard on her mouth. With a rye smile I watch you squeeze her tight; the pressure on Canz’ bladder when you pull her stomach against your cock makes it difficult for her to breathe, let alone return your ardour properly!

With your tongues intertwined and her fresh salt fluid on your lips, you and your daughter stand naked together, you kissing her over and over, your arms around each other, your erection pressing hard into her distended abdomen and you stop for breath and then like a love-struck adolescent, you kiss her again and again.

She pulls back from you and breathes deeply.

“Please Daddy. I can’t hold on much longer.”

And as she says this a tiny rivulet of her rich, dark urine escapes from her cunt and trickles down the inside of her left thigh, all the way down her leg to her ankle. The sweet, dirty smell fills the kitchen.

You speak for the first time that morning:

“You’re my brave and beautiful girl. I love you, Princess.”

So, all three of us naked and taking it very slowly, you and I each take her by the hand, and lead her to the shower room, you with your erection bobbing in front of us, your daughter breathing very slowly and heavily, wincing with each very small, careful step. In fact she’s not walking, she’s waddling, rocking from side to side with bent knees and her bare feet turned out in an attempt to reduce the movement of her stomach and thigh muscles. Even so the pressure and sheer weight of the liquid pressing on her stomach makes her cry out with each shuffling step.

In a vain attempt to make more room inside her body for her bursting bladder she has rocked her pelvis forward, like we French girls do to make our buttocks look bigger and sexier – that way they sway more when we walk. But Canz is not looking elegant and sexy as she waddles along.  Even with her straight back she is pushing her already distended abdomen out in front of her, and the smooth swell of the front of her normally slim body makes her look as though she is in the early stages of pregnancy! She stumbles, and when I place my palm on her stomach to steady her, I can actually feel and hear the liquid sloshing around inside her. The entire front of her body, from her pubic mound to where her loosely swaying breasts, feels taut and hard and very sexy in depraved and dirty way.

We move her slowly because any incautious movement by her will make her lose control. The pressure inside her is obviously building up with every step – her legs are now so bent that she’s almost squatting with her thighs parallel to the floor as she slides her feet forward one at a time on the floor. Her legs are stretched wide and the taught skin of her inner thighs make the lips of her cunt gape wide with every step.

We arrive at the shower room. To my surprise she pulls us to the warm towel rail in the middle of the room, the one our dressing gowns were on, but now it is a bare, shiny chromium ladder. We hold her firmly as she puts first one foot on the lowest rail, then the other, then, then, with us supporting her upper body, she carefully climbs up the three lower rails. With every movement she emits a tiny squeak of dismay as a tiny drop leaks from her.

She reaches the top and we climb halfway up to support her and help her place first one leg, then the other over the top rail and for a moment she sits there, breathing in shallow gasps and holding on to the top rail with both hands and with the backs of her knees resting over it. She sits for a moment longer, her head close to the ceiling.

My heart thuds excitement and your hand strays towards your cock. I place my hand over it and with the soft pressure of both our hands it hardens even more. Is it excited by my touch or do you begin to realise what her plan is? We are both motionless.

“I’m sorry Daddy, I’ll need help.”

This wakes us from our trance and we move to support her shoulders, helping her to lower herself slowly down so that she is hanging backwards like a trapeze artist from the top rail. She grunts as her body stretches upside down towards the tiled floor. The top of her head is only a couple of inches from the floor and her brown hair spreads over the tiles.

She grabs one of the lower rails and her muscles tighten. Her face shows her concentration as she tries to move her legs apart but she can’t. The angle is too difficult and she is now finding it really very difficult to control her bladder.

She lets her arms drop to the floor and looks up at us from between her breasts, which are hanging down almost to her chin.

“Spread my legs for me, Daddy.”

Being careful not to stand on her hair, I stand with spread legs on either side of her head and support her under her shoulders while you walk round to the other side of the towel rail and carefully pick up first one leg, then the other, and spread her knees as far apart as they will comfortably go. Her thighs and her body make a perfect Y shape! Her heavy breathing turns to shallow gasps as the more her legs are spread the greater the pressure on the huge quantity she is struggling to contain.

“Spread them a little further, Daddy.”

You spread your sweet, dirty, darling daughter’s legs even wider apart and I lift her higher so that she is supported by the back of her thighs stretching at an angle from her buttocks to her knees on the top rail. She is now almost in the shape of a letter T! Her face is now level with my thighs and she lifts her head to thank me by kissing my labia. I glance down at her. Her face is becoming very red and she is now breathing very quickly, in very rapid shallow gasps.

You stand beside me and we look at her.

Your wonderful, sexy, wanton daughter is hanging naked and upside-down from the shoulder height towel rail. She is facing us with her legs as wide apart as it is possible for them go. Where her legs meet her dark cunt gapes slightly, the lips glistening with her piss and her arousal. Her hands snake up her sides and she pulls her pussy lips apart before gently letting her arms drop and notwithstanding the pressure in her over-filled stomach and bladder she lets herself relax gracefully, the back of her wrists lying easily on the floor.

Stretched upside down, her beautiful eighteen-year-old body has never looked so slim and graceful.

In a tiny voice, obviously struggling to control her body, Canz says:

“I think I’m ready, Daddy, but please will you do three things to me.”

You try to say yes, but nothing more than a dry-mouthed croak escapes your lips. You can only nod your head in agreement, so I say:

“He says yes. He says “yes” darling.”

Canz whispers:

Daddy. Press yourself against me and smell me deeply once more, and kiss me between the legs again. I love it when you do that.”

So I move out of the way and you stand pressed against her upside down body, and with her face between your thighs you lean forward to kiss her for a long, long time on her cunt. As you do so, one of her hands snakes up your legs and slips between your arse cheeks to gently stroke your anus while her other hand gently cups your balls. I am lost in the incestuous depravity of her actions when I hear her say in a very small voice.

“Daddy, I’m waiting for you to put your cock in my mouth but I can’t hold on much longer,” and before my excited eyes she opens her mouth wide and you reach down to slip your cock between her lips.

A final whisper from Canz:

“Daddy, punch me in the stomach, as hard you can.”

All thoughts of parental responsibility for your daughter’s wellbeing have long since gone. Animal lust has taken control of both of us; if you don’t punch her bladder, I will! However, you simple lean back slightly and, taking aim, drive your right fist hard and deep into her sweet, soft abdomen.

This amazing girl only just has time to gasp as you start to fuck her mouth and the sweet smell of her pale urine fills the room and her dark pubic hair is soaked as she relaxes completely and the contents of her tortured bladder suddenly gush down her body from between her wide spread legs. Briefly there is a small fountain between her thighs, which splashes down on to her, soaking her anus before coursing down her slim down back.

Then, amazingly, she gains control of her body and the gushing flow steadies to a still very full constant deluge down the front of her body. Her now soft, relaxed stomach glistens as her pale golden waters flow over her, down over her once again smooth, flat abdomen, around and over her breasts, throat and shoulders.

The flow reaches her face and she stretches her arms gracefully and grabs your buttocks, pulling you deeper into her open mouth. With eyes tight shut she gasps in mouthfuls of air and coughs, but she still holds your cock deep inside herself.

Your daughter, your sweet, eighteen year old baby is sucking your cock and pissing all over herself for your pleasure.

And before our still disbelieving eyes, her hot, sweet piss still flows from between her wide spread thighs, down over her stomach and dripping from her breasts and nipples to soak her face and hair. We are transfixed by the simple animal depravity of the lewd spectacle of your naked daughter’s lovely, dirty birthday gift; her second gift to you today.

I watch her thigh muscles tighten as she forces another drop or two out, but for the moment that’s it.

I stare at her soaking pubic mound for a moment and then you kiss it and suck it, actually smacking your lips as you savour every drop of her sweet fluids. I look down between your glistening bodies and gaze lovingly at my sweet Canz as she hangs there with your still erect cock in her mouth.

With an effort you croak: “Darling baby girl, how can I thank you? There’s no way I can thank you properly for this wonderfully depraved gift.”

With a sly smile she slips your cock out of her mouth and looks back up at you.

“Actually, I think there is Daddy. Piss on me. Please.”

And suddenly your erection has faded a little and you desperately need to piss too. Not as much as your Baby girl did because you’ve only drunk about a quarter of what she has, but she is only just in time when she takes your cock in both hands and directs your darker flow up over her stomach and breasts, playing with the flowing tip of your cock with her fingers so that you are both further soaked, before pointing it down to spray her face and hair, and finally taking your still pissing cock back into her mouth and sucking and sucking until you are dry.

Once again she lets your cock slip from her mouth:

“Now Daddy, that’s what I call depraved!”

And it is. She releases your cock from her mouth and the thought of what you have both just done makes it spring immediately back into a stiff, hard erection as she continues to lick the piss, hers and yours, from your balls, sucking the hairs around them dry and nuzzling them gently.

She smiled up at us both: “My legs are going to sleep. Help me down, Daddy. And careful, I’m slippery when wet.”

You are both completely dripping wet and I have to hold her naked body very tightly as you stand up, then supporting her under her thighs we lift her carefully off the towel rail and lower her gently down on to her back. As her feet touch the floor she pushes her arms straight below her and raises herself crabwise from the floor. Her hair flops back down onto the soaking wet floor as she lifts her spread thighs and her breasts are spread wide apart. Your combined piss drips from her body.

“How’s my tummy? You did punch me very hard.”

“I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

“Silly Daddy, of course you did. I wanted you to. I wouldn’t have asked you to otherwise.”

So as she continues to offer you her body in the surprisingly elegant crabwise pose, you kneel down, bending over your daughter and kissed the growing red bruise that has spread across her abdomen. Then you lick your combined fluids out of her navel and gently kiss and lick her bruise clean so it’s completely dry.

Her rest of body is beginning to dry when she said,

“My arms are hurting. I’d better sit down.”

And she draws her legs up and sits down with them wide apart, right in the centre of the deep, aromatic pool on the tiled floor. As she sits up straight her soaking hair is suddenly plastered over her face and mouth and she greedily sucks it as dry as she can while the rest of the liquid trickles down over her body again. She lifts her breasts up to you before squeezing her nipples hard between finger and thumb. They are shiny and wet and suddenly slip out of her grasp.

“What did I tell you? Slippery when wet! But aren’t I a good girl, I give you two shows?”

You kiss her full on the mouth, deliberately not clearing her hair out of the way so that you both kiss and suck hard, swallowing with relish. I watch enviously, but do not join in; this is her present for you, I’m merely here to help. When you come up for breath you both reach round to the back of her head and gather as much as of her wet hair as possible over her mouth before kissing again and again.

You break the spell.

“I need another piss.”

“Oh goody, so do I Daddy. I’ll go first. Swap places with me and turn to face the towel rail.”

So she stands up, her legs streaming, and you sit down facing the towel rail. She stands facing you and carefully reaches behind to grasp the top rail. She then steps up onto the lowest one and spreads her legs and leans forward with her arms straight behind her. She bends her knees, which changes the angle of her body so that her cunt is pointed straight at your face. You need no encouragement to gaze up at her smiling face before shutting your eyes and opening your mouth.

Straight from her cunt, the jet hits you full in the face, and you move your mouth fractionally, obviously delighting in the taste and smell. You sit there, drinking in as much as you can, revelling in the feeling of being deliberately pissed on by your own daughter. All to soon it comes to an end and you sit there in your pool of combined piss licking your lips and gently squeezing your cock and balls.

“Hey Daddy, that’s my job.”

You open my eyes to see your daughter waving an admonishing finger in your face in mock severity. Almost guiltily you hastily let go of yourself.

“Would you like to piss on me again?”

You nod agreement.

“Let me sit down then. Marie will help. Wait!”

And she quickly kneels behind you as I help you stand up and I slip my fingers round your cock, turning you round. She takes up a comfortable sitting position in the basin, legs wide apart, and lifts her breasts to you. I take your semi-erect cock in both hands and wank it a couple of times before pointing it straight at the offered breasts.

She smile up at you: “Don’t waste it Daddy.”

For a few moments you pee all over her big, soft breasts, then point your cock at your daughter’s face so that you piss directly into her mouth and she reaches up to pull you towards her. You are still pissing when she once again pulls your cock into her mouth and clamps tightly down on it, sucking and swallowing, sucking and swallowing for what seems like minutes until, sadly for us all, your flow comes to an end.

She is gasping for breath as she smiles wickedly and says,

“Let’s see what else can come out of this big thing.”

And she reaches up both hands to tease and stroke your anus as she slides her mouth faster and faster up and down your suddenly very erect cock. She pulls your body hard against her face with both hands and suddenly forces a finger of her left hand into your arse, then another. Her mouth is still clamped wickedly on your cock as her head bobs up and down. She is sucking you deep into her mouth, deep into her throat when I see the two fingers of her left hand pull your anus open and with a twisting motion of her wrist she suddenly forces her other fist deep into your back passage and I watch you push forward, pressing your hips hard against her forehead as you thrust your cock to back of your daughter’s throat. With a shout your whole body bucks as your semen forces its way up the shaft of your cock to burst from you deep inside her mouth.

She coughs and gags as it sprays the back of her throat and deep inside your arse she clenches her fist involuntarily. You both shout aloud in ecstasy and you thrust forward hard, deep into her, your hands behind her head and your stomach pressing hard against her face as the tip of your thick cock pushes deep into her throat, ejaculating down into her stomach where two hours before she started this whole thing for you by drinking some tea in the nude.

What a girl! Your daughter! My Canz!

Your birthday is now a couple of hours old and this has been Canz’ “wet” present to you.

She needs a break, then after lunch it will be time for her “sore” present, which will involve me in subjecting my her to what will be both a painful punishment and a degrading exhibition. I am looking forward to it, but it will, of course, be for your pleasure.

I know that you will cum once again.

A note from Canz.

As Marie has accurately stated, that was my “wet” gift to my Daddy, which he enjoyed very much. He was very excited by the sight of me naked and humiliated, sitting there covered in our combined piss.

I love the taste of his piss and of his semen.

Dear reader, I do these things to excite my friends and my lovers, but also for you. I hope you find pleasure reading these memoirs.

Please write to me to tell me what you do to ensure that you enjoy them. I love reading dirty stories as well as writing them!

Kiss!

Canz.

   

   

 

Three Loving Punishments: No. 3 - Sore

This is the third punishment that I endured as a birthday gift for my father the first time I went back home to spend the Christmas vacation with him in his home in France after I had moved to Seattle to study engineering. I had only just turned eighteen, and it was soon after I’d met my lifetime lesbian lover and Mistress, Marie D’ Estaing, who was one of my lecturers, and she had accompanied me home to spend Christmas with us.

At my request she has documented the events of the first two punishments, “Cold”, and “Wet, a decision of mine which I justify because she was essentially merely an observer, her only involvement being to help prevent my father ejaculating too soon. But as this third punishment, “Sore”, was the very first time Marie and my father worked together to torment, hurt, and humiliate me, it holds a very special place in all our memories, therefore I thought it more fitting that I compose this memoir myself. It is important to me that you should really know, understand, and feel how I felt as I was lovingly tortured by the two people in the world whom I love.

So, ladies and gentlemen, loosen your clothing and make yourselves “comfortable”. I pick up events just at the end of the second memoir, “Wet”.

No. 3 - “Sore”

Thrusting my piss-dripping face hard against my Daddy’s abdomen, I greedily slurp and suck at his cock, savouring the taste and feel of the last of his semen as it slides down my throat like a raw oyster. I wank him with my lips, and carefully clench and relax my right fist, which is deep inside his anus, at the same time gently stroking the tightly stretched bud of his arsehole with two fingers of my left hand in an effort to drain him of every last drop – for now – of his sweet seed. Were it not that my mouth is full of his beautiful manhood I would smack my lips in my sheer delight at the sweet depravity of what we, Marie, my Daddy, and I, have all just achieved together; my complete, loving degradation at the hands of my father, and his second explosive ejaculation, into my mouth this time, which is the second of my three my birthday gifts to him.

I love the taste of his spunk, fresh from his cock, and, thank God, this time it was warm, unlike earlier in the day when I had licked it cold from the window against which he had spent as I posed and played outside, naked in the early morning driving snow as an entertainment for his pleasure.

You can have no idea how cold it was, frolicking outside in the snow first thing in the morning with nothing on. And then when I stood beside the pool and took a cold shower to wash the snow off!  Christ! I forgot how to breathe and I thought my heart would stop!

Marie asked, rhetorically, what it is about a cold, wet, naked girl that is so exciting. I can tell you that it’s because we’re glad to still be alive and cling to any warm body like a limpet, trying to absorb all the heat we can!

But watching my Daddy masturbating “hands-free” with his whole body against the glass, watching from only inches away as his spunk sprayed from his cock with nothing, not even his fist, to obstruct my view, knowing that it was his loving reaction to the dirty little show I had just put on for him, was a proud moment. And then later, kneeling at his feet to lick the window clean of his cold cum….

Well, he’s my Daddy. I love him.

Back to now. Sadly, his sweet tasting cock is softening, filling less of my mouth, and even forcing my face harder against his abdomen so as to rub his cock against the roof of my mouth and running my tongue round his balls, I can feel that he is spent for now.

It’s time for us all to clean up, and suddenly my head is swimming and I feel more than a little unwell.

Which is hardly surprising. Since getting out of bed this morning I’ve frozen myself half to death, drunk huge quantities of liquid - tea, water, whatever - much of which I have pissed out as a spectacle for the others, but a lot of which is still inside my body, and I’ve gulped down my Daddy’s piss and his spunk after performing some grotesque, inverted gymnastics which have almost certainly resulted in me drinking some of my own piss too.

And my Daddy has punched me hard in the stomach.

And you’ll remember that in order to warm me up I’ve had two huge whiskies!

(Whilst it is by no means the first time I’ve drunk spirits, at this time I’m still only eighteen years old, and these two scotches were truly enormous! Thank you Marie!)

So I need to rest and recover before the third punishment I have promised to endure at my Daddy’s hands as his birthday present. Very carefully I ease my right hand out of his arse, and his cock goes completely limp as it slips out of my mouth, leaving a fresh trail of pale, shiny stickiness on my chin. A tiny rope of his fluid swings from its tip down onto my breasts.

Needless to say, as well as my entire body being drenched in various of my own and my Daddy’s fluids, my right hand is horrifically filthy, and Marie, my dear, sweet Marie, immediately helps me to my feet and bodily pushes me into the shower. I’m dimly aware of her washing me, drying me, and helping me upstairs, where she puts me to bed, naked. The effort of putting on even a flimsy nightdress is simply beyond me. She kisses me as my eyes close.

Some hours later I wake up, only to discover that it’s in fact many hours later and I’ve slept the day away. It’s late evening. Marie is sitting beside my bed, wearing a dressing gown, and she is looking down at me with a combination of love and concern. I smile up at her, and she visibly relaxes.

Very quietly, I say, “Hi.”

She says, “How are you?”

I say, “I’m okay, I think.”

She says, “You certainly look a lot better than when I took you upstairs.”

Before I can say anything my Daddy knocks and enters my room. He is also in his dressing gown, and he looks worried.

Before he can say anything, I say, “I’m Okay, Daddy. I just needed some rest ”

He says, “You suddenly went very pale. I was worried, Princess. Maybe we went too far?”

I smile when he calls me his “Princess” and I sit up and look at both of them.

“No,” I say, “you didn’t go too far, but it was very tiring, maybe the cold, and I think maybe I had too much booze. But I’m okay now.”

Sitting up straight in my bed the covers fall to my waist, baring my breasts. I look deep into my Daddy’s eyes, and say, “I’m going to give you your third present now, and I want no arguments. I’ve promised you this and I’m ready now.”

I caught Marie’s eye too. “And this time, I really want it all. Now it is time for you both to go too far. I’m a big girl; I promise I can take it. Daddy, go and wait downstairs. Marie, please help me to get ready.”

They both start to protest, but I cut them off abruptly.

I reach out and take my Daddy’s hand.

I say, “Daddy, I promised you that for your birthday you could punish me three times today, and so you will. I know I’ve been away at college, and yes, I’ve fallen in love with Marie, and yes, she and I “play” together, but I’ve missed you, and the things you do with me, more than you can possibly imagine. Believe me, this really is as much for me as it is for you.”

I take Marie’s hand too.

“And I love Marie too, and she is part of us now as well. We three are family. I am here for both of you. My body is here for both of you. My love is here for both of you.”

There’s a moment’s silence, then I say, “So, Daddy, I want you to go downstairs and wait for us. We won’t be long. Marie, please stay and help me to get ready.”

I know I’ve said the right thing, because I can see that whilst my Daddy’s eyes are suddenly a little tearful, his cock is also hard inside his dressing gown, and he grunts his approval when Marie bends down to kiss me full on the lips, running the tip of her tongue over my teeth before flattening it against the roof of my mouth. She draws back and a trace of her saliva leaks from the corner of her lips onto my face. I lick it off my chin and smile up at both of them.

I wave my father away with my hands and say, “Go on, go. We girls have things to do!”

He leaves us and I get out of bed. Standing up it’s suddenly very urgent that I pee, and Marie holds my hand and watches as I sit, peeing into my toilet and then helps me to my feet when I’m done. Kneeling at my feet and spreading my legs she licks and kisses my cunt until it’s clean and dry.

After that, getting ready doesn’t take long. I’m already naked so it’s the work of only a few minutes to get me ready for my third and final punishment of the day. Marie, bless her, once again crouches at my feet, this time to help guide my feet into my spike-heeled sandals. For once my wrist and ankle straps are unnecessary; I only wear them because they help me to relax into my punishments. Being strapped in place so that I can’t move makes it easier for me to cum when I am under torture, but today is for my Daddy, and I know that he finds it more exciting if I give myself willingly to the belt, offering myself for torture and enduring it by willpower alone.

Lastly, Marie stands up and I in turn kneel at her feet as she runs a brush through my hair and draws it back into a ponytail. I like my hair but we all like to see my shoulders bare.

I stand up again, and with my legs straight and my feet shoulder width apart, I look at myself in the mirror. There is no evidence of the stresses to which I exposed myself this morning; even the tiny scratches from walking naked into the snow covered tree have faded completely. I see a tall, pale-skinned, naked brunette with broad hips, a sweet inverted triangle of tangled dark pubic hair at the top of her legs, and full breasts, which, with their dark nipples and areolas really are rather too large for her slim, pale frame. But the girl in the mirror is not quite naked. She stands tall in black leather spike heeled sandals that leave her feet almost completely bare. She is wearing no make-up.

Marie kisses me again, and lets her dressing gown slip behind her to the floor. Under it she is dressed entirely in her usual black, matching her short hair. But without the dressing gown she’s really not wearing very much of anything, black or any other colour. She’s wearing a pair of substantial black court shoes, black open weave crochet panties with her pubic hair curling round the through the unlined, skimpy material, and which leave her buttocks completely bare, and a tiny wisp of a black bra which loosely supports her full breasts but leaves her nipples and areolas almost completely exposed. Crossing over to the dresser she picks up the belt with which I am to be punished, and turns and smiles her sexy smile at me. She looks beautiful – and dangerous!

I turn to look at her and say, “If you think that outfit is going to impress my Daddy, you’re absolutely dead right! C’mon, let’s show him what two girls can do.”

And hand in hand we go down stairs to where my Daddy is waiting for the third part of his birthday present from me.

Still in his dressing gown, he’s waiting for us in the lounge, comfortably ensconced on the high-backed sofa in the lounge. Marie leaves the belt on an occasional table beside the door, and she and I click our way across to the centre of the large, comfortable room on our heels and stand side by side in front of my Daddy with our legs a little apart. He gallantly wolf-whistles us as we turn towards each other and wrap our arms round each other, pressing our bodies together as our lips lock in a deeply sensuous and loving kiss, a loving pose which we hold for a long time as our tongues interlock and our hands start to seek out each other’s bodies. Our nipples press together and our breasts flatten against each other and our hands slip down the bare skin of our softly swelling, bare abdomens to cup each other’s pubic mounds. We move our feet a little apart to allow our fingers access to each other’s sex. Our hands are trapped between us as, almost on tiptoe, we gently sway together, our stomachs and hipbones writhing gently against each other.

We stop for breath, but without pause, our breasts rising and falling on our heaving chests as we deeply breathe in the necessary oxygen, we step over to the sofa and sit down, one on either side of my Daddy. We both lean across in front of him and gently lick each other’s lips, our tongues slipping into each other’s mouth and once again Marie and I kiss each other, deeply, lovingly, our lips locked together barely inches from my Daddy’s eyes. We each take one of his hands and place it on our naked breasts, both twisting our shoulders back and forth a little so that his palms massage our nipples. Then, still kissing each other, we unfasten his dressing gown, tug the sleeves down his arms, and slip it off his body. Now he is naked too. Marie and I then slide off the sofa and kneel at his feet, gently spreading his legs and stroking the inside of each of his thighs before we once again kiss each other deeply, our tongues seeking each other out, but this time with the tip of my Daddy’s cock also in our mouths.

The aroma from our excited cunts fills the room, and the taste of my Daddy’s cock fills our mouths. My heart begins to beat a little faster and I can feel my stomach muscles tightening as my excitement begins to grow. Naked, ready and willing to be punished and humiliated by the two people in the world I love, and simultaneously kissing both of them in this sweet and dirty way, I feel my fluids start to dribble down the inside of my thighs as I kneel in front of my Daddy with his cock in my mouth and my Marie’s lips pressed to mine.

Heaven!

Eventually, unwillingly, we stop for breath.

Breasts rising and falling, Marie half turns, lifts her head, and looks up at my Daddy. 

Smiling, but suddenly very formal, she says,

“Sir, as you know, Canz has one more gift for you, the gift of her pain. Her decision is that today her pain will be entirely for you, she is to find no pleasure in this. Her gift is that for your pleasure, you and I will act jointly to give her such pain as will give you release for the third time today. Will you accept this gift?”

My lips are now puckered on the very tip of his cock, and I feel it harden even more at Marie’s words. I turn my head and smile up at him too. He swallows, clears his throat and coughs.

He says, “Of course.”

His cock is a rock hard pillar of flesh protruding vertically from between his legs. I softly wrap one hand round it, the tips of my fingers barely meeting. I keep my eyes shut and gently stroke his cock, enjoying the soft touch of the silky skin of his shaft against my fingertips, when I feel Marie’s sweet breath in my ear and she whispers, “Control, Cherie,” and without warning she squeezes each of my nipples between her finger and thumb, viciously pinching them between her fingernails and grasping them with all the strength of her hands, twisting and tugging and wrenching them so that my breasts are stretched tightly in front of me, stretched until they lose all pretence of womanly shape and become mere rigid cones of taut flesh about to be ripped from my chest.

I manage to keep my eyes shut, but I emit a girlish little squeak of surprise and pain. My control is otherwise good and I continue to gently run my fingers up and down the length of my Daddy’s cock, which has suddenly become slippery with his fluids which I guess are trickling from its tip and are coating his shaft with their shiny, aromatic sweetness. How I long to open my eyes and lean forward to lick him clean, but instead I sit still, immobile apart from my cock-encircling hand, and try to steady my suddenly deep and rapid breathing.

Obviously my breathing is too deep and too rapid for my tormentor, and my chest and breasts are rising and falling too violently because Marie feels it necessary to punish me. She suddenly relinquishes her hold on my nipples and slaps the sides of both my breasts hard with both hands.

This elicits a further gush of hot fluid from my Daddy’s cock. It trickles over my hand.

He places his hand over mine and says, “Sit still, Princess,” and I kneel motionless at his feet as we both unashamedly ogle Marie’s sweet, sexy body as she gets to her feet and, deliberately rolling her naked hips as she clicks her way across the room to pick up the dark, sweat stained belt she left by the lounge door. Even though she is in her thirties at this time, watching her as she walks, virtually naked on her heels, takes my breath away. Christ! She’s beautiful! I have butterflies of love for her in my stomach and we both watch her again as she returns, her soft, barely supported breasts swaying as she walks towards us.

She hands me the belt, and I hold it up to my Daddy with both hands, and say,

“Daddy, let’s start.”

He gently lifts my hand away from his body and together, he and Marie help me to my feet and lead me round to stand behind the sofa with the fronts of my legs pressing against the high seat back. Even though I am in my heels, the top of the high back presses against the tops of my thighs. Marie commands me to keep my legs straight, and then she bends me forward at the waist and positions me with my upper body horizontal and my back arched. I go to support myself but she slaps my arms and instructs me to place my hands behind my head. Then tells me to move my legs wide apart.

She says, “Keep your legs straight and turn your toes in.”

I do so.

She says, “Don’t move,” then she takes a step back and turns to my Daddy. There is silence except for our breathing and the tick of a clock in the hall. I stand there feeling suddenly alone and very vulnerable. I’m eighteen years old, tall and slim, but with big breasts, which swing freely from my chest. Apart from my heels I’m naked, and I’m bent forward over the huge sofa with my legs straight and my cunt and anus clearly on display. I feel the strain of maintaining this position begin to manifest itself as a slight trembling in my calves and thighs which quickly spreads to the small of my back, and I feel the vibrations in my breasts as I try to control my breathing.

Mari says, “She’s ready,” and there is once again silence in the house.

The next thing is a sharp crack and a burning pain across both of the soft cheeks of my arse. I am suddenly drenched in sweat. It has started! My third birthday present to my Daddy; I’m standing bent forward with my tits swinging and my legs spread and my cunt and my anus bare and completely exposed and my Daddy is whipping my bare arse with my belt. I hear the second stroke swish through the air a moment before the leather whips across both my cheeks once again.

He is a bad man! This second stroke lands exactly on the line of burning fire left by the first stroke. I’m just beginning to fight for control of the pain when a third stroke cuts into my soft flesh, the impact narrowly missing the soft and tender lips of my most secret places by the merest whisker. And then he belts me again once again on the same place.

I howl with pain and instinctively go to reach back with my hands to comfort my tortured arse, but Marie grabs my wrists and orders me to stand still.

The belt hits me again, a little lower this time, and then a sixth stroke hits me and I start to cry. Sooner or later I always cry when I’m being belted. My shoulders shake and I draw in a deep, shuddering breath and the belt hits me across both my quivering buttocks once again. Strain of holding my straight-legged and vulnerable position is really beginning to tell on my calves and thighs and my body begins to sway slightly as I try to ease the tension in my legs and in my back, but Marie once again restrains me.

She says, “Hold still. Let your father hit you properly.”

And he does. The belt cracks across the very tops of my buttocks, almost hitting the small of my back where it glints with my sweat, and I unashamedly howl with the pain and start to sob uncontrollably, my whole upper body shaking with my cries as the pain shoots back and forth across my soft, naked arse and yet another burning stroke bites into me. My trembling breasts are a soft target which I know he will attack in due course.

I am aware of droplets of moisture cooling on the outside of my thighs. My Daddy’s erect cock is swaying freely in front of his body, ropes of the fluids of his dirty desires swinging from its very tip to land on my legs as he mercilessly belts me, his naked, eighteen year old virgin daughter for no reason other than to satisfy his perverted wish to do so.

And my perverted desire to have him do it!

Because suddenly, through the pain in my punished arse, my heavy, sobbing breaths, my acutely uncomfortable and ungainly position as I struggle to stay absolutely still, bent forward with straight legs to accept my punishment for my Daddy’s pleasure, the room is full of the aroma of my excitement and I feel my own fluids gush from my exposed cunt to trickle down the insides of my sweating thighs.

I am in pain, my tears streaming down my cheeks and sobbing deep in my chest, and my body loves it! The tension in my stomach is suddenly gone and it becomes a pleasure to realise that Marie’s hand is on the small of my back, pushing my body even lower so that I am bent almost double over the back of the sofa. So far, the belt strokes have only punched into the soft flesh of my buttocks, and whilst God knows that has been sore enough, those most tender, private parts of my body between my legs have been protected.

However, I know that that is about to come to an end. Marie orders me to once again turn my toes in. Without my noticing, they have straightened up during the first part of my punishment, but my new posture dictates that now that my cunt and my anus are now more or less the highest parts of my body and are even more exposed and vulnerable to my Daddy’s vicious attack.

And so it proves.

He takes half a step back and swings the belt at my derriere once again. The main part of the stroke lands on my left buttock, and stings like hell, but that is nothing compared to the vicious, wounding explosion of pain as the tip punches hard onto the rose bud of my anus. With an agonised shriek I wrench my body upright and, still with my legs spread wide, grab my arse with both hands and attempt to extinguish the flames of agony which seem to engulf my very bowels.

Marie talks to me quietly, saying,

“Get back down, you lovely, silly girl. Of course it hurts. It’s meant to hurt. That’s why we’re here. Bend down again at once. Don’t keep your father waiting”

And, fighting for breath and some measure of control and some shred of dignity, I obey my lover’s command and relinquish my grasp of my buttocks and bend forward again to receive the next stroke of the belt from my Daddy. I don’t have to wait for long, and once again the hard, leather tip punches into my anus, and my sweat pools in the small of my back and trickles down to my shoulders and I struggle to breathe and to sob and to scream all at once.

Then he changes his target, only slightly, and now the tip of the belt lands square on my bare cunt. This time I know that he has done serious damage to me. I feel the blood pouring down my thighs and I howl in pain and panic. But the blood stops almost immediately and even in the red fog of my suffering I realise that it’s not my blood pouring from me, it’s my own excited fluids gushing from between my legs. Once again my body betrays my perverted need to endure all this, this ritual humiliation and agonising punishment at the hands of my Daddy and my Marie.

Even without my wrist and ankle straps to hold me in place, I am at last able to abandon myself to my torturers, and almost luxuriously stretch and arch my back. Spreading my legs even more, I offer my unprotected, naked cunt to the vicious strokes of the belt with which my father is hitting me.

And wait.

But the expected, shattering blow between my legs never comes. Instead, Marie helps me to stand up straight, and then she walks round to kneel on the sofa in front of me. At some point during my first whipping she has removed her tiny bra, probably so she can play with her areolas as she watched me being whipped, and our nipples make contact when she pulls me forward a little to lean against her. Our breasts are pushed hard against each other, and I feel her warm nipples press against mine. For that moment I feel safe and protected as she kisses me full on the lips and softly wipes some of my tears from my face with her fingers. Her hands slip from my face and she holds me tight by the upper arms just as our sweet little moment of peace comes to a sudden end and the belt cracks across my shoulder blades and the second part of my punishment commences.

This time my Daddy is really into it. It’s apparent that he’s merely been warming himself up with the punishment he’s meted out so far. I realise that, bad as it was, the belting of my arsehole and cunt was just a brief preliminary! Now he is settling down to the main business of the day. There is much less fat on my back to absorb the blows he rains down on my body and with each stroke the pain is excruciating and the breath is driven out of my lungs. Each time the belt explodes across my shrinking back, the weight of the blow forces me forward, thrusting me breast to breast against my Marie, who simply kisses me and pushes me back ready for the next kick of the leather across my body.

I’m viewing the world through a red mist of pain and tears. As I’ve said in earlier memoirs, I’m slippery when wet, and now I’m dripping with sweat such that it’s a wonder that Marie can hold my arms so tightly. My breath rasps in my throat as I gasp, fighting to control my rising panic as the pain of my whipping grows exponentially, spreading its fire across my back as my Daddy whips me with the belt he bought for me at the end of the previous summer just for this purpose.

I feel my sweat gathering under my breasts and dripping from my nipples as my remorseless punishment continues, the dark, stained, leather belt cannoning into me, leaving it’s fiery stripes across my shoulder blades, my ribs, the small of my back, the tops of my hips, now an angry red confusion of weals and ridges of tormented flesh where there was once smooth slopes of softly swelling flesh.

My Daddy is really hitting me very hard and I am sobbing continuously, my chest and breasts heaving with every shuddering breath and I emit pathetic, little girl screams when he hits me especially hard. The pain in my back reaches down and triggers another uncontrollable gush from between my legs, and with my sexual fluids dripping from my cunt and dribbling down my thighs, my Marie once again pulls our breasts together and kisses my mouth and pushes me back out for yet another hammer blow of leather across my back; my red-glowing, sweat-dripping, weal-ridged, agony-inducing, wildly-whipped, viciously belted naked back.

My beating heart, my rasping breath, my sweating body, my staring eyes, and above all my gushing, dripping cunt all tell me that this, this torture of being punished by those I love, is what I was made for.

I feel one more hammer blow of fire explode across my back, and then Marie kisses me again and doesn’t stop this time, and I realise that I have survived the second part of the punishment I promised my Daddy as my present to him for his birthday; the present, freely offered, of my naked humiliation and my pain.

And already their hands are on me, turning me round, making me lean my aching, belt-flogged buttocks against the back of the sofa and Marie has her arms round me, grasping my breasts in her hands and pulling me back to lean against her as she kneels on the sofa, supporting me, preparing me for the next part of my ordeal.

She pulls me back so that my full weight is resting against her, my ravaged back resting on her soft breasts, my head tilted back on her shoulder. She whispers in my ear.

She says, “Are your legs spread? Can your father see your cunt? You know he likes that.”

And obediently I straighten up and spread my legs, proud of my body and the effect I am having on my Daddy, because now I’m looking directly at him and I can see that his eyes are bright and his chest is heaving with the effort of administering my punishment. His naked body shines in the lamplight and his breathing is fast and heavy. And his cock is huge; he makes no effort to restrain it as it sways freely in front of his body. It is a hard, rigid pole of flesh flecked with streaks of his excitement, and as I watch, yet another rope of his fluids swings from the tip and plasters itself against his balls, further matting his pubic hair. His foreskin has peeled back, having given up the struggle to cover his engorged glans and his entire organ twitches as another few drops of his fluids trickle from its naked tip.

His entire cock is an angry, shiny dark red statement of his desire and his love and his unbridled lust. He is hungry for my pain.

Marie whispers in my ear again. She says, “Lean on me, Cherie. I’ll support you, always. Be brave.”

And then I watch in horror as my Daddy lifts his arm, swings the belt high over his shoulder, and sends it arcing towards me. I scream as the hard, square tip smacks hard into the smooth skin of the upper slope of my right breast and I close my eyes and howl through my pain as it starts all over again, a new kind of pain in a new place. The belt comes whistling through the air towards me once again and cracks against the upper slope of my left breast and with a choking sob I begin to cry all over again.

Even more sweat pours from me and I know that soon my breasts will be a mass of angry weals and ridges of punished flesh, and that they will hurt. Hell, I’m screaming so much even my throat hurts! But I open my eyes and look my Daddy in the eye, conjuring up a smile for him, daring him to do his best and worst to me; anything he likes so long as I feel the pain of his love and the pride of making him cum.

I can’t help it. Even in the delirium of my pain I remain where I am, perched on the back of the sofa with my legs spread apart, wide open and shamelessly available as I make no attempt cover any part of myself before my Daddy’s perverted gaze. I rock my pelvis forward and back, forward and back, writhing in my unashamed sexuality for my naked Daddy as he whips my breasts with my own belt. Up goes his arm, and then it scythes forward. The belt arcs through the air and impacts on the sweetest and softest parts of my body, my soft, full, over-sized breasts, which swing and sway on my chest as I rock back against my Marie with each blow, her soft fullness in turn supporting my weight as my tortured and whipped back presses against her nakedness.

I am sweating, Marie is sweating; my excitement makes my cunt drip down my thighs. Her cunt is dripping too. I can smell it. You can be sure that I know the smell and taste of both of our cunts. And I know the smell and taste of my Daddy’s excited cock too.

And as I watch here comes the belt again, cracking against my right nipple and the point digging deep into the areola, and there is suddenly a whole new pain, such that my breath catches in my throat. I can’t breathe. I am drowning in my tears and in the thick mucus that fills my throat, and the only thing I can know for sure is the pain and degradation of this whole thing. I’m only eighteen, I’m naked, I’m having to being held up, supported by my lesbian lover, whilst my Daddy whips my breasts, and suddenly it gets to me and I start to cry for the hurt and for the humiliation and for the love, a maelstrom of my feelings and my pain and my suffering. Not genteel little sniffs and wails, but deep wracking sobs which clear my lungs and block my throat until I scream out at the top of my voice and the contents of my mouth and throat erupt from between my lips and trickle down my chin.

Panting and bleary eyed I look at my Daddy once again.

I say, ”I hurt, Daddy.”

“I know, Princess. But I must give you more, all on your nipples, then I’m done,” and, true to his word, he belts me across each nipple another four times, five times – I’m past trying to count, or caring how hard he hits me there because my breasts and nipples are simply on fire – and then he moves forward between my legs, gives Marie the belt, which she drops onto the sofa, and wraps his arms round me, squeezing me tight against him as I cry my eyes out on his shoulder. It hurts, but it also feels so good to be in his embrace. I cough and sob and cry some more; deep, wracking gasps which come from my lungs and my heart and my love for this cruel, wonderful man, my Daddy.

His rigid cock is digging deep into my stomach, which is about the only part if me that hasn’t been whipped – yet - and I know what I have to do. He must cum. This whole thing is a waste of time if he doesn’t cum, but this will be the third time today, and whilst he’s not an old man, he’s not a young boy either.

I turn to Marie and nod. We have planned for this. She gets up from her kneeling position on the sofa and quickly slips her beautiful, black, handmade Polish lace panties down her thighs and kicks them off. They are made to measure and leave no marks on her flawless skin. She stands on the floor facing my Daddy and I with her feet a little apart. She leans forward and helps me to sit up with both buttocks firmly on the high sofa back. Then I lift my legs and she helps me to bend my knees so that my feet are also resting on the back of the sofa.

In this position, with my legs spread on either side of my Daddy’s body, I’m resting partially on my heels and my buttocks are spread apart so that my cunt gapes open and my exposed arsehole rubs against the tip of my Daddy’s engorged cock, and we’re all so wet with sweat and our combined sexual fluids that it slips effortlessly deep into my back passage.

Suddenly I’m perched on the back of the sofa with my Daddy’s hard cock up my arse!

Then Marie supports me under my arms and gently lowers me backwards until my shoulders are resting comfortably on the seat cushion and my head is hanging off the sofa altogether. I am upside down with my shoulders resting in the seat of the sofa, my legs bent double so my feet and buttocks are on the top of the seat back, and my arse is impaled on my Daddy’s cock. My head is hanging backward off the sofa, and Marie moves to stand with her legs on either side of it. I am looking straight up between her thighs and her cunt is dripping directly onto my face. I lick some of her aromatic fluid from my lips and greedily swallow it.

My Daddy starts to fuck my arsehole, but Marie stops him.

“Non, non, monsieur. Stand still. She will masturbate you with her anus. Lean back slightly.”

Slightly mystified, he does as he is told, but he’s no fool and can see that in this awkward position I can hardly move, let alone move enough to wank him, big as he is, with my arsehole. Then Marie picks up the belt from he sofa and without warning, with a grunt from deep in her throat, whips me with it, bringing it down the length of my body as it is stretched in front of her. The hard leather cracks down on my right breast and across my stomach.

My whole body tenses in reaction and I gasp, breathing rapid shallow breaths as I try to control this new onslaught, and the action of tensing my stomach causes my hips to lift and my arse to tighten and I am indeed wanking my Daddy with my arsehole!

Trapped as I am between Marie’s legs I can’t see but I can feel that the tip of the belt has marked my stomach just short of the triangle of dark hair that covers my pubic mound. I tense myself for what I know is about to happen. With the next stroke the fiery belt tip has crept a little further across my body, this time hurling itself agonisingly against the hard bone of my pubic mound. Even as I feel my cock-impaled arse rock once again I frantically shake my head from side to side and realise that I am rubbing my face against Marie’s thighs in a struggle to contain my fear of what I know is to happen to me soon.

In fact it happens now!

The very next blow of the belt once again punches into my stomach, but this time Marie, carefully ensuring that the wildly swinging leather tip misses my Daddy’s stomach, has ensured that it cracks hard into my exposed and gaping cunt.

My hips buck with the sudden pain inside me; the tip of the belt has entered me, punching its brutal path deep between the lips of my cunt, and I cry out in my anguish. My Daddy also cries out, but his is a cry of pleasure, and he repeats it as Marie whips my cunt again and my hips buck again and my bruised and battered arse comes one step nearer to milking his cock.

But at what a cost to me! Marie may be smaller than my Daddy, but she is a strong woman, and, on this occasion at least, a mean and dangerous woman. Like my Daddy, she also likes to whip me, and it’s an important part of our love that I like her to whip me. And although this time she is using a belt instead of some of other implements she has wielded on my body, which have included birch branches, canes and stinging nettles, the sheer perversity of the dirty scene we were enacting has got to her too and, like my Daddy, she is putting her heart into the task of belting me in the cunt as a means of getting me rock and roll my whole naked body in order to masturbate my Daddy with my arsehole.

The room is a cacophony of sound. The belt whistles through the air. It cracks against my skin. Every time the leather smacks into me I scream, Marie grunts with the effort, and every time the leather smacks into me my Daddy moans as my bucking anus grips his cock and alternately pushes towards his stomach and then rises up his shaft, an up and down motion which, even in my pain I can hear and feel is having the desired effect.

Upside down with my head between Marie’s legs all I can see is her thighs and her cunt, from which a constant flow of her fluids is trickling onto my face, but I know that as she hits me again and again, each time the belt seeming to drive deeper and deeper inside me and each time my screams getting louder and louder, that each time my bucking hips are taking my Daddy nearer to his third birthday present from me.

He will cum deep inside my arse as my lesbian lover whips my cunt so that my wildly rocking hips slide my arsehole the length of the shaft of his cock so that I wank him with my whole body to his third orgasm of the day.

I realise I am almost snorting in my pain and excitement. Shaking my head to clear my nose and scream-ravaged throat of the mucus created by my tears, I raise my head and kiss my Marie’s cunt. Now is the time. Now she will really start to hurt me, using all her strength to drive the soaking strip of dark, hard deep inside me, bruising the inside of my sex and cracking the belt against my clitoris with all her strength.

With each stroke I rock and roll my hips like a woman possessed and scream my heart out until Marie bends her legs to smother me with her sex and she still belts me in the cunt and my Daddy howls his delight and thrusts his whole body forward, his cock deep inside my arsehole and I feel his spunk spray from his tormented rock-hard member and coat the inside of my bowels with its sweet, slimy stickiness.

Lost in the dirty perversity of our actions, Marie keeps whipping me and I keep rocking my hips and my Daddy keeps pushing his cock into me and into me for long after we should have stopped, until I feel his hardness fade inside me and he slips out of me and Marie opens her legs to release my head and drops the belt and naked in her heels, clicks her way round to kneel below my arse and lick up the sweet, dirty fluid that trickles and drips, oozing from my anus.

She gathers my Daddy’s spunk on her tongue for some minutes as he helps me to sit up and then she stands and kisses me full on the mouth with her lips apart and for the second time in as many minutes my Daddy’s warm spunk enters my body. He wraps his arms round both of us and our heart beats subside and our breathing returns to normal as we recover from the wonderfully depraved and dirty little scene we have just enacted.

Marie and my Daddy and I; I am a lucky girl!

I wipe my lips with the back of a finger and breathe in the sweet, dirty smell of my Daddy’s spunk before licking my hand clean and saying, “Happy birthday, Daddy.”

Dear reader,

I hope you enjoyed this dirty little memoir of my younger days.

As you will have realised, in order to give my Daddy his three birthday presents I took quite a beating that day, one way or another, and whilst I in no way regret it, I was in bad shape for a few days afterwards.

However, after all the excitement that day I was very happy to have my Marie gently wash my aching body, and then take me to bed and give me the sweetest of orgasms with her tongue.

I hope you’ve found yourself having an orgasm (or two?) as you read this tale from “back in the day.” Perhaps you could write to tell me how it was for you.

Kiss

Canz