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Yes, I was proud. Joanie was my “Little Princess,” I’d nurtured her, raised her and took immense pride in her accomplishments. I’d loved my wife, in fact, I still do…posthumously…she’d died eighteen years ago; in the hospital where Joanie was born. My baby daughter was nursing at her mother’s breast, there in the hospital bed, when Marcie, my wife, suffered a fatal brain aneurysm and I was left a widower and the sole caretaker of a new born infant.

I sound like I’m looking for sympathy, but, truth be told I did have help. My mother came to stay with me for three invaluable months. She took charge of Joanie’s care and, along the way, taught me how to prepare formula, bathe and change babies and get accustomed to functioning on just a few stolen hours of sleep. Mom would have liked to stay longer but my father’s health had taken a turn for the worst and she was desperately needed at home; when she left I hired a nanny.

Well, nanny might he understating her duties and value to me. Morgana O’Leary was and still is a very important person in Joanie’s and my life. First she helped with child care then her duties evolved. My business is brokerage, I buy, sell and find items for others and Mo functions as my office manager now. She’s just a couple of years older than I, a little on the slender side (read skinny although I’d never say that to her), wears glasses that are unflattering and eschews make-up; in other words she makes no effort to make herself appealing but, none the less, after that first night and after she’d been with me for several years and after a few cocktails I had the distinct pleasure to remind myself that she was a wildcat between the sheets and blessed with the tightest pussy I’d ever had the pleasure to fill. Still, we mutually concluded that a business relationship would be best; Joanie was twelve and seemed to be developing an intense dislike for Morgana. Morgana had frequently spent the night during the week and always on the weekends for our special Saturday nights.

After we ended our relationship, my sex life went to hell in a hand basket but I had a more contented daughter. In fact, it was almost like Joanie tried to fill the void. She liked to tease me and flirt unabashedly; hugging me tightly, letting me feel her rapidly developing breasts against my chest; sitting on my lap and giving her cute tail a wiggle or two and even giving me a peek at her pantied bottom as she’d dash into the bathroom for her shower.

But enough, what I was really smiling about was my, well, our upcoming vacation. I own a little vacation cottage in the mountains situated on the loveliest tarn this side of Scotland. Two weeks, two absolutely wonderful weeks in June of each year Joanie and I spend a fortnight there. There are woods for hiking, exciting wildlife to see and photograph, a small powerboat for cruising or skiing and a canoe for leisurely explorations of the channels and creeks.

I’d just stood to fix another of that fine Maker’s Mark when the jangle of my telephone intruded.

Joanie I wondered, she was out with friends planning to go to a bonfire for a “Start of Summer” party, roast some weenies, burn some marshmallows and, probably illicitly sip on a couple of beers; I answered,

“Hello?”

“Rob, it’s Harry.”

Harry had been my best friend since grade school, I’d been his best man and he’d been mine. He and his wife Betty were Joanie’s Godparents but his call was still a surprise; I knew his work schedule and he was on duty.

“Hey Buddy, what’s up?” I asked.

“Nothing good, I’m afraid. There’s a problem with Joanie, she’s with me but I need you to come pick her up. I’ll meet you at the Denny’s on Somerville Road in thirty minutes.”

“Harry, what’s going on?”

“Let’s talk there, not on the phone, OK?”

After we’d rung off my mind went into a whirl. What the hell was going on? Ok, Joanie was my “Little Princess,” but she wasn’t a saint. In fact she made self-destructive decisions; not often thank God, but she could be led.

At thirteen, the summer between middle school and high school I’d caught her and her girlfriend drinking my beer and smoking cigarettes back behind the pool house. Then last year, at the beginning of her junior year there was the episode involving experimentation with marijuana and my Maker’s Mark; what would it be now?

I’d blistered her little bottom over each of the above but now she was eighteen, emancipated, an adult under the law. I got my keys and headed for Denny’s.

Harry was parked at the back of the lot, I pulled up beside him and got out. He joined me.

“Rob, let’s put her in your back seat then get a cup of coffee.”

Joanie was in the back seat of Harry’s cruiser, disheveled and passed out. We managed to get her to my car where she mumbled something then collapsed over the seat. I locked the car and followed Harry to the restaurant.

We took a booth in the back where I could see my car, after we got coffee and the waitress left us alone Harry started,

“Rob, it’s bad and could have been a hellava lot worse. Luckily I was on the scene and the concentration of the other attending officers was directed toward the two guys. When I saw it was Joanie I got her into my car. Rob, the driver is a known dealer, marijuana and crack cocaine. He had a tail light out and the patrol officer recognized him, he pulled him over more to roust him than anything else. There were four people in the car, Dejoineous Joiner was the driver and his main squeeze Jamitious Curry were up front but Joanie was in the back with a guy named LaTarian Martin and he’s a bad actor, too. According to the arresting officer there was a joint smoldering in the ashtray. He had them all lined up when I got there. I let him handle the searches of Joiner and Curry and told him I’d take care of Martin and Joanie. He found about a thousand worth of crack in Curry’s purse. Joiner and Martin weren’t carrying.

Rob, I did search Joanie’s purse, she had two rocks wrapped in tin foil. When I asked she claimed she didn’t know how they got there. I believe her, the guys stuck their shit in the girls’ purses but I can’t prove that. We’ve got Joiner on a DUI, all four of them are fucking smashed to the gills, and he’s also VOP (violation of probation) but Curry’s gonna get busted for possession, Martin’s gonna walk and you’re gonna get Joanie the fuck away from here. Get her straightened out Rob, she’s a good girl but this could have gone way, way bad; you understand?”

“Oh yeah, I understand, thanks Harry, I’ll deal with it.”

Harry knew how I dealt with these kind of problems, he asked,

“She gonna to be able to sit?”

“Harry, you know I go up to the cabin for two weeks every summer. I think I’m gonna go up for a month this time; leave tomorrow morning, maybe have a little detox session and let her spend most of her detoxification on her tummy ‘cause she won’t be able to sit.”

“My Guy, that might work. And tell her Uncle Harry will put her in handcuffs and leg irons if she does it again,” with a grin.

The drive home was absolutely uneventful, and aside from the occasional snarful and groan from the drunk in the backseat it was in silence. At home I helped her stagger to her bedroom, undressed her down to panties and bra and tucked her in; yes, with a kiss. In spite of her transgressions she was still my “Little Princess,” nothing she could do would change that.

In my room I packed a bag with the clothing I’d need at the mountain cabin then fixed up a smaller grip with items I would or might need. From eighteen years experience there were certain things that Joanie might require. If she didn’t feel well, achyness and headaches she’d need her Tylenol, Tylenol that she still got like she did when she was a little girl, in suppository form, chloral hydrate suppositories to provide a sleep aid and help with withdrawal, the red bulb enema syringe and, of course my trusty rectal thermometer. Then I added Grandma’s big wooden hairbrush.

Breakfast was frying when Joanie came into the kitchen. Scrambled eggs, bacon, hash browns, whole wheat toast, orange juice and coffee were served to my “Little Princess,” she looked like death warmed over.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she croaked.

Pouring her a cup of coffee, I said, “Eat.”

She chased a rasher of bacon around her plate and took several mouthfuls of the eggs before running to the bathroom. I heard her gagging.

When she came back she started, “Daddy, I’m so sorr…”

I cut her off.

“Eat what you can then go pack, we’re going up to the cabin as soon as you’re ready and, Princess, pack extra PJ’s and panties, you’ll need them.”

Big as saucers, her eyes, “What Daddy?”

“Just eat and get packed, I’m ready to go.”

The ride to the cabin was quiet. Both of up knew or suspected what awaited. Music was playing on the radio, Classic Country, but low, unintrusive. We stopped in town, got supplies for a week then drove on, it was darkening by the time we arrived. Joanie helped getting the cabin opened up. Although it was June the evening was chilly I asked if she’d like a fire, she would; I lit one in the fireplace.

The cabin had a bedroom and bathroom on the ground floor and a sleeping loft above. I stayed downstairs, Joanie was in the loft unpacking, I suggested that she have a bath and get dressed for bed while I fixed dinner.

While she bathed downstairs I heated a skillet, fried some potatoes with onions and peppers then sautéed two perch filets while spinach simmered.

Joanie was clad in a robe that she’d cinched tightly around her as she climbed the staircase/ladder to the loft. I’d finished dinner so I sat sipping a Coke, yes, a Coke, God I wanted a Maker’s Mark but, because of the why, this was going to be a dry month for this household.

Joanie, I haven’t told you about Joanie. Every girl it these stories is the most beautiful girl in the world (how the fuck can they all be the most beautiful girl in the world?) Joanie isn’t. She’s my “Little Princess,” mine.

Joanie is only about 5’1” tall and still, no doubt scales in at a round 130. She has rather full breasts, a poofie tummy and a bottom made up of twin fleshy globes distinctly cleaved. Cute, not beautiful, sexual not sexy, and to those dope dealers she’d been with, a target.

I watched as she climbed down from the loft. As a joke I’d bought her pajamas for her seventeenth birthday, she always complained that it was too cold in the winter. I got her some that were one piece, had footies and a drop seat; they were cardinal red. I admired her rather broad bottom as she descended, I could see a panty line. She’d put as much cloth as possible over her very vulnerable posterior; smart girl, but no hope.

Dinner was a rather quiet affair. I waited until she started the conversation. It was a combination of apologies and excuses, how she’d not known about what “those people” did, how she’d never do anything like that again, blah, blah, blah.”

I let her talk, through dinner, while I cleaned up afterwards, over coffee. Joanie knew me, she asked,

“No wine, no cocktails?”

“Not this time Princess, no; not this time.”

It struck home, she knew what she was there for, she sensed what was coming,

“Daddy, you can’t, I’m eighteen, an adult, you know. I could go to the police, couldn’t I?”

“Why not go to your Uncle Harry, he’s the one that saved your cute butt, do you think that would help you?”

She hung her head as I stood up and took her hand, saying, “I need to know.”

I took her to the bathroom and retrieved the drug testing kit I’d purchased. She looked questioningly at me as I unfastened the seat of her jimmies.

“Pee in the cup for me,” I told her as I handed her the little paper container.

“Daddy, please, this is so embarrassing, don’t watch me.”

“Just pee,” I want to know if you’re using drugs.

“Oh Daddy, yes, I smoked some marijuana, ok, now you know.”

“Joanie, pee,” my voice was harsh.

It wasn’t as though she was exposing much of herself to me, her PJ’s covered most of her. She filled the cup and handed it to me.

The test showed the presence of the cannabis but, thank God, nothing else registered.

As she wiped and flushed I walked into my bedroom; she followed.

I’d already positioned a chair in the middle of the room, straight backed, no arms, uncomfortable for much besides its intended purpose.

Joanie saw the hairbrush, Grandma’s hairbrush, resting on the side table.

“Please Daddy, no.”

I folded her over my lap and started to spank.

Twenty, I counted, ten on each cheek, on her pajamas, those pajamas that were printed “Little Princess” on the drop flap. Already I heard a few tears; I ungripped and lowered the flap. Panties were evident

Ten, ten, ten on each cheek, hard, fast, she wailed, she kicked and tried to escape, I held her tighter, my left arm gripping her soft middle; I stopped.

“:Settle down,” I said. I stroked her young body until she’d calmed.

“Stand up,” I instructed.

She stood. Her pajamas were a onsie that zipped up the front; I unzipped it. Her breasts were unfettered but I ignored them as I lowered the single piece. First her swollen breasts then her puffy tummy, then down.

“Step out,” I commanded’ she still had her panties.

I lowered her back over my lap. I’d let her keep her panties on because I thought it was more humiliating to her to have me take them off, part of her punishment. I lowered them to mid thigh then told her to lift her hips. They lay on the floor at her feet as I began.

I started at the junction between her bottom and her thighs then spanked up, over her sit spots to the top of her buttocks then back down.

Crack, crack, crack, the resounding music of flesh meeting flesh. After about thirty whacks I stopped and reached for the hairbrush.

Thwack, thwack, thwack, the awesome, awful sound of the oak backed brush falling. I gave her ten; it was over.

Joanie was sobbing, eyes flooding, nose leaking she whimpered, “Daddy, I’m so sorry, I’ll never do anything like that again.”

I rolled her over and held her on my lap then took a tissue and let her blow her nose.

“Why don’t you lay down on the bed and rest.”

I knew she’d be a mess for a while. It tied her in knots when she did something that upset me so much that I punished her.

I turned down the sheet as she slithered, tummy down, on the mattress.

“Daddy, can I sleep here tonight, I don’t want to have to climb up to the loft?”

I thought for a moment then said, “Ok Princess; do you want something to help you relax?”

“Un hunh, please,” she answered, we both knew what that would be.

I got one of the sedative suppositories from the fridge.

As I came back into the bedroom I paused to admire my handiwork. Joanie’s bottom was a kaleidoscope of color; multiple shades of red, violet, purple with just a touch of blue, damn, she looked sore.

I sat on the bed and gently spread her nether cheeks. She was pink, a tight ring, I pressed the suppository in, penetrating her with my index finger. Her sphincters contracted, gripping the digit.

“That’s the way, keep it in,” I said.

Slowly I withdrew from her.

“Thank you Daddy, now can you hold me.”

I was dressed in my sleepwear, baggy gym shorts and a tee shirt. I crawled under the sheet with her.

She immediately snuggled up against me and buried her face on my chest.

After a few minutes and in a shaky voice she asked, “Daddy can you help me get settled down; you know, like you used to do when I was a baby?”

How can she remember, I thought. The last time I’d done it was just prior to her fifth birthday, over thirteen years ago.

“I’m sorry Princess but you’re too old for me to do that.”

When she was an infant I’d found that she’d immediately calm down, coo and smile if I traced my finger along her Venus cleft, her slit back then it was nothing more than a pink valley, her labia and clitoris were undeveloped but now she was asking that I do it again, to her eighteen year old self.

“Please Daddy,” she begged as she took my hand and pulled it toward her; the back of my hand brushed the silken hair covering her mons veneris.

“Please,” she said as she opened her legs and guided my hand to her.

I let her, I didn’t attempt to stop her nor did I pull away. My middle finger found her groove. I’d used my index finger when she was young but my middle finger was longer, better able to slide along her mature sex. I parted her labia and gently stroked her.

Different, so very different than when she was a child with just a small immature slit. Her outer labia were swollen, her inner labia protruded beyond the outer, her clitoris was prominent and engorged. My “Little Princess” had the body of a woman.

She trembled under my tender ministrations then snuggled against me. Soft gentle snores, the sedative had taken effect, she slept.

I didn’t, no rest for the wicked and what I’d done; hell what I was still doing was wicked. Rationalized my actions, she wanted it, it didn’t hurt anyone, blah, blah, blah. Then I waxed philosophical, the world was wrong, I was right. Oh, maybe the taboos against incest had a practical reason before the availability of birth control; but no longer.

The birds and the bees talk, mother to daughter, father to son. Think about it, wouldn’t it make more sense, mother to son, a woman who could explain and, yes, even demonstrate how to be a good and considerate lover? And a father to his daughter, caring and loving, caressing, introducing her to sex gently rather than with some pimply faced teenager across the backseat of a 2005 Honda Accord.

Hell, makes sense to me, let’s introduce legislation.

I took my hand back, her slickness on my finger. I brought it to my lips; peaches and cream; exquisite. Finally I dozed off with a smile on my face.

I awoke to the smell of coffee percolating and bacon frying. Joanie stuck her head into the bedroom, “Breakfast in ten minutes.”

She was wearing a robe and, unless I was utterly mistaken, nothing else.

I brushed my teeth and traipsed out. Once seated Joanie gave me a cup of coffee and a plate on bacon, eggs and toast then served herself. She sat down, gingerly, saying, “Thank you for last night Daddy, I slept like a baby.”

Changing the subject I said, “Still a little sore, are we?”

She stood, “Want to see?” She asked.

She lifted her robe and leaned forward displaying her bottom and a bit more.

“Touch me, feel how hot I am.”

Before touching I looked. My Little Princesses tush was stilled a mottled red and pink; at least the other colors of the rainbow had faded. I rested my palm on her sorely abused bottom.

“Yep, you’re still warm,” I commented.

“Daddy, are you going to spank me again tonight?” She asked as she again took her seat.

“Do you think you deserve another?” I asked.

An absolute non sequitur, she whispered, “Do you think I’ve got a cute butt? I think it’s too big.”

What could I say, Marcie, my departed wife was a cute Irish lass, short, a little pudgy and soft with strawberry blonde hair, full breasts and a plump bottom; and Oh how I’d loved that plump bottom. My mind wandered and I began to get an erection remembering. White as clotted cream, how I’d loved to leave a pink hand print or two before I parted her plushness and entered her, but, I had to say it, how could I let this lead in go, “Princess, you have the perfect posterior, I know, my hand fits it perfectly.”

“Are you Daddy, are you going to spank me?”

“You didn’t answer me Princess, do you think you deserve another?”

“Probably, I probably do but you really don’t need to, I swear I’ll never do anything like that again. I was so scared in that car I’m glad the police stopped us, I was never so glad to see Uncle Harry in my life.”

“Joanie, why were you even in that car? Those people sound like gang bangers or drug dealers from what Harry told me.”

“At the party, they were at the party. We ran out of beer, one of the guys was twenty-one, he could buy more and I had a little money, I was going to give him the money and let him buy it for us. That’s how it started.”

“You got in over your head, didn’t you?”

“Way, way over my head. Almost as soon as we left the party they fired up a couple of joints then the guy in the back seat with me was all over me. He told me that he was gonna have himself some fresh young white pussy. When I tried to push him away he grabbed my arm and squeezed my breast. Then he said to the other guy, Jam you gonna get you some of this pussy, too. That guy said, ‘Hell yes.’ Then the girl he was with said, ‘Y’all gonna let me watch, ain’t ya, I wanta see your big black dicks tear up that bitch’s white ass.’ He was trying to pull my pants off when we got pulled over.”

“You were lucky the cops showed up but Joanie, you know you put yourself in that position, what were you thinking?”

“Daddy, they were going to rape me; both of them and that girl was going to watch. Daddy, I’m still a virgin. I knew I’d be screaming and crying while they did it to me but it almost seemed worse, more degrading that another girl was going to get her kicks watching it happen, God, I was scared. I mean, I know I’m not going to be a virgin forever or anything like that but I want to choose when and with whom I am, to use an old term, deflowered.”

I knew she was a virgin, my probing finger the night before had explored her vagina. She was tight and I’d felt her hymen but for now I thought it best if we change the subject.

“Let’s finish breakfast and go for a walk around the lake, we can talk then, ok?”

I cleaned up the kitchen while she took a shower. She was still only wearing her robe, her pajamas and panties were in her hand as she climbed the ladder to the loft.

Half way up she turned her head, our eyes met and she gave me a little smile, “You’re peeking aren’t you Daddy.”

I couldn’t deny it, from where I was standing all of her womanly wiles were on display, “Go on, get dressed,” is all I said.

I showered and dressed in loose fitting shorts, tee shirt and a pair of sneakers; I was waiting at the bottom of the ladder/stair when Joanie climbed down. She, also was in shorts and a T; we set off.

As we walked I let her lead the conversation. It had been a horrific experience for her but, once she was rescued by the police and Uncle Harry had shown up and saved her from interrogation and arrest her fear had been transferred to another portion of her anatomy. He’d saved her virginal pussy but now, she KNEW, her ass was mine. Excellent assessment of her dilemma, as last night had proven.

“God, I was so stupid, so damned stupid; Daddy, can you ever forgive me?”

“Princess, you’re young. Unfortunately, young people make stupid mistakes but that’s a big part of learning, of maturing. I know nothing like this will ever happen again.”

The conversation got lighter as we walked through the woods. We spotted a flight of ducks coming in for a landing on the lake. It seemed a little late for their northward migration, it was early June. We strolled over to the shore where we found a patch of grass. Joanie suggested that we sit and watch the ducks paddle about. I sat, she lounged, laying her head on my lap.

The serenity of the morning, the kiss of the gentle sun, I dozed off still holding Joanie’s head. It was she who awakened me.

She’s worked my flaccid penis out the leg of my shorts then she’d taken it into her mouth. It was like a sensual dream, I awoke to my daughter fellating me. I should have stopped her, I know…I didn’t; the feelings she was giving me were sensational. I stroked her hair. She looked up with her pretty green eyes and smiled then began deep throating my cock.

“Oh God, I’m gonna cum baby, I’m gonna cum,” I moaned.

I expected her to come off, instead she only went faster. As I spewed into her mouth she swallowed as fast as she could, she didn’t miss much. My Little Princess might be a virgin but it was evident that she had some experience at oral.

I wondered if she expected that I’d commute her punishment because of this. If so, she was wrong, in fact her evident past participation with fellatio made me wonder just how much Joanie had gotten into.

I gave her a soft swat on her bottom, saying, “Come on, let’s get back to the cabin. It’s time for your drug test.”

“Oh Daddy, are you going to make me pee in a cup again?”

“Princess, we’ll be testing every day while we’re here.”

Back inside I told her to go into the bathroom and get ready while I got her cup and test strip.

She was seated waiting with her shorts and panties around her ankles. She took the cup, filled it and handed it to me. While she wiped and rearranged her clothing I tested her urine. Still registering cannabis but not as high as the day before. I led her to the bedroom and sat on my spanking chair.

She started to plead, “Daddy, please don’t spank me again.”

I was holding her by the hips, I unzipped her shorts and let them fall to her feet.

“Princess, I’m gonna spank every day that you continue to show positive for marijuana. Not like yesterday but still you’ll feel it,” as I lowered her over my lap.

I gave her ten moderately hard whacks on her panties then bared her bottom and gave her ten more. Joanie was sobbing, I rubbed her back and sides asking if she’d like to lie down for a little while..

“Will you hold me Daddy?” She asked.

“Of course Princess.”

I helped her to stand, guided her to the bed and lay down beside her. She was still wearing her bra and T-shirt but was naked from the waist down, which I tried my best to ignore.

Joanie was snuggled tightly against me, she started to talk but I couldn’t understand her, she was mumbling something about Morgana I asked and she repeated herself.

“Daddy how come you broke up with Morgana and don’t date anymore?”

I had to think how to answer, finally I said, “I guess other things were more important to me.”

She smiled, “Like me, I was really bitchy to Morgana back then, wasn’t I?”

“Well, you did have your moments.”

“I’m sorry but I was jealous, I wanted to be your girl; Kinda dumb, huh?”

“Joanie, you’ll always be my girl, you’re my Little Princess.”

“Daddy, I know you and Morgana had sex a lot, don’t you miss that?”

“Nosey little thing, aren’t we?”

“Well, don’t you?”

“How do you know anything about your old Dad’s sex life, anyhow?”

“My bedroom’s next to yours, I could hear through the wall and Morgana’s kinda noisy, ok?”

He remembered and she certainly was. A lot of ohs, oohs and aahs most nights and moans and groans on Saturday, the night he parted her tight little bottom. God, that was the best, still what he thought about when he jacked off.

“Well, there are some things shouldn’t do; things like listening at her Daddy’s wall. What did you think about what you were hearing?”

Even with their rather intimate position watched her redden in embarrassment, then she whispered, “Daddy, I knew what you two were doing. The internet, you know.”

“And?”

“Oh Daddy, this is so embarrassing, please don’t make me say.”

Rob kept quiet as Joanie squirmed next to him, he gave her a little hug.

“Yes, that’s it, I wanted to be the one in your arms. I’d get so worked up, I’d use my fingers while I listened. I wanted it to be me, I wanted you in me. But now I’m glad it didn’t happen. I felt you today and you’re so big, I know you would have hurt me.”

Rob thought, he wasn’t all that huge, not porn star size. He was a little over 7 ½ inches and a bit chubby.

Now would have been the ideal time to end this conversation but Rob was getting aroused; it had been years since he’d had sex, he held her closer. She sensed the change in him, she could feel his erection climbing against her.

Joanie caught her breath, “Daddy, will it hurt?” She asked.

“Probably a little,” he replied. “Do you want to find out, Princess?”

She wriggled out of her T-shirt and shed her bra, “Touch me Daddy, please touch me.”

Her breasts were milky white capped with small pink nipples.

He caressed them as he drew her closer and kissed her, there was no going back now.

As his lips trailed down sucking and licking one nipple then the other Joanie her first orgasm not brought by her own hand. His hand cupped her plump bottom as he kissed over her soft tummy.

As his probing tongue parted her lips and he laved her vulva, Joanie made her own sounds.

“O0000000000000h yes, Oooooooooo God, she exalted.”

But when his tongue flicked at her clitoris she nearly exploded. Pounding her hips up to meet him she wailed in exotic pleasure. Her juices flowed as her Daddy drank from her sweet fountain. She was sopping, she was ready as he moved over her.

Rob lifted her legs back, exposing her vagina then moved up against her. With his fingers he opened her then guided his cock to her virginal portal.

“Ready Princess?” He said.

He worked his way in. Meeting resistance from her hymen he told her, “This may hurt baby.”

He thrust forward. He felt her tender maidenhead tear, he was in and sliding deeper.

Joanie squirmed under him and moaned as he filled her. There was a tear in one eye as she gasped for breath.

He leaned forward, kissed her and said, “The worst is over,” as he began to stroke in and out.

Rob was glad he’d given Joanie a couple of orgasms with his tongue, he wasn’t sure she was going to cum from the intercourse.

As he continued Joanie began to relax and accept the invasion of her young body. Her legs wrapped around his hips as she thrust back to meet his strokes. Sounds emanated from deep in her throat as she cooed.

“Fuck me Daddy, fuck your Little Princess, oh God yes, fuck me good, fuck me good.”

He did. Stroking her hard and fast Joanie began to tremble under him as she climaxed yet again. He pulled her hard against him as he spewed into her pumping six years of pent-up semen into her, bathing her cervix, migrating into her fallopian tubes, searching for a fertile egg.

“Daddy, you came in me. Am I going to get pregnant?” Joanie asked as they lay together resting.

“We’ll go into town to the pharmacy and get some of the Plan B pills this afternoon because, yes, you could get pregnant.”

“Good. I do want to have your baby but not yet. I want us to have some fun first, don’t you?”

“You bet Princess,” he answered as he pulled her atop him.

“Squat over me,” he instructed as he guided his penis to her vagina.

“Sit on me and take me in.”

Slowly Joanie eased down. She was still sore from the loss of her virginity. She took him completely then rested.

“You’re beautiful Princess,” he said as he admired her.

Her full breasts, her poofie little tummy, her reddish gold sleek pelt and, most of all her alluring face smiling at him.

“I’m glad you came in me Daddy, it makes me feel like a woman. Am I your woman now?”

“Do you want to be?”

“More than anything Daddy, now and forever.”

She loved that top position, felt she was controlling the action. She bounced, hooted and squealed in delight until she’d bathe my balls with the fragrant flood of her climax.

Afterward we showered and drove into town. We had lunch, picked up a few more groceries and stopped at the CVS pharmacy. I bought several Plan B pills and some scented lubricant. The pills for immediate use, of course but the lube was for later, if my Little Princess was going to be my woman more was in store as far as her sexual education was concerned. I’d always had a preference for anal sex, riding my girl from behind as she bucked and moaned; would Joanie be willing? We’d see.

On the ride back we discussed birth control methods. The Plan B pills were a stop gap measure, Joanie decided she’d prefer an IUD.

Joanie didn’t have an adult doctor, she’d only ever seen her pediatrician; once home I phoned her and got a recommendation for an OB/GYN in our area. I had Joanie phone to make her appointment.

She explained what she wanted and was able to get an appointment for the following day. The doctor let her know that she would be doing a complete physical before she could insert an IUD.

Joanie had never had a female physical and asked me what she could expect.

I told her that she’d want to bathe before we left and that she should wear clothing that was easy to get into and out of. She would probably be nude during the exam. Most would be routine, checking her heart beat, ears, nose, throat and eyes then it would become more invasive with a vaginal exam, a bi-lateral exam and possibly even a rectal if the doctor felt it was warranted.

Joanie cringed, “You mean she might stick her fingers up my butt, ungh.”

Truth be told, Rob hoped a rectal would be included, he wanted to see how Joanie would react to anal penetration.

Joanie was as nervous as a long tailed cat in a roomful of rocking chairs as we drove to the doctor’s office and, once there she insisted that I be in the room while she was being examined.

It went as I’d explained, ear, nose, throat, etc. then a breast exam before the pelvic.

The doctor was exceptional as she explained what she was going to do each step of the way.

Two fingers into her vagina then palpitation of her ovaries, insertion of a speculum and a pap smear then a new glove and the bi-manual, one finger in her vagina the second in her anus checking the position of her uterus.

As the doctor withdrew her fingers and shed her glove she gave Joanie a smile.

“Not so bad is it. We’re almost done,” as she regloved.

Because of my explanation Joanie knew what was coming next. She tensed up and pled, “Please, I don’t want that, don’t do that to me.”

Gently the doctor rubbed her tummy saying, “Joanie, I need to do it. I’ll be gentle, I won’t hurt you, I promise.”

She gloved up and visually inspected Joanie’s anus for hemorrhoids or lesions then got one fresh glove.

“Almost done Honey,” she said.

As she talked the doctor was lubricating her index finger. She touched Joanie’s anus, gently pressing and saying, “Just relax, it will be over in a moment or two.”

“Bear down for me Joanie.” As she did so, her sphincters relaxed and the doctor’s finger slid in.

Completing the exam the doctor handed her several tissues, saying, “Maybe you’d like to step into the bathroom and clean up while I get your new IUD.”

The procedure was over, Joanie had a follow-up appointment for two weeks hence and a caution that, although she could immediately be sexually active she might experience some cramping. If so, just take an over the counter pain reliever; Tylenol, Motrin or such and rest a bit.

On the drive home I let her go on about what it was like to be examined. None of it was really pleasant but she fixated on how humiliating the rectal exam was.

“I mean Daddy, she had her finger up me as far as she could go checking my uterus and cervix from the back side, ick.”

Rob chuckled, “What’s so terrible Princess, I’ve had my finger in you lots of times.”

“Oh that’s different, you’re my Daddy, I don’t mind when you do it.”

We’d left early for Joanie’s doctor’s appointment so we’d skipped her morning routine. I handed her a cup and pointed to the bathroom.

She scowled at me but she went; we’d already sorted that out. She felt that since we were sexually active she should be off the hook for the reason that we were here, I disagreed. I followed her to the bathroom and tested. Very low levels of THC but still present.

After her spanking I helped her to the bed. Like I mentioned earlier Joanie was always upset after she’d been punished. Today was no exception.

“Daddy, I’m getting the cramps like the doctor said,” she whimpered.

“Do you want some Tylenol,” I asked.

“Unhuh, please.”

I got two of her suppositories.

“You’ve still got some of the lube in you, I’m going to have to keep my finger in you ‘til your muscles grip them and work them up in you, ok?”

My finger was in her for nearly five minutes. I pulled it out, patted her, gave her a kiss in the cheek and told her, “You have a cute bottom.”

“You really think so, I think it’s too big.”

“No, you’re perfect, plush and plump just like your mother. Now, why not take a nap and let the Tylenol do its work.”

While she napped I went down to the lake and did a little fishing. Didn’t catch anything but that was ok, it was nice to just relax and think.

And I thought, Joanie wants to be my woman, she wants to have my babies and live as my wife. She was eighteen and I was forty-one, we could have several children if she wanted. I’d like for her to get a college education, she was so smart but, I couldn’t deny that I wanted her for my lover if she could pass my final test but that might be difficult. She’d reacted badly to the doctor’s penetration and my cock was one hellava lot bigger than her slim finger; we’d have to see.

I’d started dinner when Joanie groggily wandered into the kitchen.

“Feeling better Princess,” I asked.

“Yeah, just trying to wake up, the cramps are gone,” she said as she got a drink of water.

“Can we play tonight?” She asked.

“You want to?”

She smiled, “I do, I do, I do, sex is fun, don’t you think so?”

“With you it’s heavenly Princess.”

After dinner and dishes we retired to my bedroom.

Joanie hadn’t bothered to dress, in fact she’d taken her shirt and bra off, except for a pair of light slippers she was nude under her robe.

I took her down onto the mattress. Opening the robe I admired her breasts and uttered, “Daddy’s dessert,” as I took one then the other between my lips.

God how I loved the taste and the fragrance of her. I worked along her vulva, nibbling her labia and dipping my tongue into her vagina. I took her clit between my lips, teasing and batting it with my tongue.

She had a trembling, explosive orgasm then a second and third. As I brought her off for the forth time she was pleading for me to stop, wailing in a painful pleasure. She was too sensitive to continue.

I moved up beside her and brought her on top.

“A little cowgirl for my Princess?” I asked.

She was above me and impaled on me in a second. Her favorite position.

I loved watching as she bounced, rocked and rolled to a loud fifth climax. I hadn’t cum.

She was out of breath as she crawled up next to me.

“That was fun Daddy,” she told me.

I let her rest and recover for a few minutes then rolled her onto her belly and straddled her hips.

“I want you from behind tonight Princess. Get up on your knees.”

As I helped her into position I admired her sex. Still a girlish coral pink, “Beautiful, desirable,” I uttered.

I moved up behind her and entered her.

“Princess you have the perfect pussy, damn this feels so good. Do you like it?”

I pulled her back against me as I filled her vagina.

She was already starting to breathe harder, more rapidly.

“You’re in further Daddy, God you’re stretching me. It hurts a little but it’s a nice hurt.”

I began to pump her, I was deeper into her, she winced as I grazed her cervix. I apologized then rode her even harder.

Her normal sounds had changed. She was panting like a small bitch being ridden by a big German Shepherd, she was being dominated, taken. One plaintive moan after another as Rob pounded her cunt with the fucking of her life then with a roar he blasted pulse after pulse of his ropy cum into her

He rode her down to the mattress where she lay, dazed and glassy eyed.

He lay beside her massaging her battered body, caressing her sides and bottom, kissing her teary eyes.

Finally she spoke, “God Daddy, I thought you were going to fuck me to death, you felt so big in me. My poor little pussy’s so sore but at least I know what Morgana got.”

“Why do you say that, about Morgana I mean.”

“I remember her moans. I was moaning just like that when you were riding me. That’s what you were doing, isn’t it?”

He answered, “Close,” as he caressed her bottom.

“What do you mean, ‘Close,’ what were you doing with her?”

Rob gave first one then the other of her plump cheeks a squeeze, “Figure it out Princess.”

As he traced a single finger along her crack he saw the realization and fear flash in her eyes.

“Daddy, you were in her bootie, weren’t you?”

He just smiled at her.

“You’re going to do that to me, aren’t you? Please don’t Daddy, God it would be so stinky and messy. How could Morgana do it?”

“Preparation mostly, she’d make herself clean and we’d use lots of lubricant.”

“Prepare how?”

“Just a light meal the night before then enemas several hours before.”

“Did Morgana like it? Why’d she moan so loud?”

“She liked it ok but mostly she did it for me, she knows how much I like anal sex. She got a little pain from it but, like you, she likes a little bit of pain with the pleasure.”

“I don’t think I want to do that Daddy, just thinking about it, talking about it scares me. I don’t think I could take your big cock up in my belly.”

They dropped the subject and over the next two weeks nothing more was said. Their sex life was frequent and active, exploring various positions. Joanie had begun to enjoy being taken from behind. She liked the feel of the extra inch or two that Rob could get into her although it still wore her out when he fucked her hard. Afterwards he always massaged her, helped her to relax. He spent a lot of time on her soft bottom, caressing and kissing, occasionally gently pressing and circling her tight ring.

The first time he used his tongue on her there it was like she’d been struck by lighting. She tried to jump up but he held her down and continued to rim her until she’d relaxed. When he added a finger to her clit he could bring her to climax that way.

The first time he slid up on her back and ran his cock along her crack, touching her she was so frightened she nearly wet herself but he whispered, “It’s ok Princess, I’m not going to enter you. Slowly he ran his cock up and down, brushing against her anus with each stroke.

With the head of his cock pressed against her anus he whispered, “I’m gonna cum,” as he spewed on her tight ring.

“That wasn’t so bad now was it Princess?”

“No Daddy, it felt kinda nice.”

He now knew, she would eventually surrender. Slowly she was accepting anal attention and getting pleasure from it.

The two weeks had flown since she’d gotten her IUD. The follow-up appointment found no problems. Joanie was ok for a year unless something untoward happened.

On the way home from the doctor’s Rob stopped at the supermarket and got the makings for a salad. That was going to be tonight’s supper.

Joanie’s urine was clear, she was no longer forced to give him a specimen each day and she no longer got her spankings. Everything was going beautifully except one and it was time.

After their light supper Rob catered to Joanie’s every sexual desire. Oral then cowgirl followed by a slow tender missionary. He ignored her bottom and they ended the evening spooning, him in her as they drifted off to sleep.

Breakfast was a single poached egg, one slice of toast, juice and coffee.

As they cleaned up Joanie was overcome by an ominous feeling. She was wearing only her slippers, a pair of panties and her robe.

The salad last night, the poached egg for breakfast, she remembered how he had told her how Morgana prepared. He was getting her ready for anal sex, she just knew the enemas would be next.

“Daddy,” she rasped.

As he turned to look at her he saw her fear; she knew. As he watched her bladder failed her.

“I’m scared,” she sobbed.

With her urine dripping down her legs Rob helped her to the bathroom, took her slippers, panties and robe and eased her into the tub.

“Get cleaned up Princess then we can finish, ok.”

She could see into the bedroom from the bath. She heard water running in the kitchen then she watched as he set a full five gallon bucket beside the bed. Her fearful eyes tracked him as he got the red bulb enema syringe and a lube of lubricant and lay them on the bed then he returned to the bathroom.

He reached for her hand saying, “Come on Princess, it’s time.”

She pulled back whimpering, “I don’t want to Daddy.”

Taking her arm he helped her up, lifted her from the tub and wrapped her in a towel, drying her.

“I want my robe,” she said.

“You won’t need it for a little while,” he told her as he led her into the bedroom.

Still holding her hand he walked to the bed and sat down then guided her across his lap.

She felt him touch her, the chill of the lubricant as he fingered her hole.

“Daddy, please,” she wailed, as she felt him spread her cheeks and insert the syringe.

After five bulbs she was sobbing and cramping. He helped her to lie on her back then he massaged her abdomen working the water deeper, up her descending colon, across her transverse colon and down her ascending colon.

He continued to massage her saying, “Let the water do its work.”

When the cramping got to severe he helped her to the commode then left so she could evacuate privately.

He could hear the splash of fecal matter, the sounds of escaping gas and his little girl’s moans. When it was finally quiet and she had wiped he flushed and led her back to the bedroom.

A second five bulb enema followed by a third and finally a small three bulb insertion and she was running clear.

He’d gotten a clean robe and panties for her while she was in the bathroom. Another quick bath and she lay down on the bed, exhausted from her enema ordeal.

“Just rest Princess,” he said.

“Daddy, when are we going to do it?”

“We want to wait three hours after your enemas,” glancing at his watch he added, “It’s

With a tremble she pled, “Can’t we wait ‘til tonight?”

He hesitated, should he tell her the truth? If nothing else he was always honest with her.

“Princess, noon will be the first time. We’re going to do it four or five times over the course of the day.”

“Oh Daddy,” she moaned.
“Joanie, I want to break you in as quickly as possible. I’m afraid you’re going to become quite familiar with light meals and enemas, now, get some rest.”

Joanie couldn’t imagine being able to rest but in her exhausted state she was sleeping within minutes.

Gently he shook her, “It’s noon Princess,” he said as he rolled her panties off.

She started to whine but then she felt his lovely tongue on her. God how she adored receiving oral sex. After he’d given her three orgasms he sat up and pulled her across his lap. She saw him pick up the lubricant from the pillow.

First one finger then two in her, pushing the lube deep into her and stretching her sphincters then more lube. He helped her to lie next to him on her tummy.

He talked to her.

“You’ve got plenty of lube. Remember how the doctor had you push down when she put her finger in you? I want you to do the same thing. When you feel me press against you push down like you’re trying to potty, understand.”

“A quivery voice answered, “Yes Daddy.”

“Remember how I was on your back rubbing against you? We’re going to do it the same way, you’ll lie on your tummy and I’ll lie on your back. That’s the easiest way for the girl and, Princess once I’m in I won’t come out until I’ve cum in you.”

He massaged her hips and bottom then straddled her and lay on her back. He slid his penis along her crack several times then guided it to her opening.

“Push Princess,” he said as he thrust forward. The head of his cock split her sphincters and he was in her.

God, it’s not like in the porno films Joanie thought; this hurts, burning like fire. She heard the first of what she knew would be many moans, Oooooooooo damn this hurts.

“Daddddddddy, oh Daddddddddy, it hurts.”

“I know Princess, try to relax. Christ, I love your bottom. You’re so tight, like a velvet glove gripping me. You’re the best Joanie, the very best.”

He was not completely in yet, he hadn’t begun to pump he was slowly moving deeper into her. Her tissues were tender and, as a virgin she was being stretched to accommodate his girth. That’s why he wanted her several times this first day, he wanted her broken in. As he bottomed out he rested, waiting for what he knew would come next.

Joanie continued to moan and sob then suddenly she tried to squirm out from under him.

“I’ve got to go, Daddy, please let me up, I’ve gotta go now,” she wailed.

It happened nearly every time with an unschooled anal virgin, she was afraid she’d embarrass herself, she desperately needed the toilet, she had to move her bowels.

He held her down as she fought to escape.

“Princess, you had your enemas, you don’t have to go. That’s not feces, that’s my cock filling your rectum. Just relax I’m going to fuck you now,” as he started to pump her.

God, there’s no feeling in the world like a young girl’s virgin anus and rectum. The unbelievably tight grip of her sphincter muscles squeezing his erection, fighting him, trying to reject him. It would always be wonderful but it would never be quite the same. She’d be looser each future time. That wasn’t all bad, she would be taught how to flex those muscles to squeeze and masturbate him and he could play a little rougher.

“Tighten up, squeeze me, help me cum Princess,” he told her.

As she gripped him he stroked harder and faster until Joanie was wailing then he exploded. Pulse after streaming pulse spewed into her, he thought he’d never stop cumming, it felt like he’d pumped a quart into her yet he stayed in her until he’d softened. As he fell out he could see that she was dripping, she had a huge anal cream pie.

Joanie’s moans had quieted, she looked up at him with her tear stained eyes.

“I love you, you know. Am I your woman now?”

He kissed her eyes and then her lips, “Yes you’re my woman for now and for ever.”

“You kinda forced me, didn’t you?”

“Yes, I guess I did and for that I’m sorry.”

“I’m not. I knew I’d have to do it sometime. It did hurt but, in truth, the anticipation was worse than the reality.”

“I’m glad you feel that way but now I think you might want to sit on the potty for a little while then put a pair of panties on and come lie down with me. I’m going to be draining out of you for a while and it could get messy.”

When she came back she lay on her stomach, her head on his chest and asked, “You said I was the best, did you really mean it?”

“Princess you’re fantastic. Far and away the best I’ve ever enjoyed.”

“You’ve done it with other girls; I know you did it with Morgana, who else?”

“Nosey Little Princess.”

“Did you do it with Mommy? Did you, huh?”

“Frequently.”

“Other girls?”

“A few.”

“What was it like with Morgana?”

“Joanie, she’s so slender with her small little butt, I always felt I had to take it easy with her. I like plump bottoms, like Mommy’s and even more so, like yours, you’re absolutely perfect.”

“Would you do it with Morgana again?”

“Couldn’t, it would piss you off and I don’t want that.”

“No it wouldn’t, before I was jealous but no more. I’m your girl now, if you want to you can. In fact I wouldn’t mind watching.”

“Really, why?”

“Daddy, I know what it feels like, maybe I’d like to see what it looks like.”

“We’ll see.”

“Just think about it.”

They’d been resting for about an hour when Rob said, “Ready to go again.”

Joanie shimmied out of her panties and lay face down on the bed.

Taking a pillow and placing it beside her hips he said, “We’re going to try a different position this time.” He rolled her onto her back with her hips on the pillow so that her bottom was elevated.

“I want to be able to see your pretty face,” he told her as he added a little lubricant, she was still pretty slick from before.

As he moved up to her he lifted her legs and asked her to pull them back toward her chest, adding, “Remember to push when I ask, ok?”

“Ok Daddy.”

“Push Princess.”

When he popped into her she grimaced and groaned. As he slid forward Joanie moaned and one eye teared. When he was completely in he rested.

“Feel the fullness again Princess?”

A pained, “Unhuh,” rasped from deep in her throat.

“I know you’re probably feeling some pain. I’m stretching you, your anus and rectum, but eventually you’ll be able to take me in easily.”

“God I hope so Daddy.”

Still resting he massaged her breasts and leaned forward to kiss her.

“My Little Princess, beautiful of face, succulent of breast, with her soft white tummy and golden curls; I could just eat you up.”

Maybe later he would but she thought not, she was sure that today would be devoted exclusively to attention to her bottom.

“Joanie, have you ever pleasured yourself with your fingers?”

“Daddddddddy, what kind of a question is that. God, even in this position you can embarrass me.”

Rob took her hand and guided it between her legs.

“I think it will feel good, especially when I’m pumping you.”

Reaching down he opened her lips, at the top her clit was glistening, he directed her fingers saying, “rub.”

After several strokes Joanie was rubbing herself in rhythm with his pumping her. If he sped up, she sped up; if he slowed, so did she. Her sounds changed from exclusively moans to throaty moans interspaced with a gurgling, cooing sound.

As he watch she closed her eyes and a small smile played across her lips.

“Nice,” he asked.

She just nodded her agreement.

He stroked her for about ten minutes then forced her legs further back and thrust hard into her, roaring, “I’m cumming, I’m cumming.”

Joanie’s body trembled, as Rob’s cum poured into her, her own juices were flooding out in one of the strongest orgasms she’d ever experienced. He continued to pump her as she kept her fingers flying until they were both drained.

“God that was intense Daddy.”

“Yeah, it was, wasn’t it; you liked?”

“My poor bottom’s sore but my little pussy’s sure happy.”

It was moving toward late afternoon, Rob said, “Let’s grab a shower and get a bite to eat.”

As they sat eating ham sandwiches with chips and cole slaw Joanie said, “That position was kinda neat, how we could watch each other’s faces, see each other’s eyes. Is that your favorite position?”

“I like it for just those reasons but, no, my favorite is girl under on her knees, me behind her.”

“Why, what do you like about it?”

“You know how you like cowgirl, how you can ride me, bounce and really get into it?”

“Yeah, I sure do.”

“It’s a little like that, I like letting her feel my strength, all of my length and girth, giving her a rough ride.”

“God, you make it sound like she’s in a dominated, subservient position.”

“Maybe she is, maybe she is.”

“Is that what we’re going to do later?”

“No, you’re not ready for that. I like to play hard, I’d hurt you. Eventually we’ll get there but not yet.”

“What are we going to do next?”

With a grin, he answered, “You’ll just have to wait.”

The wait wasn’t long. He took her hand and led her back to the bedroom. She stepped out of her slippers, he helped her out of her robe and rolled her panties off.

Sitting on the bedside he guided her over his lap saying, “We need to relubricated you after the shower.”

Her little ring was red; the vigorous workout she’d received was evident as he fingered the lube into her.

He started with her on her back but without the pillow. Lifting her legs he entered her, again he paused when he was fully in her so she’d experience the full feeling in her bowels before slowly pumping her a few times then he started to turn her.

She thought he was going to move behind her and she wasn’t ready for that yet but once she was on her side he straddled her lower leg and held her top leg up as he moved against her.

With one hand holding her top hip his other massaged her abdomen.

As he began thrusting deeply into her she saw a small smile appear on his lips.

He continued to hold her lower tummy, then taking her hand and guiding it to her abdomen low, just above her pubic bone he said, “Feel.”

She was startled, it was as if something alive was in her belly, she could feel it and, when she looked down she could even see movement.

“That’s me in you Princess.”

“It feels weird, like something alive was in me.”

“Oh, it’s alive and hungry for some more Princess. Now give yourself some fingers and maybe we can get off together.”

Finished, Rob told her, “Why not clean up a little and come back. I want a some of my Princess dessert; put on a little make-up, lipstick and eye liner, I want you sexy.

“Really,” she exalted as she leapt from the bed.

“Really, now hurry up, Daddy’s hungry.”

Rob was lying on his back when she returned.

“Sit on my chest facing me,” he directed.

“Now scoot forward .”

“Perfect.” And it was, her pretty pink pussy was right at his lips.

“Can you see?” He asked.

“No,” she pouted.

“Would you like to?”

She bounced a little, “Yes, yes, yes.”

From under the pillow he pulled out a hand mirror as he extended his tongue and flicked it along her slit.

Accompanied by her ohs, ahs, coos and Oh my Gods, he tongued her for over ten minutes before he sucked the ruby red tip of her clit between her lips.

She couldn’t keep her concentration on watching, she dropped her mirror, grabbed his head and pounded her pussy against his lips until she came with a rush and gush of tasty, tangy peach flavored girl juice.

He stayed on her until she pulled away.

“Like that?” He asked.

“Oh Daddy, that was awesome. I want a mirror every time.”

“Well, take the things off the dresser and tilt the mirror a little, I think you’ll be able to watch.??