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Here is a story for submission. It's "headers" might be:
ped (10) Mg "rape" "incest" bdsm romantic

Title:
Our Girls

for jsm

I had a big problem. I was lusting after my daughter, Sally. She was
only ten, and very cute. Her mother had abandoned us both when Sally
was just a toddler. Fortunately I was fairly well placed due to some
family money, and I was able to earn even more through computer
consulting from home. So I raised Sally by myself pretty
well. I even home schooled her. Sally was a good little girl, and
never gave me any fuss about eating her vegetables, coming to church,
or going to bed at night. But it seemed the natural thing to do to
spank her whenever she misbehaved even a little bit, although I never
spanked her very hard.

I guess it sort of crept up on me. As she got a little bigger, I began
to make sure she got a spanking nearly every day. Of course I still
didn't spank her very hard. And I got in the habit of rubbing her
little bottom afterwards, which seemed to soothe her. Eventually her
spankings sort of...migrated, until, by the time she was 8 or 9, I was
spanking her regularly, not only on her bottom, but also her thighs,
front and back, her anus, and her little cleft!

Of course, when I would spank her, my rod would swell alarmingly. What
was even worse, though she never gave any overt sign that she was
aware of what was going on, I began to perceive that she would
purposefully earn herself a spanking, and spread her slender thighs to
receive her "between-the-legs" smacks (as she called them). Then she
would seem to press her little hips down against my lap in a most
disturbing fashion. I know I should have simply quit using corporal
punishment, but her behavior was exemplary, so I thought, "If it ain't
broke, don't fix it," and besides...At any rate, I was saved from worse
trouble by a friend.

I met him through the internet, of course; you don't talk about these
things in public, not if you want to avoid very nasty consequences. He
was responding to a "preteen's punishment" story I had posted to an
anonymous archive. We began to cautiously correspond by (very secure!)
e-mail. We discovered some startling similarities between us: we were
both churchgoers, both single men (he was a widower) raising a preteen
girl, and both believed in corporal punishment. We confided in each
other that we both loved our daughters very much, and were disturbed
by the strong temptation to molest them, although we had held out so
far against overt action beyond the admittedly sexualized spankings we
gave them. We both feared for their futures, in this uncertain world,
with so many even more unsavory characters than ourselves.

We came up with an idea. We introduced our daughters to each other via
a private chat line. They loved it, and were soon corresponding
regularly. By mutual consent we hired private investigators, to check
each other's backgrounds. Nothing suspicious was found for either one
of us. We were both indeed church-going professionals leading quiet
lives with our daughters. Soon we arranged a meeting in a safe, public
place. We brought the kids along. It was set up so that, if either one
of us didn't like the look of things, we could cancel and not even
know the other was there. But everything looked OK to us both, so we
met. He was a reasonably good-looking guy, about my age. His daughter,
Linda, was about like Sally: stick-thin, like so many preteens, a
little gawky, and cute as a button. They hit it off immediately,
continuing their relationship "live" just as if they had known each
other forever.

We moved into a large house together, to facilitate the plan. We did
our best to encourage close friendship, not only between the girls,
but also between our daughters and each other. It worked well. My
daughter herself told me she thought **** was a "dreamboat", and I
understand similar comments were heard in his side of the house.

We also both continued our usual policy of corporal punishment of the
girls, but began to include each other in the action. We waited for a
day when the girls had gotten into a little trouble together. We sat
on the couch and called the girls to stand before us.

"You've been naughty, haven't you, Sally?" I inquired. She just
nodded, shyly. "You know what that means, don't you?" I said. She
nodded again, but I insisted, "Tell me out loud!"

"You're going to spank me, but Daddy," she protested, "Not in front of
Linda and Uncle ****!" (The girls had taken to calling us "Uncle";
sweet, eh?)

"You're both going to punished together, right here and right now,
isn't that right, ****?" My "partner" nodded solemnly.

"Oh, Daddy!" they both wailed, but to no avail. Without further todo,
we both tipped our preteen daughters over our laps, tossed up their
skirts and pulled down their panties, and proceeded to give them a
brisk, business-like spanking on their bare bottoms. WAK! WAP! SWAP!
"AAA! OOO! OH-OH-OH!!" they moaned as their bottoms became fetchingly
reddened.

When we let them up they bounced to their feet, panties around their
ankles, rubbing their sore bottoms. We sent them shuffling to the
corner to stand for a while, panties down, skirts tucked into their
waistbands. They blushed prettily, knowing that their "uncles" could
see their bare bottoms.

I must admit, it was extremely...stimulating to be spanking my cute
little daughter's bare bottom, while seeing (and hearing!) an equally
cute little preteen girl get spanked as well. I could tell that ****
had equally enjoyed the experience. We decided to take it to the next
level as soon as possible.

Perhaps the girls wanted us to do just that, for it wasn't long before
they had misbehaved again, and were again standing before us awaiting
punishment. "You've both been very naughty," I said.

"And because of that, we've decided that we need to punish you in a
special way, this time," **** intoned. "To emphasize how naughty
you've been, you each will be spanked by the other's father."

"Oh, Daddy, do we have to??!!" they protested. "It's so embarrassing!"

But it was no use; we were determined. By prior arrangement, we
started out spanking them through their thin cotton panties. But
midway through, we exchanged nods and pulled the panties down and
continued to smack them on their bare bottoms, to their blushing
distress.

After that, we frequently punished each other's daughters. We advanced
to more varied forms of discipline. We made them stand up next to each
other, naked from the waist down, while we plied peach switches on the
backs of their thighs and their bottoms, judging their punishment by
their cries and the network of thin red lines produced. Another time
we stripped them completely naked. They were both so fetching, with
their little breast buds just barely breaking the plane of their
chests, and their unfledged little clefts peeping out between their
slim thighs. They looked like angels in despair, as we added the strap
on the front of their thighs to our repertoire.

We both tried to get some sense of what the girls thought of all this.
As far as we could tell, while finding it embarrassing and punishing,
they didn't object in any other way. We hit on the idea of "bugging"
their bedrooms to see what they really thought. A digital video and
miniature mike did the trick.

What we found blew us away, and triggered the next step, designed to
deal with our mutual "problem" once and for all. This is a sample of
what we heard:

Linda: "Man, they really let us have it today, didn't they!"
Sally: "Yeah. Boy, my bottom really stings, doesn't yours?"
Linda: "Yeah, sure does. So, waddya wanna do to get spanked again,
huh?"
Sally: "I dunno. We've kinda run outa stuff that's not TOO bad,
y'know."
Linda: "I know, but we gotta figure out something! I can't
stand the thought of your dad not spanking me again. It makes me
feel...I don't know, but it's something, isn't it!"
Sally: "Sure is! It
makes that button, you know, that place between our legs? It makes
mine go all tingly. Does yours?"
Linda: "You said it! Sometimes I just
gotta rub it, after we get spanked, especially when they strip us
naked!"
Sally: "Let's rub them now!"

And with that, we were treated to the incredibly stimulating sight
(and sound!) of our precious preteen daughters masturbating to a
sweet, yipping orgasm each! That sealed it. We put our plan into
action the next day.

After breakfast we sat the girls down for a talk. We mentioned to them
how lonely we had been without their mothers; they already knew that.
We also told them that we both loved them both very much. They knew
that, too. We told them that we had a special proposition for them.

We explained to them that we each were falling in love with the
other's daughter. Their eyes widened, and they seemed pleased. We told
them that it was becoming hard for us to suppress our desire for them;
they seemed both pleased and a little confused at that, but we plunged
on. For us to all stay together as we had been would be too tormenting
for us, we said. Despite their being so young, we were in love with
them, and wanted to be with them like "boyfriend and girlfriend", like
husband and wife. But, if we did that, there were some things we
needed to tell them.

The girls seemed disposed to continue, so I plunged on, "You know we
both love both of you very much, right?" They nodded happily. "And
we've both punished you for some time now. Does your punishment hurt
really bad, or not really so bad?" They looked at each other, giggled,
and allowed that it `wasn't really so bad'. "We know we've never
punished either one of you very severely, and we both appreciate it
that even though you sometimes got yourselves in trouble on purpose to
get a spanking, you've never really misbehaved badly. So your
punishments never needed to hurt really badly. Now if we go through
with this, you need to realize you both will continue to be punished,
and sometimes in some new ways. Some of these ways might seem strange
or uncomfortable at first, but you'll have to go along with them,
because I will be Linda's husband, and master, and daddy, and she will
be my wife, my slave, and my daughter. And the same goes for you,
Sally, and Mr **** . Do you both know what it would mean, to be
husband and wife?" I asked.

Sally nodded slowly. "Uh-huh!" Linda piped up, "It means you get to
rape me, and my Daddy gets to rape Sally, right?"

We were both a little dumbfounded at her forthrightness, but we had to
acknowledge that she understood. "But there's something you should
know about that, girls. Even though we usually don't make your
punishments hurt very bad, when we rape you, there's no way around it,
it'll probably hurt, maybe a lot. It doesn't last long, but I wanted
to make sure you knew about that." Then we told them that we were
leaving it up to them; if they didn't want to get married to the other
one's father, then we would split the household up, and we both would
seek wives as soon as possible, and maybe even have to send the girls
off to boarding school; the temptation was simply getting to be too
much!

We let them think about it alone with each other for a few minutes; we
were going to give them longer than that, but they came pelting into
the room we had retired to and fairly jumped each at the other's
father, clearly indicating their desire to proceed with our plan! We
were so gratified and filled with love for them that we spent many
minutes just hugging and kissing, first each other's daughter, then
our own, then each other's again.

We couldn't resist. Before we went any farther, we told the girls,
"Don't you think you both have been very naughty, lately?" They nodded
shyly. "Then you both had better get some very special punishment,
hadn't you?" They looked at each other and sort of "gulped", then came
and stood before us as we sat on the couch. We pulled our future
child-brides down across our laps, tossed up their skirts, and pulled
down their panties. WAP, SWAK, SMACK! "O-O-O-O!" they moaned as their
bottoms were reddened.

We stood them up and told them to take their clothes off. They blushed
and fidgeted as they stood before us, two pretty little naked preteen
girls in front of two grown men. We advanced on our respective victims
as they trembled and whimpered. I seized Linda's bottom with my left
hand, and proceeded to spank her directly on her little unfledged
girlcleft with my right, SMAK, WAK! "AAAA!" she cried out, and "OOOOH!
AAH!" as I continued to smack her on her little sex, making her jerk
and shiver.

Meanwhile Sally was bent over, grasping her ankles, as **** whipped
her bottom and anus with the riding crop! WAAK! WAPP! "OH! OH! OH!" my
little girl cried out as she experienced such strict, intimate
punishment.

Then we picked the girls up and laid them down on the couches. We
kissed them sweetly, forehead, glabella, tip of the nose, full on the
lips, then nibbled on their slender necks. Then we fastened our lips
and teeth on their breastbuds and nipples, sucking, biting, pulling,
as they moaned and gasped. We slid down to their bellybuttons, and in
almost perfect time blew flurbishes in their navels as they giggled.

Then we were there, almost raping their little girlclefts with our
mouths, tasting the sweet musk of preteen girlhood, pressing our
tongues firmly against their hymens, then catching each one's clitoris
in a long excruciating bite between tongue and teeth, driving them to
the point of orgasm. We swiftly stood up and began to spank them full
on each one's cleft and clitoris as they yelled and bucked and sobbed,
driving them over the edge into sweet preteen orgasm.

Needless to say, after that experience, we were all eager to get
moving as quickly as possible.  The move to *****-land was uneventful,
we dads having prepared passports, a place to live, and all the other
arrangements well in advance. We located the minister who was willing
to perform the ceremony, and were married to our little girls in no
time.

One thing we both wanted, and made sure we instructed the girls in,
was how they were to address us now. We told them that they should
call their new husband "Daddy", and their "bio-father" Mr ----- . They
seemed to have no problem with this, and Linda immediately began
calling me "Daddy", and Sally did likewise with **** .

That evening we gathered in our new family room. It was nicely
appointed, with two generous divans (fitted, unbeknownst to the girls,
with straps suitable for bondage), and a table now laden with various
implements of punishment. There was a pleasant fire on the hearth.
**** and I sat down, and the girls sat on our laps. We hugged and
kissed them for a while, savoring their sweetness, caressing their
slender forms.

I began to center on little Linda's charms more pointedly, fondling
and tweaking her little breastbuds and nipples through her thin
blouse.  She writhed and gasped most fetchingly. I could hear Sally
give voice to ****'s handling of her across the room as well. I ran my
hand down her front and seized her cleft suddenly through her skirt.
She jumped, and gave a little yip, but then sighed and relaxed to the
attention.

After a short but pleasurable bit of that pasttime, I stood her up and
said, "Young lady, you've been very naughty. Little girls who've been
naughty need to be punished, don't they?"

"Oh, yes Daddy, but please, Daddy, please!" she exclaimed prettily.
"Must I be punished??!!"

"Right now, young lady!" I answered sternly, and without further ado I
bent her underneath my arm, tossed up her skirt, pulled down her thin
cotton panties, and gave her a brisk, businesslike spanking on her
bare preteen bottom. I was dimly aware that my daughter was receiving
similar treatment, but by now I was so entranced with my own little
preteen slave-wife that I was nearly oblivious to anything else.
Little Linda moaned and danced so sweetly as I spanked her trim
bottom, SMAK-WAK-WAP!

After I had reddened her sufficiently, I stood her up, as she sniffled
and sobbed a bit. "Take off your clothes this instant, young lady!" I
commanded sternly.

She dithered for a moment, whimpering, "Oh, Daddy,
please-please-please!"

I smacked her on her bare thigh, saying, "Right now, little missy!"

She trembled as she pulled her dress over her head and stepped out of
her panties. "Leave your shoes and socks on," I told her. Now she
stood naked before me except for knee socks and saddle shoes. She was
heartbreakingly slender, with a face like an angel in despair, after
her spanking. Her breasts were mere buds, nipples barely breaking the
plane of her chest. Her hips only barely began to think about flaring.
Her little unfledged cleft was sweetly displayed between her thighs.

I circled her slowly, slapping a riding crop in my palm. She shivered
and caught her lower lip in her teeth, eyes half closed. I suddenly
flashed the crop out, smacking her on the back of her thighs, SMACK!
"AAA!" she cried out, and "OO!  AAH!" as I whipped her repeatedly on
the back, then the front of her thighs. Then I worked on her
beautiful bottom, watching the crop SLAP! onto her tender flesh,
hearing her cry out, admiring the gentle red glow imparted to her
cheeks, both bottom and facial!

I turned my attention to her chest. I just stood in front of her,
eyeing her little nipples and breast buds for a while, while she
squirmed and blushed. Then I brought the strap-end of the crop down
sharply on first one nipple, then the other, SMAK! SWAP! "AAAA! OOOO!"
she cried out wildly. I continued to whip her little breasts for a
while, leaving her nipples erect and fetchingly reddened. I reached
out and seized her nipples and breastbuds with both hands, and kneaded
and worked them as she gasped and moaned.

I paused for a moment and squirted some lubricant on the fingers of my
left hand. I seized her buttocks as she stood and probed deeply for
her anus (I had made sure she had emptied herself in the bathroom
before we started the punishment session), piercing and penetrating
the little preteen's bottomflower with first one, then two, then
finally three fingers. Meanwhile I took a small tawse and whipped her
unfledged cleftlips repeatedly, WAPP! SMAK! "AAAAA! OO-OO-OO-OO!" she
cried out and cried out as her little sex was punished so intensely.

Finally I could hold back no longer. I picked her up and positioned
her in knee-chest on the divan. I said, "Now, young lady, you're
really going to be punished. I'm going to rape you of the maidenhood
of your anus!" With that I positioned the head of my rod at her
rosebud, and thrust hard, piercing her tenderness and driving deep
within her.

"AAAAAAA!" she screamed, and sobbed and wailed for a while, as I just
held her, staying buried within her all the while, kissing her hair
and stroking her gently. Soon her distress died down to the occasional
sob and sniffle. I began to work my rod in and out of her, long and
slow at first, then fast and hard, as I reached around and seized her
clitoris.

The feeling of raping a little preteen girl's anus was indescribable:
warm, tight, soft, every thrust bringing a fresh cry to her lips and a
jerk to her slender form. In just a few strokes I couldn't help it, I
was spilling my seed in her rectum. We collapsed on the divan and I
held her close for a while as her sobs died away.

I carried her to the shower and cleaned us up. I carefully washed her
with a rough terrycloth, paying particular attention to her nipples,
cleft, and anus. When she squirmed a bit in response, I just
commanded, "Hold still, young lady!" Pressing her front against the
cold tile, I spanked her sharply on her bottom, then parted her legs
and smacked her on her girlcleft. After that she held still, but
moaned and whimpered as I scrubbed her tender intimate parts.

Afterwards I dried her, again spending extra time on her nipples and
cleft as she trembled. Then I told her to go back to the family room
and lay down on the divan. She knew what was coming, and dithered for
a moment, saying, "Oh, Daddy, must I??!!"

"No nonsense, young lady!" I sternly replied. "It's time for you to be
punished severely. I'm going to rape you of your maidenhead right
now!" Then I swatted her bottom and sent her snuffling on her way.

Once she was on the divan, I began to kiss her all over, starting at
her forehead, then her eyelids, cheeks, then spending some time with
long sweet kisses on her mouth. I nuzzled her neck for a while, then
slid down to her nipples, biting and sucking as she gasped. I
flurbished her navel to hear her giggle, and then I seized her cleft
with my lips, probing to her hymen with my tongue, savoring her unfledged
sweetness again. Once more I punished her clitoris with my tongue and
teeth, catching it in a long pulling bite that left her bucking and
moaning.

Soon she was as ready as she'd be. I positioned the head of my rod
between her nether lips, then thrust firmly into her unfledged preteen
sex, driving for her cervix, raping her of her maidenhead. She
gave a short scream, then sobbed and moaned for a while. I just held
her again, kissing her hair, and waited for her distress to die down.
After a while the little preteen's sobs subsided, and I began
to rape her in earnest, first with long, slow strokes, then fast and
hard, wrenching cry after cry from her sweet lips. Since I had already
spent myself in her anus, I was able to carry on much longer, even
though the knowledge and sensation of raping a ten-year-old girl was
nearly overwhelmingly powerful; so tight, yet tender, her little body
so fetching as she jerked and spasmed with each thrust, her little
voice yipping and yiping rhythmically.

As I punished her steadily, pistoning in and out mercilessly, her
little cries became more hoarse, her slender hips bucking, and soon
she was shouting out her sweet preteen orgasm, "AAAAA! AAAAA! AAAAA!".
This drove me to near distraction, and after a few more punishing
strokes into her abused cleft, I poured my seed at her cervix.

Through the haze of desire and pleasure, I was dimly aware that Sally
was similarly being punished and ravished, and indeed, even as Linda
gave voice to the rape of her virginity, my little daughter was also
crying out under ****'s full weight as he likewise drove for her
cervix, grinding his pubic bone against her prepubescent clitoris.

In the afterglow, we cuddled and held our punished preteen
girls naked on our laps, nuzzling their silky hair and stroking their
tender bottoms and breasts. They buried their faces in our chests, and
soon they fell asleep. We carried them to bed. Tomorrow would be
another day of sweet punishment and rape of our pretty little
ten-year-olds.

And we'll live happily ever after!

by cc
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