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Mother asked her Boyfriend to Disapline Me’Sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind’.Never has a sentence been most appropriate when dealing with girls. Even back in time, the Greeks despised us, ‘Little girls were for baby making only’, even when some were not old enough to ovulate.No, the powerful men of the famous 300, were into boys asses, and the girls were left to finger themselves.Which brings me to my experiences and the pain inflicted on the new generation from the previous one, like my own mother’s perversions, a realization her daughter is attracting more attention, and she is a fading beauty, racked with jealousy.I had been involved in drinking alcohol at school, I was thirteen and at that awkward age, a girl without a father figure, wild and undisciplined, to such an extent, when my mother found out, she exploded.A sense of powerlessness, had engulfed her. She was pissed as usual and her current boyfriend was there, open-mouthed listening to the cat fight that ensued, and in the end, left my mother in tears.She turned to her ‘Redneck’ boyfriend and just said, ‘Can you do anything with her’?He stood up and advanced towards me, ‘Little girl’, he said, ‘you need a good ass walloping’, and as he advanced, he unbuckled his belt and the bulge in his crotch just grew, out of mothers sight, not that she fucking cared.’Momma, stop him’, I said, my eyes firmly fixed at that growing bulge.Up until them I was off limits, some of her lovers had been caught leering at me, as I traipsed around in my knickers and braless tops, a little girl learning her art of teasing, this only excited her lovers but made momma jealous.His sarız escort eyes were glazed and as wide as saucers, he stopped, towering over me, his thick leather belt doubled up and hanging menacing from his huge fist, ‘You wanna go through with this Pia’, he said as he stared at me with a steely gaze, a rabbit caught in the glare of an oncoming car, he did not want me to escape, this was an unexpected pleasure for him, u******e, half woman, half girl, and trembling in fear.Mother saw this change in me, she somehow, in her bedazzled drunk mind, saw his meaning, discipline, I needed that missing father figure discipline back into my mind, and as I sat there she started at me, and her eyes drifted over the back of this man now towering over me, ‘Take your underwear off’, she said, and my mind went blank.I looked up at him, he had a gratuitous grin spread all over his face, this man was going to see me as no man had ever seen before, then beat down on me, it was like a sado-masochistic sexual urge was coursing through his ice cold veins, I could visualize his powerful arm rising with the leather tause whistling through a wide arc, before dispensing the kinetic energy on the soft flanks of my buttocks, with a loud cracking noise, a deep distortion of my buttocks and a rising welt, not to mention urine escaping from my vagina, which was on full show to his lusting eyes.Mother must have known this, suddenly she was in favour again, as his affection for her had been whetted, now she allowed him access to me, ‘Give him more control over me, and he would love her more’.’You heard your mamma girl, get those pretty little panties off’, and as he spoke, he turned his head back and looked at my mother, who just sat there frozen to my pleas, her shaking hand gripping her glass, she was picking up on the powerful sexual tones now firing this bestial man, she was caught up in his lusting for me.’Do as he says’, she said, her voice thick like treacle, ‘Do everything he says, he is your daddy from now on’.There was a powerful undertone rippling across the room, even my nipples were hardening, as I rose shakily to my feet, my body had adopted a subservient and submissive posture, my heart pounded in my chest, and as I rose I caught my image in the full length mirror on the wall.My green sided tank top, with its muslin back, was see through, so my lack of protecting brassiere, clearly showed my vulnerability, my nipples were obviously hard, and possibly sending the wrong message to him as he fixated on those blood engorged erogenous peaks of femininity. My long legs clad only in a pair of yellow football woollen socks, were pulled high to just under my knee, where they were turned over to show three unequal black stripesThe short denim skirt and white cotton panties, which my hand was now engaging, my thumbs hooking the elastic, and as I bent low, I could feel with every centimetre as I bent, a rush go through me, as the taut elastic dragged my knickers over my tomboyish narrow hips, and down my long thighs.I stood up, holding my cotton panties in my outstretched hand, I swallowed hard, feeling a little ashamed, and a little urine trickled my my exposed inner lips and ran down my inner thigh.He now stood side on to my mother, his cock was straining at his denims, and my mothers eyes were fixed on it, as my own were also, a mother and her daughter were at his mercy, and she drank deep from her glass, as he took my scented underwear and put them in his pocket.’Take that little skirt off’, he struggled to say the words, ‘I want to see what I am hitting’, and as my trembling hands went to the button to undo the restraint, that covered my modesty, he looked back again at my mother, but she just dropped her eyes, knowing fine well that she had unleashed a primeval urge in this man, and she was now powerless to stop him, she just raised her glass again, and surrendered her daughter to him.My little denim skirt fell away with consummate ease, the weight alone and like of womanly curves ensued it passage down to my ankles, ‘Face the door’, he groaned as my vision filled him with unbridled passion, ‘On your fucking knees’, he said, then mother spoke up for the first time, not in my defence, but in her sadistic surrender of me, ‘Let me see your cock as you hit her’, she said as thickly as her last comment, I was not looking as I had turned to face the glass panelled door, I was dropping to my knees as ordered, the sound of his zipper going down and mothers gasp, told me he was free from his pants, mothers gasped again, the she added, ‘Give her six hard whacks’, she paused for emphasizes, ‘Then bend her and fuck her like a dog’.What happened as he raised his hand and delivered my punishment, then towered over my broken spirit, is for a continuation of the above story. Your comments will determine your interest in my fate and all that happened after, so in anticipation thank you and please communicate with me. Love Mariel
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