"'Too slow!' he shouted, 'perhaps this will help you get going!' Then another terrible smack landed across my bottom. I screeched and lifted myself up as much as I could, but it did not seem enough to satisfy him. He seemed to be getting angrier and angrier, 'turn your hand!' he ordered, 'turn your hand!' I twisted my left arm to try and do what he said but my arm hurt so much and as I twisted it around I had to lift my shoulders as well and the bra straps cut even deeper into me. I felt awful pains, but in the end I managed to turn my hand and laid it back down, this time palm upwards. It was good to feel the warmth coming from my cunt again. Oh Father I'm so terrible."
"Carry on my child, what next?"
"I didn't know what to do next. I didn't know what to do to please him. I was so frightened, I just waited for my next instruction. It was only a second before he started shouting again. 'Get down on it then bitch! What are you waiting for you fucking whore! Get that beautiful wet cunt down on it bitch or you'll get more than my hand across your backside!' Then another terrible smack landed across my bottom and I yelled again. I did not dare to hesitate, I had to do what I was told. My cunt pressed down onto my upturned hand. As it got closer the warmth around its soft folds increased and when it touched the tips of my fingers I felt a thrill run right through me. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before. I pressed my cunt into my hand and let my whole weight press it down firmly. In a way, I felt safe again as I fingered its edges, they had stopped stinging from his pinching now, and I squeezed my eyes tight together and waited. 'Don't just lie there you lazy bitch. I want to see it move. Lift your arse up. I want to see it clearly you fucking bitch.'
"Another smack came down, this time harder than all the others. I didn't think it was possible but I screamed even louder than before, but I had to obey. As I lifted my bottom I kept hold of it, my cunt, I could feel its moist edges, it was so wet and so warm. Feeling it like that, and yelling so loudly, and the spanking I was getting, made me feel really dizzy and confused. I thought I was going to faint. I just couldn't resist him Father, honestly, I just couldn't resist him. Then there was another terrible smack, it hurt so much. I couldn't believe how each smack was harder than the one before.
"I screeched as loud as I could, it seemed to help me bear the pain, but he did not stop. Smack! Smack! Smack! Each one harder than the other. Then another and another and my bottom felt on fire. I was sobbing loudly. He seemed to enjoy that, the more I cried, the harder he smacked me. 'Right bitch, now you can play with your rosy cunt while I see what I can do with your arse. Let's get it good and wide. Yes, open up those red buttocks and let's see your beautiful dark ring, bitch!' Oh Father, he forced his hands right up the insides of my thighs and pressed his fingers around my anus. I shrunk back a bit but he pressed harder. Now I felt raw and wretched but, I thought, at least the smacking had stopped. 'That looks a good place for a wank. Pity you can't look but I'll tell you about it if you want? Would you like that bitch? Would you like a running commentary?' Then another hard smack! 'I said would you like… ah, forget it you fucking bitch!' Then he sent down a rain of punishing smacks. They burned me so much that my whole body strained up all rigid, the pain was terrible and I was so frightened. This time I couldn't scream, I just moaned. 'Just stay like that you fucking cow!' I felt his hands moving between the insides of my thighs again. Then I felt the heat of something in his hands and then I felt the sudden shock of his hard cock against my anus. I stopped moaning and just screamed and screamed as the tip pushed at my anus. It was so tight Father, it was too tight for it to go in. 'Need a bit of lubrication eh?' I felt some wet drips running between my buttocks; he was dribbling spit down me. 'Let's try that, shall we?' Then there was another hard smack! 'I said let's try that shall we?' Another smack! 'Well? Shall we?'
"I could only blubber and then the smacking stopped and I felt a moment's relief. Oh Father, how wrong I was to think it was all over. I felt his cock push again and this time it slid inside me. I felt that hard engorged tip squeeze into the tight muscle of my anus, and my mouth opened wide as I gasped in pain and fear. 'Enjoying it bitch? Enjoying my cock up your arse?'
"He pressed it in further and I felt its hardness penetrating right into my innards. It was terrible Father, so terrible to feel it up my arse like that. 'I said are you enjoying it? I don't see you enjoying it.'
"Then another hard smack landed on my right buttock. I winced and pulled away a bit but he thrust his cock in even deeper, right in as far as it would go. 'What a fucking whore you are. What a fucking arse-fucking whore you are. Ride it bitch. Ride it and get those fingers up your cunt. I want to see you enjoying it!'
"Oh Father, I couldn't resist him, honestly, you must believe me, I couldn't resist him. My buttocks widened under his force and he fucked my arse until suddenly he finished deep inside me. He howled with joy and I cried out in pain. I felt so disgusting, Father, he had fucked my arse so hard and now I could feel his hot spunk running inside me."
"Go on my child, go on. What happened next?"
"For a few seconds I lay there gasping and moaning in pain, then I felt him pull back. His cock slid out of me and my arse tightened up painfully as the head of his cock, it still seemed very big, slipped out. Then I heard his boots crunching over the broken glass. I just couldn't move, my whole body felt racked and my anus was dilating and contracting all by itself, it really burned. Then I began to realise what he had done and what he had seen. I knew he had watched me frantically trying to break free, he had watched me squirming to be released, he had witnessed my captivity and desperation and then, worst of all, he had forced me to submit to this revolting and horrible fucking. I felt his spunk running from my arse down my legs; I felt a terrible wave of self-disgust and I began to heave with nausea, I felt really sick. Then I heard him climb into the window frame, jump down outside and go.
"I relaxed slightly when I knew he had gone. My anus was still pulsating though – his cock had been so big – and every time it swelled and contracted its edges burned with a scorching pain. Finally, I opened my eyes, his spunk was still running down my legs and my hand was still clutching tightly to the swollen folds of my cunt. Oh Father, it was so terrible, lying across the refrigerator like that, my arse was still burning me, but, but I felt so excited, I can hardly say it, but yes, I felt so terribly excited. It flooded right through me and sort of sucked up the pain. I felt such a weird mixture of things, I felt guilty, yes, so guilty, but I felt so excited, so terribly, terribly excited."
"What did you do? Is there more? Have you sinned further?"
"Yes Father. I tried to hold back, I tried, really I tried, but I couldn't stop myself. I felt my hips slowly moving, then I felt my fingers following their movement. They stretched up and started playing against the soft wetness that was making them tingle and shake. They kept themselves close enough to just glance against the delicate folds of my swollen cunt. Slowly, as I twisted my thighs, the soft wetness of my cunt laid drips of sweetness onto their welcoming tips. Then they began to play with those beautiful edges more firmly. The soft folds quivered against my nails and I felt a shiver of delight at the touch of their sharpness. I just couldn't stop them, honestly Father, I couldn't, I couldn't stop them, they were so keen to play with my cunt. I thought of the young man's stare penetrating deeply between my buttocks. I realised that there had been no alternative but to submit to his will whether I wanted to or not. But Father, I was not sure whether I had wanted to resist or not. All the time there had been something inside me that had needed to submit to his words, his stare and that terrible deep penetration of his throbbing cock. I didn't know what to think. There seemed to be a longing inside me that had been driven by the cutting pains, the smacking and the stinging force of that hard cock up my arse. I just had to feel my cunt. As I sank back further onto the top of the refrigerator, my outer labia, those beautiful soft edges of my cunt, fell softly around my finger tips. I probed along their inside edges and those delightful petals, those soft, wet petals, opened as I searched deeper inside. I pulled the inner folds sideways gently and a flow of wetness dribbled onto my fingers as I rubbed them around the insides of those silky wet folds.