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STORY: How I Got My Own Little Girl (Mf,D/s,coerce,pedo,spank,anal)
bobandcarole
2006-05-06 14:54:30 UTC
How I Got My Own Little Girl

By Daddy's Psychotic Demented Princess (D/s, coerce, enema, spank,
anal, adult baby, lolita)

The persistent beeping of the alarm clock yanked him quickly out of the
depths of sleep. Quickly he shut it off then glanced down to see if it
had woken her. She was still sound asleep, curled up tightly to his
chest, Murphy, her ancient stuffed dog, nestled in the crook of her
arm. Deep asleep her face was open and unlined, free from daily
troubles.

Her peaches and cream complexion was flawless, her face an almost
perfect oval, perfectly formed lips and a small pert nose. Beneath
delicate lids her eyes, those brilliant baby blue orbs that had first
captivated him, twitched back and forth, following the dream that ran
through the night time theater of her mind. Smiling down at her angelic
sleeping face he eased his arm out from under her neck then slid out of
bed to go take care of a couple things.

When he came back in, fully dressed, he knelt down by the bed. Running
his fingers through her thick, tangled, deep auburn colored hair, he
said softly, "Wake up Angel, it's time for Daddy to go to work."

Her eyes drooped partially open and she looked up at him, "'Kay Daddy."
Then she sat up, feet dangling over the edge of the bed but not
touching the floor, rubbing her eyes with her fists.

Wrapping his stood up, holding her to his chest. One arm around her
back and the other under her diapered bottom. He could feel the heat on
his arm where her bottom rested and could feel the squishiness of the
diaper, telling him she was wet, but probably more like sodden to the
point of leaking.

Pressing herself tightly to his chest, Murphy clutched tightly in one
arm, she rested her head on his shoulder, draping one arm casually
around his neck and shut her eyes again.

Stroking softly up and down her back he carried her to the room next to
his. It was officially 'her room' but she never stayed in it except
when he went to work. Opening the door to it, the hinges making a soft
creak, he carried her inside. It was decorated for a young child with
the walls painted bright, cheery colors, decorated with toys of a young
child and stuffed animals. The furniture was painted light pastel
colors with animal appliqués decorating them. The carpet was a thick,
plush, muted pink to match the girly furnishings in the room.

But by far the most dominant feature in the room was the bed that took
up the wall adjacent to his room. Well, it was a bed alright, just not
a normal one. It was the same size as a standard double bed but looked
like an oversized crib, with the bars and one side that would drop down
just like an infant's would. He had it custom built for her when she
came to live with him.

Grabbing a disposable changing pad and diaper off the dresser he made
his way over to the bed. After laying the pad down he gently laid her
how and pulled up her nightie then removed the soaked, one dropping it
in a diaper pail at the foot of the bed.

Not moving or putting up a protest at what he was doing, she lay there
quietly watching him before once again shutting her eyes, holding
Murphy close. Only this time the thumb from her free hand slid into her
mouth as a comforting gesture.

Gently, as he would with a real infant, he cleaned her crotch up with
baby wipes, spreading and cleaning in between her lips and the entrance
to her vagina as well, even gently wiping her anus. While he was
putting the powder on her he noticed the soft downy hair was once again
returning and made a mental note to wax her again soon. Resisting the
urge to play he fastened a clean diaper on her and slid the pad out
from under her bottom, disposing of it. He then leaned down and kissed
her softly on the cheek. "You need to try and poo, Angel. It's been a
couple days since you have gone."

"I don't have to, Daddy." She mumbled sleepily around her thumb.

"You need to try for Daddy, honey, or I will have to give you something
to make you go."

"'Kay, Daddy." She mumbled again, more asleep than awake.

Rubbing her diaper covered bottom he said, "It's time for me to go to
work Angel so sit up and give me a kiss and hug goodbye."

With a soft groan she sat up and gave him a tight hug and soft kiss on
the lips, "Bye-bye, Daddy."

He hugged her then lay her back down in the bed, tucking her and Murphy
in and giving them both a kiss before pulling the side of the crib up.
"I'll be back in a couple hours Angel."

She didn't answer, being already fast asleep under the soft blankets
curled up to Murphy, thumb back in her mouth.

Gazing at her longingly for a few minutes he hitched a deep sigh then
left the room, turning off the light and shutting the door softly
behind him.

The whole time he made his morning deliveries, as usual, his thoughts
were of her. His perfect little girl. His Angel. It had taken a lot of
work to get to where they are now, and a lot of scheming on his end.

The first glimpse of her had been when she moved into the condo next to
his with her mother. He had watched from his front window as the movers
had hauled stuff into the condo next to his. Then her mother had
emerged from the late model Trans Am and went in followed by what he
thought was a pre-teen girl. She had seen him watching and had waved to
him. Instantly his eyes had locked with her and he was from that moment
on captivated.

Never before had he been around women with children or cared to be for
that matter but he made it a point to get to know her mother so that he
could be around her. He was almost fixated on the young girl for
reasons he couldn't quite fathom.

Quickly he learned quite a bit about both mother and daughter.
Angelica, the daughter, called Angel by everyone, a nickname that
wasn't suited to her in the least because as he would learn later she
was FAR from being angelic, was quite a bit older than she appeared,
almost mid teens. The relationship between mother and daughter was a
volatile one. They seemed to loathe each other and rarely a pleasant
word was spoken between them. Tansy regarded her daughter as little
more than a nuisance she had to put up with and someone that always
interfered with her plans and social life. Angel, on the other hand,
actively hated her mother. Rare was the day that they didn't get into a
least one screaming match.

Angel was a wild child that did pretty much what she pleased when she
wanted with little or no interference from her mother. He was shocked
by this at first but after one late night conversation with Tansy, the
lady was more than a little drunk at the time, he got a major clue to
as why. Angel had been conceived during a late night backseat romp
while Tansy was still in high school. After hearing she was pregnant
the father to be quickly vanished for parts unknown. Rather than having
an abortion or putting the child up for adoption she had kept her, her
mother and grandmother had insisted upon it. From the moment of birth
Tansy had loathed the unwanted burden. As Angel grew and became more
willful the loathing became something akin to hatred. Tansy longed for
someone to come along and take the uncontrollable teenager off her
hands. That is where his plan started to form.
From the moment their eyes locked for the first time, he knew he wanted
her and had to have her. Had to! At night he dreamed of all the
decadent things he wanted to do to her and teach her to do to him. It
was at this point that the image of her as his little girl formed and
stuck. From that point forward that is how he thought of her; Daddy's
little Angel, his little girl.

After a week of plotting and scheming the plan came to him and he set
it in motion. Turning on all his considerable charm he went to work on
both of them. Tansy was easy enough; she wanted Angel out and saw him
as a way to do that. Angel was a tougher sell however. Jaded as she was
about all adults she took a lot of wooing and persuading, but after
hundreds of gifts and countless hours spent with her she acquiesced as
well.

So it was off to Missouri with the three of them. It was the only state
in the union where it was legal for a young teenager to marry as long
as the parent signed consent, something Tansy was more than happy to
do. So in the eyes of the law they were legal despite her young age.

Angel was under the impression that she could get what she wanted out
of him and that after they were married she could do what ever she felt
like. How wrong she was!

The first night of their honeymoon was the first time he pulled her
across his knee and spanked her bare bottom. How she had cried! Not so
much from the pain but more out of humiliation and embarrassment.

When they returned home the next series of shocks awaited her. She had
fully expected to run to her mother and explain what a mean, rotten man
he was and expect to move back home. Wrong! In the two weeks they were
gone Tansy had packed up and left, leaving no forwarding address.
Second shock came when he announced they were moving out of the
country. Before she knew what was happening she was living somewhere
else where she knew no one. That was when he got down to the serious
programming to turn her into his perfect little girl.

Once he had her isolated it went rather quickly and easily. First she
was not allowed to go back to public school, he home schooled her
instead. That way he could keep her under close observation. Then he
started treating her more and more like a little girl. He punished her
like you would a miscreant child with time outs, corner time,
spankings, etc. He then did everything for her from dressing and
cleaning her all the way down to taking her to the bathroom and
watching her go. This actually seemed to calm her down and put her more
at ease. That confused him for a while until it dawned on him what she
really was, a very scared little girl in a teenagers body. Now THAT was
something he could work with!

After about a year he had made considerable progress. She was much
better behaved, more pliant and much easier to deal with. The
foundation of what he wanted was in place and firmly rooted now it was
time to build on it. Now it was time to become Daddy. So the push was
on to reduce her to the little girl he wanted.

When they had moved into the new house he had given her a room of her
own to sleep in. The only time she slept with him was when he wanted
sex, which had become kinkier as time went on. As what she thought of
as a sweet gesture on his part he stared playing really soft, soothing
music for her at night when she slept alone. In actuality, the music
was subliminal tapes designed to make her incontinent at night. About a
week after he started playing them she started having 'accidents' at
night. That is where the diapers come into play. She resisted this
mightily but in the end he won out and she wore them at night.

That seemed to be the last of the true fight left in her. Quickly she
fell into line with his demands and became his little girl totally,
even to the point of calling him Daddy in public.

A wide grin crossed his face. Daddy. He knew that everyone in town
thought he was her real father. If they only knew!

Oh she wasn't the perfectly behaved little girl everyone thought she
was. There were still nodes pf resistance in her hard as tree knots but
she always gave into him in the end. What was her alternative after
all? She was his wife not child so children's protective services
wouldn't help her. IF she left him where would she go? Her mom was long
gone to god only knows where. She had a high school education and no
marketable skills so she couldn't support herself. She was his totally
and completely. She had just finally accepted that is all. She was
finally all his, his little girl.

When he eased himself back into her room after he got off work she was
still sound asleep in the same position as she was before he left.
Quietly he eased the side of the crib down then slipped his hand under
the blanket and felt her diapered bottom. Still dry. Smiling, he leaned
over and whispered in her ear, "Daddy's home Angel, time to wake up and
eat breakfast."

Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at him then said in a sleepy
voice, "'Kay Daddy." She then stretched and sat up, waiting for him to
pick her up.

Gathering her into his arms he carried her to the kitchen where he put
her into a specially constructed high chair while he busied himself
making them breakfast.

She sat quietly watching him, big eyes following his every movement
until he sat the plates on the table. He then plucked her out of the
high chair and sat her on his lap and fed both her and himself.

Looking down at her while they ate he was amazed, as he always was, at
how she really DID resemble a small child. He knew she had gone through
puberty, her small, round, pert breasts and monthly flow he took care
of for her were testament to that. But it seemed Mother Nature had
deemed for her to be one of those beings you see from time to time that
would always look like a child no matter how old they got. Her tiny
frame added to the illusion. She was 4'10" and barely tipped the scales
at 90lbs. She still had the long coltish legs of a teenager and a
slight bit of baby fat around her tummy. Even before he started waxing
her pussy the hair there grew out straight and fine like a downy peach
fuzz rather than the thick coarse curly hair that normally grew there.

Midway through the meal he felt the thigh her bottom was planted on
start to get very hot and heard the unmistakable hiss as she
involuntarily wet her diaper. A small hitched sigh escaped her and her
eyes lowered, bottom lip caught between her even, white teeth. A
distinctive red came to her cheeks as her body once again betrayed her.

He smiled inwardly and stroked up and down her back. "It's OK Angel. It
was an accident. That is what the diapers are for. When we get done
eating I'll get you all cleaned up and changed." The 'accidents' were
becoming more and more frequent thanks to those tapes. Soon, he was
sure, she would be totally incontinent like he wanted.

After breakfast, he carried her back to her room and took all her
clothes off. Instead of getting her dressed, he carried her into his
bathroom and drew her a nice warm bubble bath. With loving care he
gently washed her all off and shampooed her hair.

After wrapping her in a towel he carried her back to her room and laid
her back in bed. He then put a t-shirt and socks on her. Grabbing a pad
off the dresser he picked her up and carried her over to an easy chair
in the corner. Laying the pad across his lap he laid her on tummy
across his legs and softly stroked her up turned ass. "Angel, you need
to try and go poo for Daddy. If you can't go I am going to have to fix
you something to make you go."

Squirming and wiggling around she whimpered softly, "Please let me use
the potty Daddy. Please."

Giving her a sharp swat on one of her upturned ass cheeks he replied,
"No! You know better than that. I need to watch you go so I can make
sure that you really did. I am giving you a chance to do it on your own
and avoid the rest but if argue with me any more we will just skip this
and move on. Got me Angelica?"

"Yes Daddy." She mumbled into the arm of the chair, cheeks flaming red
with embarrassment. Then concentrating and pushing she tried to force
her bowels to move in hopes of avoiding anything more humiliating.

Gently he parted her rear cheeks and watched as she tried to pass the
large stool. She grunted and strained, sweat breaking out in a fine
sheen all over her body but still the large, brown log wouldn't push
out. Putting two fingers on either side of her straining anus and
pressing down he hoped to give her some help. But to no avail. It
wasn't going to move.

After 15 minutes or so of hard straining she fell limp across his lap,
panting and whimpering softly, dreading what was coming next.

Softly stroking her upturned bottom, he let her rest for a couple
minutes before carrying her back to her bed, laying her on her back
with the pad under her bottom. After admonishing her to stay there he
went into her bathroom to get what he needed.

She lay there with her eyes screwed tightly shut, stomach tied in tight
knots, dreading what was coming.

In a couple of minutes he returned carrying a basin full of warm soapy
water and a bulb syringe with a long, thick curved nozzle on it.
Sitting on the edge of the bed he grabbed her ankles and bent her knees
up to her chest, sternly telling her to hold them there. From a tube
that always lay on her nightstand he squirted a liberal amount of lube
on his middle finger and rubbed it all over the nozzle. With one hand
he made sure her cheeks were parted then he dipped the nozzle in the
water and sucked up a bulb full. With a firm pressure, he slid it deep
into her impacted ass and squeezed the bulb, forcing the soapy mixture
into her.

He repeated this until the basin was empty and her bowels full of it.
She lay there squirming around, whimpering loudly in discomfort. "Hold
it for 15 minutes Angel then you can go."

Squirming around and wailing each time a cramp bit into her stomach she
did her best to hold on but like every time a small trickle squeezed
out of her tightly clenched anus and slid down her ass cleft.

Seeing this, he slid one of his thick fingers into her tightly clenched
asshole to help her hold it. Every couple of weeks he had to repeat
this with her. At first he wasn't sure what was causing it, maybe her
diet or something, he thought. But in the last week or so he finally
figured it out; she had grown used to urinating in her diaper but she
couldn't handle soiling herself and maybe having to sit or lay in it
for a while. Well, he thought with a small grin turning up the corners
of his mouth, starting tomorrow he would start to fix THAT! A daily
dose of laxatives in something she ate or drank would make her unable
to avoid messing herself and she would eventually get sued to the
feeling. That would cure her holding it and constipating herself.

When the 15 minutes were up he retrieved a bedpan that was always kept
in the drawer of her nightstand and put in on the pad then helped her
up into a squatting position over it with her back to him so he could
watch her release the contents of her churning and cramping bowels.
With a grin on his face he watched her squirm and fidget around trying
to hold onto it in hopes he would relent and let her use the toilet.
Her misery was for naught, because within a couple minutes her need to
go over rode the humiliation and embarrassment she felt and she
released the stinking contents of her bowels into the bedpan with an
audible sigh under his watchful gaze.

It took almost 15 minutes for her to excrete all the soapy brown water,
leaving her pale and sweating when done.

Quickly he emptied the bedpan and cleaned it out then came back and
gently cleaned up her bottom and legs before turning her over and the
edge of the bed with her legs dangling off, feet not touching the
floor. He heard a sharp intake of breath and saw her ass cheeks clench
tightly in anticipation of what she knew was coming.

Quickly he unbuckled his belt and yanked it off with a soft zipping
sound as it hissed across the fabric of his jeans. After doubling it
over he stepped closer to her and rubbed one hand up and down the soft,
taut skin of her ass cheeks. "Angel, you know what's going to happen
now, don't you?" he asked voice soft and smooth as spun silk.

A small hitched sob escaped her as she nodded, "Yes Daddy." She turned
her head and looked over her shoulder at him, her big blue eyes already
shimmering with tears. "Please don't do this Daddy. Please! I won't let
it happen again I PROMISE!"

He shook his head ruefully, "You tell me this every time Angelica but
still you will not poo when you feel the urge. Then you hold onto it
until you are constipated and can't go no matter how hard you try. You
are going to make yourself sick doing this. So hopefully doing this
will get the point across better than me talking to you. You know Daddy
doesn't like to hurt you but this seems to be the only way you learn
anything. So let's get it over with."

That was a bit of a lie and he admitted it to himself. He DID like
spanking her. Watching her young ass jump as the belt came down on it
then watch it become progressively redder with each stroke was enough
to make his cock rock hard almost instantaneously. Taking a step back
he swung the belt and landed it dead center across both cheeks
eliciting a loud shriek from her and raising a long, angry red welt
across her ass.

He whipped her with the belt until her ass was covered with angry red
welts and bright red in color. He NEVER broke the skin but left a
painful reminder that would make it painful to sit for a few days. She
lay limp over the edge of the bed, face buried in the sheets sobbing as
if her heart was breaking.

He could feel his cock throbbing madly in its prison, the head of it
wet with pre-cum. Tossing the belt onto the nightstand he quickly undid
his jeans and shoved them down to his knees letting his turgid cock
spring free then stepped up behind her. Parting her hot and swollen
cheeks he looked down at her tight pucker longingly. Taking his cock
firmly in one hand he placed it at the entrance of the tight hold an
rubbed it around, coating her with his pre-cum then grasping her hips
firmly he thrust his hips forward, impaling her ass with his cock all
the way to the hilt in one strong stroke.

Throwing her head back she let out a loud wail of pain as his cock
drove all the way into her tight ass. Hot tears coursed down her cheeks
from the pain and humiliation but she held still, knowing that if she
fought he would make it hurt even worse.

He jack hammered into her hard and fast a few times to loosen up the
tight ring before settling into a hard fast pace.

Once he had established the rhythm he liked he reached down between her
legs and started to rub her clit how he knew turned her on the most. A
little bit of that and despite the pain in her stretched ass hole, her
tight little cunt was starting to drip its juices down onto his hand
and her clit was throbbing madly against his fingertips.

Soon she was wiggling and squirming all over under him in a mixture of
pain and pleasure, moaning loudly.

He could feel his cock throbbing harder and his balls tighten up , a
sure fire signal that he was going to cum so his fingers worked harder
on her clit until her ass clamped down hard on his cock as it slide in
and out of her tight ass hole and she wailed loudly as her own powerful
orgasm ignited and seemed to set her whole body on fire.

Letting out a strangled cry, slamming all the way into her ass he came,
dumping his hot load deep into her bowels.

He collapsed onto her back, panting and sweating, trying to catch his
breath, hearing her whimper softly under him.

Once his composure was regained he stood up and let his cock slide out
of her ass with a soft squishing sound. Looking down he could see a
small trickle of his cum slowly leaking out of her red and swollen
asshole and drip down to her pussy to mingle with her own juices that
had collected there.

With an admonishment for her to stay where she was her retreated to the
bathroom to clean himself up, returning in a few minutes with a warm,
soapy washcloth. Slowly and gently he cleaned up their combined juices
then rubbed some ointment over her welted ass and swollen hole before
putting her diaper back on her. He then picked her up and carried her
to the easy chair and held and cuddled her for a bit murmuring soft and
tender words to her. He knew the pleasure/pain aspect of what he had
just done confused her. But the way he saw it was that she belonged to
him and he, over their time together, was going to do plenty of things
she didn't like and hurt so she had better learn to like them.

After a while of his soft ministrations she fell into a deep sleep,
cuddled tightly to his chest. Smiling down at her he held her close. If
she thought that was the worst he could do to her she was sadly
mistaken! She wasn't even half way through her "training" so the worst
was yet to come!

When he was done with her, the willful child he met would be a perfect
little Angel, Daddy's special little girl, his personal play toy to do
with what ever he wanted.
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Post by bobandcarole
How I Got My Own Little Girl
By Daddy's Psychotic Demented Princess (D/s, coerce, enema, spank,
anal, adult baby, lolita)
The persistent beeping of the alarm clock yanked him quickly out of the
depths of sleep. Quickly he shut it off then glanced down to see if it
had woken her. She was still sound asleep, curled up tightly to his
chest, Murphy, her ancient stuffed dog, nestled in the crook of her
arm. Deep asleep her face was open and unlined, free from daily
troubles.
Her peaches and cream complexion was flawless, her face an almost
perfect oval, perfectly formed lips and a small pert nose. Beneath
delicate lids her eyes, those brilliant baby blue orbs that had first
captivated him, twitched back and forth, following the dream that ran
through the night time theater of her mind. Smiling down at her angelic
sleeping face he eased his arm out from under her neck then slid out of
bed to go take care of a couple things.
When he came back in, fully dressed, he knelt down by the bed. Running
his fingers through her thick, tangled, deep auburn colored hair, he
said softly, "Wake up Angel, it's time for Daddy to go to work."
Her eyes drooped partially open and she looked up at him, "'Kay Daddy."
Then she sat up, feet dangling over the edge of the bed but not
touching the floor, rubbing her eyes with her fists.
Wrapping his stood up, holding her to his chest. One arm around her
back and the other under her diapered bottom. He could feel the heat on
his arm where her bottom rested and could feel the squishiness of the
diaper, telling him she was wet, but probably more like sodden to the
point of leaking.
Pressing herself tightly to his chest, Murphy clutched tightly in one
arm, she rested her head on his shoulder, draping one arm casually
around his neck and shut her eyes again.
Stroking softly up and down her back he carried her to the room next to
his. It was officially 'her room' but she never stayed in it except
when he went to work. Opening the door to it, the hinges making a soft
creak, he carried her inside. It was decorated for a young child with
the walls painted bright, cheery colors, decorated with toys of a young
child and stuffed animals. The furniture was painted light pastel
colors with animal appliqués decorating them. The carpet was a thick,
plush, muted pink to match the girly furnishings in the room.
But by far the most dominant feature in the room was the bed that took
up the wall adjacent to his room. Well, it was a bed alright, just not
a normal one. It was the same size as a standard double bed but looked
like an oversized crib, with the bars and one side that would drop down
just like an infant's would. He had it custom built for her when she
came to live with him.
Grabbing a disposable changing pad and diaper off the dresser he made
his way over to the bed. After laying the pad down he gently laid her
how and pulled up her nightie then removed the soaked, one dropping it
in a diaper pail at the foot of the bed.
Not moving or putting up a protest at what he was doing, she lay there
quietly watching him before once again shutting her eyes, holding
Murphy close. Only this time the thumb from her free hand slid into her
mouth as a comforting gesture.
Gently, as he would with a real infant, he cleaned her crotch up with
baby wipes, spreading and cleaning in between her lips and the entrance
to her vagina as well, even gently wiping her anus. While he was
putting the powder on her he noticed the soft downy hair was once again
returning and made a mental note to wax her again soon. Resisting the
urge to play he fastened a clean diaper on her and slid the pad out
from under her bottom, disposing of it. He then leaned down and kissed
her softly on the cheek. "You need to try and poo, Angel. It's been a
couple days since you have gone."
"I don't have to, Daddy." She mumbled sleepily around her thumb.
"You need to try for Daddy, honey, or I will have to give you something
to make you go."
"'Kay, Daddy." She mumbled again, more asleep than awake.
Rubbing her diaper covered bottom he said, "It's time for me to go to
work Angel so sit up and give me a kiss and hug goodbye."
With a soft groan she sat up and gave him a tight hug and soft kiss on
the lips, "Bye-bye, Daddy."
He hugged her then lay her back down in the bed, tucking her and Murphy
in and giving them both a kiss before pulling the side of the crib up.
"I'll be back in a couple hours Angel."
She didn't answer, being already fast asleep under the soft blankets
curled up to Murphy, thumb back in her mouth.
Gazing at her longingly for a few minutes he hitched a deep sigh then
left the room, turning off the light and shutting the door softly
behind him.
The whole time he made his morning deliveries, as usual, his thoughts
were of her. His perfect little girl. His Angel. It had taken a lot of
work to get to where they are now, and a lot of scheming on his end.
The first glimpse of her had been when she moved into the condo next to
his with her mother. He had watched from his front window as the movers
had hauled stuff into the condo next to his. Then her mother had
emerged from the late model Trans Am and went in followed by what he
thought was a pre-teen girl. She had seen him watching and had waved to
him. Instantly his eyes had locked with her and he was from that moment
on captivated.
Never before had he been around women with children or cared to be for
that matter but he made it a point to get to know her mother so that he
could be around her. He was almost fixated on the young girl for
reasons he couldn't quite fathom.
Quickly he learned quite a bit about both mother and daughter.
Angelica, the daughter, called Angel by everyone, a nickname that
wasn't suited to her in the least because as he would learn later she
was FAR from being angelic, was quite a bit older than she appeared,
almost mid teens. The relationship between mother and daughter was a
volatile one. They seemed to loathe each other and rarely a pleasant
word was spoken between them. Tansy regarded her daughter as little
more than a nuisance she had to put up with and someone that always
interfered with her plans and social life. Angel, on the other hand,
actively hated her mother. Rare was the day that they didn't get into a
least one screaming match.
Angel was a wild child that did pretty much what she pleased when she
wanted with little or no interference from her mother. He was shocked
by this at first but after one late night conversation with Tansy, the
lady was more than a little drunk at the time, he got a major clue to
as why. Angel had been conceived during a late night backseat romp
while Tansy was still in high school. After hearing she was pregnant
the father to be quickly vanished for parts unknown. Rather than having
an abortion or putting the child up for adoption she had kept her, her
mother and grandmother had insisted upon it. From the moment of birth
Tansy had loathed the unwanted burden. As Angel grew and became more
willful the loathing became something akin to hatred. Tansy longed for
someone to come along and take the uncontrollable teenager off her
hands. That is where his plan started to form.
From the moment their eyes locked for the first time, he knew he wanted
her and had to have her. Had to! At night he dreamed of all the
decadent things he wanted to do to her and teach her to do to him. It
was at this point that the image of her as his little girl formed and
stuck. From that point forward that is how he thought of her; Daddy's
little Angel, his little girl.
After a week of plotting and scheming the plan came to him and he set
it in motion. Turning on all his considerable charm he went to work on
both of them. Tansy was easy enough; she wanted Angel out and saw him
as a way to do that. Angel was a tougher sell however. Jaded as she was
about all adults she took a lot of wooing and persuading, but after
hundreds of gifts and countless hours spent with her she acquiesced as
well.
So it was off to Missouri with the three of them. It was the only state
in the union where it was legal for a young teenager to marry as long
as the parent signed consent, something Tansy was more than happy to
do. So in the eyes of the law they were legal despite her young age.
Angel was under the impression that she could get what she wanted out
of him and that after they were married she could do what ever she felt
like. How wrong she was!
The first night of their honeymoon was the first time he pulled her
across his knee and spanked her bare bottom. How she had cried! Not so
much from the pain but more out of humiliation and embarrassment.
When they returned home the next series of shocks awaited her. She had
fully expected to run to her mother and explain what a mean, rotten man
he was and expect to move back home. Wrong! In the two weeks they were
gone Tansy had packed up and left, leaving no forwarding address.
Second shock came when he announced they were moving out of the
country. Before she knew what was happening she was living somewhere
else where she knew no one. That was when he got down to the serious
programming to turn her into his perfect little girl.
Once he had her isolated it went rather quickly and easily. First she
was not allowed to go back to public school, he home schooled her
instead. That way he could keep her under close observation. Then he
started treating her more and more like a little girl. He punished her
like you would a miscreant child with time outs, corner time,
spankings, etc. He then did everything for her from dressing and
cleaning her all the way down to taking her to the bathroom and
watching her go. This actually seemed to calm her down and put her more
at ease. That confused him for a while until it dawned on him what she
really was, a very scared little girl in a teenagers body. Now THAT was
something he could work with!
After about a year he had made considerable progress. She was much
better behaved, more pliant and much easier to deal with. The
foundation of what he wanted was in place and firmly rooted now it was
time to build on it. Now it was time to become Daddy. So the push was
on to reduce her to the little girl he wanted.
When they had moved into the new house he had given her a room of her
own to sleep in. The only time she slept with him was when he wanted
sex, which had become kinkier as time went on. As what she thought of
as a sweet gesture on his part he stared playing really soft, soothing
music for her at night when she slept alone. In actuality, the music
was subliminal tapes designed to make her incontinent at night. About a
week after he started playing them she started having 'accidents' at
night. That is where the diapers come into play. She resisted this
mightily but in the end he won out and she wore them at night.
That seemed to be the last of the true fight left in her. Quickly she
fell into line with his demands and became his little girl totally,
even to the point of calling him Daddy in public.
A wide grin crossed his face. Daddy. He knew that everyone in town
thought he was her real father. If they only knew!
Oh she wasn't the perfectly behaved little girl everyone thought she
was. There were still nodes pf resistance in her hard as tree knots but
she always gave into him in the end. What was her alternative after
all? She was his wife not child so children's protective services
wouldn't help her. IF she left him where would she go? Her mom was long
gone to god only knows where. She had a high school education and no
marketable skills so she couldn't support herself. She was his totally
and completely. She had just finally accepted that is all. She was
finally all his, his little girl.
When he eased himself back into her room after he got off work she was
still sound asleep in the same position as she was before he left.
Quietly he eased the side of the crib down then slipped his hand under
the blanket and felt her diapered bottom. Still dry. Smiling, he leaned
over and whispered in her ear, "Daddy's home Angel, time to wake up and
eat breakfast."
Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at him then said in a sleepy
voice, "'Kay Daddy." She then stretched and sat up, waiting for him to
pick her up.
Gathering her into his arms he carried her to the kitchen where he put
her into a specially constructed high chair while he busied himself
making them breakfast.
She sat quietly watching him, big eyes following his every movement
until he sat the plates on the table. He then plucked her out of the
high chair and sat her on his lap and fed both her and himself.
Looking down at her while they ate he was amazed, as he always was, at
how she really DID resemble a small child. He knew she had gone through
puberty, her small, round, pert breasts and monthly flow he took care
of for her were testament to that. But it seemed Mother Nature had
deemed for her to be one of those beings you see from time to time that
would always look like a child no matter how old they got. Her tiny
frame added to the illusion. She was 4'10" and barely tipped the scales
at 90lbs. She still had the long coltish legs of a teenager and a
slight bit of baby fat around her tummy. Even before he started waxing
her pussy the hair there grew out straight and fine like a downy peach
fuzz rather than the thick coarse curly hair that normally grew there.
Midway through the meal he felt the thigh her bottom was planted on
start to get very hot and heard the unmistakable hiss as she
involuntarily wet her diaper. A small hitched sigh escaped her and her
eyes lowered, bottom lip caught between her even, white teeth. A
distinctive red came to her cheeks as her body once again betrayed her.
He smiled inwardly and stroked up and down her back. "It's OK Angel. It
was an accident. That is what the diapers are for. When we get done
eating I'll get you all cleaned up and changed." The 'accidents' were
becoming more and more frequent thanks to those tapes. Soon, he was
sure, she would be totally incontinent like he wanted.
After breakfast, he carried her back to her room and took all her
clothes off. Instead of getting her dressed, he carried her into his
bathroom and drew her a nice warm bubble bath. With loving care he
gently washed her all off and shampooed her hair.
After wrapping her in a towel he carried her back to her room and laid
her back in bed. He then put a t-shirt and socks on her. Grabbing a pad
off the dresser he picked her up and carried her over to an easy chair
in the corner. Laying the pad across his lap he laid her on tummy
across his legs and softly stroked her up turned ass. "Angel, you need
to try and go poo for Daddy. If you can't go I am going to have to fix
you something to make you go."
Squirming and wiggling around she whimpered softly, "Please let me use
the potty Daddy. Please."
Giving her a sharp swat on one of her upturned ass cheeks he replied,
"No! You know better than that. I need to watch you go so I can make
sure that you really did. I am giving you a chance to do it on your own
and avoid the rest but if argue with me any more we will just skip this
and move on. Got me Angelica?"
"Yes Daddy." She mumbled into the arm of the chair, cheeks flaming red
with embarrassment. Then concentrating and pushing she tried to force
her bowels to move in hopes of avoiding anything more humiliating.
Gently he parted her rear cheeks and watched as she tried to pass the
large stool. She grunted and strained, sweat breaking out in a fine
sheen all over her body but still the large, brown log wouldn't push
out. Putting two fingers on either side of her straining anus and
pressing down he hoped to give her some help. But to no avail. It
wasn't going to move.
After 15 minutes or so of hard straining she fell limp across his lap,
panting and whimpering softly, dreading what was coming next.
Softly stroking her upturned bottom, he let her rest for a couple
minutes before carrying her back to her bed, laying her on her back
with the pad under her bottom. After admonishing her to stay there he
went into her bathroom to get what he needed.
She lay there with her eyes screwed tightly shut, stomach tied in tight
knots, dreading what was coming.
In a couple of minutes he returned carrying a basin full of warm soapy
water and a bulb syringe with a long, thick curved nozzle on it.
Sitting on the edge of the bed he grabbed her ankles and bent her knees
up to her chest, sternly telling her to hold them there. From a tube
that always lay on her nightstand he squirted a liberal amount of lube
on his middle finger and rubbed it all over the nozzle. With one hand
he made sure her cheeks were parted then he dipped the nozzle in the
water and sucked up a bulb full. With a firm pressure, he slid it deep
into her impacted ass and squeezed the bulb, forcing the soapy mixture
into her.
He repeated this until the basin was empty and her bowels full of it.
She lay there squirming around, whimpering loudly in discomfort. "Hold
it for 15 minutes Angel then you can go."
Squirming around and wailing each time a cramp bit into her stomach she
did her best to hold on but like every time a small trickle squeezed
out of her tightly clenched anus and slid down her ass cleft.
Seeing this, he slid one of his thick fingers into her tightly clenched
asshole to help her hold it. Every couple of weeks he had to repeat
this with her. At first he wasn't sure what was causing it, maybe her
diet or something, he thought. But in the last week or so he finally
figured it out; she had grown used to urinating in her diaper but she
couldn't handle soiling herself and maybe having to sit or lay in it
for a while. Well, he thought with a small grin turning up the corners
of his mouth, starting tomorrow he would start to fix THAT! A daily
dose of laxatives in something she ate or drank would make her unable
to avoid messing herself and she would eventually get sued to the
feeling. That would cure her holding it and constipating herself.
When the 15 minutes were up he retrieved a bedpan that was always kept
in the drawer of her nightstand and put in on the pad then helped her
up into a squatting position over it with her back to him so he could
watch her release the contents of her churning and cramping bowels.
With a grin on his face he watched her squirm and fidget around trying
to hold onto it in hopes he would relent and let her use the toilet.
Her misery was for naught, because within a couple minutes her need to
go over rode the humiliation and embarrassment she felt and she
released the stinking contents of her bowels into the bedpan with an
audible sigh under his watchful gaze.
It took almost 15 minutes for her to excrete all the soapy brown water,
leaving her pale and sweating when done.
Quickly he emptied the bedpan and cleaned it out then came back and
gently cleaned up her bottom and legs before turning her over and the
edge of the bed with her legs dangling off, feet not touching the
floor. He heard a sharp intake of breath and saw her ass cheeks clench
tightly in anticipation of what she knew was coming.
Quickly he unbuckled his belt and yanked it off with a soft zipping
sound as it hissed across the fabric of his jeans. After doubling it
over he stepped closer to her and rubbed one hand up and down the soft,
taut skin of her ass cheeks. "Angel, you know what's going to happen
now, don't you?" he asked voice soft and smooth as spun silk.
A small hitched sob escaped her as she nodded, "Yes Daddy." She turned
her head and looked over her shoulder at him, her big blue eyes already
shimmering with tears. "Please don't do this Daddy. Please! I won't let
it happen again I PROMISE!"
He shook his head ruefully, "You tell me this every time Angelica but
still you will not poo when you feel the urge. Then you hold onto it
until you are constipated and can't go no matter how hard you try. You
are going to make yourself sick doing this. So hopefully doing this
will get the point across better than me talking to you. You know Daddy
doesn't like to hurt you but this seems to be the only way you learn
anything. So let's get it over with."
That was a bit of a lie and he admitted it to himself. He DID like
spanking her. Watching her young ass jump as the belt came down on it
then watch it become progressively redder with each stroke was enough
to make his cock rock hard almost instantaneously. Taking a step back
he swung the belt and landed it dead center across both cheeks
eliciting a loud shriek from her and raising a long, angry red welt
across her ass.
He whipped her with the belt until her ass was covered with angry red
welts and bright red in color. He NEVER broke the skin but left a
painful reminder that would make it painful to sit for a few days. She
lay limp over the edge of the bed, face buried in the sheets sobbing as
if her heart was breaking.
He could feel his cock throbbing madly in its prison, the head of it
wet with pre-cum. Tossing the belt onto the nightstand he quickly undid
his jeans and shoved them down to his knees letting his turgid cock
spring free then stepped up behind her. Parting her hot and swollen
cheeks he looked down at her tight pucker longingly. Taking his cock
firmly in one hand he placed it at the entrance of the tight hold an
rubbed it around, coating her with his pre-cum then grasping her hips
firmly he thrust his hips forward, impaling her ass with his cock all
the way to the hilt in one strong stroke.
Throwing her head back she let out a loud wail of pain as his cock
drove all the way into her tight ass. Hot tears coursed down her cheeks
from the pain and humiliation but she held still, knowing that if she
fought he would make it hurt even worse.
He jack hammered into her hard and fast a few times to loosen up the
tight ring before settling into a hard fast pace.
Once he had established the rhythm he liked he reached down between her
legs and started to rub her clit how he knew turned her on the most. A
little bit of that and despite the pain in her stretched ass hole, her
tight little cunt was starting to drip its juices down onto his hand
and her clit was throbbing madly against his fingertips.
Soon she was wiggling and squirming all over under him in a mixture of
pain and pleasure, moaning loudly.
He could feel his cock throbbing harder and his balls tighten up , a
sure fire signal that he was going to cum so his fingers worked harder
on her clit until her ass clamped down hard on his cock as it slide in
and out of her tight ass hole and she wailed loudly as her own powerful
orgasm ignited and seemed to set her whole body on fire.
Letting out a strangled cry, slamming all the way into her ass he came,
dumping his hot load deep into her bowels.
He collapsed onto her back, panting and sweating, trying to catch his
breath, hearing her whimper softly under him.
Once his composure was regained he stood up and let his cock slide out
of her ass with a soft squishing sound. Looking down he could see a
small trickle of his cum slowly leaking out of her red and swollen
asshole and drip down to her pussy to mingle with her own juices that
had collected there.
With an admonishment for her to stay where she was her retreated to the
bathroom to clean himself up, returning in a few minutes with a warm,
soapy washcloth. Slowly and gently he cleaned up their combined juices
then rubbed some ointment over her welted ass and swollen hole before
putting her diaper back on her. He then picked her up and carried her
to the easy chair and held and cuddled her for a bit murmuring soft and
tender words to her. He knew the pleasure/pain aspect of what he had
just done confused her. But the way he saw it was that she belonged to
him and he, over their time together, was going to do plenty of things
she didn't like and hurt so she had better learn to like them.
After a while of his soft ministrations she fell into a deep sleep,
cuddled tightly to his chest. Smiling down at her he held her close. If
she thought that was the worst he could do to her she was sadly
mistaken! She wasn't even half way through her "training" so the worst
was yet to come!
When he was done with her, the willful child he met would be a perfect
little Angel, Daddy's special little girl, his personal play toy to do
with what ever he wanted.
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