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Categories Fantasy, BDSM, Incest

Author: bager

Published: 23 November 2006

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Part 4
“That will be for me.” Tania said.
“It might be, but it could be the police trying to catch me out!” I said as I carried her down stairs.
I picked up the handset in the Kitchen. “Can I speak to Tania please?” It was a woman’s voice, one that I had never heard before.
“I’m sorry, Tania who? I’m afraid there’s no-one here except for me.” I said cautiously, and I held the phone so that Tania could hear.
“Mr. Archer! I know my daughter is there! Tell me is she still being an exhibitionist?” The woman asked.
“Mummy!” Tania exclaimed, blushing slightly.
With the identity of the woman caller confirmed by Tania I left the young girl talking on the phone with her mother while I went upstairs to make my bed. I glanced outside the window to see two women getting into a car and driving away, I did not really take any notice of them.
I drew the curtains and then went into Wendy’s room. I did not even think about what I was doing. I continued to clean up the room, it could really do with a hovering, but that could be done tomorrow. I sat down on the bed, Wendy really did love this room, she would pick out a dolly to sleep with her during the night . . . I would carry her upstairs to the bedroom and make out that I was going to drop her onto the bed.
She was going through a phase of making me check the wardrobe and under the bed for monsters . . . I do not know where she got the idea from. I would read to her from a book . . . what was the title now? My eyes fell on the bedside table; there it was – still – ‘The folk of the faraway tree’. I picked it up and started turning the pages, glancing through the stories and lost in my thoughts.
“ . . . Daddy john.” I looked up to see Tania watching me, “Mummy says she wants to talk to you daddy john.” She repeated. I got up from the bed, somehow the pages of the book in my hand were damp, must have been something in the room I suppose.
I held out my hand to Tania and she pulled me down the stairs to the phone, I picked up the handset. “Hello?” I said.
“Thank you for looking after my little girl.” Tania’s mother said, “I’m glad she’s found a good man like you to help her!”
“I am sorry Mrs. . . . err,” I realized I did not know her surname.
“I’m Janet.” She said, which cracked me up. “What’s so funny?” She asked me.
“Hello Janet, my name is John.” Which made her none the wiser, “There’s a series of pre-school books called the Janet and John stories, I guess I’m in a childish mood at the moment.”
“Yes, Tania does have that effect on people.” Janet said. “Now John, I know she can be a bit forward for her age, but she is a good girl really.”
“Except when she’s clumsy.” I said and at the enquiring tone at the other end went on to explain about the wet clothes and the spilt milk.
“Oh I wouldn’t worry about that, she’s just playing with you – I understand you tied her up earlier.” Janet said calmly.
I was having visions of policemen hammering down my front door and dragging me away to some dark pit when she finished, “Well . . . err . . . you . . . I mean . . .” I stammered but was surprised when Janet then said.
“Good for you! She’s wanted her father to control her properly for years, you know you’ll going to have to tie her up tonight, or I won’t be responsible for her actions.” Janet said ominously.
“Janet I’d better tell you that I’m not comfortable with this, from what Tania said I’m just a little more relaxed than her father was. And if people find out how I’ve treated her . . .”
“John, I give you full permission to tie her up and to punish her. She has brought up to realize that if people do the wrong things they will be punished. She wants you to be strong and to punish her without feeling guilty yourself. She’s already told me how you’ve looked after her, and you’re the first man to have given her a bath in over 6 years.” She paused, “Look I’ll be there tomorrow, no it will be your Sunday, just keep her safe until then. I understand that arrangements have been made so that you do not have to worry about groceries and the like, so take it easy and I will see you face to face. Kiss Tania goodnight for me won’t you.” And with that Janet hung up
I was slightly in a daze as I hung up the phone and looked at Tania who was gazing up at me with a smile on her face. “Well?” She asked.
“Your mother will be here the day after tomorrow and you’re to stay with me until then.” She stared to jump up and down in pleasure, “HOWEVER! You are to behave yourself, no more soaking you clothes just to get naked, and no spilling of milk. Okay?” she smiled sweetly at me.
“Okay daddy John.” Then she yawned I looked at my watch, nearly ten o’clock, where had the time gone to?
“Bedtime I think young lady.” I said to her, she held up her hands to me.
“Carry me daddy.” She said, I reached down to her and lifted her up in my arms, holding onto her as I walked upstairs to Wendy’s room and lowered her onto the bed. “Tell me a story daddy John.” She asked me.
I picked up the book and began to read from the first chapter, after a few minutes she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
* * *
I went downstairs to the living room and turned on the television, switching to the news – always depressing. The local news was a surprise.
‘Two men have been arrested charged with the kidnapping of an American girl — one man is believed to be the girl’s father. The local constabulary reports that they had been contacted by the FBI regarding a ward of court order that had been placed on the unnamed girl. The men gave themselves up voluntarily.”
I noticed that the report failed to mention that Tania herself was missing.
I shook my head at the news report and did not really hear the rest of the news. So Tania didn’t have to worry about being caught by her father for the time being.
I found that the events of the day were catching up with me and so I went to bed, switching off the television as I did.
I looked in at Tania sleeping peacefully in the bed. I tiptoed to the bathroom and did the necessary ablutions, wincing as I flushed the toilet, hoping the noise did not wake my ‘guest’.
I undressed and fell into bed, I do not even remember trying to sleep – something that I have had to do since I lost my family (no since I lost Wendy, the wife was no loss at all!).
I faintly remember a noise during the night and a feeling of warmth behind me, but it did not wake me.
What did awake me was not the noise of the dawn chorus, people starting cars or lawnmowers. However, the touch of lips on my ears, and the feeling of flesh on my arms. I opened my eyes to find Tania was on top of me.
“Good morning daddy John.” She said as I rolled over, she draped her body over my chest as if to try to hold me onto the bed, it was then I noticed that the tee shirt was missing.
“What happened to the tee-shirt?” I asked her
She shrugged, “I prefer Nickel back, at least I’ve heard of them!” she said.
“I’m sorry. Is that some kind of change machine?” I asked her.
She raised herself up and put her arms on her hips. “They’re a pop-group!” She exclaimed. Nevertheless, I was conscious of the fact that she was now straddling my body and displaying to me all of hers. I shook my head. “Yes they are!” She insisted misinterpreting my actions.
“I believe you, but why are you in my bedroom like that?” I asked her.
“I couldn’t sleep last night, and so I crept in here, I did ask you if you minded, but you didn’t answer me.” She giggled, “Your ass looks funny you know.”
“Not as funny as yours is going to be in a moment.” I said menacingly. She gave a small scream and jumped up, but I managed to move my legs to catch her. I pulled her arms and held onto her as I turned myself around to sit on the edge of my bed, I positioned her over my lap and started to spank her.
Instead of hearing her cry in pain she started to laugh, “What’s so funny?” I asked her, “You’re supposed to be crying!”
“It’s your . . . your . . . thingy, it’s poking into me. Now I was embarrassed.
“I’m sorry Tania, I didn’t mean to . . .” I started to say but she laughed.
“It’s okay, mummy said that men can’t help what their thingies do!” and she ignored it, which was more than I could do. I pushed her back so that she was standing on the floor.
“You know Tania; you’re making this very hard for me . . .” It was completely the wrong thing to say as Tania started to laugh aloud. “That wasn’t what I meant” I said and went to the bathroom.
I was sitting on the toilet, doing what everyone does on there, when there was a knock on the door. “Daddy John . . . you’re not . . . angry with me are you?” Tania asked, her voice was so sad and tearful.
“No Tania, I’m not angry with you, it’s me that’s the problem. I’m embarrassed and didn’t want you to see me like that.” I said, realizing that I was telling her the truth.
“But mummy says it’s normal for a man’s . . .” She started to explain.
“Yes, yes it is. But I shouldn’t let a young girl like you see me like that, it’s not right.” I tried to explain.
“But you’ve seen me . . . it isn’t fair.” Tania said.
“No Tania, life isn’t always fair.” I said as I flushed the toilet. I opened the door, finding out I hadn’t locked it – when you live alone you don’t think about such things – Tania could have opened the door at any time! I went to the sink and quickly washed my hands before I opened the door.
Tania was leaning on the doorpost swinging on one foot her head down. I crouched down in front of her and held her hands. “I’m sorry Tania; I’m not used to having pretty young girls standing naked in front of me. I get flustered and confused. I find my self all tide tongued and mix my worms up completely.”
She giggled at that then she hugged me, very disconcerting to be hugged by a naked girl, even one as young as Tania, you never know where to put your own hands, I settled for wrapping them around her back and hugging her as well.
“Now young lady, I think you’d better use the toilet and wash your hands. I have got you clothes from yesterday in your bedroom; I suggest you put them on. Then I’ll cook you breakfast.” I told her she smiled at me and nodded.
I went to my bedroom and dressed.
* * *
When I got downstairs and checked the larder I found I was in trouble, no eggs! No rashers of bacon. I had cereal but not milk – Tania had taken the last of it yesterday!
I was thinking about going to the corner shop to buy something, but that would leave Tania in the house alone, and she would not know where I had gone!
There was a knock on the back door! However, the garage was locked and closed, I did that yesterday! I opened the door to find myself looking at a woman. She handed me a large box. Then she looked around the kitchen.
“You live here all alone?” She said. When I numbly nodded, she shook her head. “No wonder you don’t have much to eat! Now take this, both of you will need it and it should keep you until Monday!” She shook her head again and then left!
It was done so fast I did not even have time to ask, “Who the hell are you!” I carried the box to the kitchen table and opened it. There was a chiller container, quite large, several items of clothing, fit for a 10 year old – including socks and knickers. And a Video camera with batteries and tape! I understood the clothes but why a camera?
In the chiller, I found 12 eggs, a quantity of rashers and bacon, several prepared meals. Fizzy drinks in small plastic bottles. And 4 pints of milk (semi-skimmed). It was more like a care package than supplies.
Then I noticed something else in the bottom of the box. Several pieces of leather with buckles on them, handcuffs and keys!
The food I put away in the fridge, and the freezer. The clothes I left on the table. The Camera and others I also left on the table, it was all very mysterious indeed

Part 5

Tania came down to the kitchen, looked at me and smiled; I cocked an eye at her naked form.
“And what was wrong with your clothes?” I asked her.
“They weren’t ironed!” She said simply. “Oh wow! It came then.” She added seeing the video camera, “Mummy said she wanted to see how you worked.”
“Worked?” I asked uncomprehendingly.
“You know!” Tania said as she put the battery into the camera and then inserted the tape. “Smile please!” She said pointing the lens at me. “Mummy this is daddy John, he’s such a nice man.”
I shook my head. “I’m not. I’m a dirty old man who’s trying hard not to ensure that your daughter can’t sit down for a week.” I tried to growl into the camera.
“Oh you wouldn’t do that to me! Mummy, guess what. Daddy John does not wear anything to bed. He’s just liked you.” Tania said smiling away.
“I woke up this morning to find her in bed with me, you’re most probably already know how she was dressed! Much as she is now!” I said, “I had given her a tee-shirt to wear but she didn’t like it.”
“Well I don’t know the group!” She defended herself; “anyway he didn’t iron my clothes for today.” She said accusingly.
I held up the new clothing that had been supplied, “Well this is new clothes, are you going to wear these?” I asked her.
“Maybe . . .” She said smiling at me. I made a grab for her and managed to snag the camera; I watched the view screen and filmed Tania in her glowing nakedness.
“This is what woke me up this morning! Now I know why you suggested that I should tie her down at night.” I said to the sound of Tania’s giggling. “You see she thinks it’s funny. I had hoped she’d be better mannered than this!”
She stood still with her fists on her hips and a determined expression on her face. “I am well behaved when I’m with strangers, but you’re not! You’re daddy John!” She explained logically.
“You see what I have to fight against. And when she turns those eyes on me. . I just seem to do what she asks. I need help and reinforcements!” I said.
“Daddy John can I see what else was sent!” Tania asked. I stood away from the items on the table. “Oh goody!” She looked at me, “Daddy John, you won’t mind leaving me for a few minutes . . . Oh and can I have the camera please?” She fluttered her eyes at me, which made me smile.
“Oh yes! Firmly around her little finger!” I said as I placed the camera into her hands. I left her alone and sat in the living room, I tried to watch television but on a Saturday, morning there is only children’s programs on. So I put on a CD instead — Secret Messages by ELO (Tania’s comments had made my choice for me) — and then I sat back to listen to it.
“Daddy John!” The call came from the Kitchen. I got up and walked to the door.
In the kitchen, on the floor, knelt Tania, her body folded forward and her arms spread out behind her. I could see on her wrists that she wore bands of leather.
“Greetings master, your slave welcomes you. Your slave apologizes for her manners to you and offers herself for punishment.” She kept her head down while she spoke these lines.
I must admit the change in her was amazing. I almost spoilt things by laughing, but realized it was not right. “You may stand slave and let me inspect you!” I said, in what I hoped was an imperialistic tone.
Tania gracefully got to her feet, brought her hands down in front of her, one foot slightly extended in front of the other. I noticed that she also had leather around her ankles as well. “Raise your head slave and bring your hands to your sides.
Tania obeyed me and looked into my eyes. I could see a twinkle of anticipation in them as she fought to hide the smile her face was trying to make. I could see she was now wearing a leather collar around her neck and, to my surprise; a loincloth was around her waist.
“Good grief you’re actually wearing clothes!” I found myself saying before I could stop myself.
This time she did smile a small, almost secretive smile. “Of course master. You had ordered me to!” She said.
“And a good slave like you always obeys her master?” I asked her.
“Of course master, do you wish to inspect your slave closely?” She said I walked nearer to her, seeing the rings on the collar and hooks on her cuffs. I also saw the flashing red light of the camera and realized that Tania had placed herself into the center of the frame.
I walked around Tania, resting my hand on her shoulder. “Now slave how do you think I should punish you?” I asked her.
“If your slave may be permitted to move master?” She asked me seriously. I nodded and she got a straight-backed chair and carefully placed it in position.
“If my master will sit please. He can then continue what he started this morning.” She said, I sat down, conscious that I was in full view of the camera.
Tania draped herself over my lap. I lifted up the flap of the loincloth to be ‘faced’ with the sight of her bare ass. “Where’s your underwear slave?” I asked her, bringing my hand down — hard — onto her skin. The force surprised her — and me — and she moved her hands to cover the afflicted area.
“What are you doing slave?” I asked her mildly.
“I’m sorry master, it’s just that I wasn’t prepared for that,” She said, her voice catching slightly.
“But you were the one who asked to be punished . . . have you changed your mind?” I asked her still in the same tone of voice.
“Oh no master. Please punish me. I’ll try not to move my hands again.” She said moving back into position.
‘Thwack!’ my second strike was just as hard. “OW. Master!” Tania cried out and her hands moved again.
“TANIA, STAND UP!” I ordered her. She got to her feet and wiped her eyes.
“I’m sorry daddy John. I couldn’t stop myself.” She said sniffling away.
I smiled at her, “I know Tania, and I’m hitting you too hard. I’m sorry that I’m . . .” I started to say but she stopped me.
“No daddy John, mummy said I needed to be properly punished, I shouldn’t be stopping you, you shouldn’t listen to me.” Tania said tears running her face.
I held her hands lightly, remembering what Janet had said last night, “You want your daddy to punish you?” I asked her softly so that the camera could not catch it.
“Yes daddy John, my schoolmates always say how their dads have a firm hand, and how they then hug and comfort them afterwards.” Tania said in an equally soft voice.
“Well then I’ll have to do something then!” I said and before she could stop me, I quickly attached her wrists to the collar. “Now back into position!” I ordered her while helping her to lie across my lap.
“Ready now?” I asked her softly while raising my hand.
She nodded; I brought my hand down onto her naked ass, although not as hard as I had done before. This time I did not listen to her cries . . . Well I say I did not listen, I felt bad with each moment as my hand touched her flesh.
After 20 strikes I could not continue. I lowered the scrap of cloth back into position and gently lifted her back onto her feet — and then I had to hug her! “I’m sorry Tania. I didn’t mean to be so hard on you,” I was saying to her, and then I heard her also speaking.
“Oh daddy John, thank you, thank you.” She was saying softly. I kissed her forehead. She raised her face, kissed me on my lips, and then went down on her knees again, folding herself down so that her face touched the floor.
“This slave thanks her master for punishing her.” She said formally, I got up from my chair and spoke to the camera.
“Janet, when you play this I want you to know that I think you’ve done a wonderful thing when you produced Tania, how you can ever bring yourself to punish her I don’t know, I’ve found it hard enough . . . Now if you’ll pardon us we’ve got breakfast to eat!” I turned of the tape and put the camera to one side.
“TANIA! Get up and come here!” I said to the recumbent form on the floor. The young girl struggled to her feet and walked to me. “Put on some clothes and get the table ready for breakfast.” I said and started to get out the bowls for cereal. I was pouring it out when I heard a ‘Hump’ from Tania. I looked at her; she still had her wrists connected to her collar.
I smiled at her. “Well? Why haven’t you got dressed yet?” I asked her before reaching to her and unclipping her form the bondage.
“Thank you!” Tania said and then picked up a yellow pair of knickers, she stepped into them and pulled them up, the yellow fabric disappearing under the loin cloth giving me tantalizing glimpses of yellow at her sides. I dragged my eyes away from the view and concentrated on the food.
Tania pulled the chair back to the table and sat down on it, and then quickly she got up. “Own! My ass hurts!” She complained.
“I wonder why?” I said smiling, which earned me a dirty look from her. “You did ask for it didn’t you.” I asked her.
She nodded and smiled again, “Yes daddy John.” I went to the living room and took a cushion from the settee, placing it on her chair. She sat down on it and started to wriggle in an effort tot find an easy spot.
“I hope you like this cereal Tania, it’s the best I can do at the moment.” I said to her.
“That’s okay daddy John, I’ll eat nearly anything.” She said and proved her words right by clearing the bowl within minutes. I asked her if she wanted more but she shook her head. “No thanks daddy John. What are we going to do today?” She then asked me.
This did stump me. I mean I could not take her out around town, although there was nothing about her missing in the news I was sure that if I was seen with a young girl I would end up in a cell next to her father.
“Well you see Tania, I think it’s safer for me if we stay here, I’m sorry if that sounds . . .” I tried to explain but Tania stopped me.
“I understand daddy John, people wouldn’t understand.” She said.
“So . . . what do you want to do?” I asked her, almost dreading her answer.
“I could help you to clean up your room.” She said getting up from her chair, sounding slightly like my mother when I was fourteen!
“First things first, we’ve got he washing up to do.” I said snagging hold of her arm.
I washed and she dried . . . or started to dry as I helped her when the washing was done

Part 6

You know it’s amazing how much junk can accumulate over several years, I had letters from 5 years ago still gathering dust, and clothing . . . well let’s just say I had filled a few black bags with stuff that couldn’t fit me.
“What’s this?” Tania asked holding up a piece of paper.
I sat down on the bed and tried not to cry. “It’s . . . it’s a drawing... Wendy did. It was only a couple of days before her . . . her mother . . . took her away.”
Tania studied it with the eyes of a child. “Oh I see, that’s your house, there’s you and this must be Wendy . . . but why is that woman so far apart from you two . . . as if she wasn’t really a part of you. And there’s a shape behind the house?”
I must admit that I had never noticed these things before, she was separate from Wendy and me, and that shape . . . I had to look hard to see it, but it was there. Then I realized that this was a warning from Wendy. She knew that there was a split developing and this was her way of telling me. “I should have listened to her.” I said softly.
Tania was watching me; her gaze had a worried look about it, and “Daddy John it’s all right to miss her you know.” She said wisely
“I don’t miss my wife, she was no real loss,” I said looking at the drawing.
“No silly, Wendy. She’s the one you’ve really missed!” As always, the child could see behind the fog, not that I really tried to hide it.
I nodded, “Yes Tania, I do miss Wendy. I suppose I want slightly crazy when they left. I tried finding Wendy, even hanging around schools when she would have been six. That’s when she got a court injunction against me . . . turns out the man she left me for was the magistrate who signed the order.”
“So you got screwed!” Tania said. I looked at her sharply. “Well you did, didn’t you?” She said ignoring my look.
I had to smile at her words, “Yes Tania, I was royally ‘screwed’ as you said, then I found that the woman I’d married had reported me to the social services, said she didn’t like the way I was bringing up Wendy, ‘inappropriate touching’ she said, I still have no idea what she meant by that.”
Tania climbed into my lap and wrapped her arms around me. “But she was wrong wasn’t she daddy John. I have always said you were a good man, and you are! You wouldn’t hurt Wendy . . . or anyone else!”
I smiled at her, “You’d say that! Even after I beat you.” I said.
“But daddy John, you didn’t want to do it, but I asked you to. I heard what you said to the camera afterwards.” She sniffled and held me closer, “I love you daddy John.”
I kissed the top of her head. “And I love you Tania.” I said and was amazed to realize that it was true.
“If that’s so daddy John can you promise you’ll do something for me?” She asked sweetly, baiting the trap.
“I suppose so . . . what is it?” I asked, falling neatly into it.
“Let’s finish here first!” She said jumping up and pulling me to my feet. I did notice that she carefully took Wendy’s picture and put it out of harms way before whizzing through the work.
An hour later, I was looking at a new room, I must admit I had forgotten what color the carpet was . . . And I did not realize there was a mat in the room at all!
There was still some time before dinner and Tania knew how she wanted to spend it!
My first clue was when she came out of the toilet and appeared in the kitchen, she was dressed in her slave girl costume. The leather cuffs and collar all in place. I glanced at the loincloth and could not see any sign of yellow at the side.
“Daddy John, could you take me up to the bedroom please, and bring the rope with you!” she said picking up the camera and walking away with it. I followed her upstairs noticing how the flashes of skin showed from under the loincloth. I certain she was doing it on purpose!
We arrived at Wendy’s bedroom and Tania carefully place the camera so that it took in all of the bed.
“Hello mummy, I’ve asked daddy John if he will do anything I ask. So here I am asking daddy John if he would tie me up as he did yesterday.” She as looking at me with those eyes again.
I sighed, “Alright Tania, I did promise . . . now exactly the same as yesterday or something different?”
Her eyes sparkled, “How different?” She asked.
I did not reply but picked her up and tossed her onto the bed. She squealed as her loincloth flew up into the air showing her naked lower body, she flipped it down with her hand and smiled back at me.
“Kneel on the bed slave!” I ordered her; she moved into position and faced me, her eyes watching me all the time.
“Those are nice strips! Hooks on the cuffs and eyes on the ankles. Make’s it very easy to do this!” I pulled on her left arm, crossed her legs over and, using the hook and eye, attached her left arm to her right leg. I then did the same to her right arm and left leg.
Tania was now balancing on her knees. “Comfortable Tania?” I asked her, she nodded her head in answer. “Good! Now how would a rope bra look on you?” I asked rhetorically.
I touched her breast buds making her squirm; I bent close to her and whispered, “Am I hurting you?”
“No! I was just enjoying the feel of your hand, you know that’s the first time you’ve done that when you meant to.” Tania said equally as quietly, and she moved her chest into my hands as if to encourage me.
After a few minutes of manipulations her budding breasts were as rigid as they could be, I began to wrap them in the clothesline, going in a figure of eight around the mounds and then behind her back. I then showed her how much rope was left over.
“Shall I continue?” I asked her looking down to her loincloth.
“Yes please,” Tania said, “I enjoyed it yesterday.”
“Very well, then you won’t be needing this!” I started to untie the loincloth and removed it completely from her body. I threaded the rope through the front of her brassier and then brought it down between her legs. Looped it back using the bra rope behind her, and then back through her legs again and tied it off at the front.
I stepped back to admire my handiwork, but Tania overbalanced and fell forward onto her face. I brought her back upright and considered her situation.
If I had some more rope I could anchor her back upright, but with the small bundles I had I would be spending time tying them together, I found myself looking at the door where the remains of Wendy’s bedspread hung.
“Don’t move!” I instructed Tania as I released her and went to the door. I ignored the muffled squawk as I tore the bedspread into lengths of cloth. I then turned back to Tania, who was again lying face down with her feet in the air. I found two places on the headboard where I could fix the two sheets.
“You know Tania, I thought you had a more balanced personality than this?” I said to her, ignoring the dagger she was sending my way. I righted her again and started to attach the strips of fabric to her arms.
“Okay Tania, I want you to really throw yourself forward.” I instructed her; again, she just looked at me with an exasperated expression on her face. Then she moved her body and tried to fall forward, but failed. I had to smile at her.
I checked the view screen to ensure that Tania was in full view; I could see that one of the ropes going between her legs had started to enter her slit; the colors of her cheeks came out nicely.
“Now do you want me to stay and watch you?” I asked her.
She looked shyly at me, “You don’t mind if I say no, do you daddy John.” She asked me.
I shook my head, “Of course not, I’ll be back later.” I brushed her hair and left the room, closing the door.
I sat down in the living room and started playing the CD again; I relaxed and started to nap.
I woke to the strains of ‘4 little diamonds’ or rather to the last few lines
‘I still hear her calling out to me,
I still listen for her endlessly,
but it never even crossed my mind she was a cheater.
I’ve gotta find out where she hides,
‘cos if the law don’t get her, then I will,
Four little diamonds.’
I came awake instantly; it was as if that song had opened my mind. I did still want to hear Wendy. I did still miss her and I did want to get her back. However, I was completely dependant on my solicitor to do his best, but I did not really have a chance. To me Wendy would be my little diamond.
I stretched, I had been asleep for only 20 minutes, but I felt ready for nearly anything. A rumble from my stomach reminded of what the first thing would be, I went to the kitchen and turned on the oven. There was a pile of clothing to be washed, this time I put Tania’s socks in to the machine as well and started it working.
I picked up the new clothing that had been delivered and to take them upstairs. Halfway up the stairs I could hear moans coming from Wendy’s room. I ran to the door and opened it.
Tania was writhing on the bed, her hips moving as if trying to remove the ropes running through her legs. Her face was bright red and so was the rest of her body, except for her breast buds, they were darkening with the trapped blood.
I rushed to Tania’s side, “Are you alright Tania? I didn’t mean to tie it so tight, let me loosen it for you.”
“NO! Please . . . leave it . . .” She managed to gasp out before she seemed to flex her whole body and she almost screamed out. “Oh yeeesss, yes so gooood!” Then I understood, she was not crying out in pain . . . but pleasure!
I waited for her to calm down before I touched her. “Are you alright Tania?” I asked her she did not answer but just nodded dreamily. “I’m going to untie you now.” I said to her.
“Daddy John, do you have to? Can’t you leave me like this a bit longer?” She asked me.
I realized that I had only turned the oven on; I had not put the food in it yet. “Alright, but just 15 minutes more.” I told her, she smiled at me.
“Thank you . . . daddddy Johnnnn!” Her voice started to alter as her bonds started to work their magic on her. I moved to the side of her — so that I did not block the camera’s view — and gently stroked her engorged breasts. The effect was amazing as it threw her completely over the edge.
“Oh yes . . . yes . . . daddy! Yes . . . Oh yes . . . yes . . . yeesss” And her whole body went limp. I held her upright so that she did not dislocate her arms. I quickly untied the cloth supports from the arms and laid her down gently onto her side.
I went to the bathroom and soaked a flannel in cold water, thinking about it I also filled a beaker with cold water, taking both into Wendy’s room. I gently bathed her forehead with the flannel, the coolness of the cloth helping to bring her to.
“Oh that was sooo nice daddy John, it’s never felt like that before! What happened? And why am I lying down?”
I caressed her hair, “You fainted my dear Tania, your orgasm was so strong that it overwhelmed your senses.” I helped her to the kneeling position. “Are you thirsty?” I asked her, she nodded. I picked up the beaker and held it to her lips, she drank slowly, and taking sips of the water.
“Thank you daddy John, I did need that!” she said gratefully. “How much longer can I stay tied up?” She added.
“Well I’ve got to get the dinner into the oven, and it should take about half an hour after that, but you’ll need to recover from this during that time. Let me put the food in first and I’ll be back to release you, Okay?”
She nodded her head; I gently lowered her back down on the bed and left the bedroom. I was nearly to the bottom of the stairs when I heard sounds from upstairs. I smiled.

Part 7

I had put the dinners into the oven and walked up the stairs. As I approached Wendy’s room, I started to speak aloud.
“Fee, Fie, Foo, Fum I smell the blood of an American!” I said and I opened the door
“You see mummy he’s a very nice man.” I realized she was addressing the camera still.
“Time to untie you now Tania, I’ll try to be gentle with it.” I said as I straightened her up. I loosened the crotch rope first. Both had worked their way into the young girl’s slit. I managed to work the first without much problem, gently pulling it out from the loop of ropes on her back.
I then noticed that the rope had worked itself tightly into her ass-crack, I tried to move it gently away from her but could hear her gasp as I touched her. It was now that I had a problem. “Tania, I’m going to work this rope out of you, it means I’m going to have to touch you deeply in front, I’m sorry.” I said softly.
“That’s great daddy, I want you to!” She said. For a moment I hesitated, she had called me daddy — not daddy John, but daddy! I swallowed and then gently worked my finger into Tania’s little slit behind the rope. I could swear she lifted her hips in an effort to help me, the moistness I encountered surprised me, I did not think girls this young could get so wet.
I wriggled my finger hearing Tania sigh as the rope moved; I gradually eased the rope up and out of her slit. I could see her clit, red and taw from the agitation that the ropes had made on it. I passed my finger over it a couple of times and felt her shudder again as her body was overwhelmed once more.
I resisted the urge to kiss that small nubbin, I still felt it would not be right to do that to her. I now started to release her small buds from their confinement. Again, gently releasing the mounds from the rope. I had thought that once she was free that would be the finish of her problems. However, she started to moan — in pain — as the blood returned to her skin.
“Oh daddy. It hurts, it hurts so bad . . . please kiss it better.” She said in her pain . . . what else could I do? I bent down and started to kiss and then suck on her breasts feeling her pull in closer to me. Somehow, what I was doing was having some effect on Tania, without even thinking about it my hands started moving on her body. One holding her backside, the other, I could feel her smooth slit beneath my fingers, she shifted again, not to escape but to bring me closer to her body.
I touched her again, sliding my hand over her clit, which I now found to be a hard nubbin. Causing her to whisper in her excitement. “Yes daddy, please daddy please, I’ve always wanted you to do this to me.” I almost did not hear her but then she exploded in her orgasm — which nearly deafened me.
“OH DADDY, DADDY, YES, YES, YYYYYEEEEESSSSSSssssssssss!” The last sounding like air rushing out of a balloon. This time she did collapse falling backwards like a rag doll. I am not sure how many orgasms she had had during her time in bondage but I think each one was better than the last.
I laid her back on the bed and went to the bathroom again, this time to get a bath towel to wipe over her body, I found some cream in the bathroom cabinet — it was over 6 years old but should still help her.
I returned to Wendy’s room to find that Tania was still unconscious, but her breathing was strong so I was not worried — I did have pictures of having to rush her to hospital ‘and how did she get into this state sir?’ ‘Well doctor after I untied her from her bondage and fingered her slit she collapsed!’ added with the sounds of police sirens and clanging of cell doors! — I was glad that that scenario was not going to happen.
I surrounded her body with the bath sheet and gently rubbed her dry, I looked at her breasts — they were still red both from the rough rope and my administering to them, I took the cream and started to cover them in the stuff, then massaged it into her flesh, feeling them harden under my touch again, maybe that wasn’t a good idea after all!
I picked up a blouse from the new clothing, put her arms through the sleeves, and buttoned it up. I then found her yellow knickers, threaded her feet through the holes, and drew the garment up her legs to cover her properly. Then I picked up a pair of jeans, which I also managed to dress her in
“Thank you daddy John.” Tania said when I had finished.
I looked into her smiling face, “You were awake all the time?” I asked her.
“Oh yes daddy John, it felt so good when you were rubbing my tits, I nearly came again. And then when you dressed me it made me feel so young again, I could almost picture my dad doing that for me.” She moved to get up. “OW! That hurts!” She said clutching at her chest.
“What’s wrong?” I asked her concerned.
“My tits, they’re rubbing on the blouse and they’re so sensitive that it hurts me!” She said her hands going to the buttons on the blouse.
“Oh no you don’t!” I told her holding her hands, “that’s part of your punishment, you’ve got to remain fully clothed during dinner, I’m starting to get distracted by your lack of clothing.”
“You mean that.” She asked me and then looked down at her blouse, “But I’ve hardly anything there at the moment.”
I smiled at her, “Don’t rush yourself Tania, they’ll soon grow and then you’ll be beating the boys away with a whip.” I said.
“Will you buy me one please daddy John.” She asked me a pleading tone in her voice.
However, I shook my head, “No way that’s for your mother to do; she’s fully responsible for you.”
“Pleaseeee, daddy John.” She started to look at me with those eyes again.
Something inside me melted, “We’ll see. I don’t really earn that much you know.” I picked her up off the bed seeing her face wince slightly as the fabric of her blouse brushed against her breasts.
“I’m going to turn this tape off now mummy. I’ll replace it with a new one.” She said to the camera and picked it up as I passed by holding her in my arms.
“So where do you work daddy John?” Tania asked me as I started to walk down the stairs. So I found myself telling Tania that I worked for a computer company that was a branch of some American conglomerate, how it was my job to anticipate the next generation of chips that would be needed, how my boss was siphoning off some of the budget for his own little nest-egg and blaming problems on his staff. She did seem interested when I told her the name of the company — no, I am not going to mention it here. Then she went back to moaning about her blouse.
“No buts Tania, you are wearing that and that’s final!” I told her as I dropped her into her, padded, chair. The oven gave a ‘ping’ telling me that if I left the food in any longer it would be charcoal. I removed the trays and started putting them onto plates.
“Hey daddy John, you can eat them from the trays you know.” Tania said, I just looked at her and tilted my head.
“I’ve heard that as well. But this way it seems like a proper meal!” and continued arranging the food on the plate.
I put the two plates on the table and then got out the cutlery. Tania quickly aimed the camera at her dinner, “There you are mummy, that’s how he wants to eat his meals” and then she quietly added, “That’s if you want to stay with him!”
“Tania, it’s not right for you to try to be a matchmaker. Your mother was already married once as was I. Do you think we want to make the same mistake again.”
“But daddy John . . .” Tania started to say but I just looked at her and shook my head. “Okay daddy John… I tried mummy.” She then turned off the camera and I heard the whiz of the tape as it rewound in the transport.
We ate the meal in silence; actually, it was not too bad, not as much cardboard as I normally expect to eat.
I took the plates away and found some ice cream in the freezer — it was still edible and quickly vanished. Tania looked expectantly at me. “Daddy John, has dinner finished?” She asked me.
I sensed a trap but like a blind fool said, “Apart from the washing up, yes.”
“Goody!” Tania said and started to unbutton her blouse.
“What are you doing?” I asked her, but that was a daft question in itself.
“You said that I had to wear this for dinner . . . well dinners over so I can take it off. You did say that!” She said watching me.
I counted to 10 — slowly. Then I mentally went over what I had said. She was right I did only say dinner, I never mentioned afterwards. Therefore, I nodded. “Yes Tania that was what I said, but what if someone visits us, how’s it going to look with a half naked girl in the house?” I tried to appeal to her better nature — more fool me!
“Well I could always take everything off as well.” She compromised (!)
“That would be even worse! What if you had a tee shirt handy? Would that be easier for you?” I asked her.
She regarded my face and agreed that it might be better for us both if she kept it handy
“So . . . what do you want to do now?” I then asked her.
“Well I’ll help you with the drying up and then can we just sit down and relax? I’m feeling kind of tired for some reason.” She asked me. I nodded and put the plates in the sink.
It was 15 minutes later and we were sitting in the living room. The television was on, but we both agreed that it was not very good.
“Do you want to watch a film?” I asked her. She had a thoughtful look on her face so I tipped my head to one side and added, “Pleeeaaasssee?”
She giggled and then nodded her head. I got up and picked out a Carry On film — Carry on Camping. I started the film running and sat back in my chair. Immediately Tania decided to sit with me — or rather on me — and leant back onto my chest, giggling at the film it was about a girl at Paradise camp (a nudist camping club — please note camping means under canvas)
Tania looked up at me, “Mummy goes to a place like that, but not in tents we have an apartment. All those people without clothes and everything bouncing about!” She giggled and then sighed, “And that feels nice as well.” I looked at her and realized that my hands had started to roam over her small form as she rested against me. I went to pull them away but Tania help onto them and pressed them against her chest.
“But Tania . . .” I started to say.
“Please daddy John, I like you doing that to me, I don’t think there’s anything wrong in it, and I want you to do it!” she said forcibly. I did not answer but gently moved my hands over her chest.
I came to . . . the film was showing the girls exercising and Barbara Windsor’s bra had just flown into Kenneth William’s face when the phone rang. Tania jumped in my arms and then looked at me sheepishly. I held onto her and got up from my chair, I then put her down on the floor and went into the kitchen.
“Hello?” I said into the handset.
“John? Did I dial the right number?” It was Janet, and from the noise on the line, she was on a mobile.
“Hello Janet, where are you?” I asked her as Tania came running from the living room.
“I’m at 30,000 feet but don’t know exactly where I am, how’s Tania?” There was not anything threatening in her voice, just a general enquiry.
“She’s fine, in fact she’s right here trying to grab the phone.” I said and passed the handset to Tania.
“Hello mummy . . . Great! Daddy John’s just wonderful, he makes me go all, sorry mummy I forgot . . . yes mummy . . . no mummy . . . we got the supplies and we have used some of them . . . oh you’ll see. Okay mummy, bye.” and she handed the phone back to me, but her head was down.
“Yes Janet?”
“I want to thank you for looking after Tania for me, I don’t know what I would have done . . . We both owe you.” Janet said.
“Hey now Janet, it’s something anyone would have done, and Tania is no trouble at all.” A comment, which got me a smile and a hug from Tania. “We’re watching an old video film at the moment.”
“Oh? I would have thought you’d be doing something else.” Was Janet’s comment?
“Oh no, for some reason Tania’s all tuckered out and wanted to relax for a bit, but from the way she looking at me I think she’s recovered enough for some more.” I said looking at Tania’s smiling face.
“That’s good, she needs lots of exercise . . . Sorry John, I have to go, someone else wants to use this phone, I’ll see you tomorrow, have fun both of you.”
“Well I think Tania will but I’m not sure about me though,” I said
“Just throw yourself into the part, you might find it fun, bye.” Janet finished, I found myself saying ‘bye’ into a silent phone.
I turned to see Tania watching me closely. “So! What do you want to do? See the end of the film or . . .” I didn’t finish the question as Tania had dashed off to the kitchen and then returned with the camera, she was slotting a new battery into it and had a wrapped tape in her mouth.
“Well . . . I suppose that’s answered that question. I’ll have to watch the end of the film myself . . . just later!” I said as I started to walk upstairs.

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anonymous reader — 28 June 2011 06:56
Great stuff, you hpeeld me out so much!
READER — 28 November 2006 18:51
GR( like the way you make it seam like he is doing this while a fight is going on iside him with his head and hos dick but a hope his dick wins in t he end
READER — 28 November 2006 07:33
READER — 27 November 2006 07:50
u need to really punish this little thing. how bout some hard throat fucking? stick a baseball bat in her bald pussy while u pound her 10 yr. old asshole..............dirtyd...
READER — 27 November 2006 04:23
that was pretty good keep them coming...
READER — 27 November 2006 00:08
keep them coming
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what a luckey guy
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