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 Title: A New Daddy
Published: May 2014
By: Oneheavyhand@hotmail.com
Keywords: MF, Mf(7), Ff(7), Oral, Anal, Spank, Mdom

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   What happens when a Schizophrenic mother with a child who has no short
term memory (Amterogarade) meets a budding Parahilic?  The answer is bound
to be fun for someone.

   ***



   Winter had been long and arduous, holding on to everything it touched
until no man or woman could handle even one more day.  For the children it
had started as any winter would, with snow men and snow angels marking the
stark white scenery in every direction.  Snow ball fights and forts came
with the second snow, and the third brought flu and stuffed noses.  By the
tenth snow day even the children were ready for a taste of Summer.  But
first Spring had to come, and that is where this story starts.



   I am an avid bicker, not the motor bike bicker but the health nut kind
of bicker.  I stand a full six feet tall and weigh just at one sixty five,
a near perfect frame that I worked hard to maintain.  Perhaps I am not the
best looking man around, but at twenty eight I do well enough at the clubs
that I have chosen not to have a steady girl.  With all the pussy out there
why would I want someone to hold me back if its offered.



   As I do not have a steady I have plenty of time to work out and yes
bike. A short run for me is ten miles, but that is just not healthy after
two months of being unable to ride more than a block without being froze to
death.  To get myself back up to speed after bad winters I usually start
off just riding through the neighbourhood for a week or so.  From there its
nothing to jump back up to five then ten miles.



   That is just what I was doing when I ran into Brenda.  That is quite
literal, Brenda came down the drive and right out into the road where I
promptly ran into her.  I could have dodged her had I seen her early
enough, unluckily I was looking beyond the driveway at the rather well
rounded rump bent over to pick up something from the yard.



   I heard someone yell something just as I left the seat of my bike for an
unplanned flight over the top of a pink blurr.  Having been just riding in
the neighbourhood I had not been dressed in any of my normal riding attire
so the crash left me sore, bruised, and scraped up in a number of spots. 
The child I had ran into on the other hand got away with nothing more than
a little scratch on her left knee.



   Not that it mattered to a seven year old girl who was on the maiden
flight of her brand new hot pink Barbie bicycle.  Her screams were ten
times as loud as the line of curse words pouring from my lips which ended
with "FUCK" as I realized what I had slammed into.  I hobbled to my feet
about the time the woman who's ass had caused the accident made it to where
the little girl sat crying in the road.



   First thing I noticed as I looked over at the two was in man fashion
that "mom" was much better looking from the back side.  Not that she was
ugly or fat, she was just a very plain looking brunette with an average
body and sub average tits.  The lady probably had never needed anything
more than an A cup even when pregnant with her little one.  I also noticed
that instead of comforting the child she was scolding her.  Ever the macho
man I went to the childs defence telling her mom that it was my fault for
not paying attention to where I was going.  The woman however all but
ignored me, giving the girl a swat on the back side and sending her to the
house.



   With the girl half up the drive her mother turned to me and held out her
hand, introducing herself as Mandy then pointing up to the house and
telling me the "cry baby" was Brenda.  Before I could defend the child a
second time Mandy started in on how she had told the child a hundred times
to stay out of the road, adding that she was going to give her a good one
this time.  I was not quite sure what a good one was but I had a good idea
and I did not want to be the cause of it.  Still Mandy would not listen and
after asking if I was ok told me she was a nurse and could clean up my cuts
if I wanted to follow her in.



   More thinking to make sure Brenda was actually ok I followed Mandy in
and was told to take a seat as she went to get some supplies.  The place
looked about what I would call normal with a few pictures hanging here and
there, mostly of her and some guy that looked like her father.  A few were
of Brenda, mostly when she was just a baby but one in particular made the
child really stand out.  It must have been made at one of them Glamour
Shots places as she had to have been wearing makeup in order to have gotten
that color in her cheeks and to have made her pea green eyes stand out like
that.  If she did not follow to close to her mother the girl was going to
be a knock out someday that was for sure.



   When Mandy returned it was with Brenda in tow.  The girl looked ok save
the red mark on her knee and the tear covered face relieving me of that
fear.  And the crying had stopped so I guessed whatever Mandy had meant was
not something like I had thought, and that made me feel a bit better still.




   Mandy had also brought a basket from the back of the house and after
handing me a cold beer set to work quietly cleaning the cuts and scrapes
while I tried to hold back the pain that shot through me each time she
dabbed one of the wounds.  When she finished she stood up placing her hands
on hip and with a satisfied look said "There, all better now!"



   I was about to get up and thank her for the help when she turned to
Brenda and pulled the child up between us while telling me "Someone has
something they want to say.  Dont they!"



   I guess I could say sorry to the kid I thought but never got a chance to
say it.  Brenda instantly turned on the water works and stuttered "I'm
sorry!"



   Thinking it was my turn now I told Brenda it was ok and that I should
have been watching too, Mandy however did not agree.  She repeated her
earlier statement, telling Brenda that she was tired of not being listened
to then went into a tirade about how the girl needed a father and a good
whipping.  I was feeling like a third wheel and quite ready to make for the
door when Mandy spun Brenda around and in one quick motion had the girl
bent double and her pants down at the ankles.



   I was not sure what to think, was Mandy actually going to spank her
little girl right there in front of a total stranger?  I was certain It was
time to leave, but then I made a fateful mistake.  I looked at Brenda's
naked little ass and saw what no man should have been seeing.  Trying to
keep her balance the child had spread her legs just about a shoulders width
inadvertently giving me a perfect view of her still hairless pussy lips.



   I sat there looking a little too long as Mandy took my inactivity as
approval, but not for her to punish the child as I had thought.  Mandy
reached into the basket she had brought in and pulled out the oddest
looking whip I had ever seen, and held it out to me!  I looked up at her
then to the thin green nylon ropes hanging from the handle, tentatively
reaching out then taking a closer look when she dropped it into my open
hand.  I had seen something like this before I realized after a few
seconds. I had a Navy buddy who had something like this but without the
eight lengths of extra cord hanging from the end.  It was basically a key
chain for his boatswain whistle made of parachute cord.  It had even been
the same color.



   "Where did you get something like this?" I asked as I stalled for time
and tried to think through what was happening.  As Mandy told me of
Brenda's dad making it just for his bad little girl, I worked the
implications out in my head.  In the end as I figured it Brenda was going
to get a whipping, and if I did the whipping she would get off lighter than
if I left and let her mom do the deed.  It would not hurt that I could
spend a little more time looking at the Brenda's pussy.



   Taking in a breath and nodding in hopes I would look and sound more
assured than I felt I told Mandy I had no children of my own but I was more
than capable of disiplining a rotten apple.  Mandy stepped aside a bit
further then crossed her arms over her chest and watched as I brought the
odd little whip across Brenda's pale white ass from right to left then back
again.  It did not look or sound like the tendrils trailing across the
childs buttox hit that hard, the shout coming from her mouth said other
wise.



   I had not wanted to hurt the child like that.  I hesitated and looked
over at Mandy, her face a mask of disgust I felt aimed at my inability to
follow through with the childs punishment.  I knew what I needed to do if I
was going to salvage my manhood.  I stood up and looked Mandy in the eyes
saying "I just realized if you had been watching her like you should have
then you could have stopped her before she ran into me."



   The disgusted look was replaced with surprise at my statement, a "But
I..." coming out as I pointed the whip at a spot right next to Brenda.



   I stayed resolute and held my head high as Mandy meekly worked her way
around me to stand beside her daughter.  All I said was "Down with them "
and Mandy actually dropped her drawers and turned around to expose her bare
ass to the spanking she knew was coming.



   I rolled the cloth handle in my hand testing it's weight and grip for a
second then asked, "Two for one, what you think?" adding "You got twice the
ass after all!" before Mandy could disagree.  She did not answer, snorting
instead as if to dare me to do my best.  The first two swings changed that
attitude even before the tendrils of red rose to the milky white surface of
her fleshy cheeks.



   I was good to my word giving Mandy two strokes of the whip to every one
Brenda received.  Between each set I told Mandy in the most commanding tone
I possessed "Tell me when she has had enough." Then giving the woman a
second to answer brought the whip down on Brenda's shivering little tail
end.  Before switching to Mandy I took a good look at the back side I had
just laid the whip too, my cock stirring in my pants as I my mind turned to
thoughts I had not had sense my niece had lost her bikini bottoms to the
family dog a few years back.



   That had been one hell of a funny thing actually.  My niece Crystal was
eight or nine at the time, a cute little blond with the biggest puppy dog
eyes that ever melted a heart.  We had gotten together for our yearly
family thing.  Normally we would have done it at mom and dads but this time
at my Sister Lisa's because of the new pool her old man had put in the
summer before.



   My family is not small.  My parents had seven kids, five of them girls
and two of us boys with me being the youngest.  If you think my mom had a
hectic life as a mom you should have seen her as a grandmom.  Not only was
she worrying herself about her own seven, but she couldn't keep her hands
out of the lives of her twelve grand kids.  Family reunions for her were
just a way to get them all together at one time so she could pass on her
wisdoms to us all at once, to everyone else it was a reason to party.



   That is exactly what we were doing when the incident happened.  Us older
adults were gathered around the pool sipping on our brewski's and the kids
were running about and occasionally taking a dip in the pool.  Crystal was
actually one of the older kids and the only one with a two piece bikini, a
fact she happily showed off to everyone.  At the time it happened she was
playing keep away with some of the other kids and my sisters doberman.  The
doberman however did not undertand the rules and after a few tosses of the
Frisbie decided he was getting that flying thing one way or another. 
Crystal just happened to be the one with the Frisbie and had turned away
from the family pet when he took action.  How he kept from taking a chunk
of her ass I will never know, but one second Crystal was laughing at him
and the next she was laying on the deck while he was trotting off with her
bikini bottoms hanging from his lips.



   Funny as it was my eyes fell on her cute little ass immediately and then
her innocent little pussy as she got to her feet.  While she ran for the
house my perverted mind pumped her up a few years to what I thought she
might look like at sixteen, and I suddenly realized I was going to have a
problem if I did not cover up real soon.  The reunion lasted three days and
everytime I saw Crystal I had to find something else to think about.  And
for a week after I could not so much as close my eyes without seeing that
sweet little ass as she raced past.



   Brenda was not Crystal by any means but she was still cute enough to get
a reaction from me.  It did not hurt that her mother was looking just as
good in her current position.  The real problem was that I was starting to
enjoy the sight to the point that each time either let out a yelp of pain
my dick and balls tingled.  And Mandy made it all the more fun by refusing
to accept she or Brenda had enough.



   Both of the milky white asses had turned a pinkish red before I tired of
the game.  Mandy had taken a full fifty swats and had trails or red welts
criss crossing her cheeks.  Brenda was not all that much better off though
she had taken only half the beating.  The child was shivering something
fierce from the pain, and where her mother remained quiet outside of the
pain filled yelps Brenda was openly begging both her mother and me to stop.
I could almost see the relief flood over Brenda when I told the two I
figured that was enough to teach them both a lesson.



   With the spanking over Brenda pulled her pants up and after looking both
at her mother and me took off for the back of the house.  Mandy also pulled
up her pants but unlike her daughter remained standing in front of me until
she had wiped the tears from her face and said "I can't pay to get your
bike fixed but I can cook you dinner if you like."



   I had not even thought about my bike still sitting by the road side.  It
was a five hundred dollar bike and just sitting there begging to be stolen.
I needed to check the bike out for damage and get it back home more than I
needed dinner, besides that I was not looking forward to sitting around the
dinner table with Mandys old man.  Moving the curtains aside to make sure
my bike was still there I told Mandy "Thank you, maybe another time." then
headed toward the door.  As the light shone in through the open door Mandy
quickly wrote something down on the back of a business card and handed it
to me then thanked me and watched as I shoved it into a pocket and made a
bee line for my bike.



   Somehow neither my bike or the pink Barbie bike were damaged outside of
a few paint scrapes.  Once home I double checked everything before heading
in to change out of the blood and dirt stained clothes I was still wearing
and took a quick shower to cool myself down.  As I walked back into my
bedroom with towel vigorously rubbing my hair dry my eyes fell on the card
now sitting on the edge of my dresser.  On one side was the name and
business contact information for a some doctor and on the other side her
private number.



   I spent the time it took to dry and change thinking about the offer of
dinner and wondering what her old man would think if I actually took her up
on it.  Thinking maybe they were swingers and I was being invited to a
private party I finished dressing and picked up the phone.  Hearing Mandy's
voice I asked straight up "What is your husband going to say about having a
strange man at the dinner table?"



   The other end was quiet for a few seconds before Mandy told me she had
no clue.  It took me asking why for her to tell me that she was not married
and had never been.  This was an open invitation for a night of sex as far
as I was concerned and I after taking a few seconds to ensure she would get
the feeling that I the one being put out I agreed to dinner at six.



   I arrived at five till six and found Mandy just setting the table, with
in five minutes she was serving up a steaming hot plate of Chicken Cordon
Bleu on a bed of rice and pea's.  The first few minutes were a little
awkward with neither of us wanting to be the first to break the Ice, I
finally took the lead asking where Brenda's dad was.  The look I got was
one of those not in front of the children looks I often saw on my moms face
as a kid, but after two bites of her dinner she put her fork down and said
"He isn't allowed to come around anymore."



   "Court order?" I pried in hopes of figuring out where I sat after the
afternoons session.



   "My moms orders." she replied looking side long at Brenda who had her
face buried in her plate.  "It's a long story."



   I slowly processed what she said, remembering the pictures in the living
room with the old man and the woman I thought was her.  But it was not her
I realized as I looked at Brenda and thought back to the Glamour shot
photo. The old man and woman had to be her mother and father, and the
little girl was her.  But why would her mother not let Brenda's dad come
around?  It just was not adding up.  I guess the question showed on my face
or perhaps she thought I had figured out it all out already, with a heavy
sigh Mandy offered the answer without my asking by saying "Yes we have the
same father."



   Brenda looked up from her food with a smile perhaps meaning to say
something but remaining quiet after looking at her mother.  In fact Brenda
was very well behaved, sitting up straight and keeping her elbows off the
table like a proper young lady.  She ate fast though, shoveling her dinner
into her mouth as fast as she could chew and swallow it.



   "Sore subject?" I asked thinking the worst.



   "No, just not something we usually talk about with strangers." she
answered, again looking side long at Brenda.



   "So he's the one that made the whip for her?"



   Mandy's shoulders slumped slightly at my refusal to let the subject
drop. Taking another bite she let the question linger a moment then shook
her head side to side.  A wow escaped my lips as I thought about what she
was telling me.  Her dad had made the whip for her, his own little girl who
he eventually impregnated.  No wonder Mandy's mom would not let the man
around her daughter anymore.  Then it dawned on me what Mandy had meant
earlier when she said Brenda needed a dad to keep her in line an why she
had so easily allowed me to do the honors.



   "Your father was a stickler for discipline I take it?"



   "He always meant the best."



   I believed he did from the love in Mandy's voice.  That or she was so in
love with him that she did not see the truth behind the mans abusive
behaviour that her mother did.



   "You should be careful what you do and who you do it to." I said
motioning with my eyes to Benda.



   Mand rolled her eyes and let out a loud "Phff!" before taking a sip of
her wine.  "She can't remember a thing past a few hours.  They call it
Amterogarade Amnesia, effects her working and long term memories.  Bout the
only thing she can remember is what's hers and who's who."



   "Nothing?"



   "She probably don't even remember you hit her bike."



   Almost on cue Brenda looked up and gave me one of them puffed lip I'm
mad looks little girls get and asked, "Why did you hit my bike!" while
crossing her arms over her chest.



   "You still can't just go doing stuff like that!  I mean how in the hell
did you figure it would be cool to let me, a stranger inside your house let
alone spank the two of you.  Hell woman I could have been some kind of
crazy out to really hurt someone."



   Mandy just sat there looking across the table as if nothing I said made
any sense at all.  I was starting to get pissed thinking she just did not
care when I realized that if the girl had a problem maybe Mandy did too. 
So I asked "Was she born with it?"



   Mandy shook her head side to side answering after she had swallowed her
last bite.  "Went in for a tonsillectomy, came out with an infection that
made it to her brain."



   "What about the welts?"



   Mandy's lips turned up into a wicked smile, a flash of something
glittering through her eyes.  "Let's see." she calmly said then turned to
Brenda and told her to show me her butt.  I could see from Brenda's look
that she did not want to, perhaps she understood that little girls don't go
around showing there butt to strange men.  For all that may have been wrong
with the girl she definitely understood the look on her moms face when she
did not stand up immediately.



   Looking at Brenda's ass gave me an instant thrill.  Small pinkish lines
still trailed this way and that across her tight little tail end, but not a
one welt remained.  As I spread Brenda's cheeks for a peek a rather
perverted peek down the crack Mandy told me that her dad had found a
topical cream down in Panama that took care of the swelling and speed up
the dissipation of a bruise.  What ever it was it had done a bang up job
and I did not doubt that there would be next to no evidence left by
morning. Even if there was it would be so light that Mandy could easily
some story about how Brenda had done it to herself given the childs
condition.



   Dinner over Mandy cleared the table and sent Brenda to watch some tv
before bed.  Like any kid her age Brenda turned straight to the Disney
channel and after seeing me take a seat on the couch decided to join me. 
It did not take long for the two of us to be playing instead of watching
tv. Brenda was quite the ticklish one especially around the waste and belly
where I mercilessly attacked time and time again only to have Mandy yell
for Brenda to hold it down.



   Once Mandy finished the dishes she joined us and I saw a side of her I
would not have expected.  Mandy was a very playful woman herself who after
seeing Brenda and I tickle one another a half dozen times decided to join
in on the fun.



   I was feeling comfortable around the two by the time Mandy told Brenda
to get ready for bed.  I was also feeling horny having had my hand in many
a places I should not have.  The good thing about Brenda having a ticklish
belly was every time she doubled over to stop me I was able to slip my hand
between her legs for an extra special tickle.  Had Mandy noticed she said
nothing, nor did she complain when my fingers found their way up her waste
and over her breast.



   At eight thirty Mandy walked Brenda down the hall to tuck her little
girl in while I cleared the couch in anticipation.  I was testing the
springs when I heard the "PLEASE MOMMY!" then an even louder "NO NOW GET IN
BED!" Not five seconds later I heard the slamming of a door then Brenda's
high pitched voice yelling "I'M IN BED!" followed by a sound I knew from
earlier that day.  Three Thwacks sounded off the hall way walls each
followed by Brenda's howles of pain.



   Following the sounds of the spanking I stood in the door to the
quintessential girls room.  From the pink walls to the unicorn and fairy
posters hanging on the walls.  The kid looked to have it all going for her
save that her mother was clearly a lunatic.  Another Thwack filled the room
drawing my gaze to Mandy as she raised the green whip to strike again, her
free hand yanking the comforter aside removing any hope Brenda had of
saving herself from the beating.



   "Mandy!" I called out as I grabbed for the whip.  "Enough!"



   Mandy looked every bit the disheveled lunatic when she faced me.  Her
eyes almost glowed the anger seeped so close to the skin.  Her voice even
seemed different as she looked me in the eyes and growled "I am not having
her disrespect or disobey me!  If you are not going to help then leave!"



   Wow was I sent reeling by that bomb shell.  This crazy woman was going
to throw me out for not abusing her daughter!  I was speechless, and
intrigued.  I had to wonder just how much she wanted a man to be like her
own father.  Was she looking for someone to just be that authority figure
she thought was missing from Brenda's life or was she looking so someone to
breed the child like she had been.



   "Give me that!" I said with a grunt then reached down and took Brenda by
the hair and pulled her from the bed.  The girl only had a thin yellow pair
of bed pants on that would not have done a thing to protect her from the
oddly effective whip, but knowing I had to make an impression if I wanted
to follow this through I took hold of the elastic band and yanked until the
girl was laying on the floor naked from the waste down.



   Mandy moved in close behind me, her hands on my hips as I began razing
the childs ass.  A look of passion replaced that of anger and by the fifth
stroke of the whip I could smell the unmistakable sent of sex.  Mandy found
my free hand a few strokes later, shoving it down the front of her pants as
she tried to grind herself to orgasm.  I could not believe how hot and
horny this woman was.  Her pussy was literally quivering around my fingers
and leaking fuck juice by the quart.



   Brenda had suffered fifteen welt raising blows when Mandy began
screaming "DON'T STOP!" at the top of her lungs.  It took three more for
Mandy to reach the breaking point, her body stiffening atop my fingers and
her pussy closing tight.  A second later her head fell back and orgasm
washed through her hypersensitive flesh.  I was so excited I was no longer
registering that Brenda was writhing on the floor below us, my strokes
continued unabated until Mandy leaned her weight against me and reached out
to hold still my hand.



   I turned on the woman pushing her to the pink and white dresser then
lifting her ass until she was crushed between myself and the wall.  It took
seconds to have her pants off, her panties only an after thought as I
rammed my throbbing cock into her honey soaked cunt.  My thrusts came in
time with Brenda's sobs, slow and purposeful as I explored the deepths of
Mandys pussy, then fast and hard as my own orgasm brewed within.  I was
thrusting three and four times for every whimper, the sound of flesh to
flesh and wood to wall rebounding off the walls when with one final heavy
thrust I filled Mandy with every drop of cum my tortured balls could spew
forth.



   We kissed for the next few minutes, our tongues dancing in and out of
one anothers mouths as my dick regained its strength, filling Mandy's pussy
yet again.  After only a dozen strokes Mandy pushed me back letting herself
fall to her knees as she pushed her hair aside.  Mandy grabbed hold of my
cock lightly and with one bob of her head took my entire length into her
mouth.  It was only for a second but what a wonderful second it was to feel
her throat massage the head of my cock as Mandy fought the urge to gag.



   The blow job was like nothing I had experienced before, Mandy's constant
deepthroating sending me higher and higher with each passing second.  I
knew I had no need to warn her, as my cum began its trip from my balls I
grabbed hold of Mandy's head and held her down until the last of my cum had
coated her throat.



   Turning around to rest my ass on the dresser I came back to reality. 
There watching me basically rape her mother only feet away was Brenda now
curled up with her blanket, lines of dirt and tears still visible on her
cheeks.  Mandy caught me at the front door, holding me back and begging me
not to leave.  She promised Brenda would never say a word to anyone,
promised to give herself to me anytime I wanted.  She would have promised
me the moon had I not shoved her aside and ran from the house in a haze of
disgust and confusion.



   I had not been drunk in years, that night as I sat in the dark of my
living room I got plastered.  I wanted to wipe the look of that little girl
from my mind, but every time her image popped into my head my perversion
took over.  The drunker I got the worse the things I did in my head until I
finally passed out where I sat with a three quarters drunk can in one hand
and a stiff dick in the other.



   I woke late the next morning to a pounding at the door.  Instantly my
brain did a double take and whisked me back to the night before.  I just
knew the bitch had called the cops in retaliation and I was going to spend
the rest of my life behind bars.



   The noise turned out to be the cable man.  I had totally forgotten that
I had set up an apointment to upgrade my dial up.  It took the guy about an
hour to do the work and get out of my hair but it was worth it, I had never
seen the internet work so fast.  In fact with as fast as it was I decided
to do some random surfing.  I had downed two cups of coffee and was after a
third when I saw the business card with Mandy's phone number.  Turning it
back over I looked at the Doctors name and decided to see what I could find
out from a search.



   Two hours later I had found out that the disorder Brenda supposedly
suffered from was a real thing, and that the doctor was not for her.  In
fact the doctor specialized in schizophrenia and my personal experience
said that fit Mandy to a tee.  My research turned up one more little thing,
Schizophrenic or not Mandy and possibly myself were Parahilliacs.  Armed
with a little better understanding of what happened I dialed Mandy's number
and asked if she was up to having me back for dinner again.



   I was greeted at the door by Brenda who welcomed me in with a huge smile
then lead me by the hand into the kitchen where Mandy was pulling dinner
from the oven.  I could smell the robust flavor of Lasagna as she pulled
the tin aside and let the scalding steam pour over her face and stood there
smiling as I mentally put a tick in her fetish column.



   Dinner was much like the night before just a little more light hearted
in nature where the conversation came in.  Mandy could definitely cook and
she was an avid music lover which ensured the conversation always had a
direction to flow.  However as dinner came to a close I guided the
conversation toward my real reason for returning.



   "So Mandy," I started, "You really loved your dad didn't you?" Without
hesitation Mandy answered she did, then asked why I asked.  I gave her a
soft smile, replying "Because I think you miss him, and you want someone to
take his place."



   Mandy's face seemed to go through a few changes ranging from insulted to
uncertainty before shrugging her shoulders.  She left the statement open as
she sent Brenda to the living room and started cleaning up.  If she thought
to leave me wondering I was not going to let that happen.



   "Last night you said some things when I left."



   "People say a lot of things." she returned with a bit more sass in her
voice than I had expected.



   "Well I was thinking if you wanted a daddy figure for Brenda there I
might be persuaded.  But keep in mind I wont take shit from you either.  I
would handle the discipline my way, for both of you."



   Mandy dropped the dishes into the sink and started the water before
turning around to look at me asking "Are you just going to fuck and run
again." turning back around before I could answer mumbling "It's all any of
you do." just loud enough I could make it out over the splashing water.



   "I wont live here if that is what you're asking, I like my me time and
wont be held down by anyone.  But I will spend time with Brenda as the
adult in her life, her father if you will.  And of course if I am to be her
dad and you are her mom then I figure I should have free reign of your bed
as well."



   I had not honestly thought through what I would say or do if Mandy did
not agree to the deal I was offering.  All my two hours of research showed
that she would jump at the chance to have someone to fill her daddy's shoes
no matter what the cost.  Mandy had not done the same research it seemed,
that or she was one hell of a control freek on top of everything else.  She
made me stand there nearly five minutes with not a word passing between us
before she turned from the dishes and launched a handfull of bubbles at me.



   We played about the kitchen for a few minutes, water and bubbles flying
about between bouts of tickling and the occasional grope or slap of the
ass. Out of breath Mandy held up both hands to keep save herself another
attack, her tone happy even merry as she said "Ok!  Ok!  I give, you can be
the daddy.  I'll let you do anything you want, to both of us." Mandy paused
a moment taking on a more sexy tone as she pulled me into a tight embrace.
"But!" She continued, "you have to promise if she's bad you'll take care of
it right!"



   I knew what she meant.  I sealed the deal with a kiss then found the
button to the trousers she was wearing and quickly helped her dispose of
the offending garment.  Knowing what she was really after I spun my new
fuck slut around and bent her over the counter.  Wrapping my fingers in her
hair I pulled her head back while pushing down on the small of her back
forcing Mandy into a painful reverse bend.  With her pussy sticking
straight out at me I had no problem shoving my full length and girth deep
into her hungry cum pot.



   I fucked the woman hard, my free hand roaming about her body pinching
and slapping even as I maintained control of her arch with little yanks of
her hair.  Mandy was in heaven, her belly quivering as the smell of sex
overpowered the left over sent of Lasagna and bread.  Her moans grew louder
as my thrusts quickened, Brenda coming to investigate the noise as Mandy
let loose with "Fuck me daddy!  Fuck me hard!"



   Brenda watched as her mother shuddered in orgasm, her young mind trying
to process what she saw.  Coming up with her mother was being hurt the
child did what most would do, she ran up and started hitting me on the legs
and butt.  When that did not free her mother the girl grabbed for the hand
that had just found Mandy's clit and pulled.  The result was two fold, my
fingers catching and pulling Mandy's pubic hair and Mandy letting out a
scream that brought her out of her revery.  Brenda needed only one look at
her mothers face to know she had done something wrong.



   Mandy's body twisted, my dick popping from her cunt just strokes from
blowing my load.  Brenda spun to run for her room and Mandy followed for
two steps before coming to a sudden stop.  The woman nearly fell on her ass
the jerk was so hard, her head then body following the direction my grip
took the hair I had yet to release.  Mandy's yelp assured me she had taken
notice of who was now in charge, but it was the way she turned and fell to
her knee's that sent a shiver of pleasure up my spine.



   "Stay!" I commanded before letting her hair fall over her face.  With
Mandy momentarily tamed I sought out Brenda, finding her hiding under the
pink and white comforter she had tired to use as a shield the night before.
Noticeing the shield status she gave the down filled cloth I gently peeled
it aside and picked the trembling child up into my arms as I tried to
comfort her with soothing words like my mom would me after a bad nightmare
or a scraped knee.



   Back in the kitchen I put Brenda down and held her from running with a
firm hand on the shoulder then began my inaugural sentencing by asking
Mandy "Where is the whip?"



   Two minutes later with the whip in hand I had both Mandy and Brenda
stripping down to bare flesh while I absently stroked the two foot straps
across the palm of my hand.  When Brenda turned and bent over however I
told her to stand up then gave her ass a quick lash for good measure.  "You
two like it too much on the ass!" I continued only to have Brenda start
shaking her head.  I paid her not attention, looking to Mandy and telling
her to get to her knees and cross her wrists behind her back.



   The nylon straps left long red welts with each downward arc of my wrist.
Mandy closed her eyes and trembled in anticipation of each while fighting
to keep her hands in place.  I gave her ten each tit for leaving her daddy
unsatisfied, then turned to Brenda and as Mandy watched repeated the
process word for word and stroke for stroke.  Brenda unable to control
herself tried to cover the nubs that would some day be her tits, the cord
bit into fingers just as well as breast however and by the seventh stroke
had managed to stop covering herself.



   As I had expected the site of seing Brenda whipped had Mandy writhing in
escasty.  Nearly the whole time I had been beating her daughters chest she
had been fingering her cunt.  Figuring that was something I should have
control of and thinking if Mandy was as into it as I thought she would be
sure to have some bondage equipment, I had Brenda sit in the middle of the
front room floor and sent Mandy to find me some "Rope or something of the
sort."



   Mandy came back with a shoe box and a dozen or so red leather belts. 
The belts caught my eye being so bright, but also because they were not all
long enough to fit around Brenda's waste let alone Mandy's.  As hard as I
tired to look like I knew what I was doing Mandy saw through to my
inexperience and before handing me the shoe box explained how and where
each of the belts were best used.



   One by one I closed the clasps of each belt in place, Mandy slowly
loosing more and more of her freedom.  I kept her on her ass to ensure she
could see everything I was going to do once she was properly bound.  Mandy
had been there before that much was certain, she had no problem keeping her
balance even after I pulled her knees up tight to her chest and locked them
in place.  The last thing to go was her ability to talk when I took the
dish rag and stuffed it into her mouth.  Mandy looked as perfect as a
Christmas present all bound up in red, a place I was thinking she should
find herself quite often.



   It was time to enjoy what I had really came back for though.  Pulling my
pants off I gave my already hard pecker a few good pumps then yanked Brenda
up off the floor from where she had lain while I tied her mother up.  I
could see in Mandy's eyes that she knew what I was going to do, I went so
far as to raise my eyelashes as if to ask her permission.  Nothing but lust
shone from the deepths of her soul as I turned her little girl to the side
and ordered the child to suck my cock.



   Brenda had no clue what I was wanting her to do.  That was fine with me.
The way I saw it was that the kid was going to forget in a few hours anyway
so ever visit was going to be like the first in her mind.  And that meant
every visit would allow me to retrain her however I wanted.  At the moment
I figured the best way to do it was to start rubbing my dick over her face
a bit, then using it to tap her nose while telling her to open her mouth.



   Brenda's mouth was just barely able to take the head in, a problem I
corrected by giving the back of her head a little thump.  The girl choked,
coughed, then cried around the tip of my dick now embedded about two inches
into her mouth, and thankfully that was all she had done.  After thinking
about it a moment while she got used to the girth of my prick I realized
Brenda could just as easily have taken a bite out of my fun, permanently.



   Putting that out of my mind I used the back of her head to guide her up
and down the top two inches of my cock while making sure not to stop till I
felt the tip of my dick hit something solid.  The choking and sputtering
told me I was hitting my mark, and the moans I heard coming from Mandy told
me she was enjoying the show as much as I had hoped.



   Face fucking Brenda took a good deal of time even in my hightened state
of arousal.  The girl simply could not take in enough to push me over the
edge.  That was ok too, I had other plans for making sure I blew her wide
open.  After ten minutes of toying with Brenda's mouth and using my dick as
a bludgen against her pretty little nose and cheeks I decided it was time
to play with my other toy a bit.  Mandy was happy to spread her legs at my
command, and even happier when I pushed Brenda down to her hands and knees
and pulled her inbetween her mothers legs.



   Mandy's moans of pleasure were thankfully muffled, the woman had a set
of lungs on her.  It did not help that Brenda was more than willing to lick
her mothers tickle than to have me put my dick back into her mouth.  The
child did exactly what I told her with little more than a few whimpers. 
The whole while I had her licking her mothers soaked pussy and ass I played
with Brenda's which helped, though I was not doing it for her amusement so
much as to test the waters.  She did start to get wet and if nothing else
it made me feel even more powerful, if that was even possible.  There was a
problem however, her preteen cunt could never handle what I had hanging
between my legs.



   I was pretty sure Mandy was getting close to orgasm when she started
panting.  I wasn't going to let her do that before me if at all.  Without
warning I grab Brenda by the ankle and pulled her off her mothers cunt and
out into the living room.  The kid kicked and screamed the whole time I
drug her over the old shag rug, then lay holding her chest where she had
gotten a tiny case of rug burn.  Taking her by the hair I laid Brenda face
first on the couch then telling her to stay I returned for Mandy.



   Mandy's ass was spared nothing, nor was her head as I pulled her around
by the hair then drug her along the same route as I had just taken Brenda.
Once at the couch I released the belt holding Mandy's knees to her chest,
then removed the dish rag while pulling her face up to her dear daughters
twin moons.  I gave Mandy no choice, shoving her nose into Brenda's rear
and telling her "Lick the bitch!  Get her ass ready for daddy!"

   Up to that moment Mandy had not even tried to really fight me, but
wether she did not want to lick her daughters ass or she did not want me
fucking it, she pushed back.  I took the rebellion as a test to see if I
was willing to go the distance with her.  I was up to the task, reaching up
under her and taking a hand full full of titty flesh then squeezing as hard
as I could.  Mandy cried out in pain then ceased her fight.  I took the
oportunity to play on her fixation with daddy by whispering "When daddy
says to do something good little girls don't argue." then added "Are you a
bad little girl?  Should daddy show you how he deals with bad little
girls?"



   I could only imagine what Mandy was thinking as she stuck out her tongue
and took her first taste of Brenda's ass.  She was not thinking too bad of
it a few seconds later when she leaned in and tried to stick her tongue
right up the little girls tail pipe.  I helped by spreading Brenda's cheeks
as far apart as possible, occasionally egging Mandy on with shouts of "Eat
that ass!" and "Deeper slut!"



   Mandy and I were not the only ones enjoying the moment, Brenda was
moaning and wiggling her butt as she tried to get her mother to lick just
the right spots.  After about five minutes I gave the girl a quick test,
pushing a finger into her ass hole while her mother took a quick breather.
She was wet but still real tight so mom was put back to work, this time I
let her hands loose.  As she plowed her tongue back up Brendas ass I
whispered a warning, telling Mandy that I would not fuck her again until I
could get my dick into her daughter's ass.



   I was a bit surprised how easily Brenda took to having her mother
fingering her butt hole.  But given how much she liked getting licked I
guess that just fit right in as well.  It took Mandy another ten minutes or
so before declaring "She's ready!" then holding Brenda's cheeks open while
I straddled her arms and aimed my throbbing dick at the seven year olds
glistening shitter.



   Mandy had a birds eye view of what was making her daughter screaming
"Stop it hurts it hurts!" The pole didn't stop pushing against the saliva
slickened hole though.  It kept pressing forward bit by bit as it spread
the childs virgin ass hole until the mushroomed tip had disapeared inside.
Little by little the dick continued working up the childs rear entry until
nearly four inches of man meat lay inside.  And then as Brenda began
screaming for her mommy I started fucking her for real.



   My hips bucked in and out a couple dozen times before Mandy simply could
not handle another second of watching my balls bounce fore and aft.  My
whole body was awash with electricity already, but when Mandy caught my
balls in her mouth I was done for.  I bucked three more times before
emtpying my sperm filled load up the childs Hershey highway.



   Brenda lay whimpering and sobbing while removed the remainder of her
mothers bindings then carried her to her room.  Once in the safety of her
own bed she covered up and hid beneath the cloth shield that was her
comforter, listening while I violated her mom atop the pretty white dresser
sitting just feet from where she lay trembling.  I was not done with that
though, my balls ached but I knew I had another load in me and I was not
going home with it unspent.



   Putting Mandy on her knees beside Brenda's bed I told the bitch to suck
me then fed her every inch she could handle for the next fifteen minutes.
With my final load just seconds from being expelled I ripped the covers
from over Brenda's face and yanked the child up until her mouth again
housed the head of my cock.  As Mandy slipped around behind me to lick my
balls and ass I jerked my cock, my cum spewing into Brenda's mouth then out
the sides of her little lip.  The cum and saliva mix streamed down then off
her chin in thick white lines stretching until they broke and landed on her
undeveloped breast.



   I left her sobbing and covered in my cum, bidding her mother a good
night and promising to return.  A week passed before I felt it safe.  A
week that left Mandy wondering if I had told the truth.  A week I need not
have waited.  When Brenda opened the door when next I came to call Mandy
was more than happy to let me play daddy again.