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Please don't read this story if the stuff in the header makes
you cranky, or if you are not an adult, or if you sell girlie-scout
cookies alone late at night. This story is mine and is not to
be used without my permission especially at lame sites with no
original content that take ages to load and have disgusting midi
music that lock up my browser. If you decide to email this story
to a friend - please keep it intact so that my name and email
address is on it so the proper authorities know who to stalk and
hate mail can be sent to me. Oh, and I wrote this story as a series
of goofy letters to Janitor Steve, yet any resemblance between
the characters in this story and Janitor Steve and myself is purely
coincidental.
::cheesy grin::
thanks, zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com
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Medical Research Report - Day 1
zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com
The Patient, whose identity will be concealed with the code name
"Perve" answered the door on the first day and yanked me inside
without muttering so much as a hello. I suppose that wearing a
plaid skirt and white blouse, white knee socks and a school blazer
with embossed emblem was perhaps asking for trouble, knowing that
"Perve" has strong school girl attraction type of tendencies.
When I was first yanked inside so quickly I dropped all of my
girlie-scout cookies, but Perve did show some semblence of sanity
when he reopened the front door and scooted the cookies inside
his apartment with his foot.
Perve spent about ten minutes standing there smiling at me with
his teeth. Then he started talking to me like I was some sort
of little girl. He told me that I had been naughty for selling
cookies out alone by myself. Then he started saying that his name
was "daddy" and that I should call him that. I complied, since
he looked a bit dangerous and I must admit I was more then a little
afraid of him.
Then he did an amazing thing, he moved a straight backed chair
into the middle of the room and sat down on it. Then he told me
to fetch him a hairbrush. Well, I figured he wanted to brush my
hair, I do have unusual hair - and I thought maybe this Perve
liked hair or something, so I complied and went looking for a
hairbrush. Then I handed it to him and said. "Here you go daddy"
He seemed to like that because then he grabbed a hold of my wrist
and said "thank you baby, you are such a good girl that daddy
hates to have to do this, but he loves you and he just MUST for
your own good" Then he told me to keep holding the hairbrush until
he asked for it.
The next thing I know he had me pulled across his lap and my head
was dangling near the floor! He then started to ....spank me.
Yes! Right on my skirt clad bottom. I knew this guy was strange,
but I never expected this!
He started to warm my bottom good and then after what seemed like
a very long time he lifted up my skirt. He told me that my panties
were not regulation. ( I really didn't understand what that meant)
but then he said that they would have to come down "very soon"
I wondered what he meant by that! Why if my panties were not regulation,
did he seem to like patting and spanking them so much? He kept
talking about how he was going to take them down "very soon" and
this made me very uneasy. I started to protest and asked him nicely
to not take them down. This just made him mention it more between
spanks, sometimes he would tease and stick his finger under the
elastic around the legs and tug at my panties, then stop and continue
spanking.
Finally I was so exhausted by his teasing and tormenting that
I lost control and started begging him to NOT TAKE DOWN my Panties.
At this point he grabbed my panties by the waist band and tugged
them just a little as he said.... "the panties are coming down
because naughty girls need to be spanked on their bare bottoms"
and he took them down so slowly while I kicked and screamed that
it seemed to take ten minutes.
Once my panties were down I felt so embarrassed and angry that
I just couldn't talk. He continued to spank and rub in between.
Then he ran his finger right up the crack of my butt while he
asked for the hairbrush. I didn't know how to react! So, I handed
him the hairbrush.
Once "daddy" (as I was now calling him) had my panties down and
was spanking my bottom a bright shade of crimson with his hairbrush,
I thought it might tire him out if I just gave up and let him
spank. That didn't work. He continued to spank and then would
take moments at a time to rest. During these rest periods his
obsession with my rectum became more and more obvious. What at
first was just a gentle tickle to the region soon was replaced
with actual probing and then with what can only be describe as
"finger fucking"
I became very warm and flushed by these "spanking rest periods"
and soon didn't know which part I found more unpleasant, the painful
spanks or the rectal probing. Eventually I couldn't even tell
what hurt and what didn't as I was in such a state of confusion.
"Daddy" started questioning me and no matter what he asked I started
to agree with him and promise that I would be good and do anything
as long as he would not spank me anymore. Still, when he would
stop spanking I almost craved the hard slap of his hand and hairbrush
to my bottom. I started to wonder if what this patient had might
be contagious.
Then it seemed the "rest periods" became more frequent and it
was at this moment that "daddy" told me something that embarrassed
me to my core. Now, as an adult woman I know that my bottom has
a few uses, one of them is that it stores up a big healthy BM
until it's ready to come out. Normally, as an adult, I decide
when this is going to happen and it's just a matter of finding
the time to head to the bathroom. Still, suddenly I found myself
being told by this pervert that he had decided that I needed to
use the bathroom at that very moment. He actually said... "you
have poop up there young lady and you need to go potty"
I was so shocked, and ashamed - yet now that I am sitting here
I realize I should have said something like "if your fingers weren't
up there you would never have known you perve" but instead I just
gasped out in horror and apologized for having poopy in my hershy
highway. I even used those words!!!
UGH
So, when "daddy" said he would help me with my little problem
and knew "just what his little girl needed" I just nodded and
got up off is lap.
He lead me to his bedroom and had me lie down on a big towel and
told me to be a good girl and wait..... I was so strung out from
the spanking and the probing that for some reason, I wasn't thinking
clearly, I remember laying there and sucking on my thumb. (Have
you checked the air in his apartment..perhaps its an environmental
contaminant that causes this perversion)
While I way laying there I heard him humming and running water
and looking in cabinets.
Then he came back into the bedroom and sat down next to me on
the bed and said in a very cheery voice (that haunts my dreams)
"Daddy is going to stick this hose up your bottom hole and then
he is going to fill your tummy up with nice warm soapy water and
clean out all that bad stuff, and then daddy is going to fuck
you in your cute sexy ass"
I dont know why, but I pulled the thumb out of my mouth and said...
"ok daddy"
Well, needless to say - this pervert seemed to be fixated on my
ass. As he filled my bottom with the enema he continued to rub
my butt affectionately and lecture me. He would keep up a stream
of words and it reminded me very much of brain washing techniques.
He kept repeating what happened to naughty girls who went out
late at night to sell cookies by themselves, how they get their
skirts lifted, their panties taken down and their bottoms reddened
with a hairbrush until they kicked and screamed and cried and
promised to be a good girl. He would then repeat over and over
how sometimes the naughty girls would HAVE to get an enema, their
naughty cheeks spread wide and the nozzle slipped up their tight
bottom hole and warm soapy water filling them up.
I didn't know at that time what he was going to do next, he just
sort of kept reliving what had already happened. For some reason
at that time it all seemed very logical. (brainwashing like I
said) so I can remember that I nodded and agreed with "daddy"
and told him I understood and promised to try and hold my punishment
enema for as long as he said.
This was when daddy offered to help me. He said he had a way of
making sure the enema would stay in and do its job. Daddy produced
from out of nowhere a very large butt plug. He started pressing
it into my bottom hole and I remember that for a split second
the cloud of brainwashing cleared and I started to panic.
The feel of that giant plug pushing my tight little hole open
and going in where things normally just come out made me react
like a frightened animal.
Still Daddy continued to slowly push the plug until it spread
to its widest point and then my bottom closed in around it holding
it and the enema securely in place.
Daddy then laid down next to me and petted my hair and kissed
me. I could tell that pushing that butt plug into me had made
him a very happy man. I wondered at that time if I would be able
to last seven days alone with this pervert. Yet, part of me was
starting to crave his approval. It was a very strange feeling
- but not as strange as the cramps I was starting to get.
I started to whine like a little baby, and eventually Daddy gave
his permission for me to go potty. He walked with me into the
bathroom and said that he was going to remove the plug on the
count of three. My stomach hurt so bad I didn't even care that
he was actually pulling a large object out of my butt, I just
wanted it out! Still, once he actually managed to get the plug
out and all the water and soap and ...stuff...came pouring out
in a fast stream, I felt very embarrassed. I had no control of
my body anymore, it was doing things and making noises and making
smells that just made me want to run and hide, yet I was stuck
sitting there on the toilet...with the pervert guy watching!
When I was finally empty he said "lean over and let daddy check
your bottom" I leaned over, feeling helpless, knowing that this
was just the first of seven days here with this man and spread
my cheeks for him so he could wipe my bottom hole.
He made a disappointed noise and showed me the toilet paper. "Naughty
girl, you will have skid marks in your panties - you need another
enema to get this cute little ass nice and clean.
So once again I found myself face down on the bed, there was one
difference though. Now that I was so very empty inside, the water
seemed to go in much faster. Daddy said this was a good thing
and that soon I would be nice and clean. Then he said that his
favorite butt plug was still all dirty and sitting in the sink
and wondered out loud what to do. He actually said.... "What to
do? What to do?? I cant use a dirty butt plug in my little girls
clean Hershey highway?" That was when "the perve" decided to take
off his pants.
I could feel him spread my ass cheeks apart with his hands and
then I felt his very hard cock press against my butt hole. As
he started to poke in I could feel water leaking out of me and
I started to gasp out for him to hurry. It is a very strange thing
to actually ask for someone to hurry up and shove a cock up your
ass, but I found myself doing it nonetheless.
Still, as usual, this guy didn't do things according to what I
would say or hope, he took his time pressing that cock against
my tightest hole and pushed it right in with a fast PLOP. He then
laid on top of me and whispered into my ear in the most sinister
way all the things that happen to naughty girls who sell cookies
alone at night. "They get their skirts lifted, their panties come
down, their bottoms get spanked with the hairbrush till they kick
and scream, they get an enema and then they get fucked up the
ass by their daddies till they learn their lesson"
Daddy asked me to repeat what happens to naughty girls who sell
cookies late at night, and I did, I repeated what daddy wanted
to hear as he had anal sex with me.
So, that is basically what happened the first day I spent with
the pervert. Hopefully tomorrow, he will be tired of playing with
my ass and will find something else that he enjoys just as much.
I am sort of hoping he might want to play Monopoly.
© 2000 by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com, not to be reposted or distributed
without permission
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