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   Story: Tanya's Punishment 4 of 5 (1/4)   
   25 May 06 15:23:46   
   
   Story: Tanya's Punishment 4 of 5   
      
   by bobandcarole   
      
       Tanya walked quickly, trying to keep up with the brisk pace of her   
   father in front of her.  It was after dinner and they were headed for the   
   park again.  Despite her desire to hurry, Tanya still took small steps and   
   looked straight down at the ground, not daring to make eye contact.  She   
   was embarrassed to be in public with her father, especially with the state   
   she was in.   
      
       The day had started out in a promising fashion.  After she begged and   
   pleaded, her father consented and allowed her to remove the vibrating egg   
   from her vagina before she went to school.  However, he told her she still   
   needed to shave her pubic hair and she couldn't wear a bra or panties.   
   Tanya didn't mind the shaving so much and she simply wore a loose shirt and   
   pants to hide her lack of underwear.   
      
       She had breathed a sigh of relief as the school bus picked her up.  The   
   fourteen year old had been glad to escape her dad's presence.  She even   
   stayed after school was over, trying to kill time with the extracurricular   
   activity students.  When she went home at dinnertime, however, her dad was   
   waiting for her.  And after dinner, he suggested they go back to the park.   
   Tanya had no choice but to comply.   
      
       But before they had left, Tanya's father stopped by her bedroom and   
   handed her the egg.  "Put this back in your pussy," he told her.   
      
       Tanya blushed, still not used to her father saying such dirty words.   
   She knew there was no way to avoid the egg now.  Maybe if she did as she   
   was told, her father would let her take it out before school again   
   tomorrow. Tanya took the egg and went into the bathroom.  She was about to   
   close the door when her father stopped her.   
      
       "I want to watch," he said.   
      
       "But Dad!" Tanya wailed, knowing it was useless.  Her father gave her a   
   look.  She let him enter the bathroom.   
      
       Opening the medicine cabinet, she pulled out some K-Y jelly that she   
   normally used for tampons.  Biting her lip, she applied a healthy gob of   
   lubricant to the egg and spread it around.  Out of the corner of her eye,   
   she saw her dad watching her intently.  Blushing even more, Tanya undid her   
   pants and let them slip to her ankles.  She lifted one leg and set her foot   
   down on the toilet to give herself better access.  Humiliated, she watched   
   her father leer at her, not even looking at her face, as she pushed the egg   
   into her vagina.   
      
       "Push your finger in too, Tanya," he instructed her.  "Make sure it's   
   good and deep in there." Mortified, Tanya slipped a finger into her vagina   
   as her dad watched.   
      
       When he was satisfied, he had handed her a sports bra and a pair of   
   shorts and told her to put them on.  Puzzled, Tanya turned to face away   
   from her father and took off her shirt.  She pulled the sports bra on and   
   adjusted it onto her firm breasts.  Next she took the yellow shorts and   
   stepped into them, pulling the smooth nylon material up her skinny legs.   
   As she tugged the shorts closer to her waist, Tanya had some trouble   
   because the shorts were several sizes too small.   
      
       Fumbling with the shorts, she said, "Daddy, these shorts are too small.   
   They won't fit me."   
      
       "Nonsense," her father told her.  "Let me help you..."   
      
       Grabbing the waistband, her father tugged hard until Tanya almost felt   
   herself lift off the ground.  By sheer gravity, Tanya felt her legs and   
   midsection squeeze into the tight yellow shorts.  She wondered if the   
   circulation was being cut off to her lower body.  She glanced at her   
   reflection in the mirror and was instantly appalled.   
      
       The sports bra was so tight and low-cut that her breasts were squeezed   
   together in a conspicuous display of cleavage.  Worse, the yellow shorts   
   were so tight that the nylon followed every curve, including the slit in   
   her crotch.  Dismayed, Tanya saw that her pubic area was completely on   
   display, the fleshy tissue or her femininity bulging through the shorts.   
   She looked like a total slut.  The fourteen year old fought back tears.   
      
       Her father hurried her out of the house, not giving her a chance to   
   protest.  And now they were walking back to the park, Tanya lagging behind   
   because of the tight shorts and the egg that pressed uncomfortably at her   
   insides.  Her dad walked briskly on, a backpack slung over his shoulder.   
   Tanya noticed that she was now a good twenty yards behind him.   
      
       She passed by a basketball court where several black men were playing.   
   But as she walked by, they immediately stopped.   
      
       "Goddamn," she heard one of them say, "look at that little bitch."   
      
       "Hey baby," one yelled, "that's one cute pussy you got there!  Can I   
   touch it?"   
      
       "I got a treat for you inside my pants!" another hollered.   
      
       Ashamed and humiliated, Tanya hurried along to catch up with her father.   
   She was stopped short by the egg vibrating to life inside her tight vagina.   
   She stopped and clenched her thighs together for a moment.   
      
       "Man, look at that cute skinny ass!" one of the basketball players   
   shouted.  Her ears burning red, Tanya forced herself to continue walking.   
   She heard them laughing behind her.   
      
       When she finally caught up with her father, he was sitting calmly on a   
   bench next to the playground equipment.  Tanya sat down next to him and   
   gritted her teeth.  In her dad's hand she saw the little remote control   
   that controlled the vibrations of the egg.  At the moment, it was humming   
   softly inside her, gentle enough that Tanya was able to ignore.  She   
   watched her dad turn a dial on the remote.   
      
       The vibrations kicked up a notch, massaging her insides.  Tanya saw him   
   turn the dial again and the power of the egg increased again, vibrating   
   intensely against a sensitive spot of her vagina.  Tanya gasped and   
   squirmed on the bench.  Despite her embarrassment, she couldn't resist the   
   warm feelings the egg provoked from her body.  Unconsciously, her hands   
   reached up to touch her breasts.  She stopped when she realized what she   
   was doing, but it was too late.  Her hard nipples now poked through the   
   sports bra.  Across the playground, she saw an old man watching them with   
   curiosity.   
      
       "Please, daddy," Tanya begged, clenching her legs together.  "Turn it   
   off!  This is too embarrassing!"   
      
       Tanya's father relented and she watched gratefully as he switched off   
   the device.  The vibrating stopped immediately inside her.  Gingerly, the   
   young girl relaxed her legs.   
      
       "Honey," her father said, "why don't you go play on the playground for a   
   little while?  You go get on the tire swing and I'll come push you."   
      
       Tanya shrugged and got up.  The tire swing hung parallel to the ground   
   by three chains.  She got in the swing and positioned herself as if she   
   were lying on an inner tube in the water.  Her gangly teenage limbs were a   
      
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