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   From: ibshamlat@gmail.com   
      
   I had lost my mom over a year ago, when I was just 9   
   years old. That was when everything changed between my   
   daddy and me. Daddy became abusive towards me, calling   
   me mean names and hitting me whenever I was bad. Now, I   
   know all parents hit their kids, but I'm not talking   
   about a slap on the ass. I'm talking about being   
   slapped in the face and even punched. Two months after   
   I turned 10, he created a special punishment. He would   
   tie me to a table he had in the basement, which he   
   called the punishment table, then whip me with a   
   leather strap.   
      
   A month after that started, I was in my bedroom,   
   watching TV, when I heard him yell, "Jaycie, get your   
   ass down here!" I slowly walked downstairs and into the   
   living room, seeing daddy sitting on the couch, holding   
   a piece of paper in his hand and giving me an angry   
   look.   
      
   "What did I tell you about your grades, you little   
   bitch?" he yelled.   
      
   I was scared. I knew he was going to hit me, but I   
   tried to calm him down by saying, "I... I'm sorry,   
   daddy. I tried. I really did! My classes are hard."   
      
   He stood up and walked up to me, then said, "Quit   
   makin' excuses, cunt!" Then, he slapped me hard across   
   the face. I started crying right away, holding my hand   
   to my sore cheek. Daddy grabbed my hair in his fist and   
   pulled back hard, forcing my head to tilt back and   
   making me look at the ceiling, as he said, "Quit   
   cryin', bitch, or I'll give you something to cry   
   about."   
      
   He pushed my head forward, making my body land   
   awkwardly on the couch. I got myself into a sitting   
   position as he walked up to me and sat on the coffee   
   table, directly in front of me. I could see the anger   
   in his eyes as he said, "What did I tell you would   
   happen if you didn't bring your grades up, Jaycie?"   
      
   My small body was trembling, and even my voice was   
   shaking with fear as I said, "I... I'd have to... to   
   visit... .the punishment table?", forming it like a   
   question because I hoped I was wrong.   
      
   "That's right, bitch!" He said, then stood up and   
   walked around the coffee table. "You know what to do."   
      
   I got up slowly, my knees weak with fear, and walked   
   towards the basement door as daddy followed me. I   
   walked down the stairs and saw the table in the middle   
   of the room, with ropes tied to each of the legs. Just   
   like I always had to do, I slowly took off my clothes,   
   dropping them into a pile on the floor, then walked   
   over to the table and bent over it. Daddy walked around   
   to the front of the table and tied my wrists to the   
   ropes, pulling my arms out in a Y over my head, then   
   walked behind me and tied my ankles to the other ropes,   
   forcing my legs apart. I was completely exposed before   
   my daddy, and I was scared. I hadn't stopped crying   
   since he slapped me, and now I was crying harder,   
   because I knew what was coming.   
      
   I couldn't see, but I heard daddy grab the strip of   
   leather off the wall as he said, "You ready to be   
   punished, you little cunt?" He knew I wasn't gonna   
   answer him. I never did.   
      
   He pulled his arm back, then swung forward. I threw my   
   head back, my long black hair flying around my head,   
   and I screamed loudly as I felt the leather strap hit   
   me across my ass. I continued screaming as daddy   
   whipped me all over my ass, upper legs, and back. It   
   seemed like forever before he finally stopped, putting   
   the strap down on the table next to me. Instead of   
   untying me like usual, though, daddy started grabbing   
   and squeezing my ass, which hurt because of the   
   whipping I had just taken.   
      
   "You know, cunt, I never noticed what a cute little ass   
   you have." He said as he slapped it a few times, making   
   me cry out. Then, I felt one of his hands go lower,   
   between my legs, and felt it on my puffy, bald pussy.   
   He began rubbing it as he said, "You have a nice little   
   pussy, too, Jaycie."   
      
   "Please, daddy, stop." I cried as I felt his hand slide   
   between my puffy lips and up and down my slit. His   
   fingertip circled around my maidenhead and I continued   
   to beg him to stop, but instead, I felt his finger poke   
   inside me. I cried out, "Ow! Daddy, stop!"   
      
   "Shut up, cunt! Not another word outta you!" he said as   
   he pushed more of his finger inside me. It hurt, but I   
   tried not to cry out, because I didn't wanna get   
   whipped again. He hit my hymen, though, and kept   
   pushing against it, and I couldn't help but cry out,   
   "Ouch! Daddy, stop! Please!"   
      
   He immediately pulled his finger out of my pussy as he   
   said, "You just can't shut up, can you, bitch? I know   
   how to shut you up!" I was afraid he was going to whip   
   me again, but he surprised me by untying my wrists as   
   he said, "Don't even think about movin', cunt!" Then,   
   he untied my ankles, grabbed my hips, and flipped me   
   over so I was laying on my back. Once I was, he tied my   
   ankles again, which forced my legs to be spread and   
   gave him a clear view of my tight preteen pussy.   
      
   I was more scared than ever as he walked around to the   
   front of the table and tied my wrists again, pulling me   
   towards him so my head was hanging off the edge of the   
   table. Then, to my horror, his pants and shorts dropped   
   and his long, fat thing, which he called his cock,   
   popped out and pointed it at me. It was rock hard and,   
   being so close to me, looked huge, and I started   
   struggling, trying to free my arms. That's when he   
   grabbed my puffy nipples between his finger and thumb   
   and twisted them, making me cry out.   
      
   As soon as my mouth was open, he forced his cock   
   inside. I felt my lips stretch around the fat intruder,   
   and it made my lips hurt, but I couldn't say anything   
   to stop him and knew it wouldn't even help. He began   
   pushing his hips into me, forcing his cock into and out   
   of my mouth. I felt his sack hit my nose as he pushed   
   the head of his cock into my throat, making me choke,   
   and he slid his hands up and down my bound body. I was   
   helpless as my own daddy forced his cock into my mouth   
   and touched my naked body.   
      
   Daddy moaned, "Oh, yeah, cunt! You like that, don't   
   you? You like daddy's cock in your throat." as he   
   started doing it harder and faster. I couldn't see what   
   he was doing, but I felt his hands squeezing my puffy   
   nipples as his hips pounded into my face. My head was   
   forced to tilt back more as he did that, making my neck   
   hurt and making it hard to breathe. I tried taking in   
   deep breaths when he pulled back, then letting them out   
   when he pushed in, trying to breathe around his cock,   
   as he twisted my nipples. I cried out, but it was   
   muffled by my daddy's big cock in my mouth, so barely   
   any sound came out.   
      
   Daddy finally took his hand off my sore nipples and   
   slid it down my stomach and to my pussy. My body tensed   
   as I felt his fingers grab my little clit and pull,   
   making me cry out onto his cock again. Daddy seemed to   
   like hurting me as his cock kept pushing into my throat   
      
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