Date: Tue, 10 May 2016 07:42:50 +0000 (UTC)
From: craigbrownmagic@yahoo.com
Subject: Taught A Lesson

Taught A Lesson...By Pepperpuppy.

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"IF I catch you wearing those type of clothes again, I`ll make you damned
sorry you were even born" my father yelled at me and stormed out of my
bedroom holding the torn underwear I'd been wearing, leaving me naked and
cringing in fear.

It was about two months since he'd last sprung me and back then he'd been
just as angry. But still `this' time his anger seemed to been tinged with a
tone of truthfulness that had me believing that whatever he'd do to me if
he caught me wearing women's underwear I'd be sorry about it.

So I did my best not to even think about wearing any and in a house with
three sisters living in it and with so much temptation, it was almost like
being in hell being able to constantly see lingerie hanging up over the
shower curtain rod in the bathroom just about every single day.

Still I tried hard to ignore the sight most afternoons when I got home from
primary school but it wasn't easy.

Living in the "house of hormones" as my father said it was never easy at
the best of times. My eyes were constantly being assailed by the sight of
teenage women almost proudly parading around the house in their underwear
when dad was at work and although it wasn't done to tease me their baby
brother, I was at the age when puberty wasn't just phoning up to say it was
going to be calling around shortly to play with me, it was already in my
room and shouting out to me constantly to come play with it.

When mum was still living with us, none of my sisters would have even
thought about parading around semi naked for fear of having their bottoms
tanned with a hair brush since mum had always made it a rule that no one of
her daughters was to ever walk around the house in anything less than a
covered body.

As if having my three sisters unabashedly walking around in their underwear
wasn't enough of a type of purgatory for me to have to bear with, there
were laundry days to have to cope with as well, since our mum had walked
out and left us to go live overseas with a guy she'd met at her work.

And with mum now gone it was all hands to the pumps from cooking to
cleaning the house to doing the washing so my father constantly reminded
all of us when he'd see some infraction around the house that irked him.

Of course for my sisters they had each other to turn to for assistance if
they needed it, but aside from dad himself who was usually working all the
hours in the day to allow us to live as well as we were, my nearest close
confidant and friend was several blocks away if I needed someone to whine
to about my existence and other than that I only had the laundry basket
left to console me.

But dad's tone of voice that time had me more worried than ever before so I
did my best to avoid temptation, usually by going several days without
showering or even entering the bathroom to go to the toilet, instead racing
outside into the backyard and behind the garage to relieve myself and also
kill off the bushes, to avoid seeing my sisters bra's, panties or stockings
hanging up drying.

But a prepubescent boy's only human after all and usually weak in spirit
and aside from that there was the constant temptation from the laundry
hamper to allow me to get my "fix" if I needed to.

And I did need to believe me, I really did. Just like a junkie needing a
fix or an alcoholic needing another drink and always saying "that's my last
one and I'm never going to touch another drop". It was the same thing for
me as I always said to myself that "I'll only wear these this last time and
then never again", but it never was the last time was it? The tree of
knowledge was always in sight and the fruit always looked so tempting.

One Saturday morning dad came into my bedroom and woke me up to get ready
for weekend sport and I drowsily got out of bed infront of him still half
asleep and totally unaware that I forgot I was wearing one of my sister's
nighties infront of him. He just stood still staring at me with his face
turning a slightly darker tinge of red than normal and breathing louder
than usual until my brain clicked into gear and I realised why.

It probably would have been better for me if he'd killed me there and then
on the spot, but instead he finally calmed his breathing and simply smiled
at me then quietly chuckled and said "I've warned you before son, more
times than I care to think about and still you think I must be joking, but
this time you've gone too far and I think you know I'm not going to let you
get away with this any longer" he told me ominously.

"You want to dress like a girl do you, well that's fine with me, but don't
even think about getting changed to get ready for sports cause you're not
going to sports this morning. You're going to stay in your room until I get
your sisters off to netball and then you and I are going to have a bit of
attitude adjustment" before walking out of my room closing the door behind
him.

The quiet calmness of his voice made me more frightened than I'd ever been
before when he caught me in girl's clothing and my body `was' literally
shaking inside the nightie I had on as my imagination took hold of me,
leaving me wondering what dad would do to punish me and how long it would
take and how painful it would be.

When dad came back into the room about an hour later I stood up quickly
from off my bed to see he was stark naked and obviously aroused judging
from his enormous erection swaying from side to side as he walked in. He
was also carrying a small bag as he told me that if I wanted to dress that
way I should find out about some of the pitfalls.

He ordered me to get back on the bed on my hands and knees and while I did
he stepped up behind me and carefully lifted the back of the nightie up to
expose my bottom and began to slowly and gently caress it. He actually was
laughing to himself as he let his hands roam all over my butt saying gentle
soothing things like how soft and nice it felt occasionally letting his
hands touch my rosebud which had me tensing up.

After pushing my head down into the blankets so that I was now head down
and bum up, he proceeded to reach into the bag and take something out which
when I asked what he was doing was told by him it was none of my business
and to keep my head in the blankets before I felt something cold against my
anal hole.

As I jerked at the sudden coldness I also felt something slide inside of me
and although initially surprised quickly discovered I liked it. Dad's voice
behind me said I was just like my mother the way I like something in my
arse and proceeded to revolve his finger around inside of me while also
forcing it in as far as possible so that I could feel the knuckle of his
hand pressing against my opening.

The feel of his intruding revolving finger started to relax me and my body
untensed while I also started to lean back against his hand and started a
rocking motion against it. I'd never experienced this before and was
enjoying it enough so that my small balls and cock were actually tingling.

Dad simply laughed before taking his finger out of me and telling me to
move forward on the bed which I did to be told "further, move forward a bit
more so I can get on the bed" which I did and felt the mattress sink
further down as he got onto the bed behind me and said to stay where I now
was.

I then felt his two hands grip either side of my hips quite firmly and his
voice saying "this might hurt a bit but if it reminds you not to disobey me
in the future, you'll find it was worth it" and I felt something hard start
to force it's way inside of my anus and my anus quickly being forced open
much further than it was ever intended to and dad grunting loudly.

I squealed loudly both at the sudden intrusion inside of me but also at the
pain when I felt his body now firmly pressed against my bum cheeks and the
sudden halt of his intrusion into me. I was breathing very fast and wanting
to wriggle away from him but his from grip on my hips didn't allow me
to. His loud voice telling me to stay still and relax had me still
breathing hard partly still in shock at the sudden intrusion and pain but
within a minute or so the pain seemed to be lessening considerably and my
breathing started to slow down.

When I was finally breathing almost normally again although somewhat
loudly, dad started to ease out of me and then thrust back in again at a
slow pace while telling me "you're was tight but starting to loosen up" as
he began picking up the pace of his thrusting. I found I was starting to
like the feeling of his groin hitting the back of my arse cheeks and began
softly moaning and rocking back harder against his thrusts.

A couple of minutes later I had completely abandoned myself to his
thrusting into me and was simply moaning and panting while begging for him
to go harder which he tried to comply with. Shortly was the fap, fap, fap,
sound of flesh meeting flesh as my father loudly told me that I was
definitely like my mother as he pounded my arse into jelly.

I was also involuntarily farting almost every time he thrust into me before
I felt him grip my hips really hard and speed up momentarily before he
stared to slow down now breathing quite heavily and the stiff intrusion of
his penis seemed to soften slightly as he slowed down before becoming still
but pressed firmly up against my behind.

He finally backed away and the mattress started to rise up from behind me
while I also felt something soft sliding out of me as well as some sort of
stickiness leaking out of me as well. I tried to rise up on my arms but was
firmly told by dad to stay where I was and that he wasn't finished with me
yet.

I heard rather than saw him rummage inside the bag again and suddenly felt
something hard being pushed back inside my opening quite forcefully and
quickly. I grunted loudly as my anus seemed to be stretched even further
than when dad had mounted me and the object seemed to get thicker and with
a sudden firm push and me breathing suddenly much faster and in some sudden
pain, I suddenly felt my anus start to relax slightly as it registered it
no longer needed to be stretched any further.

A moment later I felt a buzzing throbbing feeling inside of me but didn't
yet realise what had just happened until my dad informed me. "I've had to
be cruel to be kind to you son but hopefully this will make sure you never
wear any female clothing ever again" he said to me while smiling.

In actual fact my body was actually finding this thick intrusion somewhat
enjoyable and my cock was as stiff as a post which dad quickly found out
when I moaned and he quickly bought his hand up to my rock hard cock and
said "fuck me dead son, you actually like this don't you" and I nodded my
head and breathlessly said that I did.

"Right" he told me "I'll make sure you don't" and ordered me to stand up at
once. He then told me to go over and sit at my desk and handed me a small
plastic box with a thin plastic cord lead from it to behind me and I slowly
and gingerly walked over to my desk chair with a forced wide open gait and
slowly proceeded to sit down which because of the vibrating thing inside my
arse made me do it slowly.

As I eased down onto the chair my dad came over and pressed down on my
shoulders forcing me to sit down quickly and heavily onto my chair and I
grunted out loudly. Dad then wheeled the chair into the middle of room with
me on it before telling me to stand up quickly. And I did try to but found
it hard to do and felt his hands under my armpits to make me stand up
quicker.

My stomach inside me was quickly becoming sore and I wanted to poo very
badly and said so to dad who instructed me to sit back down again and do it
quickly. He ended up making me doing it about ten times and each time I sat
down quickly I felt a more severe pain in my bowel area and being helpless
to do anything about it simply wanted dad to stop making me sit down and
stand up quickly and finally asked him to.

Dad told me I hadn't learnt my lesson yet and told me to follow him to the
bathroom. Once there he told me to get inside the shower and after I had,
told me to lean forward against the shower wall and to spread my legs
slightly further apart which I did. He then said "I'm going to take this
out of you now Craig and I suddenly felt as if my anus was being ripped out
of me as he quickly pulled the thing out from inside of me.

My anus was forced open to allow it to leave me and with dad's quick firm
yank I felt as if my bum had been pulled out as well while my anus was
emitting an incredibly loud wet fart come motorboat sound while I gasped
for breath at the sudden shock inside of me. I saw the object was covered
in my poo and it was quite obscene to look at because of the thick lump of
it at the tip of the object.

Dad voiced his revulsion of it while telling me "yep, you're just like your
mother was back there son" as he gingerly took the poo covered vibrator and
put it under the bathroom sink tap and turned on the hot water to wash It
clean. All of a sudden and without any warning or even being able to get to
the toilet my bowels suddenly emptied at my feet in the shower and dad said
"yep, just like your mum" and chuckled to himself.

I was instructed to use the shower wand to break up the poo and flush it
down the drain, which I did before being ordered to have a shower. I tried
to make myself clean but was thinking that I'd never be able to do it as I
scrubbed myself thoroughly with the soap. I also didn't seem to be able to
get rid of my stiffy either and when my dad joined me to shower as well my
stiff cock was the first thing he commented about.

When he washed my back he also washed my anus and to my horror I found he
was able to get the entire cake of soap inside of it as his hand holding it
helped to clean me up inside. Once he had done that he turned off the
shower tap and proceeded to unscrew the shower head while telling me that I
needed to be completely flushed out and after unscrewing the shower head
turned on the hot and cold taps and ran the water flow over his hand before
saying to me to turn round and bend over.

He then quickly eased the flexible shower wand up inside my anus and I felt
the flow of lukewarm water filling up inside of me. Dad eased the wand out
of me while telling to try and hold the water in, but my tummy started
cramping and I cried out as the water gushed out from inside of me along
with more clumps of my poo.

Dad quickly pushed my head back downwards and telling me to bend reinserted
the wand back up inside of me and we did the procedure twice more before I
saw that the water gushing out of me was now clear and after a final "just
to be sure" cleansing had my father tell me to get dried off while
remarking that I was still as stiff as a post down there.

After we'd dried off I noticed that dad was hard again and asked him if he
wanted to screw me to get rid of it. His face turned crimson in anger while
he told me that he thought I'd learnt my lesson which had me totally
confused about things. He then loudly ordered me to go back into my bedroom
and kneel back on the bed again while he stormed off into his own bedroom
to come stomping back into my room again and tell me he was going to make
sure that if I wanted to wear girlie clothes for my boyfriends (and I
started to tell him I didn't do that sort of thing) which had him tell me
to shut up before saying "he'd make sure he ruined for any of my lovers in
the future before reapplying more lubricant to my anus.

He was much rougher doing it this time and I also felt he was inserting
more inside of me as well, before ordering me to keep my head pressed into
the blankets while he did something behind me. I asked him in a pleading
voice not to insert the vibrator into me again and he ignored me while
muttering under his breath and carrying on doing something behind me.

When he was doing whatever it was he was doing behind me, he spoke to me
asking if I knew that my mother thought I was gay several years ago when
she told him about me wearing my sister's old underwear and said he'd
better talk to me quick before telling me that he now wished he had talked
to me because it's probably too late now.

He then said to me in a sad voice, "I'm sorry son" before again forcing
something inside of my anus again. This one initially didn't hurt so much
but I quickly discovered as dad pushed harder the thing quickly widened and
was suddenly stretching me to the point where I was screaming out loudly
and all I could feel was it being firmly thrust deeper inside of me.

Dad told me to shut up and don't try to move or stand up, as he then moved
a wide strap about my waist and between my legs before a clicking sound saw
him move round next to me and put his head down beside me and tell me I'd
be ruined in the future if I had any boyfriends before carefully helping me
over onto my left side and then helping me off the bad and carefully down
onto a kneeling position on the bedroom floor.

He said he'd show me some pity and using a small box in his hand turned on
the buzzy thing inside of it and shortly after its consistent throbbing
help my body to relax although it was obvious dad had inserted something
huge up inside of me and it was not only making me feel full inside but it
was also making my stomach nauseous.

Dad went and sat down on my desk chair and wheeled it round to where I was
kneeling on all fours and breathing very heavily. He told me that my
sisters had all gone to the movies and wouldn't be back until four so we
had about two hours to kill until he'd get it out from inside of me. I felt
the huge thing trying to slide out of me but the harness now on me
prevented it from doing so entirely.

Every ten minutes or so dad would get behind me and push the huge thing
back up inside of me as far as possible and tighten the harness some more
so that each time he did it the intruder was sliding out less. Dad cruelly
explained to me that he'd done exactly the same thing to my mum the night
before she walked out after she told him about her lover who she said was
taking her overseas to live and leaving me the house and kids.

He laughed bitterly telling me how she screamed like blue murder and cursed
him to hell when he finally took it out of her leaving a definite gaping in
her anus as he told me he enjoyed seeing the look on her face when he told
her she'd never get her elasticity back in her arse and would be sloppy for
her lover whenever he wanted to have anal sex with her.

The bastard smiled while he told me that because I was younger that I'd
probably be stretched further and since we had longer to do it I'd be even
more gaping back there than my mother now was. "You'll have to be careful
in the dressing rooms for gym from now on" he sardonically told me "unless
you want to be the chicken for regular pack raping".

By then it was almost time for him to take out whatever was inside of me
which by now my body was starting to somewhat reluctantly accept but while
he was talking to me again about what he had done to my mother's anus he
was slowly masturbating himself and was now just as big and hard as when I
first saw him earlier on in the day.

He finally stood up and walked over to me telling me it was time to take
the thing out of me, but first he was going to do something for me. I was
shocked to see him dropping down onto the floor and begin to suck my rock
hard cock till I came in screaming orgasm because my fully stretched anus
was involuntarily clutching the thick intruder inside of me spasmodically
and rapidly in a way I'd never experienced before.

By the time I was calmed down I was fully committed in my mind to wearing
women's clothes whenever I wanted to and stuff dad. But when he stood
beside me to try and help me get up it also meant having his stiff penis
infront of me to do it and as he sat down on the bed infront of me I
quickly took his penis and put it into my mouth and began sucking hard as
if to thank him for my orgasm.

He simply moaned and said "that's right little girl, suck it and swallow
daddy" and in less than ten seconds he was flooding into my mouth and I was
being forced to swallow it rapidly which I was kind of happy to do now.

When I had finished draining him and had moved my mouth away I looked at
him and smiled before saying "who's the gay one now daddy" in a falsetto
girlie voice and he simply smiled and told me I'll be alright as his wife.

He gently helped me into the bathroom shower before unclasping the harness.
He didn't need to pull the huge vibrator out of me as my anus was now able
to freely be allowed to expel it from out of me on its own and did so very
quickly leaving me with a totally empty feeling inside my body.

Dad knelt down and looked at my anus and said "oh dear, what have I done to
you my darling" before tenderly helping me shower off again but this time
he didn't try to wash my anus instead letting me discover the damage for
myself. I quickly discovered that my entire hand could be easily inserted
up inside of me. But dad was quick to assure me that I'd close up a bit
over the next few days.

As we got dried off he told me he had something of my mother's for me to
have and led me into his bedroom and showed me a closet full of my mother's
clothes which he told me she'd left for me as a parting gift and then then
showed me a drawer full of her lingerie and I knew that from that moment on
I'd be my father's new wife for him whenever we got the chance to be
together alone.