Written by H. Grant
Trixie sat at her little desk doodling on a small piece of blank paper. Her 3rd grade teacher Mr. Harris had given the class free time to draw at their leisure. It was nearing lunch time and Trixie was getting hungry. Her little 8 year old body was so cute and petit. She was wearing a pretty little school dress with high knee socks. Her hair was done up in pretty little pig tails and her face had cute dimples whenever she smiled. Today, Trixie was drawing a picture of an elephant. She loved going to the zoo with her daddy and watching the huge elephants from a distance. At first - Trixie was scared of the massive animals, but her father had reassured her that they could not hurt her and that she would be safe and sound with him. Trixie liked it when her father reassured her like that. She felt safe and secure in his strong arms. Gradually she had become fond of the elephants and began drawing them in class. She also liked tigers and zebras. Best of all, Trixie enjoyed playing on the school playground. Her teacher Mr. Harris would watch her from a distance - admiring her cute little bottom and pretty little skirt. Mr. Harris secretly loved little girls. He wanted to pull down their panties and play with their sweet little cunnies. He especially enjoyed watching Trixie. She was such an open minded child. Unlike most of the children, Trixie had not been taught to avoid strangers. She openly chatted with Mr. Harris on the playground. She appeared to enjoy asking him about his personal life. Mr. Harris was married and had two children in high school. They were both boys and they were about to graduate. They were good teens, but they had a fascination with pornographic magazines. Mr. Harris recalled how he had caught them looking through Hustler magazine when they were only 12 years old. God only knew when they had started. At first, Mr. Harris was angry with them. Over time however, he had come to accept their addiction. After all, he himself was a pervert of the worst sorts. He enjoyed little girls and fantasized about touching them in their private places. Mr. Harris had originally applied for a pre-school position at the same school. He figured that if he could get into the pre-school section, he could get close to the little girls through the means of potty training them. Unfortunately, the position had already been taken by an older woman. She dressed very conservatively and appeared to dislike men.
Mr. Harris hated liberated women. He believed that a woman's place was in the home where she belonged. He did not share the belief that women should be educated. In his opinion, the less a woman knew, the more submissive she would be toward a man. He had experienced this with his wife Sally when he met her back in high school. She was very intelligent and had a bright future in science ahead of her. That was until she met him. Very early on, Mr. Harris had exerted his influence over her. Eventually he coerced her into dropping out of high school. He bought her trampy clothes and told her to that if she loved him she would behave like a bimbo and giggle a lot. Having fallen completely in love with him, Sally saw no choice but to comply. To make a long story short, she produced two sons and became a devoted house wife - cleaning dishes, changing diapers, and serving him beer whenever he asked for it. He even got her used to dressing in skimpy sluttish outfits for his male friends. Sometimes he would even go so far as to make her do a strip tease in front of his male companions. After discovering his son's addiction to pornography, he secretly began to influence his children's thoughts on how to treat women.
He taught them to regard them as animals that needed to be trained and subdued. The climax of his influence came when he ordered Sally to undress in front of the two boys. He told her to lie on her back and pull down her cheap underwear. Then he instructed her to spread her cunt and finger it for them.
"Tell them Sally.....tell your children what women are really good for!" he commanded his wife.....(cont)
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Trixie's Smelly Underpants
....written by
H. Grant.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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