The Problem Child
Written by Nightingale
Bill complained to me about his teenage daughter, Corey, many times, griping about the way she behaved at home and how she never could get along with girls or boys. When that happened, last September, his daughter was two months away from her eighteenth birthday. He was really pissed off at her. I felt sorry for him.
"You seem very distressed about her," I said the obvious. "Why don't you let me speak with her and see what I can do. Let her spend a week at my place."
"She's a real headache, pal," Bill said. "She may split your head with her nuisance."
"I am willing to try," I said.
"But don't say I didn't warn you," he said. "If you wish, I can drop her at your place this Saturday morning."
"Great," I said. "I hope I can do something good."
"I am really desperate," he said. "I would be very grateful to you if you could."
Nightingale
May 1998
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The Problem Child
I agreed that Beth take our twelve-year-old son and spend a week with her folks in the country. Bill dropped Corey at nine in that Saturday morning. She was a pretty girl and was wearing a light tank top and a dark tight miniskirt. "Good morning, my pretty princess," I greeted, making her blush. "Please, come in, Corey."
The girl was addicted to lollipops, so after we had brunch together, I handed her a lollipop of her favorite kind. While she licked and sucked on the lollipop seductively, I made my speech.
"You know you will be spending a week here with me," I said in a soft tone that grew harsher as I spoke. "Your stay will mostly be about discipline and obedience. Your parents are really mad at the way you behave with them and at your aloofness. By the end of this week you will be a good girl. I will do anything to assure that. If you object to any order of mine, you will be severely punished. Is that clear?"
She nodded, still sucking on the lollipop playfully.
"Very well," I said, handing her a white, tight, sleeveless mini dress that would reach just below her crotch. "Now go to that room and change into this." She obeyed.
When she came back, I could not make the points of her nipples. "Are you wearing underwear?" I asked.
"Yes," she nodded.
"You have just warranted your first punishment," I growled. "I told you to change into that dress, I didn't say you could keep your underwear! Go back, get rid of your underwear and come back for your punishment." She complied as I expected.
"Come here," I commanded, guiding her to bend over my knees.
Her bare ass cheeks peeked out from under her short dress. I hiked the dress a little, making her ass totally accessible. I kissed her right ass cheek, then I cupped her left ass cheek.
"You are very beautiful," I said. "But I have to punish you. Do you know that your ass is very pretty?"
She didn't answer. I gave her left ass cheek a very hard slap than really stung. She yelped and jumped.
"Answer when asked," I said sternly. "Do you know that your ass is very pretty?"
"I don't know," she said weakly.
"Now you do," I said. "Do you know that your ass is very pretty?"
"Yes," she said.
"Good girl," I said and gave her another hard slap on her right ass cheek that made her jump again. My fingers left red marks on her pale ass flesh. She was sobbing softly. "Now we can go ahead with your punishment."
I cupped her ass and massaged her gently, squeezing and parting her cheeks. "Are you virgin?" I asked as I pulled her ass cheeks apart to expose her pussy and asshole.......(cont)
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