My little sissy daughter Laura sits on the toilet with her eyes shut tight. Her legs are pressed together and her hands are clenched at her sides. As I stand over her unwrapping the pregnancy test, a tear rolls down her cheek.
"Spread your legs."
Sniffling she complies. She's already been well-spanked and may be crying from the stinging in her sissy bottom, but I suspect that it's the humiliation that has driven her to actual tears.
"Pee."
Her little sissy stick, shriveled to the size of a lipstick tube, trembles.
"I'm waiting."
Eventually a thin, almost clear stream of urine sprays over the tip of the pregnancy test. I hold it there for five seconds, as the box directed, and then set it on the sink. I roll up a bit of toilet tissue and tell Laura to wipe herself.
"What a slut you've turned out to be."
She doesn't answer. She just sits on the toilet and sniffles, her skirt hiked up and her knees pressed together again. She would almost look demure, in her ruffled ankle socks and pig tails, except for the thick-heeled, black patent sandals she wears.
"We have ten minutes until that test is done. I'm sure you can think of something more productive to do that sit there with your sex hanging out. That's what got you into this situation in the first place."
"Yes, Mommy." Laura pulls up her white, cotton panties. I know she's only wearing them for show. I've seen the silky thongs in her drawer. Does she think I'm blind?
As she walks past me, I swat her bottom hard. She is surprised by the impact and stumbles forward a bit, her short skirt bobbing up to show her panties again.
I follow her into her room, where she begins folding a basket of laundry--mostly our lingerie.
"Look at me."
She looks up shyly, grasping a pair of my panties.
"I don't want a slut to touch my intimate things."
She puts the panties down quickly and starts to fold something else.
"I wasn't done, Laura. Put that down and come kneel in front of me."
She obeys. She wouldn't dare otherwise. The long, leather strap is still on her bed from the harsh spanking she received earlier.
"No, that's not quite right, is it?" I ask. "Nuns kneel." I bend forward so that my lips are next to her pierced ear before I whisper, "And you're a whore. On your hands and knees with your cunny in the air."
Laura assumes the position without complaint or comment. I'm sure it's one she knows well.
"Lift up your skirt and show me your pussy."
She does.
I meander over to the bed and pick up the strap. I run it over my palm slowly and circle my naughty, slutty, dirty little sissy daughter.
"I'm going to whip the place where all those horny boys fucked you."
She moans and twitches. I've not punished her there before. I can't help but think that perhaps, if I had, she would not have grown into such a wanton little slut.
Without further explanation or chastisement, I bring the whip down hard on her sex. The full force is on her anus, but I also slap her balls on the backstroke. Her whole body spasms and a thin stream of cum drips from her sissy stick.
"Disgusting! Lick that up!"
Crying again, Laura lowers her lips to the carpet and dabs at her own pre-cum.
"Will anything get you off?"
Laura sobs, "I don't know, Mommy."
"Then we'll just have to see, won't we?"
Again I strike her. This time her back arches and she throws her head back.
"Perhaps I'll just flog this little pussy raw then have a whole string of boys fuck you, one after the other. Will that teach you your lesson?"
Another strike with the whip and Laura cries, "Yes, Mommy!"
"So I should arrange that?"
I hit her again. She's getting confused. "No, Mommy!"
"Which is it, you little whore?"
Another blow. "I don't know, Mommy!"
And another. "Do you want the boys to fuck you?"
I'm beating her rhythmically now and harder than I usually would have dared, but the way she's arching her back and moaning through her sobs tells me she can take it.
"Do you want the boys to fuck you, young lady?" I almost scream.
"Yes, Mommy!"
With a final, particularly brutal blow, she collapses on her stomach, her face pressed into the floor. I drop the whip and heave a sigh.
"Let's go check your pregnancy test and then we'll talk."
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