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At Daddy’s
mercy, beck and call part 7 of 12
Foreword:
Here is another part
of Diane’s lived story. I had promise her to translate it, but I don’t like it.
A young girl is
treated by an adolescent as if she was a plaything only for his pleasure and
his sexual experiment.
/Cecilita
cecilitaSv70@hotmail.com
Proof read: Stiga
At Daddy’s
mercy, beck and call part 7 of 12
After the phone call
he sat silent for a long time and who was I to disturb him. I could suspect
that he had invited Pelle to see me in my nakedness
and service and also that that would be more humiliating than anything. In my
heart I know that I had just to let it happen if he decided so.
It was out of my hands
to influence. I was here as a slave-girl and had my orders clear from Daddy, to
convince Jens that I was his best choice for a wife and a slave-girl that he
could ever dream of.
THE PIG HUNT.
He was
sitting at the table and had me standing, as usual in order position obliquely in
front of him, with my encouraging smile, as I though everything was funny.
“I want to
play the pig-hunt-game with you” he told me.
It was not
that he asked of my opinion. I knew that I had no opinion in his eye. I didn’t
know what he meant by it anyhow, so I had only to follow his lead and do my
very best in any of his games.
I got the
feeling of that he had many fantasies that he wanted to play out with me during
this short period I was here.
He took an Air-gun
and loaded it with some red plastic ammunition. He took the bullet from a can
and I could see that they were sharp red. The whole bottom of the can was
filled by them and there must be more than 30.
I was
ordered to move over to the opposite part of the kitchen and I did so with the
fake smile on my face. I was scared but I didn’t dare to let it show and my
smile camouflage it, even when we both knew that I was ordered to smile and I
was afraid that my smile spurred him.
“Turn
around” he ordered and I did and in a second I had my nude back to him. But I
could see him clearly in a mirror on the wall.
I was
almost paralyzed when I saw him raised the gun and pointing it in my direction.
He aimed at me and fired the gun. I felt immediately a sting on my left bottom
check and my left hand left my neck and flew down to the hurting spot. I couldn’t
help it. It was a reflex.
“Who told
you to move your hand?”
“No body, Sir! I’m
sorry Sir!”
”Put your hand back
and stand still!”
"Yes Sir!"
“I’m not going to kill
you!”
“No Sir!”
I’m instinctively
afraid of guns and firearms of all kind and this gun looked like a real gun to
me. Later he told me that it was an air gun and he put plastic bullets in it.
The bullet would hit me in high speed and splash and cause pain. Perhaps it
would make me cry out, but there were no danger.
I saw him in the
mirror taking aim again and a felt the sting. I stretch the muscles in my
bottom. It hurt a lot like a bee-sting in the spring with paralyzing and
stinging pain.
//
Then he
took me out in the garden and up to a very big field with about 50 centimetres
(19 in) high grass.
He was
dressed in a shirt, pants and long rubber boots but he had his pants open in
the front so I could se he cock in semi hard condition pointing out of the open
fly.
He
explained his rules to me. I had to crawl in the high grass and try to hide. He
was going to hunt me and shoot me with his airgun and every hit would paint my
skin red on the spot.
For every
time he hit my naked skin I was going to get ten times more blows by the
birch-rod on my bottom.
The field
he pointed out was rather big and I should have a fair chance, he said. He
didn’t tell me then that his intention was to use 30 or more plastic bullets on
my naked body when ever he could spot me. He warned me to run too far over the
hill because the Svensen family could see me. “But
that is up to you!” he added.
He told me
that he had decided the game last for 30 minutes in all and I was given 2
minutes leading before he started his chase of me.
I didn’t
even think of running away because I had no way to go. Running to my father was
even more unthinkable. No, I had to stay and suffer the pain. Or perhaps try to
do my part as good as possible and hide from him.
Before he
started his game he had me put on leather kneepads and leather gloves with a
leather cushion. It all seemed to be made by hand. The left leather glove
didn’t fit me that good.
He looked
at my smiling face.
“Do you
have any questions before you go?”
He asked of
me. It was difficult for me to understand why he was playing this game with me;
it could hardly be a test of my obedience to him more of my skill to hide. Why
should he shoot at my naked body and make my skin hurt and after that punish me
for every hurting bullet he hit me with? As if the hits wasn’t enough.
There
couldn’t possibly be any fun with this game. But I had no question to ask of
him. I had only to hide away from him as long as possible.
I liked all
the games my Daddy played with me and I had to like this one as well. I had to
think of like a game of hide-and-seek to make it easier for myself.
"No
Sir!"
“OK. Off You go!”
I was on my
hands and knees and started to crawl out in the high grass. Behind me I heard
him counting loudly; twenty-five, twenty-six …
The
soft-locking grass was whipping my naked skin at my arms and calves and it was
hurting badly, but I had to ignore it and run. Stinging pain
that I must restrain.
I felt the
sun burning my naked back.
In the beginning I was running on my hands and
feet straight forward and at his “Fifty” I lowered my
bottom and started to crawl, but now straight to left. He had told me he was
going to count to one hundred and twenty. The blades of grass hit my face badly
and my arms and breasts as well.
When I
looked backwards I saw that the grass was showing where I went. So in panic I
raised my rump again and started to run as quick as I could. I didn’t know if I was allowed to run with my
bottom high but it was a much faster way to travel. The fact that he easy could
see me made me be careful with this showing.
I felt like
and wild animal and now it was easy for me to understand how an animal felt
trying to escape the hunter.
I looked
back and couldn’t see or hear him so I decided to go straight right and then to
crawl slow and keep my naked body as low as possible.
So I heard
his voice calling out: “I’m coming after you little pig!”
I felt a
sting in my heart. He saw me as a little pig, not a human, or it was the game.
I fought
myself to see his games as a play and I decided that I would do my best in his
game, not only for avoiding his bullets but also for my Daddy’s order of me
“doing anything to convince him….”
I could
hear him coming through the grass from my left backside and lower my nude body
to the ground having the grass stabbing into my belly and my breasts.
I listen
carefully but couldn’t hear him. He had stopped and was searching for my, his
little pig.
In my
nakedness I felt so vulnerable but in the same time it felt natural to be naked
in the out in the nature. Daddy had had me naked outdoors in the summer very
much so that I had adjusted to and learned to feel natural.
Hiding here
I suddenly felt a longing for Jens semen and the taste of it and that I rather
sucked at him then crawled here. I love semen, it taste so soft, smooth and
salty and I like the feeling of swallow it down my throat. I also love to hold
it in my mouth and show it for my Daddy and then was allowed to swallow it
down.
It felt
really funny to unexpectedly start to think of the taste of semen out here in
the field. It was my job to make him spray into my mouth when ever he wanted so
I had only to wait for next time to come.
“Ouch!”
I felt a
real bad sting at my right bottom cheek and understood that Jens was behind me
and that his bullet had hit me.
Instinctively
I started to crawl away from him forwards but only to get another sting on my
left bottom cheek.
I kept
crawling and turn left only to get another hit in between my cheeks and to my
anus, that I didn’t knew was so visible for him. I was really suffering from
that hit and I felt my anus cramp and spasm in pain.
“Ouch!”
“That was a
bull eye!” I heard him shout, but I
didn’t know what he meant by that as I felt the pain.
In the same
time as I felt pain from my body parts I also felt something leaking and I hoped that it wasn’t blood.
“Ow!”
Another
sting at my left thigh, but now I had found speed in my crawling and heard that
he was a bit behind me. I directly turned right and the right again. I knew
that I now was crawling back to him in my escaping but thought it was a good
idea. It was!
I kept my
body low to the ground and was still. I heard him running in the grass as I
stopped and he was hopefully following another trace in the grass, from a real
animal or something. He was running fast and I heard him disappear.
I kept low
and hope that he wouldn’t return in the first moments.
I had
received four hits and that earned me forty hits by the birch-twigs on my
bottom. As long as I could keep it that low I was happy but I knew that that
was impossible. In moment I felt the pain from the whipping blades of grass on
my unprotected body but fought to not think of it.
It felt so comical
when I crawled naked here. But I also felt it like a game that I must win. He
must not see me again until he had decided that the game was over. He could not
lose a game that he set the rules for and I wouldn’t dare to challenge him.
30 minutes he said. I wondered how many
minutes there was left or if he wanted to prolong it to an hour or two if he
found it enjoyable. He was in the end titled to fix any time for his game as he
wanted. I hope for not, it was much better if I had to act in his direct
presence. I felt my body captivate his mind better then. It pleased me to see
him react with lust at his view of my naked body, some little touch of power as
I was allowed to feel. It thrilled me
in a funny and unknown way.
Grass
straws tickled on my belly. And I could even feel them at my private part where
it had found its way in my cowered altitude. Some insects had been enticed by
the sweat on my nude body and were annoying me, but I couldn’t fight them. I
had to let them crawl in their ticklish way over my body.
Now I could
hear him returning over the field but in the wrong direction. He was calling
and I dare to not obey him and show myself, but had I bad feeling of it.
How much
time left?
When I
heard him turn again and walk further away from me I dared to peek at him and
quickly lower my head again. Now I could hear in his voice that he wasn’t
amused any more.
He stopped
at the middle of the field and shouted:
“Stand up!”
I must obey
and before my mind had decided it my body was on its way up. I took the only
position that I knew was right in all situations, the order-position.
It felt
nice for my body to stretch out my limbs and I felt a nice and light breeze
nicely cooling of my warm skin, but I also felt smarting pain all over.
I also felt
like a puppet. He called and I jumped!
That was
the reason I was here, I reminded myself.
I could see
his member (cock) standing straight out and I could in a second throw myself in
front of him to work for his liquid gift, it he only give me the order. It had
not reduced my thirst but it had broken the crawling stress over the field. I
was so thirsty that I had gladly taken even his urine down my throat.
“OK! Crawl
and hide again!”
He shouted
and started to walk in my direction. I quickly crouched and started to crawl on
my hands and feet to my left and made it as quickly as I could without of
raising my bottom for him to see and trace. As soon I felt it safe I fell down
at my hands and knees.
The grass
straws whipped my legs and arm and also my face. I kept my mouth closed to
protect it from the whipping straws but I felt them hitting my face.
I had only
one thought in my head, to escape him, more to win the game then to avoid his
bullets, they where easier to handle and only harmed the skin. My ambition to
win, when it was allowed, trigged something deeper in my mind. I believe that I
have a winning spirit in my soul.
Though
there was no conflict with my submission to obey and to subordinate myself to a
man, Daddy or as now a Master.
Then I felt
it wasn’t allowed to try to win and I adjust quickly to that situation.
By having
me standing up and reveal my hiding point he sheeted in his game, but I didn’t
even allowed my self that thought until years after. It was his game and his
rules. He could change his rules during the game and it still was up to him.
As a reward
for my obedience I felt the blows from two bullets. One hit my left shoulder
and the other my behind when I quickly tried to escape him again. He was on his
feet and I was on my all four and he was quicker and hit me twice more, as I
raised my bottom to run faster on my hands and feet, now with my head downwards
running blindly as the straws whipped my naked skin.
As I run
blindly in one direction I manage to run away from him and turned right and
then right again after some metres. Then I stopped and throw myself flat to the
ground and felt the grass hurting my naked skin. Daddy had taught me to stand
pain in small amounts.
I wasn’t
sure if he allowed me to raise my body in my all four (hands-feet) position
again, but he hadn’t correct me, when I did. I was
afraid that my heavy breathing would reveal my position.
There
couldn’t be that much time left now.
I lay still
and tried to pant in a controlled way.
I have so
far “earned” 80 blows from the punish instrument he selected and thought that
was enough, but who was I to say?
As my
heartbeat went down I felt the stinging and burning pain from the blade of
grass on my naked skin on my arms, breasts, thighs and face.
I hope that
he didn’t decide to repeat this game when Pelle
arrived. Two hunters in the field were too much.
Suddenly he
called the game off and had my stand again.
Quickly I
rose to my feet and took the order-position and felt again the sun burning at
my naked skin but also the cooling breeze. I stood 50 meter (160 ft) from him
an in direction to the house.
“Here!”
I run with
my long legs towards him over the grass and tried to block of the pain and
smarting.
I stopped
before him and took the up stretched order-position, naked in the sun and
waited for what to do.
“SUCK!”
I had felt
it in my backbone when I run up to him and saw his stiff member waiting for me.
In a second
I had thrown myself on my knees in front of him and had my mouth open and
waiting for it. I took it in my dry mouth and started to suck him and massage
him with my tongue and lips. As I started to massage him I felt liquid in my
mouth.
My head nodded
up and down at his cock. I waited for his liquid gift to spray down my throat
as valuable drops, which I knew tasted so good. Soon he rewarded me and I
tasted the salty drops.
Now my
painful skin took over my brain.
“Run up to
the house and drink and have a shower!”
"Yes
Sir!"
As ordered I run up to the house and into the
kitchen and drank from the water tap in the washing up sink.
Then I run
to the bathroom and prepared for the shower. I also watch myself in the mirror
and saw that I was red whip all over my body. Then I was forced to percept the
pain from it.
But that
pain was none compared to the pain when I in the shower let the water hit my
naked body. My first reaction was to run out from the shower, but then I
thought of that he had ordered me to shower and a stayed there and put up with
the pain.
My mind was also
occupied by the worrying thought of Pelle as a
visitor and I wondered if Daddy had allowed that. I was Jen’s slave girl and
couldn’t even protest, but I decided that I would tell Daddy later. I longed
for my Daddy. He was so predictable, so easy to obey.
I had two days and one
night to be tested by Jens and I had not only to endure what he decides to
happen to me, but also to do my very best to convince him that I was his best
choice for a wife and a slave-girl. The only asset I had was my trained skills,
my naked body and my obedience.
//
If there are still
interests out there in the cyberspace I will continue.
Translating
is a hard work and as a woman I’m driven by encouragement.
I
thank all those nice people who had taken their time to feed me.
/Cecilita
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