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A Descent into Chaos HER TRAINING Let me tell you about my problem that began a few years back. The problem was my 16-year-old stepdaughter. She was a little less than 5’ tall, weighed around 85 lbs., and was slim with long black hair. Before the accident she was a sweet, pleasant child. Now due to psychological and physical injures caused by an automobile accident in which her mother was killed, she has undergone a complete personality change. She became the most unpleasant human being I have ever known and almost unbearable to live with. She had all the social skills of a spoiled six-year-old child. She was nasty, angry and completely uncooperative. She spent about 18 hours a day in front of the TV and had a screaming fit if I suggest she do anything else. Every time I displeased her, she ducked her head and came at me scratching and screaming. The shrinks said she needed love and acceptance. How can you show love and acceptance to someone like that? She had placed me in a ‘Catch 22’ situation in that I had too much money for the state to pay to have her institutionalized but not enough to pay for it myself. Although I was married to her mother for less than a year, I was her nearest relative and as far as the court was concerned I was her guardian and she was all my responsibility. Let me explain how all this came about. My first wife, Doris who was a realtor, found a really great old Victorian style house at a reasonable price. We bought it and began a renovation doing most of the work ourselves. It was a real labor of love. As we were nearing completion, Doris began to tire very quickly. A medical checkup showed cancer, which was too far along to do much about. I added a bathroom to a large downstairs room and tried to take care of her at home. After a while, I needed help and a social worker at the hospital found what seemed a perfect match. An unemployed nurse, who had just lost her apartment, she was a single mom with a 15-year-old daughter. They moved in and we made my wife’s last days as comfortable as we could. After Doris died it just seemed natural for Ellen to stay on and after a while we became lovers. Just six months after Doris died we were married and although there was no wild passion, we seemed to be a good match. …the next moment changed everything
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A Descent into Chaos
HER TRAINING
Let me tell you about my problem that began a few years back. The problem was my 16-year-old stepdaughter. She was a little less than 5’ tall, weighed around 85 lbs., and was slim with long black hair. Before the accident she was a sweet, pleasant child. Now due to psychological and physical injures caused by an automobile accident in which her mother was killed, she has undergone a complete personality change. She became the most unpleasant human being I have ever known and almost unbearable to live with. She had all the social skills of a spoiled six-year-old child. She was nasty, angry and completely uncooperative. She spent about 18 hours a day in front of the TV and had a screaming fit if I suggest she do anything else. Every time I displeased her, she ducked her head and came at me scratching and screaming. The shrinks said she needed love and acceptance. How can you show love and acceptance to someone like that? She had placed me in a ‘Catch 22’ situation in that I had too much money for the state to pay to have her institutionalized but not enough to pay for it myself. Although I was married to her mother for less than a year, I was her nearest relative and as far as the court was concerned I was her guardian and she was all my responsibility.
Let me explain how all this came about. My first wife, Doris who was a realtor, found a really great old Victorian style house at a reasonable price. We bought it and began a renovation doing most of the work ourselves. It was a real labor of love. As we were nearing completion, Doris began to tire very quickly. A medical checkup showed cancer, which was too far along to do much about. I added a bathroom to a large downstairs room and tried to take care of her at home. After a while, I needed help and a social worker at the hospital found what seemed a perfect match. An unemployed nurse, who had just lost her apartment, she was a single mom with a 15-year-old daughter. They moved in and we made my wife’s last days as comfortable as we could. After Doris died it just seemed natural for Ellen to stay on and after a while we became lovers. Just six months after Doris died we were married and although there was no wild passion, we seemed to be a good match. Her daughter, Sally, seemed to accept me and did well in school. Several months ago Ellen and Sally went out to go shopping and were hit broadside by an uninsured drunk driver. Ellen was killed instantly and Sally was in intensive care for almost a month. Psychologically she never recovered and she became my problem. When she came home from the hospital, I put her in the room I had prepared for Doris when she became ill. It is a room with it’s own bathroom. I can lock her in, which I frequently do when I have to go out. I am a computer software specialist, and I work at home so she is in the same house with me 24 hours a day.
The public schools put up with her for less than a month before they sent her home for good saying she needed more than their services could provide.
In desperation, I have made a plan to try to solve the problem. Although she usually refuses have anything to do with me, when confronted and threatened with bodily harm, she generally sullenly resigns herself to going along with my wishes. I have decided to try a program of extreme discipline. After a few months of this 'training' I hope she will become submissive and obedient enough so that I can at least bear to have her in my house and maybe even go out to public places. Although I know that this ‘training’ is going to be completely illegal, I am desperate enough to take the chance. My only other option is murder and of course that is even more illegal.
SESSION 1
Today, I started the training of my stepdaughter, Sally. In preparation I had installed special equipment and made certain changes in my study for the ‘training.’ I led her into my study. I opened my desk drawer and took out two soft padded wrist restraints. In a few short moments Sally had her hands fastened in front of her.
I shoved her to a rope hanging from a pulley attached to the ceiling and tied the rope to the padded straps and pulled her wrists up and secured the rope to a tie down on a nearby wall. The look in her face expressed a look of bewilderment and fear. I tied a blindfold over her eyes. She struggled to avoid it but without effect and screamed at the top of her voice. I then picked up a pair of heavy scissors and began cutting away her blouse. When she realized what I was doing she began to scream even louder and thrash about. I switched the scissors for a heavy leather strap and after several heavy swats across her ass she was convinced to hold still and be quite. I now cut all her clothing away.
This is the first time I have ever seen my stepdaughter naked. She had a tiny but beautiful body. She had a pair of small but perfectly formed breasts, a very shapely narrow ass and long, slim legs. I have never looked at her as a sexual object before but I now realized that I have an erection.
I sat at my desk and quietly observed her for several minutes. She first tested her bonds, then panicked and gyrated wildly for a few minutes, then quieted down then cried softly.
I pulled a chair up in front of her and sat down. I went to great pains to explain what I was doing and why, all the while reassuring her that I loved her and that if she went along with this she would gain love and acceptance. But willingly or NOT she was going through the training. I told her that her training would involve bondage, humiliation, and punishment.
I pushed the chair aside and picked up a two-inch wide leather strap about two feet long. My first blow landed on her ass. The sudden shock of pain quickly brought her to life. She started screaming again, so with difficulty I shoved a ball gag into her mouth. She struggled, but I finally forced her mouth open and shoved the gag deep until her mouth was too filled to scream.
Her pain and agony intensified as I directed more blows to her body. She was soon crying but the gag frustrated her attempts to scream.
I whipped her writhing body, sometimes directing a lash to her ass, back or thighs. I even walked around her and whipped her stomach and reddening cunt with the strap a few times. This provoked an even greater response, as the blows fell on her still hairless pussy.
After a few minutes, I put the strap down. I felt drained.
I felt the bulge growing in my pants at the sight of my young ward. And it surprised me that I was enjoying it. Maybe the enjoyment came from a feeling of revenge for all the agony she had put me through during the past months or maybe I had discovered a dark side of myself that I was unaware of.
By the time I finished, Sally’s body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat. I released the bonds that held her. Sally was so weak that she couldn't stand on her own. I carried her to her bed where I sat with her till she had cried herself to sleep.
The only difference in her behavior for the next few days was that she was somewhat subdued and she avoided me when possible.
SESSION 2
A week later I took her into my study and ordered her to strip. She just looked at me and did nothing. "Immediately!” I yelled. Her hands trembled as they fumbled with the buttons on her blouse. One by one, the buttons were undone and the blouse was finally removed to reveal a white bra. She fumbled several times before she was able to undo the zipper to her jeans. She lost her balance as she tried to pull them down but I caught her. Finally the jeans join the rest of her clothing on the floor. Clad now only in her white undergarments, she looked pleadingly at me hoping that she could stay as she is. "Please remove ALL of your clothing.” I told her. Her eyes closed as she reached behind her to unfasten her bra. She was trembling and it took her a couple of tries to finally undo the hooks. She had a distinct tan line showing the lines of the one-piece bathing suit she wore last summer and her small breasts were white against the light tan of her body. The brown nipples were hard and sticking out from her body. She hesitated for a moment with her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and then, as though coming to a decision, she awkwardly pulled them off and hid her pussy with her hands. "Thank you.” I said, "Now please clasp your hands behind your head."
She was completely naked. I was again impressed with how attractive she is. She blushed as she obeyed my request. She was deliberately avoiding looking at me. I had her stand like that for a moment or two and watched her blush travel down to the level of her breasts as she waited, quivering, for whatever comes next. I had her put her hands back down. I took the two padded wrist restraints and fastened her hands in front of her.
I moved her to the pulley attached to the ceiling and tied the rope to the padded straps and pulled them up towards the ceiling by the pulley and secured the rope. I again tied a blindfold over her eyes, which she struggled to avoid.
Once more, I explained to her what I was doing, and why I was doing it. I again told her that this is for her own good. I explained that I loved her. But willingly or NOT she was going through the training. She started to argue so I shoved the ball gag into her mouth.
I took the strap and whipped her writhing body, sometimes directing a lash to her ass, back or thighs. She was soon screaming against the gag. I struck again and again. I continued to whip her writhing body for several minutes, directing the lash to her ass, back, thighs, stomach and cunt.
Again, I whipped her until I felt completely exhausted.
By the time I finished, Sally’s body was again covered in sweat. I released the bonds that held her and she fell to the floor. I carried her to her bed where I again sat by her till she had cried herself to sleep. I felt that tenderness and acceptance after each session is important in her training.
Unplanned SESSION 3.
A few days after the last session I asked her to wash the dinner dishes (She did this before the accident.) When I insisted, she ran to her room. I explained to her that I could NOT let her sins wait until her next training session and I was going to discipline her right then and now. I ordered her to remove her shorts and panties. I informed her that I had decided she merited 20 spanks on her ass for her behavior and then proceeded to lay her on her stomach on her bed. Then I gave her twenty hard smacks on her ass cheeks with my hand pausing in between strokes, which I counted off. At about the tenth stroke she started to sob and then cry and then quickly dried her tears but on the twentieth stroke she gave out with a short high pitched "OOOOOOH" gasp of pain. I told her that I had done it for her own good. She seemed for now to have accepted the fact that I will punish her and is willing, on the surface at least, to accept the punishments. She is apparently truly sorry for arousing my anger. We shall see how she behaves in the future. My hand however turned red and hurt like hell, so much for spanking with my hands.
SESSION 4
I ordered her to strip and she slowly obeyed. I strapped her wrists together and tied then to the rope and pulled them up towards the ceiling and secured the rope.
She hung there, no blindfold, no gag. In preparation I had inserted earplugs into my own ears. I had decided to just let her yell! My first blow landed on her left breast. I directed more blows to her body and put energy into every stroke of the strap. She was soon dancing and screaming since I had not secured her feet or used a gag. I kept whipping her writhing body, directing lashes to her ass, back and thighs. After about 10 minutes of whipping, my arm grew tired and I put the strap down. I felt emotionally drained. Sally’s body as usual by now was covered with sweat. I had decided in the beginning to always be careful not to break the skin or to bruise her. She just hung from the ropes crying. I told her that her training would involve much more bondage, humiliation, and punishment and that I was the one who decided when and how much. I released the nude girl and carried her to the couch and held her while she cried herself to sleep.
SESSION 5
I continued the training of my ward, Sally. The day after our last session she was subdued and polite. At dinner the next day, I explained what I was doing, and why I was doing it. She seemed to understand but was reluctant to talk about it.
Just now I took her hand and lead her into my study and locked the door. I warned her that if she persisted in her unacceptable behavior, I would increase the time that she would have to spend being gagged and bound and that I would punish her for all her transgressions. I would inform her at the beginning of each session what punishment she has merited for her sins since the last session.
I ordered her to strip and she did. I had previously cleaned off a library table and moved it to the center of my study. I now asked her to lie on it face down. I then put her wrists in cuffs and secure each to a table leg. I then put her ankles in cuffs and tied them to the table legs. This stretched her legs apart and exposed a beautiful little cunt and ass.
I felt myself getting aroused as I took the strap and whipped her writhing body. She was soon screaming. After about five minutes I stopped to let her rest. I released her bonds enough to roll her over on to her back and again place her in restraints.
I stepped back and looked at this beautiful young thing strapped securely face up o the table. I looked at those beautiful breasts, quivering with each breath. I took out some fishing line and cut off some short lengths. I made a good fisherman’s knot and slipped it over her fully erect nipple. The fishing line, when tightened, closed down on her tender flesh. I pulled it tight and saw that Sally was shaking with the pain. My panting young ward started screaming again. She got so noisy that I had to jam the ball gag into her mouth. It was easier to work in the sudden quiet. I tied her other nipple in the same way. Amazing what a little bit of strategically placed fishing line could do. Sally squirmed as the line bite into her tender flesh. Finally she just laid there, her eyes partially closed, gagged and breathing heavily through her nose. Her body shook with occasional spasms. She was completely flushed and humiliated.
She hated the blindfold, but I had to use it because I don’t want her to see how aroused I got. When she saw the blindfold, she shook her head wildly straining to avoid it. I tied the blindfold over her eyes. Without further ado, I took a thin leather strap and swung it down on her upper legs. I noticed her thighs were becoming very red. She was in very obvious pain. I then begin gently slapping THE END
Let me tell you about my problem that began a few years back. The problem was my 16-year-old stepdaughter. She was a little less than 5’ tall, weighed around 85 lbs., and was slim with long black hair. Before the accident she was a sweet, pleasant child. Now due to psychological and physical injures caused by an automobile accident in which her mother was killed, she has undergone a complete personality change. She became the most unpleasant human being I have ever known and almost unbearable to live with. She had all the social skills of a spoiled six-year-old child. She was nasty, angry and completely uncooperative. She spent about 18 hours a day in front of the TV and had a screaming fit if I suggest she do anything else. Every time I displeased her, she ducked her head and came at me scratching and screaming. The shrinks said she needed love and acceptance. How can you show love and acceptance to someone like that? She had placed me in a ‘Catch 22’ situation in that I had too much money for the state to pay to have her institutionalized but not enough to pay for it myself. Although I was married to her mother for less than a year, I was her nearest relative and as far as the court was concerned I was her guardian and she was all my responsibility.
Let me explain how all this came about. My first wife, Doris who was a realtor, found a really great old Victorian style house at a reasonable price. We bought it and began a renovation doing most of the work ourselves. It was a real labor of love. As we were nearing completion, Doris began to tire very quickly. A medical checkup showed cancer, which was too far along to do much about. I added a bathroom to a large downstairs room and tried to take care of her at home. After a while, I needed help and a social worker at the hospital found what seemed a perfect match. An unemployed nurse, who had just lost her apartment, she was a single mom with a 15-year-old daughter. They moved in and we made my wife’s last days as comfortable as we could. After Doris died it just seemed natural for Ellen to stay on and after a while we became lovers. Just six months after Doris died we were married and although there was no wild passion, we seemed to be a good match. Her daughter, Sally, seemed to accept me and did well in school. Several months ago Ellen and Sally went out to go shopping and were hit broadside by an uninsured drunk driver. Ellen was killed instantly and Sally was in intensive care for almost a month. Psychologically she never recovered and she became my problem. When she came home from the hospital, I put her in the room I had prepared for Doris when she became ill. It is a room with it’s own bathroom. I can lock her in, which I frequently do when I have to go out. I am a computer software specialist, and I work at home so she is in the same house with me 24 hours a day.
The public schools put up with her for less than a month before they sent her home for good saying she needed more than their services could provide.
In desperation, I have made a plan to try to solve the problem. Although she usually refuses have anything to do with me, when confronted and threatened with bodily harm, she generally sullenly resigns herself to going along with my wishes. I have decided to try a program of extreme discipline. After a few months of this 'training' I hope she will become submissive and obedient enough so that I can at least bear to have her in my house and maybe even go out to public places. Although I know that this ‘training’ is going to be completely illegal, I am desperate enough to take the chance. My only other option is murder and of course that is even more illegal.
SESSION 1
Today, I started the training of my stepdaughter, Sally. In preparation I had installed special equipment and made certain changes in my study for the ‘training.’ I led her into my study. I opened my desk drawer and took out two soft padded wrist restraints. In a few short moments Sally had her hands fastened in front of her.
I shoved her to a rope hanging from a pulley attached to the ceiling and tied the rope to the padded straps and pulled her wrists up and secured the rope to a tie down on a nearby wall. The look in her face expressed a look of bewilderment and fear. I tied a blindfold over her eyes. She struggled to avoid it but without effect and screamed at the top of her voice. I then picked up a pair of heavy scissors and began cutting away her blouse. When she realized what I was doing she began to scream even louder and thrash about. I switched the scissors for a heavy leather strap and after several heavy swats across her ass she was convinced to hold still and be quite. I now cut all her clothing away.
This is the first time I have ever seen my stepdaughter naked. She had a tiny but beautiful body. She had a pair of small but perfectly formed breasts, a very shapely narrow ass and long, slim legs. I have never looked at her as a sexual object before but I now realized that I have an erection.
I sat at my desk and quietly observed her for several minutes. She first tested her bonds, then panicked and gyrated wildly for a few minutes, then quieted down then cried softly.
I pulled a chair up in front of her and sat down. I went to great pains to explain what I was doing and why, all the while reassuring her that I loved her and that if she went along with this she would gain love and acceptance. But willingly or NOT she was going through the training. I told her that her training would involve bondage, humiliation, and punishment.
I pushed the chair aside and picked up a two-inch wide leather strap about two feet long. My first blow landed on her ass. The sudden shock of pain quickly brought her to life. She started screaming again, so with difficulty I shoved a ball gag into her mouth. She struggled, but I finally forced her mouth open and shoved the gag deep until her mouth was too filled to scream.
Her pain and agony intensified as I directed more blows to her body. She was soon crying but the gag frustrated her attempts to scream.
I whipped her writhing body, sometimes directing a lash to her ass, back or thighs. I even walked around her and whipped her stomach and reddening cunt with the strap a few times. This provoked an even greater response, as the blows fell on her still hairless pussy.
After a few minutes, I put the strap down. I felt drained.
I felt the bulge growing in my pants at the sight of my young ward. And it surprised me that I was enjoying it. Maybe the enjoyment came from a feeling of revenge for all the agony she had put me through during the past months or maybe I had discovered a dark side of myself that I was unaware of.
By the time I finished, Sally’s body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat. I released the bonds that held her. Sally was so weak that she couldn't stand on her own. I carried her to her bed where I sat with her till she had cried herself to sleep.
The only difference in her behavior for the next few days was that she was somewhat subdued and she avoided me when possible.
SESSION 2
A week later I took her into my study and ordered her to strip. She just looked at me and did nothing. "Immediately!” I yelled. Her hands trembled as they fumbled with the buttons on her blouse. One by one, the buttons were undone and the blouse was finally removed to reveal a white bra. She fumbled several times before she was able to undo the zipper to her jeans. She lost her balance as she tried to pull them down but I caught her. Finally the jeans join the rest of her clothing on the floor. Clad now only in her white undergarments, she looked pleadingly at me hoping that she could stay as she is. "Please remove ALL of your clothing.” I told her. Her eyes closed as she reached behind her to unfasten her bra. She was trembling and it took her a couple of tries to finally undo the hooks. She had a distinct tan line showing the lines of the one-piece bathing suit she wore last summer and her small breasts were white against the light tan of her body. The brown nipples were hard and sticking out from her body. She hesitated for a moment with her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and then, as though coming to a decision, she awkwardly pulled them off and hid her pussy with her hands. "Thank you.” I said, "Now please clasp your hands behind your head."
She was completely naked. I was again impressed with how attractive she is. She blushed as she obeyed my request. She was deliberately avoiding looking at me. I had her stand like that for a moment or two and watched her blush travel down to the level of her breasts as she waited, quivering, for whatever comes next. I had her put her hands back down. I took the two padded wrist restraints and fastened her hands in front of her.
I moved her to the pulley attached to the ceiling and tied the rope to the padded straps and pulled them up towards the ceiling by the pulley and secured the rope. I again tied a blindfold over her eyes, which she struggled to avoid.
Once more, I explained to her what I was doing, and why I was doing it. I again told her that this is for her own good. I explained that I loved her. But willingly or NOT she was going through the training. She started to argue so I shoved the ball gag into her mouth.
I took the strap and whipped her writhing body, sometimes directing a lash to her ass, back or thighs. She was soon screaming against the gag. I struck again and again. I continued to whip her writhing body for several minutes, directing the lash to her ass, back, thighs, stomach and cunt.
Again, I whipped her until I felt completely exhausted.
By the time I finished, Sally’s body was again covered in sweat. I released the bonds that held her and she fell to the floor. I carried her to her bed where I again sat by her till she had cried herself to sleep. I felt that tenderness and acceptance after each session is important in her training.
Unplanned SESSION 3.
A few days after the last session I asked her to wash the dinner dishes (She did this before the accident.) When I insisted, she ran to her room. I explained to her that I could NOT let her sins wait until her next training session and I was going to discipline her right then and now. I ordered her to remove her shorts and panties. I informed her that I had decided she merited 20 spanks on her ass for her behavior and then proceeded to lay her on her stomach on her bed. Then I gave her twenty hard smacks on her ass cheeks with my hand pausing in between strokes, which I counted off. At about the tenth stroke she started to sob and then cry and then quickly dried her tears but on the twentieth stroke she gave out with a short high pitched "OOOOOOH" gasp of pain. I told her that I had done it for her own good. She seemed for now to have accepted the fact that I will punish her and is willing, on the surface at least, to accept the punishments. She is apparently truly sorry for arousing my anger. We shall see how she behaves in the future. My hand however turned red and hurt like hell, so much for spanking with my hands.
SESSION 4
I ordered her to strip and she slowly obeyed. I strapped her wrists together and tied then to the rope and pulled them up towards the ceiling and secured the rope.
She hung there, no blindfold, no gag. In preparation I had inserted earplugs into my own ears. I had decided to just let her yell! My first blow landed on her left breast. I directed more blows to her body and put energy into every stroke of the strap. She was soon dancing and screaming since I had not secured her feet or used a gag. I kept whipping her writhing body, directing lashes to her ass, back and thighs. After about 10 minutes of whipping, my arm grew tired and I put the strap down. I felt emotionally drained. Sally’s body as usual by now was covered with sweat. I had decided in the beginning to always be careful not to break the skin or to bruise her. She just hung from the ropes crying. I told her that her training would involve much more bondage, humiliation, and punishment and that I was the one who decided when and how much. I released the nude girl and carried her to the couch and held her while she cried herself to sleep.
SESSION 5
I continued the training of my ward, Sally. The day after our last session she was subdued and polite. At dinner the next day, I explained what I was doing, and why I was doing it. She seemed to understand but was reluctant to talk about it.
Just now I took her hand and lead her into my study and locked the door. I warned her that if she persisted in her unacceptable behavior, I would increase the time that she would have to spend being gagged and bound and that I would punish her for all her transgressions. I would inform her at the beginning of each session what punishment she has merited for her sins since the last session.
I ordered her to strip and she did. I had previously cleaned off a library table and moved it to the center of my study. I now asked her to lie on it face down. I then put her wrists in cuffs and secure each to a table leg. I then put her ankles in cuffs and tied them to the table legs. This stretched her legs apart and exposed a beautiful little cunt and ass.
I felt myself getting aroused as I took the strap and whipped her writhing body. She was soon screaming. After about five minutes I stopped to let her rest. I released her bonds enough to roll her over on to her back and again place her in restraints.
I stepped back and looked at this beautiful young thing strapped securely face up o the table. I looked at those beautiful breasts, quivering with each breath. I took out some fishing line and cut off some short lengths. I made a good fisherman’s knot and slipped it over her fully erect nipple. The fishing line, when tightened, closed down on her tender flesh. I pulled it tight and saw that Sally was shaking with the pain. My panting young ward started screaming again. She got so noisy that I had to jam the ball gag into her mouth. It was easier to work in the sudden quiet. I tied her other nipple in the same way. Amazing what a little bit of strategically placed fishing line could do. Sally squirmed as the line bite into her tender flesh. Finally she just laid there, her eyes partially closed, gagged and breathing heavily through her nose. Her body shook with occasional spasms. She was completely flushed and humiliated.
She hated the blindfold, but I had to use it because I don’t want her to see how aroused I got. When she saw the blindfold, she shook her head wildly straining to avoid it. I tied the blindfold over her eyes. Without further ado, I took a thin leather strap and swung it down on her upper legs. I noticed her thighs were becoming very red. She was in very obvious pain. I then begin gently slapping THE END
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