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The Kendalls' special girl was crouched on their bed, her face buried in her hands, which did nothing to hide her sniffling. The paddle was balanced across that pert, rounded bottom, freshly reddened and smarting.
Grace and Greer Kendall exchanged smiling, pleased glances. Their live-in girl was too delightful for words. Hannah was really quite well-behaved for them these days, and these weekly maintenance spankings were, they felt, instrumental in maintaining her as their disciplined, obedient, and docile little toy. Regular spankings were part of Hannah's life now, providing her with a consistent reminder of her place.
A month ago, Grace had caught her reading Greer's discarded newspaper. That infraction resulted in very serious consequences for their special girl. She was spanked soundly every night before bedtime for a week, swaddled in diapers 24/7, and strapped into a harness that restricted her to crawling or scooting around on her diapered bottom. Grace even made Hannah wear a very silly bonnet and bib, which caught most of the drool caused by having a pacifier-gag in her mouth. They fed her from bottles and spooned mashed up food into her mouth when she was bound to her special chair, the one that didn't let her feet reach the floor. Grace and Greer made a point of talking about Hannah and when they actually addressed her, they did so using only infantilizing speech. The patronizing baby talk they used when speaking to Hannah, who was kept quiet by her paci-gag, always brought their girl to frustrated, hopeless tears.
By the end of the week, the Kendalls felt they had corrected Hannah's breach in behavior. Newspapers were for the grown-ups like Grace and Greer — not suitable reading material for their special girl.
Since then, Hannah had been perfectly compliant. They were very pleased with her transformation. When they addressed her, Hannah answered them respectfully, using simple, direct sentences and plain words. The polished vocabulary and sophisticated articulation was a thing of the past. Instead of attending college classes like all her peers were doing, Hannah was reading board books and filling out coloring books.
Grace checked the time and nodded. Hannah's ten minutes of reflection were up, so Greer retrieved the paddle and set it aside.
"That's time, Hannah," he said approvingly. "You're such a good girl."
He turned her onto her back and slowly drew each of Hannah's legs up. Pushing down his sweats, he took himself in hand and drew the head of his cock up Hannah's slit.
"Daddy's going to use you now, Hannah," he said, his voice hoarse with excitement. "Would you like that?"
"Oh yes," Hannah agreed. "Yes, please, Daddy."
Her face, still tear-stained, flushed as Greer penetrated her. Grace came to sit on the bed beside her head, brushing Hannah's hair out of her eyes. She brushed her thumb over the girl's lips and smiled as Hannah obediently opened her mouth and began to suck.
"Make sure your pussy squeezes Daddy's cock," Grace said throatily.
"Yesh, Mommy," Hannah said, her face frowning in concentration.
Greer's body tensed from the pleasure of sliding inside her tight, wet cunt. "Yeah, just like that, baby. Grip me just like that."
"Don't come, Hannah," Grace reminded their special girl. "You feel better when you don't come. We can tell the difference. But if you're really good, maybe we can give you a good ruin tomorrow, okay?"
The devastated look in Hannah's eyes was simply divine.
"Hold back, hold back, don't come, don't come," Grace coached, as Greer fucked their special girl harder, harder.
He came inside their chastised, squirming girl. Then they sealed her up inside her diaper and tucked her into bed between them. The sounds of her whimpering as they played with her tits to fall asleep was heavenly.
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The Kendalls' special girl was crouched on their bed, her face buried in her hands, which did nothing to hide her sniffling. The paddle was balanced across that pert, rounded bottom, freshly reddened and smarting.
Grace and Greer Kendall exchanged smiling, pleased glances. Their live-in girl was too delightful for words. Hannah was really quite well-behaved for them these days, and these weekly maintenance spankings were, they felt, instrumental in maintaining her as their disciplined, obedient, and docile little toy. Regular spankings were part of Hannah's life now, providing her with a consistent reminder of her place.
A month ago, Grace had caught her reading Greer's discarded newspaper. That infraction resulted in very serious consequences for their special girl. She was spanked soundly every night before bedtime for a week, swaddled in diapers 24/7, and strapped into a harness that restricted her to crawling or scooting around on her diapered bottom. Grace even made Hannah wear a very silly bonnet and bib, which caught most of the drool caused by having a pacifier-gag in her mouth. They fed her from bottles and spooned mashed up food into her mouth when she was bound to her special chair, the one that didn't let her feet reach the floor. Grace and Greer made a point of talking about Hannah and when they actually addressed her, they did so using only infantilizing speech. The patronizing baby talk they used when speaking to Hannah, who was kept quiet by her paci-gag, always brought their girl to frustrated, hopeless tears.
By the end of the week, the Kendalls felt they had corrected Hannah's breach in behavior. Newspapers were for the grown-ups like Grace and Greer — not suitable reading material for their special girl.
Since then, Hannah had been perfectly compliant. They were very pleased with her transformation. When they addressed her, Hannah answered them respectfully, using simple, direct sentences and plain words. The polished vocabulary and sophisticated articulation was a thing of the past. Instead of attending college classes like all her peers were doing, Hannah was reading board books and filling out coloring books.
Grace checked the time and nodded. Hannah's ten minutes of reflection were up, so Greer retrieved the paddle and set it aside.
"That's time, Hannah," he said approvingly. "You're such a good girl."
He turned her onto her back and slowly drew each of Hannah's legs up. Pushing down his sweats, he took himself in hand and drew the head of his cock up Hannah's slit.
"Daddy's going to use you now, Hannah," he said, his voice hoarse with excitement. "Would you like that?"
"Oh yes," Hannah agreed. "Yes, please, Daddy."
Her face, still tear-stained, flushed as Greer penetrated her. Grace came to sit on the bed beside her head, brushing Hannah's hair out of her eyes. She brushed her thumb over the girl's lips and smiled as Hannah obediently opened her mouth and began to suck.
"Make sure your pussy squeezes Daddy's cock," Grace said throatily.
"Yesh, Mommy," Hannah said, her face frowning in concentration.
Greer's body tensed from the pleasure of sliding inside her tight, wet cunt. "Yeah, just like that, baby. Grip me just like that."
"Don't come, Hannah," Grace reminded their special girl. "You feel better when you don't come. We can tell the difference. But if you're really good, maybe we can give you a good ruin tomorrow, okay?"
The devastated look in Hannah's eyes was simply divine.
"Hold back, hold back, don't come, don't come," Grace coached, as Greer fucked their special girl harder, harder.
He came inside their chastised, squirming girl. Then they sealed her up inside her diaper and tucked her into bed between them. The sounds of her whimpering as they played with her tits to fall asleep was heavenly.