Date: Tue, 6 Nov 2012 15:11:18 -0800 (PST)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Taming of Brenda, lesbian/authroritsrian, oral, anal, g/F

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
girl and older woman.  If this type of content offends
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Taming of Brenda
By
Jan

	My mother's name was Jill, and my stepfather's
name was Tony.  I never knew who my biological
father was.  They were both drug addicts and drank
like fish.  I was normally ignored until they wanted
something from me.

	When mother was in a comatose state, Tony
would take advantage of the situation to make me
perform for him.  He would have me dance for him in
the nude.  As far as I can remember it started when
I was six.  He liked to put a leather dog leash around
my neck.  If I balked or didn't do as he wished he
would whip my naked butt with the leash.  Tony was
free to do whatever he wished with me.  He didn't get
around to actually penetrating my vagina with his
cock, but he did just about everything short of that.
This went on for a couple of years.  My life changed
suddenly when the two of them drove their car into a
building at high speed, killing both of them almost
instantly.

	I was made a ward of the state, and that began
my being shuffled around one foster home after
another.  I was accused of having behavioral
problems.  In fact I resisted sexual abuse at the
hands of both men and women, and even some of the
other children.  Of course because I resisted I was
the one accused of being a liar.

	When I was 10-years-old the beloved Child
Welfare took me to Miss Addie, a tall, kind'a heavy
blonde with long hair.  As soon as the welfare people
left me in her care, she told me to get upstairs to
take a bath.  She added that she would be up to see
if I was clean.

	I stood there defiantly without moving.

	She grabbed me by the arm and dragged me up
the stairs.  She sat on the toilet lid while she held
both of my arms and told me that the reports said I
was a problem child, and she said they sent all brats
to her, because she could straighten them out.  She
told me that I would not strip myself, that she would
do it for me.

	She did as she promised, and stripped all of my
clothes off of me, before demanding that I get into
the tub.  She filled the tub with sudsy warm water.  I
grabbed a wash cloth to wash myself, but she
grabbed it out of my hand, telling me that she did not
tell me to wash myself.  She pulled me over the rim of
the tub, and gave me a good hand spanking, before
sitting me down in the tub.  She began washing me,
but when she reached my privates, I flinched.  I tried
to close my legs, which earned me a swat on the
inside of my legs.  She told me not to move or else.

	Needless to say I moved again, earning me a trip
back over the rim of the tub, with my head on the
floor.  When I looked up I saw a big wooden hair
brush in her hand.  (She still uses that brush on me to
this day when she thinks I need it.)  She spanked me
until I peed myself.

	She drained the water, and refilling the tub.
She continued to wash me, with the command, "No
moving this time!"

	After the bath she dressed me in pajamas more
befitting a little girl.  She put my hair in piggy tails.
Then she took me downstairs for dinner.  She actually
treated me better than any of the foster homes.
Any show of rebellion brought swift retribution.

	She insisted that I sleep in her bed.  She
cradled me in her arms like I was a child, and rubbed
my pussy through the nightgown until I fell asleep.
In her way she was courting me.  I learned that she
could be unbelievably sweet as long as I complied with
her wishes.  There were times when I deliberately
misbehaved just so that she would pull my panties
down and warm my ass.  When I was draped over her
thigh and she was spanking me.  My vulva would be
protruding between my thighs, and her hand would
slap my pussy sending sexy feeling through my pussy.

	It didn't take her long to figure out that I
enjoyed being spanked.  She started sticking her
fingers into my cunt.  There I would be draped over
her thigh with her fingers up my pussy, finger fucking
me until I would be moaning all over the place.  When
she was finished, and she would pull me back up on my
feet, her thigh would be covered with my slimy cum.

	When she wanted me to suck her cunt, I would
sometimes resist, so that she would take hold of my
braids and pull my head tightly against her cunt.  I
began to love the taste of her cunt.  She was such a
wicked butch dyke that I knew just how far to push
her buttons to get her to treat me the way I wanted.
If I went too far she would punish me well beyond
pleasure.  I would be one sore little bitch after that.

	When I turned 18 I was no longer a ward of the
State, but I couldn't just leave Miss Addie.  To this
day she comes by regularly to take full control of me.
She always gives me a list to do.  If I hadn't finished
them she would punish me.  She still gets the problem
girls, and she brings them with her to have them
watch her disciplining me.  I always get the pleasure
of sucking Miss Addie's pussy, licking her ass.  The
new girls also have to eat my pussy and asshole.



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