Punished Teenagers Naughty Young Girls
by Anonymous
(CB-150)


GENERAL INTRODUCTION 

Over the years and years of human existence, it was generally assumed that 
pain and pleasure were opposites, two separate poles which would never come 
together. But through all those years many people have discovered that, 
rather than being totally opposing forces, pain and pleasure are very 
closely linked. 

Take, for example, the thrill and excitement of the crowds in the Coliseum 
of ancient 

Rome as they watched gladiators battle to the death, or saw lions devour 
helpless Christians. Or take the Marquis de Sade of Eighteenth Century 
France, the man who took the idea of mixing pleasure with pain and turned it 
into an art. This is where sadism-the derivation of sexual satisfaction 
gained through inflicting pain upon another-received its name. The corollary 
of sadism, masochism, is used to describe someone who gets their sexual 
satisfaction from receiving painful treatment. That is, someone who enjoys 
getting hurt. 

Even in today's civilization, millions of Americans not only watch, but 
participate in a ritual which involves a great deal of sadism and 
masochism-the game of football, the main purpose of which is to inflict 
damage on the opponent. 

Of course, by no means is such enjoyment in any was sick, or symptomatic of 
any illness. Quite the contrary. In some way, each and every one of us has a 
little bit of both the sadist and the masochist in him. These are basic, 
primitive urges that must find some form of release. 

Football, of course, is only one form of release which can serve as an 
outlet for these pain and pleasure tendencies. Many people, however, prefer 
sports of the indoor variety (i.e.; those that take place in the bedroom). 

It is not at all unusual, nor is it in any way perverted, for a perfectly 
happy, normal married couple to resort to such games as spanking, bondage 
and discipline to add some spice to their normal sexual routine. Indeed, I 
know of many instances in which a failing marriage has been saved by the 
introduction of such practices. 

However, there is one area in which the mixture of pleasure and pain can 
have certain undesirable repercussions. I am referring to the teenage girl. 

I have been studying the psyche of young, growing women for some time, and I 
feel that I speak with some authority when I say in the greatest number of 
instances most teenage girls are emotionally unequipped to handle the 
introduction of pain into their initial sexual experiences. 

Most people tend to think of puberty, which in a girl ranges anywhere from 
when she is ten to when she is eighteen, as a time merely of physical 
developement. Indeed, it is a time when a young girls breasts do begin to 
grow and her body begins to take on the curves of womanhood. She begins to. 
menstruate sometime in this period, and she gains the ability to feel sexual 
excitement in her clitoris and in her vagina. 

But these are only physical changes, and a young girl in puberty undergoes 
far more than mere bodily metamorphosis. For the physical changes that occur 
also result in a state of mental and emotional instability. The pubescent 
teen finds that she is no longer a little girl, and must learn to cope with 
the emergence of the woman that she will one day be. 

The larger breasts, the curved hips, the new genital sensations that a young 
girl finds herself becoming endowed with force her to change into what is, 
for all intents and purposes, a completely new and different personality. 
Suddenly she finds that she is attracted to members of the opposite sex, for 
reasons which she at first is not at all sure of. Her mind struggles to 
understand and to adapt to the new world of adulthood. She is in a state of 
flux. It is a time when most of her ideas and habits concerning the world 
will be ultimately forged. Thus, by definition, it is a period when the 
young girl is highly impressionable and open to suggestion. 

This is why I say that introducing a young girl to painful sexual experience 
is something that can have results far exceeding those desired or expected. 
For although there is nothing in itself wrong with bondage and discipline, 
it is something that should only be handled by an adult, rational mind. 

In the course of the last year, I have done a study of young girls who, in 
the years of their sexual development, were introduced by older men and 
women to the world of pain. In most cases the introduction takes place 
innocently enough. But in others, I find the motives of the person or 
persons doing the introducing to be, to say the least, insidious, having an 
effect on the young girls that could possibly damage their sexual 
functioning in future years. 

Here are a few examples of what some of my teenage patients had to say. 

Suzy S., age fifteen: "We were, you know, what everyone calls 'parked.' We 
were making out in the back seat of his car, and he was feeling me up and 
pushing his finger into my pussy. But then he wanted to ball me, and I told 
him not to. That got him real mad. He said that I was being a bad girl, and 
that he was going to punish me!" 

Janet Q., age sixteen: "I got home late from a date one night. I'd been out 
fucking my boyfriend, over at his apartment, and I was real tired, so I told 
him to leave me along. 'No daughter of mine is going to speak like that to 
me!' he yelled. Then he pulled off his belt and started to whip me with it." 

Leslie J., age fourteen: "He got home on leave from the army. I was so glad 
to see him at first, but then I realized that somehow he'd changed. Oh, 
Doctor, you should have seen the look in his eyes when he tied me up! 'This 
is how we do it in Nam!' he told me." 

Debbie D., age fourteen: "I mean, they actually hid a tape-recorder under my 
bed! And when they heard the tapes, and found out that I'd been going around 
with Tim, they got real angry. He held me down while she spanked me. Then 
they tied me in their bed, and she started to eat my pussy while he made me 
suck his cock!" 

Bridget O., age thirteen: "Whenever you get called into Mr. Woods's 
office-he's the principal, you know-it never means something good. And I was 
even more scared because I knew what he wanted to see me about. Then he took 
out the paddle and made me pull down my jeans and kneel on the floor with my 
bare ass in the air!" 

Angela C, age twelve: "He told me that I was the brattiest kid he'd ever 
met. 'Well, since your parents are gone all weekend, I think it's up to me 
to punish you for being so naughty!" he said. Then he carried me up to my 
room. I tried to fight him but it was no use." 

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CASE HISTORY ONE 

SUBJECT: Jenny AGE: Twelve 

INTERVIEW ONE 

When Jenny first walked into my office, before she had spoken a word, I 
found it hard to believe that the young girl could have any problem so 
serious as to require the need of an analyst. There was a bright, cheery, 
well-scrubbed look about her that seemed to radiate health and happiness. 
Her long, blonde hair was braided on each side, and the braids fell down 
below her shoulders. Jenny was wearing a cute print dress that did justice 
to her nubile figure and just covered the top part of her thighs. Long white 
knee socks fitted her young, but well-shaped legs perfectly. All in all, she 
appeared to be a normal, healthy adolescent girl. 

But, in my long years in dealing with young people's mental disorders, I 
have learned not to judge a book by its cover. Such was the case with Jenny. 
In our first conversation, I found that her outward demeanor was only a 
facade, masking a rather confused young girl. For Jenny had a problem that 
required immediate attention. 

Before I began the serious part of our discussion, I asked Jenny to provide 
me with some background information. She told me that she lived in one of 
the rather fashionable parts of the city, and that her father made enough 
money to buy her a new wardrobe whenever she required one, and that every 
summer they were able to rent a cabin along in a fairly expensive lakeside 
resort. Thus, I concluded that, whatever her problem was, it did not stem 
from monetary deprivation, as was so often the case in such matters. I also 
found out that her mother and father, a couple still in their thirties, were 
happily married, and that she had a younger brother and sister who were 
perfectly well-adjusted. So, family discord was also ruled out as an 
underlying cause. 

I then asked her about herself. She said she had many friends, and, up until 
recently, that she had been doing very well academically in her junior high 
school, up until recently being a few months ago. 

I asked her what had caused the drop in grades, and it was then that I found 
out what the young twelve-year-old's problem was. 

"Well, Doctor, I guess my trouble all started about six months ago. You 
know, I used to be a pretty good student. Not that it came easily to me, 
though. Uh-uh, I have to work at it. I used to come right home from school 
and finish all my homework before I'd go out and play with my girlfriends. 
Then I'd come home for dinner, and I'd study another hour in the evening 
before I watched TV. Actually, my parents made me do it. They're pretty 
strict when it comes to school. When my grades started to fall off, they got 
real upset. I guess-that's why they sent me to you. 

I hope you can help me. 

Anyway, in between times I was studying, I'd go over to Lisa's house-she's 
my best friend-and Patty and Josie, two of my other friends, would be over 
there, and we'd do stuff together. Sometimes we'd go swimming in her pool, 
if it was warm enough out, and other times we'd sew clothes, or watch TV. 
Sometimes we even played with Lisa's Barbie dolls, but, gosh, we were 
getting a little old for that kind of stuff. 

But then one day, the four of us were lying around up in Lisa's room just 
talking and listening to records, when Patty brought up the subject of guys. 
She told us that when she went to the movies the Saturday before, that she'd 
met this real cute guy who was eighteen. He was a senior in high school! 
Anyway, she said, they went back to the darkest part of the balcony and sat 
down. 

At first, she told us, they just held hands. Up to then, that was all any of 
us had done with a guy. 

But then he put his arm around her, and before she knew it, he was kissing 
her. She said it was really neat, kissing such a cute guy. She said it sent 
shivers up and down her, and made her feel all tingly. 

And then the guy put his tongue in Patty's mouth. She didn't know what to 
do, so the guy stopped kissing her and told her that she should kiss him 
back with her tongue, kind of wrestle his tongue with hers. 

Well, she did, and she said it was terrific. 

They kissed each other for a long time like that, and then the guy put his 
hand, well, you know, Doctor, on her titty. Wow, she said, that was really 
something else. 

Well, they kissed like that through the whole movie. Patty said she started 
feeling, well, all itchy and stuff, and warm, and tingly. She said that the 
guy squeezed her nipple, and it didn't hurt at all, but felt neat. 

Anyway, Patty liked the guy so much that she asked if he would meet her 
there again. I guess he liked her a lot too-Patty's real pretty-so he told 
her he would. And he asked her if she had any friends, because he had some 
friends that he said would really like to meet girls like Patty. 

So Patty asked us if we wanted to go with her to the movies on Saturday. 
Lisa and Josie were all excited about it, and they said that they'd go for 
sure. 

But I wasn't sure I could go. I have my piano lessons on Saturday, and my 
mom never lets me miss it. But I wanted to go. It's funny. Up to then, I'd 
never really been interested in guys. But after what Patty told me, I really 
felt like I wanted to meet some. 

Well, I went home and asked my mom, but right away she said no. I was really 
disappointed. 

The next week, we were all over at Lisa's again. All the girls could talk 
about were the neat guys they'd met. Patty was with the same one, but there 
was one that Lisa met who played the electric guitar, and another one with 
Josie who looked like Peter Frampton. They told me that there was one other 
guy, who was real tall and good-looking, who would've been mine. 

I was really mad that I hadn't been able to go along. 

I asked them how they liked the movie, and they started giggling. 

"What movie?" Patty laughed. 

"We didn't see any movie!" Josie said. 

"What did you do?" I asked them, and they started giggling all over again. 

I was getting kind of mad, because they were all laughing, and I thought 
they were laughing at me. I started blushing. Well, I guess Lisa noticed 
that I was getting mad, so she started to tell me what they did. 

Well, it turned out that as soon as they met the guys, they all went back in 
the darkest part of the theater and the guys started to kiss them. Lisa and 
Josie told me that Patty was right. Kissing those cute guys made them feel 
really neat-kind of special. And when the guys put their hands on their 
boobs, and kind of felt them up, they got all tingly. 

Then Patty said that she did something that was even better. She let the guy 
put his hand down the front of her pants, and touch her between her legs. 
Wow, she said, that really felt extra special! She closed her eyes and 
licked her lips. Ummmm, she said, it felt really delicious. 

She told us that her pussy got all warm and wet. She said that she got so 
sticky down there, that when she got home she had to change her underwear! 

Gosh, Doctor, it sounded like they had a neat time, and I felt worse and 
worse about not going along. 

Then they said that they were all going out to meet the guys later on that 
night, and they asked me if I could go along. 

Boy, how I wanted to go! 

But I couldn't! I had to go home and finish my homework. 

Well, the next day, we were back over at Lisa's house, and the girls were 
just raving about what a fab time they had last night. They'd gone with 
their three boyfriends to a place where all the kids hang out-Jefferson 
Park-and most of the kids were older. They said that they felt really 
grown-up. 

Anyway, Paul, the guy who was with Patty, asked them if they'd even smoked 
grass before. You know, Doctor, marijuana. Well, none of them ever had-not 
yet, at least, so they all walked into the woods by the part and sat down 
under some trees. One of the guys took out a cigarette full of grass, and 
they all smoked it. Then, they smoked another one. 

"Wow," Lisa told me, "You gotta try some, Jenny. It's really dynamite!" 

After they smoked the grass, they started making out with the guys. They 
said that making out when you're on grass is just the grooviest thing going. 
It made them feel really strange and wonderful. And when the guys touched 
their boobs, it made them get all shivery. They felt their pussies getting 
all wet and warm. Real sticky. 

Well, Paul and Patty got up and went further into the woods. I asked her 
what they did back there. 

She just got all dreamy eyed and smiley. 

"Oh, Jenny, it was so beautiful! I'll never forget it!" she told me. She 
said they laid down on the grass, and Paul started kissing her. Then he put 
his hand down her pants and started putting his finger into her pussy. 

"Oh," Patty smiled, "it felt so groovy!" 

But when he started to pull Patty's zipper down, and pulled down her pants, 
she started to stop him. She knew what he wanted to do, and she kind of 
wanted to do it to, but something told her she shouldn't. Anyway, then Paul 
told her that he loved her, and wanted to go steady with her. 

After that, Patty was really glad to do anything the Paul wanted. She took 
off her pants, and Paul took off his too. When Patty saw. his thing-you 
know, Doctor, his penis-she couldn't believe it. She had never really seen 
one before, at least not one that was standing up like Paul's was. 

But it made her feel all shivery, and she could feel how wet she was in her 
pussy, so she let him put it in her. She said it didn't hurt at all, like 
our mothers had told us it would. 

I asked her if she liked it. 

"Well, Jenny," she said, "I'm going back there to meet him again tonight!" 

Well, after that, Lisa and Josie let their boyfriends do it with them too. 
Every night they'd go over to Jefferson Park, smoke some grass, and then go 
out into the woods to get it on. 

And every night I was sitting home, studying a bunch of dumb books! 

And then every afternoon, I'd go over to Lisa's house and listen to my 
friends tell me about the neat times they had the night before. 

They kept bugging me to go along with them, and I really wanted to, too. But 
what could I dot My parents were really strict about me going out. I had to 
stay home and study, or else! 

Finally, though, I just couldn't stand it anymore. I decided that I'd sneak 
out, and go over to Jefferson Park with my friends. Patty even called up 
Paul, and told him to bring an extra guy along for me to meet. 

Well, I hardly ate dinner that night, I was so excited! I went to my room 
and closed the door, and told my parents that I was going to study for a 
couple of hours. They usually leave me alone when I study, so I figured that 
everything would be all right. 

I climbed out of my window-my room is one the first floor-and I went over to 
Lisa's house, and the four of us all went over to the park. 

When we got there we met the four guys. A real tall fella came over to me 
and asked if I was Jenny. I told him I was, and he said that his name was 
Ed, and that I was even prettier then he'd been told I was. 

Wow! That really knocked me over! Here was this guy, really cute and tall, 
six years older than me, telling me that I was pretty! 

You can imagine how that made me feel! 

Wow! Like, I was in love with him right away! 

We went out into the woods and smoked some grass. Patty and the girls were 
right, it really made me feel super. Of course, sitting there with Ed's arm 
around me, I already felt pretty super. 

Then Ed kissed me. Gosh, Doctor, I can't even describe how good it felt! 
After hearing my friends talk about it for so long, I was finally getting to 
find out about it for myself. 

Well, we laid down, and he kissed me for a real long time. It felt so neat! 
I even let him touch my titties. I felt embarrassed because, well, you can 
see, they're not real big, not like Patty's are, but Ed told me that that 
was all right, that he liked nice, small tits. 

Then he put his hand down my jeans, and his finger diddled with my pussy. 
Gosh! Did that feel far-out! Ummmm, I can still remember how good it was! 

But I didn't let him put his thing into me. I don't know, I "guess I was 
scared. 

Well, he told me he'd meet me there again the next night, and I said sure, 
and I really wanted to. That first night with Ed was, up to then, at least, 
the best night of my life. 

But when I got home, I found out something that really scared me. 

When I tried to climb in my window, I found out that someone had locked it 
from the inside. That meant my parents knew I'd snuck out! Well, Doctor, I 
tried to sneak back in, real quietly, through the front door. 

But it didn't work! My dad was standing right there, waiting for me. Boy, 
did he look mad! 

"All right, young lady, where have you been?" he almost yelled at me. 

Gosh, I sure couldn't tell him the truth, could I? I mean, he would've 
killed me! 

So I told him that me and Patty and Lisa and Josie had all gone out for a 
hamburger and coke. Luckily, he believed me. 

But I wasn't going to get off that easy! 

"Well, Jennifer, you've been disobedient!" my dad said. "You're going to 
have to be punished!" 

. Well, I didn't know what he was going to do. I mean, up to then, I had 
hardly ever disobeyed my parents-nothing like tonight-and they'd never 
punished me, except by taking away my TV privileges for a week or so. 

But my dad grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into my room." 

At this point, I could see that Jenny's story was going to take a lot more 
time to tell, and, since her first session was almost over, I asked her if 
she could come back and see me the next day. ' 

She smiled her perky, young smile and said that would be fine, so I had my 
appointments secretary make one tomorrow for the young girl. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

The next day, Jennifer walked into my office and plopped herself down in her 
chair as if she were just visiting one of her friends. 

Once again, I was astounded by the prettiness and charm this twelve-year-old 
possessed. 

I reminded her of where she'd left off, and she took it from there. 

Well, Doctor, my dad took me into my room and closed the door. Like I told 
you yesterday, I didn't have the slightest idea of what he was going to do 
to me, so I was kind of scared. 

He sat down on my bed and looked at me sternly. 

"Young lady," he said to me, "Pull down your pants and lie down across my 
lap." 

Now I was really scared. I mean, if I pulled down my pants, I was scared 
he'd notice that my underwear was wet, from when Ed had been fingering my 
pussy. 

"Gosh, Dad, why?! " I asked him. 

"Because, young lady, I'm going to spank your bare bottom. That should teach 
you not to disobey your mother and I. It's something I probably should have 
done a long time ago!" 

So I pulled down my jeans, being really careful to pull down my underwear 
with them, so that he wouldn't notice how sticky they were. Then I laid down 
across his lap, with my bottom up. 

Boy, was I worried! I really though that this was going to hurt! I was 
almost crying before he even hit me! 

"This isn't easy for me to do, Jennifer," he told me. 

Then he gave me my first whack on the ass. 

Wow! I couldn't believe it! It hardly hurt at all! I don't know why. Maybe 
it was because he wasn't hitting me all that hard. Maybe it was because I 
was still feeling so neat from what I'd done with Ed earlier that night. 
Maybe it was the grass. 

Anyway, after the first three or four whacks he gave me, I realized that it 
wasn't going to hurt much at all. Oh, yeah, there was some stinging. I mean, 
when flesh hits flesh, even if it isn't too hard, it's bound to sting a 
little bit. But gosh, you know that, you're the doctor. 

Anyway, the thing that really surprised me was that it wasn't all that bad. 
In fact, I started to like the feel of my dad's hand on my bare butt. His 
hand was warm and kind of soft, and I liked the feeling of contact. 

It kind of reminded me of having Ed touch me. Oooh, Doctor, I really like 
feeling a man's skin touch mine. 

Well, my dad kept whacking me, but I noticed that each whack was getting 
softer and softer, until, well, it was more like he was just patting me. It 
started to feel real good! 

Then I noticed something else that really surprised me. You know, there I 
was lying in my dad's lap, with him spanking me, and my pussy was kind of 
resting right between his legs, kind of rubbing up against it as he was 
whacking me. 

Well, I could hardly believe it, but I suddenly felt a bulge under my pussy. 
Something hard was rubbing right into me, right in that tender spot above my 
hole. You must know what I mean, Doctor, it's a tiny little hard piece of 
skin, real tiny, and when anything rubs against it, or touches it, it just 
makes me feel really strange, really good and tingly. 

Anyway, I felt my dad's bulge press into my tiny thing as he was spanking 
me. Soon, I just forgot about him hitting me, because that hard bulge was 
making me feel so far-out! 

Every time he'd whack my bare butt, my pussy would rub right into that 
bulge, and I'd feel shivers and tingles all over. Wow! It was just 
delicious! It was just how I'd felt when Ed had had his hand in my pants! 

So, you know what I did! I just closed my eyes and made believe that it was 
Ed who was spanking me, and I pretended that my dad's bulge was Ed's thing 
when it got hard. I just imagined myself out in the woods with Ed, getting 
spanked by him. I made believe that Ed and I were out in the woods all 
alone, and that we didn't have, any clothes on, and that he was rubbing his 
thing up against my pussy while he was whacking my bare ass. 

Ooooh, Doctor, I was really starting to feel good! I could feel my dad's 
penis getting harder under his pants, and it was pressing and rubbing gently 
right into my pussy. Mmmmm! 

Then I started to feel my pussy getting all wet and sticky! I knew that it 
was going to rub up against my dad's pants, and make them all wet right 
where that bulge was! But I didn't care. It felt so neat! 

Then, wow, I can still remember what happened! My dad's hard penis started 
to move around in his pants. It was kind of jumping real fast, and pressing 
into my pussy. It bounced and bobbed, and rubbed right against that tiny 
piece of skin. 

Mmmmmm, it felt so great! I felt shivers and tingle just run all through me, 
like electricity or something. I could feel myself starting to shake and 
quiver. I just couldn't believe how wonderful it made me feel to get spanked 
by my dad while his hard penis was rubbing my pussy! 

Oooooh, I'd never felt like that before, ever! My whole body just felt like 
it was going to explode or something! I was just all filled up by those 
shivers! 

Oh, Ed, I thought to myself, oh, Ed, it feels so good for you to spank me, 
it feels so good for you to rub your penis against my pussy. 

Well, after a while, my dad's bulge stopped jumping, and it got small, and 
went away. 

When it stopped pressing into my pussy, the shivers started to go away, and 
I stopped shaking, but I still felt all hot and dizzy and just plain 
wonderful. 

"Ah, that will be all, young lady," my dad said to me, only he wasn't one 
bit mad anymore. "I hope you learned your lesson," he said. 

So I stood up, and I looked down at his crotch, and it was all wet. 

Wow, I thought, my pussy must have really gotten sticky. I really blushed, 
'cause I'd made him so wet. But he acted just as embarrassed as me! He 
didn't say anything. 

Well, the next night, I snuck out again to meet Ed at the park, like I told 
him I would. After the night before, when my dad had spanked me and rubbed 
his hard thing into me to make me feel so good, I was really looking forward 
to going out into the woods with Ed. 

Oh boy, I thought, if it could feel so good just thinking about Ed's hard 
penis rubbing into me, just think how it will feel with him really doing it! 

So Ed and I smoked some grass with his and my friends, and then I just 
grabbed his hand and led him off. into the woods. He was kind of surprised, 
but he didn't seem to mind one bit. 

We started to make out, and I guess Ed noticed right off what I had in mind, 
because he was really kissing me like he was in love with me, too. It only 
took him a few minutes to play with my titties, and then he stuck his hand 
into my jeans. Boy, was he surprised when he found out I didn't have on any 
underwear! 

Well, he played with my pussy for a while with his fingers, and it felt 
good, but it wasn't what I wanted. I wanted to feel his penis rubbing into 
me. 

So I reached over and ran my hand over the bulge in his pants. Mmmmmm, I 
thought, that feels nice and big, just like my father's! So I pulled down 
his zipper and grabbed his penis. It was long, and red. Stuff was dripping 
out of its tip, and I ran my hand up and down over it. Ed moaned, and told 
me that felt real good, so I asked him if it wouldn't feel better inside my 
pussy. 

Well, that's all it took, and soon he had my pants off, and he was sticking 
his big hard penis into me. Well, if felt good, real good. But I didn't get 
all shaky and tingly like I did the night before. I didn't know why at the 
time. I thought that feeling Ed's hard stick inside me would be the 
grooviest thing ever. But it wasn't. Something was missing. 

Well, Doctor, when I got home later that night, I found out what it was. 

Just like the other night, my dad was waiting for me. He took me into my 
room again, and said I was going to get spanked. 

So this time I took off all of my clothes, and I saw my dad looking at me 
real funny. I guess he couldn't believe the way my tits were growing, and 
how my body was rounding out. His little girl was growing up. 

And I also saw that there was already a bulge, even bigger than the one the 
night before, growing in my dad's pants. 

So I laid down right on top of it, and I made sure that my pussy was rubbing 
right into it. As he spanked me, I kept pressing against it. Mmmmmm, did it 
feel good! 

Boy, Doctor, that was some combination! On one side, my dad was spanking my 
ass, and on the other side, I was rubbing my wet pussy right into his penis! 

Well, after a while, I felt his penis start to jump against my pussy, and I 
rubbed into it real hard, and lifted my ass so he could hit it even better! 
Then, the feeling hit me again! Wow, it was wild! Mmmmmmm! It was so great, 
I almost fainted! 

But right then, my mom walked in, and when she saw me lying there, all naked 
in my dad's lap, she got furious! She told me to go to bed, and when she got 
my dad upstairs in their bedroom, even though they closed the doors, I could 
hear her bawling him out. 

Well, that was the last time he spanked me, even though I kept coming in 
late. 

Meanwhile, Ed and I kept on getting it on out in the woods. But it was never 
anything like I felt when I was getting spanked. Finally, I got desperate, 
and I asked Ed to spank me. But you know what he did? He just looked at me 
like I was crazy! 

Hey, that's funny. Maybe I am crazy! I mean, you are a psychiatrist and all. 

But I sure don't feel crazy. Anyway, after Ed did that, I got mad, so the 
next night, I found a new guy. His name was Dave, and he's a college 
student. He's a real man, and I really dig him! Well, the first night, we 
went out in the woods, and we started balling. It felt really good, only, 
well, I still wanted to be spanked. 

So, while he was balling me, I asked him if he could spank me too. And he 
said, sure, if that was what I was into, he'd be glad to! 

Wow! He's such a far out guy! I really dig him a lot! 

Well, Dave got up from between my legs, and he sat down, cross-legged. Then 
he had me lie down on my stomach, facing away from him, with my legs around 
his waist. It was just perfect! He shoved his big, hard penis right into my 
pussy, and also started spanking me right on my naked ass! Well, at first, 
he was hitting me too hard, and it stung, but when I asked him to hit me 
softer, he did. 

So I was laying down with his big penis sticking up into my pussy, and that 
felt real good, especially when I moved my hips around in circles, and up 
and down, so that his hard dick was sliding in and out of my hole. But what 
really felt good, what really made me feel just absolutely wild, was the 
feel of his hand coming down on my bare butt. 

He was spanking me while he was balling me, and it was crazy! I mean, I got 
all Shivery and shaky like never before! Wow! It was super! 

Anyway, Doctor, that's about all there is to tell. I've been sneaking over 
there just about every night instead of studying. I guess that's why my 
grades are falling. But I have to be honest with you. I dig the way Dave 
balls me and spanks me at the same time more than I like studying. 

I think my parents know what's going on. At least, I know that they don't 
like me going out like I do. But for some reason, my dad never says or does 
anything to me anymore. 

So what's going to happen to me, Doctor. I feel all right. I like what I do 
at night, an awful lot. I don't really care about my school work, I'm having 
such a good time! I'm not crazy, am I ? 

CONCLUSION 

I assured Jenny that, no, she was not crazy. But I also pointed out to her 
that she was a confused young girl, too young to be carrying on in the way 
she was. I told her that there would be plenty of time, when she was older 
and more mature, for sexual experimentation. I pointed out that, at her age, 
education was a very important thing. 

I suggested that she try to hold off for awhile on her sexual encounters, 
and I asked her if she could have her boyfriend, Dave, give me a call, at 
which time I would inform him that he may be seriously affecting a young, 
impressionable girl, and that he should cool it with her a bit, maybe find 
someone more his age. 

I also would get in touch with Jenny's parents. It seemed to me that family 
counseling was what was needed in this case, taking into account what had 
set off Jennifer's behavior. 

I was sure that, given the patient's young age, and the fact that she was 
reasonably normal and well-adjusted, it would not take long to have her back 
on the right track. 

CASE HISTORY TWO 

SUBJECT: Nancy D. AGE: Fifteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Nancy D. was a young girl who had been sent to me by a kind and 
understanding social worker. Several authorities had recommended that Nancy 
be put in a home for wayward girls, where they could keep her out of any 
more trouble. But the social worker felt that there was still hope for the 
youngster. She knew of my work, gave me a call to explain the situation and 
to persuade me to help. I agreed to give it a try. 

It seemed that young Nancy had had a very unhappy home life. Her father had 
left the house when she had been an infant, and it seemed as if her mother 
in some way had had an undesirable influence on her. In what way, I was not 
sure, but I intended to find out in the course of the interview. 

Whatever that undesirable influence had been, it had resulted in Nancy being 
arrested by a police woman on a morals charge. Young Nancy had been found in 
a sexual encounter with a ten-year-old girl at a movie theatre. 

When the social worker ushered her into my office, I found that Nancy did 
not at all fit my expectation of her. Rather than the mean-looking, rough, 
heavily made-up juvenile delinquent I had been expecting, Nancy appeared to 
be a sweet, innocent young girl. Her pale, pretty face, highlighted by two 
large, sad eyes, her small breasts, and the pink frock she wore made her 
look even younger than her fifteen years. Looks, however, can be deceiving. 
Nancy shed her innocent demeanor the very minute that the social worker 
left. 

"Look, shrink, I may as well tell you. This is a drag. That's how I feel, 
and if I get my way, which I always do, that's how you're going to feel too. 
I'm only here because I want to stay out of that jail they want to throw me 
in. Yeah, yeah, I know they call it a home. But a spade's a spade, and that 
mother-fucking place is a jail! 

And don't ask me about why I got arrested. I know that you already know, and 
I'm not going to talk about it. So I was making some little brat suck my 
twat. So what! I eat pussy, why shouldn't she! Little ten-year-old cunt! If 
she hadn't screamed, I wouldn't be in this mess! 

Let's see, don't tell me. I know, you want me to start at the beginning. 
Ain't that what you shrinks always say. Hah! For me, there never was any 
beginning. I've been getting screwed my whole life in one way or another. 
Look at how they're trying to screw me now! Just for having some little girl 
kiss my pussy. Big deal! 

You know what really pisses me off? That they sent me to a man shrink. I 
mean, if they had to sent me to some quack doctor, they could have at least 
chosen a woman doctor. Then maybe I could have gotten her to suck my cunt! 

But shit! What can I do with you? Why do I even have to put up with you? You 
know what, you want me to tell you something? 

I hate men. That's right. I hate them. All of them. Who the fuck needs them? 
The only good thing they can do is run out on you, that's all. 

Take my father. What a son of a bitch. Oh, I don't remember him that much. I 
was only six the last time I saw him. But what a bastard he was! The things 
that he used to do to my mother were awful. Sometimes she sits me down and 
tells me about him. I can't believe what I hear! 

She told me that the first thing my old man used to do when he got home from 
work every night was to carry her to the bedroom and rape her. Every fucking 
night! 

God! Does that sound repulsive! Can you imagine having to feel some guy's 
prick ramming you every night? It almost makes me sick! It's repulsive! 

You know, I don't think there's anything in the world uglier than a cock. 
They're so fucking big and pink and fleshy, and they have those ugly veins 
sticking out of them. 

It makes me want to puke just thinking about it! 

Anyway, after a few years of pulling this shit on my mother, my father got 
up and left. Good! Am I glad! That's the best thing that ever happened to 
me! 

Actually, he didn't just leave. No sir, not that bastard! He even wanted to 
stay! But my mother got smart. She was tired of putting up with that kind of 
shit. All he ever wanted her to do was to lie down and spread her legs so 
that he could shove that big ugly cock of his into her twat. 

She doesn't like men any more than I do. In fact, she hates them! She 
couldn't stand getting fucked by my old man. So she threw him out of the 
house. And I mean threw him out. 

He came home one night and wanted to give her a hump. She waited until he 
got all his clothes off, and then she pulled out a belt. She had this long, 
black leather belt with a metal tip on the end of it. She still has it, in 
fact. 

Well, as soon as my father gets naked, she starts lashing him with this 
belt, whipping his bare ass with it! She kept whipping him till he had to 
run out of the house. Then she started throwing all of his shit out the 
window. Hah! 

That son of a bitch never came back. 

Boy, that's one of my favorite stories. My mom tells me about it all the 
time, and we both have a good time laughing about it! I wish I could have 
seen it, I wish I could have seen my mother hitting my father with that 
strap! 

Anyway, we never saw him again. Good riddance. 

But you know, he's not the only reason I hate men. Actually, I only started 
hating men a little while ago. About two years ago, since I was still 
thirteen. I guess up to then I was too stupid to know any better. 

Well, I had this boyfriend. Jack. Now I call him Jerky Jack. 

Actually, Jack was kind of cute. He was only a year older than me, so he 
still had a real young face. In fact, he was kind of pretty. Almost like a 
girl. 

That must be why I think he was cute. Only girls are cute-looking. 

Well, Jerky Jack was in my eighth grade. That was right around the time when 
all the other girls started going steady with the guys, and started to make 
out and stuff like that. 

But what do they know? They're a bunch of creeps anyway. Dumb girls! 

But then I guess that I was pretty dumb then too. I mean, I wanted to be 
like them, if you can believe that. I wanted to have a boyfriend too. 

But what did the boys think of me? Those fuckers, all of them, a bunch of 
fuckers. They didn't like me! They said my tits weren't big enough! 

Well, I know my boobs aren't gigantic or anything, but so what! I like them 
and I know some other women who like them, so who gives a damn what the boys 
say? 

But at the time, I felt bad about it. So I put on a padded bra. That's 
right, I used to wear a padded bra. Well, I'm too smart for that now. Now I 
only wear a shirt over myself, and I let my tits hang loose. 

Well, everyone at school could tell right off that I was wearing a padded 
bra. They all started teasing me, those fuckers! 

But Jack came up to me and told me not to worry, that I looked fine to him 
whether I wore the thing or not. He told me that he had a crush on me. 

Well, I thought he was trying to be nice to me. I thought he was sweet. 

Of course, now I know better. Now I know that all he was trying to do was to 
get into my pants. He just wanted to fuck my cunt. 

Isn't that all men are interested in anyway? 

Well, Jack and I started going steady. We used to go out to the movies on 
Saturday afternoons, and sometimes we'd go to the park or on walks. The 
usual kid-stuff bullshit. Of course, like I told you, I was pretty dumb back 
then. I thought I was in love with him. 

You know, I can still remember how I felt about him? To tell you the truth, 
I can hardly believe I was so dumb. I remember thinking that nothing in the 
world mattered except for Jack. 

Of course, I never told my mother about him. That would have been it. She 
would never have let me even start going out with him if she'd known about 
Jack. 

Looking back on it, I wish I had said something. Just think of all the 
embarrassment that could have saved me! 

But I didn't tell her. In a way, though, it was better for me to find out 
for myself just how rotten men really are. 

Well, I remember one day Jack and I were over at his house, listening to 
records. We were up in his room, and his parents weren't home. I remember 
that day like it was yesterday. 

God! It was awful! 

We're up in his room, see, all alone, and we start making out. Well, that's 
nothing much. We used to make out in the movies all the time and nothing 
ever happened after that. Oh, maybe he'd feel up my tits, but so what? 
Feeling up tits is nothing. 

But up until that day in his room, I never let him touch my pussy or 
finger-fuck me or anything else. 

Well, some Beatles record was on, and Jack and I are sitting on the floor. 
He has him around me, but up until then we're just sitting there. Then he 
bends his head over and starts to press his lips against my mouth. He had 
real tender lips, soft, like a woman's. They weren't bad, actually. 

So Jack and I start making out. He sticks his tongue into my mouth and 
starts to touch it to my tongue. His mouth was all wet and gooey. 

Then he starts feeling my tits. I remember, we'd been swimming in his pool 
that day, and all I was wearing was a bikini. So Jack sticks his hand under 
my top and starts to squeeze my little nipples. I remember how stiff they 
got. He'd felt me up before, but he never got any b-t before that day. I 
remember how good it felt to have someone squeeze my bare tits, even if it 
was a guy. 

I felt all shivery and started to moan. I kissed Jack harder. 

Then he unties my bikini top and takes it off. Boy, you should have seen 
that fuckers eyes light up when he saw my mounds! Even if they aren't big, 
they're real pretty. That's what my mom tells me all the time. 

Well, me and Jack started to roll around on the floor. All he's got on his 
his bathing suit, so my tits are rubbing into his chest. He was getting 
awfully horny. 

Then he climbs on top of me, right between my legs. I could feel the big 
hard-on he had under his bathing suit. He started to rub his hard bulge 
against my bikini bottoms, right against my crotch. 

Well, I'm a little ashamed to admit this, but I started getting horny. I 
guess that's because I'd never been really horny before, and it felt so good 
to feel my cunt getting hot that I didn't care who it was! 

So Jack is lying on top of me, humping his bulge against my pussy. 

"Nancy," he says, "let's do this without any clothes on!" 

Like a real dumb girl, I say sure. So we take off our bathing suits. 

Wow! I couldn't believe what my cunt was like! It was real warm, and drippy 
with come. You know how cunts get, I imagine. But you don't know how it 
feels to a woman! Only a woman really knows! 

Well, Jack had this little peter. He shoved it right up my twat! I remember 
feeling it break my hymen. It hurt a lot. I should have known right then and 
there that it was a mistake to fuck men. 

But it felt good, too, to have Jack's hard cock sliding up and down my 
pussy. It wasn't so much that it was a cock. What I liked best was that it 
was long and hard. 

Actually, I like a nice big rubber dildo much better than a cock. A cock's 
got a man attached to it, but a woman can use a dildo. Dildos are out of 
sight! 

Well, we only fucked for a little while. Jack came into me right away. Shit, 
he's like most men. He doesn't know how to treat a woman, and neither do 
they. They don't know how to love a cunt, how to lick it or suck on a clit. 

Needless to say, I didn't come. 

When I went home that day, I could tell right off that my mother was 
suspicious. I don't know how she knew. I think she had some kind of a sixth 
sense when it comes to nosing out when men have been fucking around. Just 
like she could tell with my dad. 

Well, whatever made her suspicious, she got me as soon as I got home and 
dragged me into the bathroom. She made me take off my bikini and sit down on 
the toilet. Then she stuck her fingers up my cunt and started poking around. 
When she pulled her fingers out, there was blood and come on them, and right 
away she knew what I'd done. 

"Young lady, do you realize what you've done!" she yelled at me. 

She told me she was going to teach me a lesson I'd better not forget. Then 
she dragged me up to my room. 

That's the night I learned how rotten and evil men are!" 

I realized that my patient and I were right at the point in her development 
where whatever traumatic experience she'd suffered had occurred. I had the 
definite feeling that what took place with her mother that evening held the 
clue to young Nancy's obvious problem, her unbelievable and total hatred for 
men. 

I wanted to devote my full attention to what she had to tell me and, since I 
had several other patients waiting, I asked her to please come back 
tomorrow. 

"If they make me!" was her defiant answer, but nonetheless I was confident 
that the poor girl would be back. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

Just as I had expected, the next day Nancy arrived on time for her 
appointment, duly escorted by her dutiful social worker. Once again I 
marvelled at how such an unfortunate, cynical young girl could look so 
innocent and sweet. It was a mystery to me, and I was anxious to solve it 
and thus help the poor thing adjust to a normal life. So I recapped what she 
had told me the day before, ending with her account of how her mother was 
about to 'teach her a lesson.' I asked her to take up from there. Nancy 
began to speak. 

"Shit, you're a nosy son of a bitch, aren't you? You know, I bet you get 
your rocks off by listening to other people's problems. Well suppose I don't 
want to tell you? Suppose I just sit here all day and make faces at you? 

Why should I tell you anything? You're a man, and all men are evil! That's 
what my mother taught me that night, and I'll never forget it! 

But I will tell you. I don't give a shit what you think of me! 

Anyway, she dragged me up to my room and threw me down on my bed. Then she 
went out, locking the door. She left me alone in there for a long while. I 
was plenty scared, too scared to even get up and put my nightie on. All I 
could do was lay on the bed, naked, and cry. 

I really loved my mother! I knew how much I'd hurt her by fucking Jack, and 
I felt very bad about it! 

I knew my mom was going to punish me, but I was glad. I deserved to be 
punished! I had done a terrible thing, letting that little fucker stick his 
cock up my cunt! 

Well, my mom walked in and I couldn't even believe it was her at first. She 
was dressed in high-heeled black boots that came up to her thighs. She had 
on a tight-fitting pair of leather panties, and a leather bra that was real 
tight and had holes cut for her tits. In one hand she had a whip, and in the 
other hand she had a long coil of rope! 

She had the meanest look on her face! She looked like she wanted to kill me! 

And I couldn't blame her, either. I'd been so bad that day, I was going to 
deserve whatever she was about to do to me. 

"You're not my daughter, behaving like that!" she screamed at me. "You're 
nothing but a little two-bit slut! You're your father's daughter, you're a 
sex maniac, just like him! Why don't I call him up and then you can fuck 
your no-good father!" 

Wow! I couldn't believe it, she was so mad! It was like she hated me! I 
couldn't stand it. I wanted to do anything to make her not hate me anymore! 

"Oh, Mama, please, please don't hate me like that! I'm your little girl! I 
love you, I hate Daddy! Oh, Mama, I know I've been bad, please, punish me 
for being a bad girl!" I begged her. 

"You bet I'm going to punish you!" she yelled. 

Well, she really meant it! Boy, did she punish me! 

And you know what? I'm glad she did. Otherwise, I never would have been able 
to face her ever again. 

Well, Mama took the rope and tied it around my wrists and ankles and 
strapped me down on the bed. You know, with my arms off to the side and my 
legs pulled apart. Spread-eagled. 

I was just lying there on the bed, completely naked. Lying down flat like 
that made my tits look even smaller than they were, and I hardly had any 
hair covering my pussy. 

Mama looked at me kind of funny. She didn't look so mean anymore, though she 
was still plenty mad. But there was something else in her eyes. She looked 
excited! 

Well, I'll tell you, it got me kind of excited to. My nipples started to get 
hard and I could feel my pussy get all warm and tingly. I felt it starting 
to get wet, too. 

What I mean is, I was getting horny. That's right. I was getting horny for 
my mother! And what's so wrong with that? I mean, we loved each other, 
didn't we!? 

I wanted my mama to make love to my wet pussy! 

But first she had to punish me for being such a bad girl and fucking that 
Jerky Jack! She had to teach me a lesson about how rotten men were, how all 
they wanted from you was a piece of ass. They didn't care about me the way 
my mother did! She was going to beat some sense into me! 

She looked down me lying there, all tied up naked on my bed. "You little 
wicked slut, I'll teach you to fuck men!" She held up her hand with the whip 
in it and then snapped her arm down. The long leather whip lashed me on my 
tits. 

Shit, did that hurt! It stung really bad. She whipped me right across the 
nipples, and I really felt it! 

It was painful, but I deserved it! 

She whipped me again and again. She brought that lash down on my tits and on 
my tummy and even over my cunny. It really hurt me, I'll tell you. 

"Remember, you little slut, if you hadn't been fucking around with men, none 
of this would ever have happened to you!" she told me. 

She kept whipping me. Oooh, it hurt! Those red long red marks from the 
lashes all over me! 

It was really painful, but I tried not to cry because I knew I was getting 
punished. I almost wanted her to stop, but I knew I better not! 

But she was really mad at me! She wouldn't stop whipping me, and it hurt me 
so much. I couldn't stand it anymore! 

"Oh, Mama, please don't! It hurts so much!" I cried to her. 

"It better hurt, you slut!" she yelled. "But I never would have had to do 
this is it wasn't for men! It's the men who are making me do this!" 

And I knew she was right. She was doing it for my own good, doing it so that 
I would know enough to stay away from men! 

But I kept crying for her not to hurt me so much, and finally she stopped 
hitting me with that whip! My body was all sore and red. I had the shivers. 
I felt like pins and needles were sticking me all over. My cunt and boobs 
felt all hot and tingly. 

"You like cocks, don't you, you little slut!? " Mama said to me. 

"Oh, no, Mama.. . . " I tried to tell her, but she got real mad at me for 
talking and she hit me with the whip again. 

"Don't interrupt me, slut! I know you like cocks! I know you let some 
disgusting man stick his cock into your slutty cunt today!" she told me. 

Then she said something that made me really scared. 

"Do you know what a cock can do to you? Do you know how much one of those 
cocks can hurt a girl? Well, I'm going to show you!" 

Well, she got up and left the room for a while again. But when she came back 
in, instead of a whip, in each hand she held a big long, thick dildo. One 
was pink, and looked just like a cock. The other one was black, and it had 
little pointy things sticking out of the shaft. 

"All right, you bitchy little girl," my mother said to me, "now I'm going to 
show you what a man can do to you!" 

I was terrified. I wanted to get up and run away, but I couldn't because of 
the way I was tied down. I tried to pull free, but those ropes held me down 
on the bed. 

My mother knelt between my legs and shoved that big pink fuck-stick right up 
my hole, as far as it could go! 

Owww! That sure as hell hurt. I mean, I was still almost a virgin. My cunny 
was still tight as hell, and even though it was all lubricated from all my 
cunt juices that big dildo hurt. After all, that big fuck-stick filled up my 
whole pussy! It pressed against my skin inside of me, and it reached all the 
way to the end of my cunt. 

I started to cry from the pain of having that artificial cock up my hole. 
But my mother yelled at me. 

"Oh, if you think that hurts, wait till you feel this!" 

God! It was horrible! She took that long black dildo with the little 
stickers on it and put it right under my asshole. Then she pushed really 
hard on it, and shoved it right up my slit! Those rubber sticker pricked 
into my ass walls and I could really feel them! That rubber stick filled up 
my whole ass crack! 

"Remember, you slut!" my mother told me, "This is what it feels like when 
men fuck you with their cocks!" 

Then she started to ram those big dildos up and down my two holes. She was 
shoving them in and out as fast as she could. She was pushing them into me 
real hard and fast, pushing them both in at the same time, so that 

I felt like my whole body was being prodded and filled with those big, 
disgusting male cocks! I hated it! I hated the way men could fuck you, the 
way my mother was showing me! 

I hate men! I hate them! I hate them! 

I was crying real loud. I tried to get away, but those ropes and dildos were 
just pinning me down helplessly on the bed. 

Then my mother pushed those poles all the way up my cunt and asshole and 
just left them in there. They filled all of my tight holes, and it really 
hurt. Then my mother got the whip, and as I lay there with the fuck-sticks 
in me, she started to whip me again. 

But I deserved it! I know I did! And it was the perfect punishment too. 
Whipping me while those two cock were in me! It taught me a real lesson! It 
taught me how rotten men and their goddamn cocks can be! 

Finally, she stopped whipping me and she even pulled the cocks out of my 
holes. My skin, inside and outside, was blazing hot, like it was one fire. 
I. was burning up, I was in so much pain. My tits, my ass and my pussy were 
all so sore. 

My mother looked down at me. I must have looked like a mess. My skin was all 
red from being whipped, and my pussy was soaking all over the sheets. 

"Well, did you learn your lesson, young lady?" she asked. 

"Oh, yes, Mama," I told her. "I'll never fuck a man again, never!" 

Then, something funny happened. Something really great! It was so beautiful, 
I'll never forget it! 

My mother smiled and started to take her leather clothes off. She stepped 
out of the boots and pulled off the panties. She even took off the leather 
bra and boy, did her tits look wonderful. Big, and round and white, with big 
red cherry nipples! 

"Oh, my poor little Nancy," she said, starting to cry, "did that big cock 
hurt my baby's sweet pussy? Mama will make it better!" 

Then Mama untied me. I sat up and we hugged, real tight. She rubbed her big 
boobs against my little ones. It felt good. 

Then she kissed me. She opened up her mouth and stuck her tongue in my 
mouth, and twirled it around. It was sweet and juicy. She kissed me hard, 
and I knew right then and there that my mommy wasn't mad at me anymore. I 
felt all better again. 

Then she pushed me back down on the bed and told me that she was going to 
show me the best way to make love. Two women! Only women knew how to please 
one another, she said. Only women have cunts. What does a man, who only has 
that big, ugly, painful cock-what the hell does he know about pussy? 

So my mother bent her head down over my pussy and began to lick it. It was 
still pretty sore from having that rubber cock in there, and when she kissed 
and tongued my pussy, it felt so good. Mmmmmmm!! I can still remember how 
far-out it felt to have her tongue wiggle up my hole and lap at my 
come-juice. 

Then she started to flick her tongue at my clitoris! Wow! Was that wild! It 
was so far out! 

My whole body started to tremble -and shake. My cunt started feeling all 
shivery and hot. It tingled like anything! My whole body got all flushed and 
quivery. Then, this big, like, explosion just happened to me! I felt all 
swirling and funny inside! I felt like I'd live forever! 

That was my first orgasm. I couldn't believe how good my mother had made me 
feel, especially since just a little while before that those cocks had hurt 
me so much. 

Well, I was so happy, I felt so good that I wanted to show my mother how 
much I loved her. So I crawled around and put my head up to her cunt. It was 
all wet and runny, and it tasted so good. Mmmmm! It was sweet and sticky, 
like taffy. It was delicious. 

I stuck my tongue up her cunt and twirled it around her clit. She was 
getting all out and gooey in her pussy. She started to moan. Then, her 
thighs started to bang around my head. She was coming! 

I felt so good then! 

Well, from then on, I never had to do anything with boys. Oh, sometimes my 
mother would get suspicious, and even though I'd tell her I wasn't with any 
guys or anything like that, she'd punish me. Just to warm me, just in case I 
was a bad girl again. 

She tied me up in ropes or in leather straps. Sometimes she'd even gag me. 
Then she'd whip me, and shove a dildo up my ass. To remind me of how much a 
man could hurt me if I let him fuck me. 

But, afterwards, when I'd been taught a lesson, my mom would always untie me 
and we'd make love the right way, the womanly way. Eating pussies and 
sucking tits. She even showed me the right way to use a dildo, soft-like, 
not rough like a man did with his cock. 

We had a good life for a couple of years. Sometimes I'd bring home a 
girlfriend, and my mother would teach them about men, and about how women 
can make love so much better. 

But then they had to catch me with that ten-year-old brat. Shit, I was just 
trying to teach her what my mother taught me. That cocks are evil, but that 
women really knew how to treat a cunt!" 

CONCLUSION 

Even the layman could see that Nancy's mother had had a very unhealthy, 
unnatural influence on her daughter. Perhaps some past incident in her 
mother's life had caused her hatred of heterosexual relationships and 
resulted in her becoming a dominant lesbian, or what is called a bull dyke. 

However, this was not my concern. What I was worried about, however, was the 
harmful influence that this woman was having on her impressionable daughter. 
Nancy's proclivity towards lesbianism had already resulted in an unfortunate 
incident and I was fearful that her unnatural hatred of men, and 
specifically of the male sex organ, might result in an even worse incident 
some day in the future. 

I deemed it vital that this young lady 'get her head together,' as they say. 

I saw it as a good sign that she was even willing to come in to talk to me. 
I recommended two things to her social worker. 

One, that she be removed totally from the charge of her mother, who I deemed 
to be an unfit parent. Two, that Nancy undergo, for a period of at least six 
months, intensive psychiatric care in a suitable institution. 

Hopefully, with enough love and understanding to take the place of her 
mother's harsh discipline, Nancy could eventually overcome her fear and 
hatred of the penis, and live a normal life. 

CASE HISTORY THREE 

SUBJECT: Angela C. AGE: Twelve 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Angela was a stunning girl who looked much older than her meager twelve 
years. She wore a 'Oui' t-shirt that fit tightly over her budding breasts, a 
very short mini-skirt that revealed finely-formed thighs and a nubile, firm 
round bottom, and some 'tres chic' silver platform shoes. Her face was 
extraordinarily beautiful-not pretty, but beautiful-and she had a very 
sophisticated look about her. 

I attributed this to the fact that her parents were two of the most famous 
stars in Hollywood, and such people always tended to have lovely, 
sophisticated children. As I was to find out shortly, however, Angela was 
anything but a child. 

As was true with the majority of Hollywood marriages, Angela's parents were 
divorced. She lived with her father and step-mother in a large mansion in 
Beverly Hills and attended an exclusive girls' preparatory school in the 
area. It was because of what had been discovered one day at the school that 
Angela was her to see me now. 

It seems that, as is unfortunately true across the country, there was a drug 
problem at the school. Such problems are not restricted to any one social 
class, by the way, and the rich child is as vulnerable to the drug menace as 
the child of the ghetto. In any case, a search of the lockers was 
instituted. When it came to searching Angela's locker, she was so vehemently 
opposed to the idea that she aroused considerable suspicion. No drugs were 
turned up. What they did find, however, were some very lurid photographs of 
Angela and an older man in a variety of compromising positions. The school 
officials, wanting to avoid publicity, discreetly advised her parents that 
she was in need of psychiatric care. One of the officials, an old college 
friend of mine, recommended me. 

Angela strutted into my office like a queen, proud and disdainful. I was not 
the first psychiatrist that she had ever encountered, so she sat down 
languidly in the patient's chair and began immediately. 

"This office is frightfully clinical! Look at all those books and diplomas. 
Why don't you put up some posters, or at least a few oils? It would make the 
atmosphere much less stifling. 

But then, we're not here to talk about your office, are we? I must tell you, 
though, that I take quite an interest in interior decorating. I could do 
wonders for this place? 

Oh, I know what you're thinking. 'What nerve this young child has!' you're 
saying to yourself. Well, I'll tell you right off, Doctor. I am not a child. 
No way. 

As a matter-of-fact, I haven't been a child in quite a few years. Mentally, 
I have an I.Q. of one-hundred and fifty. I'm more intelligent than many 
adults. Emotionally, I've seen my mother divorced and remarried twice, my 
father three times. Physically, I started menstruating when I was nine, I 
lost my virginity when I was ten, and I've already begun to orgasm during 
sex. 

So as you see, I'm more of an adult than many women of thirty. 

As for experience, I could tell you things that you've never even dreamed 
of. How many twelve-year-olds that you know can say that they've been 
gang-banged by the whole male cast of a Hollywood movie? How many teenage 
girls can say that they've made love to more than thirty different men? How 
many women of any age can claim that they've sucked off the most handsome 
movie star in the world? 

I'm proud of my experiences. In fact, as you know, it's because of a few of 
those very experiences that I'm here right now. 

I take it you've seen those pictures. I mean, really, Doctor, did you find 
them to be that terrible? I know how shocked those boors at my school were 
when they saw them, but they're old prudes. You, Doctor, you're a man of the 
world. I'm sure you must realize that sexual preferences must be left up to 
the individual. 

But what the hell! I'll talk about it anyway. I might as well get my 
father's money's worth out of this whole thing. You might even find it all 
as amusing as I do. 

Let's go back to the beginning, shall we? 

I remember the night I lost my virginity. One of my mother's films had just 
premiered. I'm sure you must have seen it. It was a remake of 'Casablanca' 
only they updated it, moved the location to New York, and switched around 
the ending. Anyway, I had my first bit part in that film. 

After the premiere, we had the party over at our home in Bel Air. That was 
before I moved to Beverly Hills. 

Well, even though I was only ten, I was allowed to stay up for the party. 
Hell, I'd been staying up for these parties since I was eight! I simply love 
them! 

I felt very grown up that night. My breasts were beginning to grow at that 
time, so I decided I'd show them off by wearing a very low-cut v-neck 
backless dress. I wore make-up and platform shoes to make me look older. 
Believe me, Doctor, I was the sexiest ten-year-old in existence! 

There were men as old as fifty-five trying to get me up into my bedroom that 
night. And as the evening wore on, and the more champagne they had to drink, 
the harder they tried. 

Frankly, this had never happened to me before. All the men up to then just 
used to pat me on the head and treat me like a little kid. 

But now, that night, they were treating me like a woman. I was quite 
flattered! 

But I have to admit something else, Doctor. I'm a natural-born flirt. I 
think it comes from my mother. I just love to tease men! Of course, up to 
that night, I'd never had a chance to. But I made up for lost time! 

I had those men, and the party was full of handsome actors, directors and 
producers, I had them falling all over me. They kept bringing me cocktails. 
They were hoping that if they got me drunk that I'd let them ball me. What 
they didn't know is that I wasn't going . to fall for that trick. When they 
weren't looking, I'd dump the drink into a planter or something! 

Not that I didn't want to get laid. Actually, I had been planning for weeks 
to have my first sexual experience that night. But I wanted to have some fun 
seeing how many men I could tease. And besides that, I wanted to pick who my 
first man was going to be. 

Well, around three in the morning the party was still going full swing, but 
I decided I'd better pick out my man before everyone got too drunk. So I 
walked around the party, acting as sexy as I could, looking over all the men 
making passes at me, gauging which one would be the best to have fuck me for 
the first time. I wanted it to be someone special, someone older and 
experienced, but also someone very handsome. 

Well, there was this one movie star their. A real macho type. He's in a lot 
of Westerns. Always plays a tough good-guy. You must know who I mean. 

Well, I had only met him a few times before but from seeing all of his 
movies, I had developed a crush on him. I wanted him to be my first man. The 
only problem was, out of all the men at the party, he was one of the only 
ones who hadn't paid any attention to me. 

My ego was getting kind of punctured, and that's not good for a ten-year-old 
girl! 

But still, I was pretty confident. I knew I was sexy, and I knew that most 
men would just jump at the chance to screw a ten-year-old virgin. So I 
decided to take the initiative. 

I saw him walk outside alone, and I slipped out to follow him. I caught up 
with him out by the tennis court in the back yard. He was just sitting down 
on a deck chair, smoking. I went up and sat down next to him. 

"Why hello, Angela, how are you?" he said to me, real friendly. "What brings 
you out here?" he asked me. 

Well, I tried to act grown-up, but I guess I just came off sounding like a 
snotty little kid. 

"It's my house," I told him, "why shouldn't I be out here?" 

"Cut the crap, little girl," he told me. "I know why you're out here. You 
followed my out. I've seen the way you've been flirting around the party all 
night, trying to decide which man to invite up to your bedroom. I imagine 
that I'm the 'lucky' man you've settled on." 

Well, Doctor, I didn't care who the guy was! My feminine instincts told me 
not to put up with his sarcasm, no matter how he was. 

I got up in a huff, but before I could go back to the party he grabbed me by 
my wrist. He was so big and strong, and I felt so little! But he pulled me 
back in the garden and lay me down on the grass. He covered my face with 
hot, wet kisses. His put his tongue into my mouth and licked at my own 
tongue and lips. 

He unclasped my dress and began to fondle my breasts. His big hands dwarfed 
my small tits, but that didn't matter. It felt so good anyway, the way his 
finger stroked my flesh and squeezed my hard nipples. 

Then he lifted my dress up to my waist and ripped open my panties. I felt 
his huge hand as it began to stroke my thighs, and then he stuck one of his 
fingers up my pussy, then two. He played with my clit, and finger-fucked my 
cunt. It felt so wonderful, like nothing I'd ever come close to experiencing 
in my life before. 

Needless to say, the more he played with my young cunt, the hornier I got! 

My pussy was starting to get real wet! I could hear his fingers sloshing 
around in my hole, and I could feel my pussy juice running over my thighs. 

As I told you once before, I matured early, so it wasn't at all unusual for 
me to be so responsive. I'm a very sexual person. I have been since that 
first night! 

Anyway, I was hot and horny as hell! I was ready to take my first cock, so I 
started to moan and rotate my hips to let him now that I wanted to fuck. I 
used to sneak into my mother's room at night while she was balling one of 
her boyfriends, and I'd watch them fuck, so I knew just what to do. 

He loosened his belt and pulled his pants down to his knees. He lifted up 
his ass and took his cock in his hands and put it right at the entrance to 
my pussy. 

"Oh, yes, oh, yes, give it to me!" I moaned, rolling my head back and forth 
on the grass. 

He pushed his cock into me. He had a pretty big one, and his round penis 
head felt awfully tight in my cunny. It even hurt a little bit, but I was 
expecting that. 

He started to slide his hard cock into me. I was really tight and even 
though my pussy was all wet, he was having a difficult time. I heard him 
grunting and panting. His cock was really filling up my cunt. It hurt, but 
it felt good too. My whole crotch was getting itchy and shivery. The further 
in he pushed his dick, the closer I knew I was coming to having my hymen 
broken. 

Then he gave a real hard shove. I felt a twinge of sharp pain, and my cunt 
passage felt like it was burning up! But I was happy! I knew that he had 
popped my cherry, and that his big man's cock was all the way up my hole! 

He began to slide in and out of me. My pussy gripped his pole and tingled 
all around it as he fucked me. There was still some pain-I was sore for days 
after that-but the mixture of virgin blood and come coated my hole, and his 
fucking motions began to feel good. 

I spread my legs apart as far as they could go, and I wrapped by ankles 
around his ass. I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts. After he pumped into 
me a few more times, he came. The flood of his semen in my cunt felt warm 
and soothing. 

He pulled his cock out of me, and while he licked my pussy clean, he showed 
me how to suck all of the left-over gism out of his cock. We rearranged our 
clothes and walked back into the party, separately, as if nothing had 
happened. 

I was very, very happy. Actually, though, I found out later that as far as 
lays go, he was only average. 

I hadn't had an orgasm that first night. I didn't even know what an orgasm 
was until one of my lovers told me a few months after that. In fact, I 
didn't have my first orgasm until the night I got gang-banged, only a few 
months ago, and then I didn't have it until the sixth man fucked me. 

That doesn't mean that up till then I wasn't trying, though. 

I was insatiable after that first time! I seduced every man that I could. 
Actors, producers, directors, musicians, even one of my mother's 
ex-husbands. It was great! Did I learn a lot! 

In fact, the word is out in Hollywood about me. I'm regarded as one of the 
hottest fucks in town! 

I was worried for a while, though. I was scared that I might be a 
nymphomaniac. But I read that a nympho needs to ball so many men because she 
can't have any orgasm. And, since I've been coming steadily for the last few 
months, I know I'm not a nymphomaniac. I just like sex. 

Surely, Doctor, you don't think there's anything sick about that? 

There is one thing I have to admit, though. I really didn't like any of the 
men I was balling. Oh, they were all right. But I was never in love with any 
of them. Actually, I was using all of them. Balling them till they began to 
bore me, and then I'd go on to someone else. 

But, like I said, love never entered my mind. Not until I met Tad. 

Tad, by the way, is the name of the guy in the pictures with me. 

Doesn't it seem strange that of all the guys 

I've fucked, the one who I'm serious about is the one that I wind up getting 
sent to a shrink for? 

It's a laugh! Don't you agree? Don't you think it's kind of ludicrous for me 
to even be here?" 

Well, I certainly did not feel that it was ludicrous for this young girl to 
be seeing a psychiatrist. It's true what she said about not being a 
nymphomaniac. Nymphomania does include an inorgasmic dysfunction. 

However, there are other emotional problems confronting a young girl besides 
nymphomania. And, in my professional opinion, it did not matter that Angela 
loved this young man, 'Tad.' If she considered what was in those pictures to 
be perfectly normal for a twelve-year-old girl, then her definition of 
'normal' quite differed from mine. And I consider myself to be quite 
broad-minded. 

This being the case, our first session at an end, I asked Angela to set up 
an appointment for the next day, at her convenience. 

She winked flirtatiously, and told me she'd see what she could work out. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

Angela came to the appointment the next day several minutes late. She was 
late on purpose, I might add. In Hollywood, it is considered very 
unfashionable to be anywhere on time. In my profession, of course, one gets 
used to such rude behavior. 

Today Angela was wearing a pants suit, with the blouse unbuttoned down to 
her navel, so that her breasts were almost completely visible when she 
leaned over. This was only one of exhibitionistic tendencies. 

She sat down in the chair, took out a compact and, looking in the mirror, 
she began to carefully apply her lipstick. When I suggested we begin she 
gave me a reproving glance, as if it were not possible for her to speak 
until she looked 'right.' 

Only when she had finished touching herself up did she begin to continue her 
story. 

"Let's see, where was I? Oh, that's right, I was telling you about my lover, 
Tad. Hmmm. I don't really know where to begin! Obviously, he's very 
handsome. And of course, he's very well-endowed physically. And he's a great 
fuck! 

But don't tell me, you want to hear about those pictures. Well, I'll get to 
that soon. First let me tell you about how it all started. 

Tad is twenty-five. He's the son of one of my mother's boyfriends, who's a 
big producer for Paramount. They've been going out with each other for a few 
months. It wouldn't surprise me if they got married. Then it would all be in 
the family! 

Anyway, I was staying with my mother that weekend. As you know, I live with 
my father but he was on location in Spain that week, so I moved in with my 
mom until he got back. 

It was a Friday night. My mom and Bob, that's my mother's boyfriend, were 
going out. I was supposed to have a date with this stunt-man, but he broke 
his leg the day before and had to cancel out. 

So I was spending Friday home alone. It was a very unusual situation. I 
mean, can you imagine me without a date! Ugggh! I was terribly embarrassed! 

So I decided to make some phone calls. I figured it shouldn't have been too 
hard for me to find a date for the night, or at least someone willing to 
come over and fuck me. 

But I wasn't having any luck at all. Everyone already had plans or had 
already gone out. So I was faced with a night alone, condemned to sit home 
and watch the late-late show, at least until my mom and Bob got back. Then I 
could sneak into her bedroom and listen to them fuck. It wasn't much, but it 
beat going to sleep. 

But then the luckiest thing that ever happened to me happened. I think it 
was fate that that stunt-man broke his leg. I really do! 

The doorbell chimed, and when I looked through the peephole I saw Tad 
standing at the door. I'd met him once before, but both of us had been with 
dates so nothing had materialized. I do remember my first impression of him, 
though. He looked like the kind of man I'd like to have fuck me all night 
and all the next day! 

I opened the door and let him in. 

"Hi, Angela," he said to me, shaking my hand. "Good to see you again." 

God, Doctor, did he look sexy! He was wearing a white silk shirt unbuttoned 
down to his navel, and his thick tanned chest looked just like the kind of 
thing I'd like to lick! 

He was wearing tight jeans that pressed up against his crotch. And do you 
know what? He had a hard-on the minute he saw me! 

I wanted to rape him right then and there, but you know how I am, I had to 
tease him a little first. 

"Well, Angela, it looks like you're stuck with me for the next two days. My 
dad and your mom decided to fly to Palm Springs for the weekend, and they 
don't want you staying here alone," he told me. 

Well, I was certainly happy about that, but there was no way I was going to 
let him know, not yet! In fact, I tried to look a little disappointed. 

"Oh, well, that you might as well come in and fix yourself a drink," I said, 
acting bored. "Actually, Tad, you're lucky I'm even home to let you in. I 
usually go out on Fridays, but I was too tired from last night. I didn't get 
any sleep. I had a heavy date." 

He walked past me, made a couple drinks and we went into the den to watch 
television. The whole time, instead of watching the set he was watching me. 
Actually, all I had on was an old pair of jeans and a loose blouse. Not the 
type of outfit well-suited for a seduction. I decided to give him something 
to look at. 

"Excuse me, Tad," I told him, using that old line, "I'd like to put on 
something more comfortable." 

As I got up I noticed the hungry look in his eyes and the growing bulge in 
his jeans. He was going for the bait! Soon I'd have him down on his knees 
begging to fuck me. Eventually, of course, I'd say yes, but not until he'd 
paid his dues. 

I went up to my room and took off all my clothes. I decided the best thing 
to wear would be my silk, see-through robe. You could see practically 
everything through it. I was certain it would make him horny as hell. 

I went downstairs and sat next to him on the couch. I kind of propped my 
feet up on the cushion, so that the see-through robe rubbed right up against 
my pussy, and I parted my legs to give him a better view. 

Shit! His eyes almost popped out of his head! And his erection was really 
straining against his pants! To make him even hornier, I began to lightly 
scratch the inner part of my thighs, right below my pussy. 

That was about all Tad could stand! He put his arm around me and drew me 
closer to him. We began to kiss. It was a warm, wet, hungry kiss. Our lips 
melted into each other, and our tongues wrestled in each other's mouth. 

I had him right in the palm of my hand! Soon he'd be on his knees, begging 
me to go to bed with him! I could even turn him down until he tried harder, 
maybe make him wait all night before I let him stick his cock into my pussy! 

Like I said, Doctor, I'm a born tease. 

So when Tad tried to carry on our making out to the next step, and reached 
his hand under my robe to fondle my breasts, I stopped him. 

"Please, Tad, don't touch me there!" I said. 

Well, I can certainly tell you that I wasn't expecting, in any way, shape or 
form, the response that this objection would bring! 

He took his hand away from my tit, and you know what he did then? 

He slapped me! That's right, right across the face. He slapped me! 

"You little bitch!" he sneered. "How do you think you are, putting on that 
robe, French-kissing with me, rubbing your boobs against my chest, and then 
trying to stop me from fucking you! Why, I've heard about you! Why do you 
think no one will go out with you?! I'll tell you why! Because every man in 
Hollywood knows you're a prick-teaser! 

"Well, don't think it's going to work with me! I'm not going to put up with 
any bullshit from a little twelve-year-old girl. 

"You know what you are? You're a spoiled brat! You're the brattiest kid in 
Los Angeles, bar none. 

"Well, your mother and father may put up with you, and all those men you've 
been using may put up with you, but I won't! And since we're all alone for 
the weekend, I think that right now's the perfect opportunity to teach you a 
lesson!" 

Well, Doctor, needless to say, I was shocked! No man had ever spoken that 
way to me before. I'd always been in charge. 

And I wasn't about to let things change. Not then, anyway. I started to tell 
Tad off. I was going to kick him right out of the house. I began to yell and 
curse at him. 

And do you know what he did then? He stripped off his shirt, stuffed part of 
it in my mouth, and tied it behind my head. I couldnt say a word. I was 
gagged! 

Well, I tried to pull the shirt off, but he pinned my hands to my sides. I 
tried to fight him but he was so much stronger than me! Then he let go for a 
minute, pulled my robe off, and used the sash to tie my hand behind my back! 
I was helpless! I was gagged and bound, totally under his control! 

He picked my up in his arms and carried me, naked and kicking, up to my 
bedroom. 

Was I surprised? Surprised isn't the word for it! 

When we got up to my room, he used one of my belts to tie my ankles 
together. I was tied up so tight, I could hardly move! Then he through me 
over his knee and began to spank my bare ass. 

And he hit hard! He was really mad! "You little brat!" he was yelling, "I'm 
going to teach you a little lesson. Maybe after this, you'll think twice 
about being such a prick-teaser!" 

He spanked me for quite awhile. Each time I felt his palm spank my naked 
ass, a sharp pain went through my body. Not a really bad pain, but it hurt 
enough to make my ass hot and red. 

But you know what, Doctor. I found it to be rather exciting. I had always 
dominated the men. Now, for the first time, I had a male dominating me. 
There was something about it that really turned me on and made me feel like 
a real woman! 

And I knew that it was turning him on, too. Each time he spanked me I could 
feel his crotch rubbing against mine. He had a giant hard-on under his 
pants, and it was rubbing right into my clit! I was almost ready to come 
right then and there! 

I wanted to get down on my knees in front of him and suck on that big tool 
of his. But I couldn't move! I was tied up tight as could be. 

Then Tad stopped spanking me. He laid me down, still tied-up, on my bed. 
Then he stood up and stripped off his pants. He had the biggest, most 
glorious erection I'd ever seen. His cock was all purple, and dripped juice 
from the end. Obviously, he couldn't wait to fuck me! 

But I was surprised again! He left my ankles tied together, but made me bend 
my knees so that my pussy was open and waiting. Then he told me that he was 
going to do a little teasing of his own. He stuck his head between my legs 
and began to eat me! 

Oh, did that feel super! No one had ever eaten my pussy before like Tad did. 
He sucked my cunt, and licked the pussy juice that was leaking out of my 
hole. But mostly, he worked on my clit. His tongue twirled and flicked on my 
pink clit at like a mile a minute! I couldn't believe that anyone could move 
their tongue that fast! 

Of course, I was getting turned-on like never before. What one of the best 
parts about it was that I was tied-up and helpless! He was dominating me! 

Just when I started to come, he climbed over me and rammed his stiff hard 
rod right up my hole! Oh, Doctor, it was sensational! 

He fucked me so fast and deep, I got dizzy! I had another orgasm right away, 
and when Tad finally shot his gooey come cream into my snatch I came again! 
It was great! 

And the whole time, I was tied-up and gagged! 

Well, we stayed together all weekend. I liked being tied-up and dominated by 
Tad so much that I pretended to be a tease again, and he got mad and tied me 
up and spanked me again, and then fucked me, once in my cunt and once in my 
asshole. It was super! 

Well, needless to say, Tad and I started seeing each other a lot after that. 
I liked the way he controlled me. I liked having a man tell me what to do 
instead of the other way around! 

We started getting more and more into bondage and domination. Tad brought 
some leather equipment-straps, whips, masks, that sort of thing. We tried 
out all sorts of paraphernalia, including dildos. 

Once, Tad even let me tie him up, and while I sucked his cock I ass fucked 
him with a dildo. It was fun, but I like it better when he's the master and 
I'm the slave. I like to feel him whip me or spank me, and then fuck me 
while I'm tied up. 

One day Tad suggested we take Polaroids of ourselves during one of our 
bondage sessions. God! Was that fun! When Tad wasn't around, I'd look at 
those photos, imagine that I was tied-down by him, and I'd masturbate until 
I came. 

Those are the photos they found at school, the ones you saw. Aren't they the 
greatest!" 

CONCLUSION 

Well, I was quite confused by this young lady. She was obviously very 
intelligent and didn't seem to be suffering any emotional disturbances over 
her new-found form of sex-play. Furthermore, she and this young man were 
obviously in love and this fact was preferable in many ways to having her 
give her body promiscuously all around town to any and all prospective 
lovers. 

The main problem, it seemed to me, was that for so young a girl she was 
over-sexed, and this could lead to problems in her later years. 

All I could do was recommend to this headstrong girl that she try to slow it 
down a bit, and hope that her intelligence would bring her to heed my 
warnings. I also suggested, in all candor, that in the future she be more 
discreet about where she kept her photographs. 

CASE HISTORY FOUR SUBJECT: Bridget O. 

AGE: Thirteen I 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Thirteen-year-old Bridget was my first appointment of the week. She was a 
short girl with a slim figure, a cute, impish face and long blond pig-tails 
that hung straight down on each side of her face. 

She was a happy-looking young lady, with a bright, cheery smile, rosy red 
cheeks and sharp blue eyes. But I knew that there was much for j the poor 
girl to be unhappy about. 

I wasn't sure about all the details, but the general situation seemed to be 
that some unfortunate incident had happened to her at school that was having 
a marked influence on her behavior. For instance, normally an excellent 
student, Bridget's grade had dropped to average and below. In addition, 
Bridget had been staying home from school quite a bit recently, complaining 
of various ailments. But up until recently, her mother informed me over the 
phone, she had hardly ever been sick. And the young thing certainly looked 
healthy to me. 

So I asked her into my office, had her sit down, and asked young Bridget to 
tell me what had happened. 

"Gosh, Doc, I don't really know where to begin. I mean, I've never been in a 
psychiatrist's office before! I guess I'm kind of nervous. 

I guess it all started the day the second semester began. You know, I was an 
honor student the first semester. Straight A's. Well, almost. I got a B in 
gym. Oh, that's all right, though. I guess I'm just not very athletic! 

Anyway, that was the day I met Joy. She's my best friend now, but she just 
came to school a little while ago. She moved here from Chicago. 

You'd like Joy. She's real pretty. Everyone likes her. 

Well, Joy and I had the same homeroom. She was my desk partner. You know, we 
have those old attached desks, and her is the one attached to mine. Since we 
were sitting right next to each other, Mrs. Furbish-she's our teacher-told 
me that I should show Joy around the school, you know, show her where the 
lunchroom was and stuff like that. 

Well, I didn't mind one bit. I could tell right off that Joy was friendly, 
the type of girl you'd want to hang around with. We became friends right 
away. 

It's really swell having a best friend like Joy. We do all sorts of stuff 
together. Like if we're playing Softball during gym, we always get on the 
same team. And we go ice-skating together, and horse-back riding. 

I guess that when our moms let us start to go out with guys we'll even 
double-date a lot. 

Of course, sometimes Joy and I sneak out to see boys anyway. After all, Doc, 
we're thirteen. That should be old enough to go out, shouldn't it? I know 
some girls who've been going out since they were twelve! 

Actually, Joy and I kind of already have boyfriends. Tom and Mike. They're a 
few grades ahead of us, and they're real cute. 

Sometimes we sneak out on Saturday night and we meet then at the movies. 
Actually, our parents know we're going to the movies. They just don't know 
that we meet our boyfriends there. 

You won't tell on me, will you Doc? Not that we do anything bad. I mean, we 
don't screw them or anything. We just sit up in the balcony and make out. 
Sometimes we French with them, but that's as far as we'll go. I won't even 
let Tom touch me on the tits, not even over my blouse. 

Joy lets Mike play with her boobs, though. She lets him slide his hand under 
her shirt, and she even lets him undo her bra. She likes the way Mike 
tickles her nipples. But she won't let him do anything else, like put his 
hand down her pants or finger her pussy. Not yet, at least. 

After all, we don't want to end up getting pregnant, like May Gardner, who 
had to leave school real quick for six months while she lived with her aunt 
in San Francisco. 

You know, Joy and I meet lots of guys. Tom and Mike aren't our first 
boyfriends. They're just the ones we have now. We used to go out with two 
brothers named Pat and Jack. But they were too fresh! They wanted us to 
screw them and stuff. 

Well, to get back to my story, Joy and I were becoming really good friends. 
We hung around with each other at school all the time. We had most of the 
same classes together. Homeroom. Spanish. Home Ec. And gym. 

Gym, yecchhh! That's where all this trouble started! 

Our gym teacher's name is Ms. Quinn. I hate her! And not just because she 
only gave me a B for the first semester, either. I hate her because she 
stinks! And I don't mean under her arms! 

She's a really strange woman. She's only about twenty-four years old, but 
she looks mean enough to be forty. She's got a lot of muscles and she's real 
strong. Her hair is cut real short, too. She almost looks like a man. And 
sometimes she acts like one. 

Some of the girls say she's a fag, but that's silly! I know that only men 
can be fags! 

You know why I hate her? For a lot of reasons. I'll tell you one good one 
right now. 

It has to do with Joy. 

Well, ever since Joy first came to the school, ever since the first day of 
gym class when Ms. Quinn was assigning lockers and handing out gym uniforms, 
you could tell that Ms. Quinn liked Joy. She used to treat her really nice, 
and rub up against her and touch her whenever she could. 

Especially after the first time she saw Joy in the shower. You know, after 
gym class, every girl has to take a shower. It's a rule. If you forget, you 
get points taken off your grade. 

Anyway, you should have seen Ms. Quinn's eyes pop out when she saw Joy 
naked! 

Joy's got a really fantastic body. Nothing like mine. I mean, I don't have a 
bad body. I am kind of skinny, but my skin is soft and my breasts are 
starting to get bigger. 

But they're nothing like Joy's! Wow, does she have big ones! They're real 
white and soft, and they stand up nice and firm without a bra or anything. 
And her nipples are so cute. They look like yummy red cherries! 

And Joy's not skinny, not like me. She's got a narrow waist, but her hips 
are getting wide and she has the cutest looking ass. 

Hee-hee. I feel like pinching it every time I see it! 

She's got beautiful legs, too, but the nicest thing about her whole body is 
her pussy. Joy's blond, like me, only my pussy is kind of dark. 

But Joy's isn't. Her whole pussy is covered by curly blond hair. And her 
pussylips are big and red, too. 

Wow! You should have seen old Ms. Quinn almost fall over looking at Joy 
while she took that shower! It was almost kind of funny, except that it made 
me a little jealous. 

Well, every time Joy used to take a shower, Ms. Quinn would make sure that 
she walked through the shower room at least four or five times. And each 
time all she'd do was stare at Joy's tits and pussy. 

One day she made Joy stay after class. She told her she wanted to discuss 
Joy's grade, and she got joy into her office and. closed the door and locked 
it. 

Joy told me what happened. She told me that Ms. Quinn wanted her to take her 
clothes off. Ms. Quinn told Joy that she knew a way to make Joy's cunny feel 
real good. Ms. Quinn wanted to lick Joy's pussy with her tongue. She walked 
over to Joy and started to feel her breasts. She rubbed her hands over Joy's 
tits, and then she started to rub her hand over Joy's pussy. Then she tried 
to kiss her! 

Well, Joy wasn't about to put up with any of it. No, sir. She jumped up and 
told Ms. Quinn that if she didn't leave her alone, that she was going to 
start screaming. 

I guess that's all it took. Ms. Quinn must have ,got scared, and she let Joy 
out of her office. She told Joy not to tell anybody about what she said or 
did. 

Well, of course, since I'm her best friend the first thing that Joy did was 
to tell me what Ms. Quinn had tried to do to her. I told her that she should 
tell the principal, Mr. Woods, but Joy said that no one would believe her 
and that she'd just get in trouble. 

The next day, after gym, Joy and I were sitting on the bench in front of our 
lockers, drying ourselves off. We had a free period that day, so we didn't 
have to hurry or anything. Joy and I just sat there talking, kind of 
comparing our bodies. We were both naked. I told Joy how pretty her tits and 
pussy were, and she said that she liked my body too. 

We started talking about what had happened between Joy and Ms. Quinn the day 
before. We both thought it was kind of funny, actually, that ugly Ms. Quinn 
would want to kiss Joy. 

Then something funny happened. I don't know if it was me or it Joy brought 
it up, but we started talking about what it would feel like to have someone 
lick your pussy. We talked about it for awhile, and the more we talked about 
it the more we felt like doing it. 

I mean, when we were talking about how good it must feel, my cunny started 
to get wet and tingly. And so did Joy's. I looked down, and saw the her 
pussy was getting wet. 

So you know what? We decided to try it! 

We put the towels down on the floor of the locker room. Everyone else had 
gone to class, so we were all alone in there. Joy lay down on her back, and 
she spread her legs apart. I kneeled down over her, with my head between her 
legs and with my pussy right over her mouth. That way, both of us could lick 
each other at the same time. 

I put my head up to her cunny and started licking at it. I licked all around 
her pussylips and I stuck my tongue into her hole. Mmmmm! It tasted so 
sweet! Like candy! Mmmmmm! I licked up all the juice that was in her hole. 

And she did the same to me. I could feel her tongue swirling all over around 
the outside of my cunny. Then, I felt it when she put her tongue up my hole 
and started to slide it in and out of me. 

Oooooh! Did that feel so good! Mmmmmmm! I remember that I started to feel 
all shivery and tingly. We started licking each other as fast as we could. 
Joy's legs started shaking, she liked it so much, and so did mine! 

Wow! We were licking each other for a long time. It was delicious! 

But then! Oh, boy. Then's when all the trouble started. 

Right then, Ms. Quinn walked in! 

Boy, was she mad! She started yelling and screaming! I thought for a minute 
that she was going to hit us!! 

But she just yelled and yelled. She called Joy a little two-bit slut, and a 
lot of dirty names. 

But I was the one she was after. She looked at me like she really hated me. 
She slapped me right across the face and told me that I was in for a lot of 
trouble. 

You know what, Doc. I think that she was jealous that Joy and I were licking 
each other's pussy. 

She told me that I was going to really get it. I started crying. I begged 
her not to do anything to me. 

She made us get dressed and follow her up to Mr. Woods office. She made us 
sit in the front room while she went back to talk to him. We couldn't hear 
what they were saying, but when she came out she had this really mean smile 
on her face. 

"Well, Bridget and Joy, Mr. Woods wants to see you. Go right in!" she said 
to us. 

Well, up to then, things had been going pretty bad. But getting caught by 
Ms. Quinn was nothing compared to what was going to happen to us in Mr. 
Woods's office! 

Oh, Doctor, it was terrible!! " 

At this point, young Bridget became very upset. She started crying, and she 
could hardly even speak. In view of her emotional state, I decided that it 
would be much better if we took a break here. The poor child was undergoing 
a severe emotional strain, and I needed a fairly unemotional, objective 
account of whatever had taken place that day in the principal's office for 
my diagnosis. 

So I sent Bridget home with her mother, who was waiting outside of my 
office, very concerned. I gave her mother the prescription for a mild 
sedative that would help ease Bridget's strain. I asked her if it would be 
possible to bring Bridget in tomorrow. She said she would. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

When Bridget returned to see me the next day, she was much more composed. 
The sedative, and a good night's rest, had done what I had hoped they would. 

When she sat down in my patient's chair, I asked her if she felt well enough 
to tell me the story of what happened that day. I impressed upon her the 
fact that it was vital for me to get as accurate an account as possible. She 
told me that she felt up to it. 

"Oh, I feel much better now, Doc. I slept a long time last night. And before 
I went to bed I talked to Joy on the phone. She told me that everything was 
going to be all right, that you were going to help me. 

You know, she went to a psychiatrist too because of what happened. There for 
a while, she used to cry all the time and everything. And she used to get 
real crabby, too. We even had a fight once! But we made up right away. 

You know what also makes me feel good? This is the second day in a row that 
I haven't had to go to school! 

Well, I guess I should get started, huh? I guess now's the time to tell you 
about what went on in Mr. Woods's office. 

Well, when we walked in there, both Joy and I were pretty scared. We knew 
that we were in a lot of trouble. 

I mean, any time you have to see the principal, it isn't good. But we knew 
that Mr. Woods knew about what we'd done, so we were pretty scared. We just 
kind of stood in front of him, shaking like leaves. 

Not that Mr. Woods is big or anything. He's not. In fact, he's kind of short 
and mousy. 

But it's his face that's scary. He's got such a mean-looking face. It's all 
kind of puckered up, like your skin looks when its been in the water too 
long. And his eyes! They're small and beady, and they kind of roll around in 
his eyes like little beads. 

And his mouth! It's always kind of grinning, but not because he's happy or 
anything. It kind of looks like he's thinking up dirty tricks to play on 
people all the time. 

And boy! Did he play a dirty trick or two on Joy and I that day! 

He was sitting behind his desk, just staring at us like we were the lowest 
people in the whole world. He was tapping his fingers on the desk, kind of 
like playing a drum. 

"Well, I suppose you two know what you're in here for," he snickered. "First 
of all, I want to ask you if what Ms. Quinn told me was true. She said that 
she caught you two on the floor of the girl's locker room in a very 
compromising position. To be precise, she said that she caught you tasting 
one another's female sex organ! Is what she said true?! " 

Joy and I nodded our heads. Oh boy, were we in for it! 

Mr. Woods banged his hand down real hard on his desk. It sounded like 
thunder or something. 

"I will not tolerate that kind of behavior from the girls in my school!" he 
yelled. 

Then he asked us if we knew how he punished young girls who've been naughty. 
Since I'd never been in trouble before, and since Joy had only been there a 
little while, we told him we didn't. 

"Have you ever heard of the paddle?" he told us. 

Then he got up and walked to his closet. He opened up the door, reached in, 
and pulled out this long piece of board with a handle on it. He walked over 
to us and told Joy to pull down her pants and bend over. He told me to watch 
while her gave Joy her whacks. 

Wow, Doc, that was really terrible! I had to stand there while he hit Joy 
right on her butt with that paddle. He smacked her pretty hard, and you 
could hear the loud slap that the wood made when it landed on Joy's ass. 

Wow, I thought, that sure must hurt! 

Of course, I was about to find out for myself. 

He hit Joy about four or five times. By the time he finished, poor Joy's ass 
was all red. She was crying, too. 

"All right, it's your turn for whacks!" Mr. Woods said to me. Now pull down 
your pants and bend over." 

I bent over and shut my eyes real tight. I was hoping that if I shut them 
hard enough, it wouldn't hurt so much. I got ready for him to whack me. 

Then I felt the paddle hit me right in the rear, so hard it almost knocked 
me over. I felt a sharp, stinging pain all through my body. It really hurt! 

Then he hit me again and again, each time harder than the first. He was 
really slapping my ass with that piece of wood! And it hurt! 

Well, he must have hit me about four or five times, and my ass was sore. It 
felt like it was burning up, like there were a million hot needles being 
stuck into me! 

Well, I couldn't stand it! I didn't care if he was the principal, I wasn't 
going to just stand there and let him whack my ass! 

So I stood up and pulled up my pants. I was mad! 

"See here, young lady, I'm not done punishing you yet! Pull down your pants 
and bend over again for more whacks! I will not tolerate such insolence!" he 
yelled at me. 

Well, Doc, I know it wasn't the right thing to do, and I don't know what 
made me say it, because I never talk that way. But I'm glad I did. I mean, 
he had it coming to him. 

You know what I. said to him right then? 

"Fuck off." 

That's right. I told the old buzzard to fuck off. 

Boy, you should have seen his face! You know what I did when I saw him 
looking at me like that, all shocked out of his mind? I started laughing at 
him. 

Well, that really did it! His face started to turn all red and he started 
shaking. When Joy and I saw him clench his fist, we got really scared. We 
tried to run out the door. 

But Mr. Woods jumped in front of us and locked it. 

"You're really going to get punished now!" he said, "and not by just getting 
whacked with the paddle!" 

He grabbed us by our wrists and threw us down on his couch. I don't know, 
maybe we should have fought him, but we were so scared of what he was going 
to do to us that we just sat on the couch, shaking. 

"Now you're going to find out how I punish the especially naughty girls!" he 
told us. 

He went back to his closet and took out a whole bunch of leather straps, and 
a whip. He told us that if we didn't want to get really hurt bad that we'd 
better take off all of our clothes. Woods told us that we better shut up and 
stop crying, or he was really going to give it to us. He told us to take of 
all of our clothes really quick, or he'd start whipping us till our skin was 
raw! 

Well, Joy and I were his prisoners. We didn't have much choice, so we 
stripped. The two of us were standing right in front of Mr. Woods, totally 
naked. 

You should have seen him then! The look in his eyes! He looked like he was 
on fire! 

And then I noticed something else. I noticed a big bulge in his pants, right 
in his crotch! 

Gosh, Doc, I'd never seen anything like it before in my life! Old Mr. Woods 
was standing there in front of us, sweating like a pig. He was looking up 
and down at Joy's pussy and at mine and that bulge in his pants kept getting 
bigger and bigger. I thought it was going to bust open any minute! 

"The punishment shall fit the crime, girls!" he said to us. Then he told us 
to get in the 'sixty-nine position.' 

Well, Joy and I didn't know then what he meant. We'd never heard of the 
sixty-nine before. Well, I guess Mr. Woods must have noticed that we didn't 
know what he meant, because he explained to us that we should start doing 
what we were doing when Ms. Quinn found us in the locker room. 

Well, to be honest with you, Doc, that didn't sound all that bad. I mean, it 
was fun the first time, and I was almost looking forward to tasting Joy's 
cunny again, and to having her run her tongue up and down my slit. 

So Joy lay down on the couch and I climbed over her, so that while I was 
licking her pussy, she was doing the same to mine. After being spanked by 
Mr. Woods, and half scared to death, it was kind of nice to be doing the 
'sixty-nine.' 

All the tension of getting spanked and of having to strip had gotten both of 
us pretty excited, I guess. I mean, when I saw Joy lying down on that couch 
waiting for me, I felt my pussy begin to throb and get hot and wet. And when 
I kneeled over Joy and began to suck on her twat with my mouth, she was all 
hot and wet too. The honey in her pussy tasted like sweet peaches! It was so 
yummy, I ran my tongue all over her slit. 

And she did the same to me. In a little while, we weren't scared at all 
anymore. We were just tonguing each other like crazy. It was neat. 

For a while, Mr. Woods just stood there watching. Then, when Joy and I 
started getting real hot, he zipped down his pants and took out his pecker. 
I looked over and saw him jerking his hand up and down on his dick! 

It was getting really big! 

Well, I could hardly believe it! I stopped eating Joy and I started to get 
up. I was scared, plenty scared. 

But then, I had reason to be. 

As soon as Mr. Woods saw that I wasn't sucking on Joy's cunny anymore, he 
hit me with the long black whip he had in his hand. He shouted at me to keep 
'eating her cunt.' 

Well, I was frightened now more than ever! But then the worst of it happened 
to us. Mr. Woods took those long black straps he had and started to strap 
Joy and I together in the sixty-nine. He wrapped the strap around the back 
of my head and under Joy's hips, and around her head and my hips, so that it 
was like our heads were tied right up against each other's pussy. He took 
more straps and tied our bodies together. We could hardly move an inch. We 
were totally at his mercy. 

"Now, I'm going to teach you girls the error of your ways!" Mr. Woods told 
us. He stared swinging that whip around, slapping it right against my bare 
ass and my back. I could hear each loud 'crack' each time the whip hit me, 
and I could feel a sharp, flashing pain throb through my body. 

Wow, Doc, there wasn't anything I could do. Mr. Woods just kept whipping me 
on my bare ass and back while Joy and I were strapped together. The only 
thing we could do was to just think about each other's cunny. Just try to 
forget that Mr. Woods had us tied up like that. 

I tried to pretend that there wasn't anything else except Joy's pussy, but 
each time that whip lashed against my skin, I remembered' what was going on. 

Mr. Woods was just standing next to us, laughing, jerking on his peter till 
he sprayed his white goo all over my shoulders, my neck and my head. 

After that, Mr. Woods untied us and let us go. But he warned that if we told 
anyone about what happened, it would only be our word against his and they'd 
believe him. And then he'd get us back in his office and really let us have 
it! 

Well, Joy and I were just too scared and ashamed to tell anyone about it. 

And it didn't stop there. Ever since that day, a couple of times a week, Mr. 
Woods makes us come into his office. Sometimes, he ties us up and whips us. 
Sometimes, he'll tie one of us up and she has to watch while he makes the 
other one suck and lick his penis until he shoots off his goo, and then she 
has to swallow it. Worst of all is when he makes one of us tie the other up 
and whip her, while he watches and jerks on his peter. 

That's the worst of all, because Joy and I both hate having to hit the other 
with that whip. We don't hit each other hard, but it's still so humiliating! 

Well, Doc, that's what's been going on at school the last few weeks. It's 
awful!! I never want to go back there again!! Oh, please, Doc, tell them not 
to make me go back there to Mr. Woods!! " 

CONCLUSION 

Quite obviously, the sick person in this whole mess is not Bridget, nor is 
it her friend Joy. Rather, it is the principal of the school, Mr. Woods. He 
was a dangerous man and I made immediate plans to report him to the proper 
authorities. If he was carrying out this torture over these two young girls, 
I was sure that there must be other victims of his psychopathic behavior. 

As for my patient, Bridget. While it is true that the young girl is not sick 
or perverted herself, I realized that the ordeal which she has been 
undergoing for the last several weeks could, if not properly dealt with, 
result in permanent emotional scars, especially in her views toward men and 
sex. I recommended that she continue to see me, perhaps once every two 
weeks, to undergo therapy which would enable her to fully recover from this 
frightening experience. 

She was a bright girl, with a good, stable home life. In a few months, she 
would be well on the way to leading a normal, healthy life. 

CASE HISTORY FIVE 

SUBJECT: Leslie J. AGE: Fourteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Leslie J. was a tall, voluptuous girl whom anyone would have guessed to have 
been at least four years older than her fourteen years. She had a pretty, 
experienced-looking face, with pouting lips and just a hint of freckles 
bridging her nose. Her hair was long and brown, and her eyes, of the same 
color, had a knowing look about them. 

Her breasts were large, round and firm, and if it had not been for the fact 
that Leslie was a tall girl, they would have appeared oversized for her slim 
body. She had a narrow waist, with broad, fertile-looking hips and thighs. 

She was, all in all, a very bewitching young lady. 

Leslie, despite her good looks, had had a rather confused childhood. Her 
mother died when she was young and her father, unable to handle the burden 
of raising a young girl, sent her to live with her aunt, Aunt Gracie. 

It was Aunt Gracie who had originally called me up to make the appointment 
for Leslie. She was a kindly old woman who wanted the best for her niece. It 
was obvious to me, however, after one conversation with the old bird, that 
she was totally unequipped to raise a teenager in today's society. 

As I was to find out in my interviews with Leslie, my impression of her aunt 
was right. Aunt Gracie sensed that something was wrong in her niece's life, 
but she had no conception whatever of how serious Leslie's problems were. 
When the young lady walked into my office, I asked her if she knew why her 
aunt requested that I see her. She said that she had a pretty good idea, so 
I asked her to tell me about it. 

"Well, Doctor, I've been running around, staying out late the last few 
weeks. She hardly ever sees me anymore, and when she does, she starts 
bugging me about where I've been, where I'm going and stuff like that. 

Well, she's an old bitty, an old, meddling bitty! So I yell at her. I tell 
her to get off my back! I'm sick and tired of her bugging me all the time. 

And then when I yell at her I can see that ,I've hurt her feelings, and so I 
start to cry. I cry a lot nowadays. 

Oh, Doctor, I'm so confused. My aunt has been so good and kind to me, 
raising me like I was her own daughter. I hate to yell at her. But then, I 
hate to have her bug me all the time. She's so old-fashioned, she just 
doesn't understand kids. 

But then, there's more to it than just my aunt and I fighting-much more. 

I guess I should tell you about it. 

There's this guy I'm in love with. His name's Vince. I've been in love with 
him since I was twelve, since the day I first met him over at May's house. 

I guess I should tell you the whole story, huh? I guess you want me to tell 
you about how I first met Vince. 

Well, May was a girl who lived on my street. She was an older girl, an 
eighteen-year-old college student. She and another girl, Alice, shared an 
apartment up the block. They were really nice to me and all my girl friends. 
We used to go over to May's all the time. 

Sometimes, we'd just sit around and talk and listen to records. May was such 
a grown-up to us. We couldn't believe some of the stories that she used to 
tell us, about the guys that she went out with and what she did on her 
dates. We were all pretty young then, but we knew about sex and everything. 
I suppose we were all pretty horny young girls, if you want the truth. 

Sometimes, May would get some pot and we'd go over there and smoke it with 
her. Boy, pot really gets me high! I feel like I'm flying way above the 
street, just kind of looking down on everyone. And it really makes me horny, 
too. Especially when May started to tell stories of the men that she spent 
the night with, and how the men would eat her pussy till it was dripping 
wet. Then, she told us, she'd make their cocks hard by sucking one them and 
then the men would shove their hard dicks right into May's hole. 

She told us if felt so good to have those juicy pieces of meat filling your 
hole! Well, it sure sounded good, too. Then she asked us if we'd like to try 
it. 

Well, besides May and her friend Alice, who was hardly ever home, there was 
me and my friends, Jamie, Julie and Anna. Well, even though we were all only 
twelve, except for Anna, who was thirteen, we told May that we'd love to try 
out sex. We all wanted to see if it was as good as she told us. 

And it all sounded even better when she told us that we could earn some 
money on the side. I asked her how we could do that, and she told us that 
she knew some real nice guys who wanted to meet us, and that these guys 
wouldn't mind one bit giving us some money if we'd do it with them. 

Well, gee, it sounded like the best of both worlds. We all said sure, so May 
told us to be over at her place early on Friday night. 

Well, we didn't realize it then-we were to naive and innocent-but now I know 
that May was setting up a brothel, and we were going to be the whores. 

Well, we were all pretty excited by the time Friday rolled around. My pussy 
was wet and throbbing all day just thinking about it. I mean, I was going to 
have a man go to bed with me for the first time! I could hardly wait to feel 
my pussy filled up by a nice cock. 

We got over to May's house that evening, and the first thing we noticed was 
there she had curtains hanging from all over her living room, dividing it up 
into sections. In each section there was a mattress with sheets on it and a 
towel. It was some setup! 

May passed around some joints and as we smoked, she told us what was going 
to happen. 

She really had it all worked out. Each one of us was supposed to pick out 
which section of the living room we wanted. Then, we had to take off all our 
clothes and lie down, naked, on the mattress. When the men started coming 
in, we were supposed to part our legs and smile at them and just plain look 
as sexy as we could. 

Then the men would come over to us and make love. May told us that besides 
fucking, we were allowed to suck on their cocks or to let them eat our 
pussies. But nothing more than that. May told us that if any guy told us he 
wanted us to do something 'kinky'-May didn't explain what she meant-that we 
were supposed to come and tell her and that she'd take care of it. 

Well, we were all stoned and getting pretty excited. I could feel my cunt 
starting to get all wet. I felt like sticking my hand down my pants, but I 
decided I'd better not. 

Then, we each picked out which section behind the curtains we wanted. I went 
behind my curtain and stripped off all my clothes. I started to run my hands 
over my body. First, I touched my breasts. Even back then, my tits were 
starting to get big, and I teased and squeezed my nipples. They got hard, 
and all shivery and tingly. 

Then I ran my hands down over my tummy and tickled me thighs. I started to 
massage my pussy. It was already getting pretty sticky, so I put my finger 
into it. Ohhh, did that feel good. It was the first time I ever masturbated, 
and I've been doing it ever since. 

Then, while I was pushing my fingers up my cunt, I heard the first knock on 
the door. I heard May open it and say hello, and then I heard a man's voice. 
May took him behind one of the other curtains, because I heard him talking 
to Anna but I couldn't really hear what they were saying. In a little while 
they stopped talking and I could hear them kissing. Then I heard kind of a 
sloshing noise, and then Anna kind of cried out for a second. 

That kind of scared me. But then Anna started moaning more like she was 
really digging it. I heard the man start to moan and pant, too. Then Anna 
even started screaming, but for some reason you could just tell that it 
wasn't a bad type of screaming at all. 

After that, a couple of more men came to the door. May took one of them in 
to meet Julie. The other one she brought in to my section. 

It was Vince! 

I was in love with him at first sight! 

Oh, Doctor, he's so handsome! He's tall and he's got a lot of muscles. But 
the thing I liked the most about him when I first saw him was his uniform. 
Gosh, I think that men in uniform are the most handsome of all. 

"Hi," he said to me, and I just about melted. "My name's Vince." 

Well, I was so excited that I couldn't even talk. All I could think about 
was having this handsome soldier put his big cock into my pussy! 

May helped me out a little bit. "Vince, this is Leslie. She's the best girl 
here!" she told him. Then she smiled at me and winked before she walked 
away, leaving Vince and me all alone behind the curtain! 

Wow! I was so nervous and so excited that I was shaking like a leaf! I was 
just sitting there on the mattress, trembling like a little kid. 

Vince sat down next to me and put his arm around me, really nice and gentle 
like he knew how nervous I was. 

"Hey, there, little girl," he said to me, "take it easy! Everything's OK. 
This is really your first time, like May told me, isn't it?" 

I nodded my head yes. I was embarrassed and I started to blush. 

"Hey, don't you worry one little bit!" Vince told me. "If this is your first 
time, I'm the man you want!" 

Then he started to kiss me. Wow! It was super! I'd never really been kissed 
much before, but Vince made up for lost time. In those next few minutes he 
taught me everything there was to making out! He stuck his tongue into my 
mouth and started to swirl and twirl it around in there. His lips pressed 
against mine, and his mouth sucked on my own tongue. It was like his mouth 
was drawing everything there was out of me! 

I was getting really hot, but I got even harder when Vince put his hand on 
my twat. He pushed a couple of fingers into my hole, but my cunt was so 
tight and his fingers were so big that they hardly fit. 

And then his fingers began to play with my clit. Well, Doctor, I'm sure you 
know what a clit is, but up to then I didn't even know I had it! 

But Vince sure did! He squeezed it between his fingertips and teased it 
until my clit started getting all stiff and hot. My body felt all hot and 
tingly! I started to moan and squirm around! 

And then do you know what Vince did! He got down on his knees, spread my 
legs apart, and buried his head right into my pussy! Ohhhhh!! Mmmmmmm! Did 
that feel absolutely wonderful! 

He moved his head around in circles while he licked my thighs, my pubies and 
my pussy. His tongue started to slid up and down my pussy-hole, and then it 
started to tease and flick against my clit. 

It was fantastic! I just lay back and let him do it. I remember, it was like 
I started to drift off into another world! I lifted my hips and started to 
grind them against his face! I spread my legs apart so that he could get a 
better shot of my beaver. 

Vince was really getting into eating me out! He was absolutely wild, he was 
eating me like he was starved or something! 

Then I started to come! At first, I was almost scared by what was happening. 
I felt my legs get all weak, like I couldn't control them anymore, and my 
tits started to shake like jelly! Hot flushes were throbbing all over my 
flesh! I started to scream out, I felt so hot and wild! It was ecstasy. 

And right then, right when I was coming, Vince did it! He reached down and 
undid his belt, and pulled his big, long cock out. It was so huge and great! 
He slid up and started kissing me. He reached one hand down and nestled the 
knobby head of his penis right at the entrance to my hole. 

He gave a little push, and the head of his cock fit right into my snatch. It 
was tight, but it didn't hurt. It felt good! So good, in fact, that I 
started coming again! 

Well, when Vince felt my cunt quivering around his dick, he knew exactly 
what to do. Let me tell you, Doctor, he was right when he said that he was 
the man I wanted for my first time! 

He gave a big thrust with his hips and sent his nice big cock ramming right 
up into my pussy! I felt the whole meaty shaft of his cock pressing against 
my tight cunt walls. I felt it slide up, inch by inch, until he pushed his 
cock head right through my hymen. I felt a little pop. 

But you know what! It didn't even hurt! I guess I was so horny that I just 
didn't feel it! 

Well, after that, Vince started sliding his dong up and down my hole, real 
slow at first, but faster and faster after that! Oh, it felt so far out. He 
fucked me for a long time, and then I could feel his warm, creamy gism 
pouring out of his cock and coating the insides of my pussy. Mmmmm, it felt 
delicious! 

Well, after that, we just lay there for awhile. We kissed a lot, and I knew 
that I was in love with him. Then I decided that I wanted to lick his cock, 
and when I asked him if I could he was really happy about it. He rolled over 
on his back, and I took it in my mouth and started to suck on his meat. I 
licked all the come off of it and swallowed it. Then it started getting hard 
and growing. Soon it was so big, I couldn't fit all of it in my mouth 
anymore! 

So I laid down on my back and spread my legs, and Vince climbed on top of me 
and fucked me again. We spent the whole night doing that. 

You know, Doctor, after Vince left, I found out that he'd paid May 
one-hundred dollars! Can you imagine? And I got to keep twenty of it! That's 
a lot of money for having so much fun! 

Well, Vince came back a lot, and he always asked for me. Sometimes, when we 
were done getting it on, we'd just lie there naked in each other's arms and 
talk. I told him about how I lived with my aunt and everything, and he told 
me that he was a corporal in the army but that he was going to get out in a 
few years and go back to school on the GI Bill. But best of all, we told 
each other that we were in love! Oh! I was so happy! 

But then something terrible happened. Vince came over to May's all worried. 
At first, he wouldn't tell me what it was and he yelled at me when I asked 
him. But when I started to cry, he told me what it was. He was getting sent 
to Vietnam! Well, the war over there was just about over so I asked him if 
he couldn't get out of it. But not Vince! He's too brave and loyal to get 
out of something that he knows he has to do. 

"No, honey," he said to me, "I'm scared, but I've got to go. You'll wait for 
me, won't you?" 

"Of course, darling," I said. Then, realizing that Vince was going to be 
gone for over a year, I started to cry again. 

Well, Vince and I wrote to each other a lot. I went out with a few other 
guys, but I remembered what I'd promised Vince, and I didn't ball any of 
them. Then one day, over at Aunt Gracie's, I got a call. 

It was Vince, home from Vietnam!! He said he had a motel room near my house, 
and told me he'd be over right away to pick me up. Wow! Was it sure good to 
see him! The minute I saw him coming up the walk I ran over and threw myself 
in his arms. We kissed for a long time. Then we got in his car and drove 
over to his place. 

When we got to his room, I was so happy! I hadn't had it from a man in over 
a year and a half, and I just couldn't wait to feel that big prong of his 
sliding up and down my cunt! 

But when he locked the door and turned around, I felt a chill run up my 
spine. He was looking at me real funny, like he was going to do something to 
me! I swear, I hardly recognized him. He was a different person. 

"What.. .what's the matter, Vince?" I asked him. 

He narrowed his eyes and glared at me. "You bitch, youVe been cheating on 
me!" he said, real mean. 

"No, Vince, no! I haven't touched anyone since you left!" 

He walked across the room and slapped me, real hard, right across the face. 
I fell down on the floor, he hit me so hard. I started crying, but he 
grabbed me by the hair, picked me up and slapped me again!! 

"Don't lie to me, bitch, I know! I know that all the guys over there had 
their girls cheat on them! I had a buddy whose wife sent him a Dear-John. 
You know what happened? He got shot! And it was his cheating wife's fault! 

"Well, I'm not going to let you get away with it! You've cheated, and you're 
going to pay for it!" he shouted at me. 

Then he went over to his suitcase and took out a long coil of rope. 

"I'm going to show you what we did to traitors in Nam!" he sneered at me 
viciously. 

Oh, Doctor, I couldn't believe what was happening!" 

At this point in the interview, the young girl started to sob hysterically. 
I calmed her down and informed her that I realized why she was so upset. I 
would elaborate next time. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

Leslie came to see me promptly at the time of our next appointment. She was 
obviously anxious to continue her story, and she began immediately. 

"Well, Doctor, if I remember right, I stopped talking when I started telling 
you about that first time with Vince in his room. I'm sorry I started crying 
like that, I really am. But you see, I still love him. I think I'll always 
love him, and it hurts me so much to think about things between us have 
become. Well, I was just standing there, crying my eyes out when Vince came 
at me with the rope. 

"We ran into a lot of traitors over there," he told me, "and after a while 
we realized that we can't treat them nice and easy. We had to be rough on 
them, really rough. Well, you're a traitor-you cheated on me while I was 
over there-and I'm not going to go easy on you, you little slut!" 

I cried and cried. I told Vince that I hadn't cheated on him but he wouldn't 
listen. And when I saw that he was going to get me no matter what I said to 
him, I ran to the other side of the room. I wanted to just get out of there. 

But it was no use. Vince was fast and he was strong. He leaped at me and 
tackled me to the floor. It was horrible! 

He sat on top of me, slapping me and hitting me with his fists. I tried to 
fight him off, but the harder I fought the harder he hit me, so after a 
while I just stopped struggling with him. 

Then he started to strip me! 

But it wasn't gentle. I mean, he didn't undress me. He didn't bother to undo 
any of my buttons or anything. He just ripped the clothes right off of me. 
Soon I was completely naked, lying on the floor in front of him. I was 
scared. 

But there was something else. Even though I was scared, I was still so happy 
to see him. I mean, he wasn't acting like he usually did. Usually he was 
kind and gentle. Like that first time, that first night at May's. 

But no matter how he was acting, it was still Vince. It was still the man 
that I was in love with. I wanted to marry him, to be the mother of his 
children. Sure, he was acting crazy. But he'd just come home from the war. 
Of course, he was going to act like this. But I felt that if I didn't reject 
him and if I showed him enough love, that he would become his old self 
again. 

Well, maybe I was wrong, but I'm not ready to give up yet. 

Well, he picked me up from the floor and carried me to the bed. I felt happy 
again. I was sure that he wasn't mad anymore and that now he and I could 
make love again just like before. 

But I was wrong! 

Vince picked me up in his powerful arms, carried me over to the bed and 
threw me down on it, real hard. 

"All right, baby," he told me, "now you're going to get it!" 

He got the rope that he had and began to tie my feet together. He tied the 
rope real tight so that it dug into my ankles, and it hurt! 

I tried to sit up and stop him, but he just pushed me back on the bed. And 
then when I started crying and screaming, he took off his belt and tied it 
around my mouth so that I couldn't even make a sound! 

Then he took the rest of the rope and started wrapping it around my body. He 
pulled it real tight, and it dug into my flesh. He pulled it especially 
tight around my nipples, squeezing my teats between the strands of the rope. 

It hurt a lot! 

But you know what, Doctor? I was starting to get excited! After all, I 
hadn't seen Vince in so long, and just he sight of him started my pussy 
creaming. But now, being naked in front of him really got to me. I was 
getting horny. I didn't know why he was tying me up or what he was going to 
do me after, but just the fact that it was Vince doing it made me get horny. 
Even the pain started to feel good, in a way that I don't really understand. 

Well, after he wrapped the rope around my body he tied my hands behind my 
back and made me roll over on his stomach. I was lying on the bed .with my 
tits and pussy pressed against the sheets. The only thing that Vince could 
get at was my ass. 

Well, up to then I had never heard of anybody being fucked up the asshole 
before and if I had I probably wouldn't have liked the idea. But right now, 
all tied up like that,. I suppose I didn't have much of a choice. 

Vince stripped off his clothes. I turned my head to look at him just as he 
pulled off his underwear. His big stiff prick stood out between his legs 
looking like the most glorious thing I'd ever seen! 

I mean, I hadn't seen or felt Vince's cock in a long time and when I finally 
did, it looked so gorgeous! I wanted to take it in my hands and just start 
feeling it and running my fingers over it. I wanted to make a circle out of 
my lips and just take Vince's wonderful cock into my mouth and suck and suck 
on it, and lick his balls and nibble on his thighs. 

After that, I wanted to feel his red hot prong gliding up my wet, sticky 
pussy channel! 

But I couldn't move! Vince had me tied down and gagged! 

And besides. He had something else in mind, something he'd learned from a 
Greek whore in Saigon. 

Vince got up and went into the bathroom. He came back to the bed with a jar 
of vaseline in his hand. He scooped a big gob of the lubricating jelly out 
of the jar with his fingers. He stuck two fingers up my ass and started to 
coat my asshole with it. 

I have to admit, his fingers sure felt good in there! 

Then he scooped out some more of the jelly and rubbed it all over his hard 
meat until his cock was all slippery and shiny. 

You know, I realized what he was going to do to me and I can't say I was 
really digging on the idea. I squirmed around on the bed and pulled at the 
ropes that Vince had tied around me. But the more I moved the tighter the 
rope seemed to get and the more it pinched my sensitive nipples. 

And in a way, I suppose I didn't really want to get away at all. I knew that 
Vince was going to shove his cock up my ass. I would have sooner have had it 
in my cunt, but as long as he was going to stick it into me somewhere, I was 
glad. I wanted him to take me any way that he felt like it!! 

Well, Vince lay down on top of me. I could feel the powerful muscles of his 
chest rippling against my back. And I could feel his throbbing hardness 
pressing against my ass. 

Then I felt the point of his cock as it started to enter my anus. His big 
prick head was pressing into my tight asshole, and it kind of hurt. I mean, 
no one had ever fucked me up the ass before. I was a virgin as far as that 
went. 

But he had both my ass slit and his cock well-lubricated with the vaseline 
and so his cock slid into me pretty easily. Oh, it was tight and it was 
painful. 

But the pain didn't matter to me. What did matter was that Vince was fucking 
me again! 

I couldn't do much more than lie there since I was completely bound up by 
the rope, so Vince did all the work. He pushed harder and harder, and the 
more he pushed the further his cock slid up my crack. I felt like my whole 
ass was full of Vince's meat! 

And once his cock was buried deep into me, he started to hump into me, 
pumping his cock up and down my asshole. He did it faster and faster and 
faster. He was really digging it! 

And you know what, Doctor? I was really digging it too! 

I started raising my ass to meet his thrusts, and I tried to contract my ass 
muscles so that they gripped his pole as he reamed it into me. He fucked me 
for quite awhile. Finally, I could feel his meat begin to jerk inside of me 
and I felt the warm, sticky cock juice as he creamed inside my hole. 

Well, I was so excited by being fucked by Vince again that I started to come 
too! I don't care if I was all tied up and I don't even care if it hurt! 

I loved it! And it was Vince who was doing it to me! 

Well, ever since that day, Vince hasn't been as mean to me. He never accuses 
me anymore of being unfaithful to him, but I still think he believes that I 
was. 

Why do I still think that? Because whenever we have sex anymore, he always 
has to tie me up like that. He almost always fucks me up the asshole. 
Sometimes we sixty-nine, but he won't ever fuck me in the cunt. It's like he 
doesn't think my cunt is good enough for him anymore or something! 

Well, Doctor, that's what's bugging me the most. I thought that if I went 
along with Vince, that if I was kind and loving toward him, that he'd change 
his ways and that we could go back to our regular, normal fucking. It's not 
that I hate what we're doing now. Actually, I like it. I enjoy being tied up 
by my man. 

But just every now and then, I'd like to have some straight sex. But he's 
been home for several weeks now and it doesn't look like he's going to 
change. 

Oh, Doctor, what can I do to help him?" 

CONCLUSION 

I told young Leslie that she was right, that her boyfriend did suffer some 
sort of emotional response to the war. But I also told her that I honestly 
did not think that she was the person to help him. 

I pointed out to her that she was still a young, impressionable girl and 
that to continue pursuing sexual experiences of this nature with the young 
man might harm her later outlook on sex. 

I told her that perhaps she might be able to persuade her young man to seek 
counseling with the Veterans Administration. In the meantime, I told her 
that it would be best if she curbed her liaisons with Vince until he got his 
head cleared up. I explained to her that love was not an easy thing, that 
love often entailed hurting the other person in order to help them. I 
pointed out that if she persisted in indulging the poor boy's strange sexual 
appetites that he might never be cured. 

Tearfully, Leslie acknowledged that I was probably right. When she left the 
office, I had the distinct impression that in the end, things for the two 
young levers would end well. I also had, however, for I have been in the 
psychiatric business a good while, the distinct awareness that the journey 
would not be easy. Still, Leslie had the will and she was determined. And 
besides, Vince still loved Leslie, albeit in a strange way. It made common 
sense to hope. 

CASE HISTORY SIX 

SUBJECT: Suzy S. AGE: Fifteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Suzy was a bouncy young girl, ebullient, brimming with charm. She was, in a 
word, cute. She was the type of girl that you would expect to find as the 
head-cheerleader or a home-coming queen and, indeed, she was a cheerleader 
for her high school football team. Her breasts were small but sensuous, her 
body petite, her figure more straight than rounded. Her most outstanding 
feature was her smile, a bright, wide, happy smile that seemed to stretch 
from ear to ear and showed off a beautifully sculptured set of pearl-white 
teeth. 

She was, in short, the type of girl you would expect to find living 
next-door. As I sat behind my desk, I wondered what in the world could have 
brought such a girl to see me. Her background was normal, her home life 
healthy, her intelligence above average. Everyone liked her, and she was one 
of the most popular girls in her school. 

This popularity, as it turned out, was at the root of her problem. 

Young cute Suzy began to tell me about it. 

"Well, Doc-you don't mind if I call you 'Doc' do you? Well, Doc, I guess you 
know why I'm here. I guess my parents told you about how I've been coming 
home with rope burns on my wrists. 

But you know, I have a very good reason for not telling them how I got them. 
It's because I don't want to get anyone in trouble. But you have to keep 
what your patients tell you confidential, don't you. I mean, you can't go 
blabbing what I tell you to my parents. So I guess I'll tell you. Actually, 
I'm dying to tell somebody. 

It's not that it bothers me that much. Oh, it gets to me a little. But I'm 
getting used to it. It used to bother me a lot more when it started. 

But I still feel like I should talk to someone about it. I mean, sometimes I 
feel that I'm a little weird, you know? It's not that I think I am weird, 
but I'd sure like someone to come right out and tell me that I'm not. 

So I guess I'll talk to you. You are a professional. And besides, you look 
like a pretty nice guy to me. 

It mostly has to do with Steve. He's my boyfriend. 

Steve "s a great guy. He's pretty good-looking, tall, well-built. And the 
best thing about him is his cock! Oooh, he's got a great, big, long, thick 
piece of meat and when he shoves it up my cunt it just about fills every bit 
of it! I just love to feel Steve's nice big dick pushing up and down my 
snatch. It's really wild! I mean, it feels like the grooviest thing in the 
world! 

But it didn't always used to be that way. There was a time when I wouldn't 
even let Steve touch my pussy. That's up until that one night. 

Oh! What a night that was! 

You see, Doc, I'm one of the cheerleaders for our high school football team. 
And, well, Steve is on the football team. He plays tackle. I imagine you 
know enough about football to know that the tackle is usually the biggest 
guy on the team. And the rough test. 

Well, at one time or another I've dated almost every guy on the team. The 
first one I started to go out with was Larry. He's the quarterback on the 
team and he's also the captain. 

You know how it is. The cheerleader is always supposed to date the captain 
of the football team. So, of course, the first time Larry asked me out I was 
supposed to go with him. I was supposed to be all giddy and excited at the 
idea. 

Well, to tell you the truth, I didn't really want to go out with Larry. Oh, 
he's good-looking and he's strong and he's really popular with the girls and 
all. But in a way that kind of turns me off. 

I mean, the problem is that he knows he's good-looking and popular. He 
thinks he's real hot shit. He's so conceited, and he doesn't try to hide it 
one bit. He's struts around like a goddamned rooster and he thinks that all 
the girls in the school are his slaves. It's like he thinks that all he had 
to do was snap his fingers and every girl would come running. 

I mean, take the first time he asked me out. Did I say asked me? Shit, he 
didn't ask me, he told me. I really mean it! He came up to me and said that 
I was going to go out with him on Friday night and no ifs, ands or buts. 

Well, like I said, I was the cheerleader so it was almost my 'sacred' duty 
to date the football team captain. 

Well, I'll tell you. I wish I'd turned him down! 

Call me naive, call me stupid, but I didn't realize just yet that not only 
was I supposed to go out with him, I was supposed to make it with him too. 

Larry took me to a movie, but the movie got out at eleven and I didn't have 
to be home till one so Larry suggested we go for a drive. At the time, it 
sounded like a great idea. How was I to know what he meant by that was that 
we were going to go to some secluded spot and 'park.' 

Well, Larry drove up to Midnight Point. That's a spot up on the cliffs 
looking out over the water. It's at the end of a lonely road, and there are 
trees all around. It's pretty isolated. 

When we pull up, there's about three or four other cars parked there, but 
there's no one sitting in any of the seats. 

"Wow!" I said to Larry, looking at all the cars that I thought were empty, 
"everyone must come up here to go for a walk along the cliffs." 

"Boy! Was I a dummy! 

Larry parked the car and turned off the ignition. There was a full moon out 
and everything was very pretty and all. Larry put his arm around me and we 
just sat there for awhile, not saying anything, just kind of looking out at 
the reflection of the moon on the water. Actually, it was real nice and 
peaceful. I kind of liked just sitting there with Larry's big, strong arm 
over my shoulder. 

But, of course, we didn't just sit there for long. 

Before I even knew what was happening, Larry started to kiss me. His mouth 
was completely covering mine and his tongue was licking the inside of my 
mouth and tickling my tongue. I almost felt like I was being choked by his 
tongue! 

And then his hand started grabbing at my tits. I was wearing a blouse and a 
bra, and Larry's hand was on top of my shirt, pulling and squeezing on my 
tit under my bra. He was being really rough about it. It was like he really 
didn't know how to fondle a tit. 

But it did turn me on a bit. Not the actual feeling up! That was clumsy and 
inexperienced. But the idea of having a guy feel my tit turned me on. 

Well, Larry and I really got into making out. I stuck my tongue into his 
mouth and my lips kissed him and sucked on his tongue. Our two wet holes 
were kissing each other hot and heavy. 

Then Larry reached his hand down between my legs. I had on a pair of jeans 
and he started rubbing me over the crotch. I could feel his hand through the 
material, rubbing my pussy. 

Well, I was getting pretty horny! I could feel the juice from my cunt 
soaking into my panties. 

Then Larry started to undo my pants. He unsnapped my top button and pulled 
down my zipper. Then he slid his hand down into my panties and started to 
stick his finger up my wet, dripping pussy. 

Mmmmm! It felt real good, and I started to squirm around and grind my cunt 
up against Larry's hand. I was really horny! 

Then Larry started to slide my pants down over my thighs. I lifted my ass up 
off the seat so that he could get my jeans down. He pulled them down to my 
ankles and I kicked them off. My panties, too. Then he pushed me back down 
on the seat and started to climb on top of me. 

Well, Doc, up to then I really didn't even know what I was doing. I mean, I 
was so carried away by making out with Larry and by having him rub my tits 
and my pussy that I just wasn't thinking. 

But when I felt him crawl over me and start to rub his bulge up and down 
over my twat, I started to realize just what was going on. I guess you could 
say that I came to my senses. Well, I definitely did not want Larry to fuck 
me. Oh, yes, I was kind of in the mood for fucking. I was pretty horny and 
my cunt was getting pretty hot and wet. But I didn't want to screw Larry. He 
was so stuck up and conceited, all I'd be was another 'conquest' to him. It 
would be all over the school by noon the next day. 

So I closed my legs together and told Larry that I didn't want to go any 
further. I asked him to please don't, to stop. 

But Larry was a big, tough football player. He always got his girl and he 
needed a story to spred around the locker room. 

He wasn't about to take no for an answer! 

He put his big hand between my thighs and forced my legs apart. Then he 
pulled down his zipper and took his cock in his hand. You know, Doc, for 
such a big guy Larry didn't really have such a big prick at all! 

And what's even worse, he was a pretty lousy fuck! 

He stuck his cock right up to the entrance of my cunt. His round, 
mushroom-snapped penis head pushed in between my pussylips and his started 
to slide his knob up my tight cunt. Larry pushed his cock as far into me as 
he could and started to stroke it into me as fast as he could. 

Well, Doc, I really didn't want to let him fuck me but I really didn't have 
any choice. He was just too big and strong for me to fight off. His weight 
just kind of pinned me down on the seat. 

After a few quick strokes, Larry came. I could feel his cock jerking around 
up in my pussy and I could feel the warm spray of his semen as he ejaculated 
into by hole. 

Larry started sweating and moaning and groaning while he came. He was really 
into it. As for me, though, well, I hardly felt anything. He was done so 
quick, and right after that he put his limp cock back into his pants and 
drove me home. I was pretty disappointed. I mean, he got me all horny and 
then didn't satisfy me at all. 

But just as I suspected, the next day he started bragging to all his 
football buddies how he'd 'fucked the shit' out of me. 

Well, before you know, I had just about every guy on the football team 
calling me up for dates. And like a stupid idiot, I went out with all of 
them, too. Of course, they only had one thing on their mind. 

Hell, sometimes they didn't even bother to take me to a movie or anything. 
They'd drive me straight to Midnight Point and expect me to drop my pants 
for them. Just like that. That's all I was to them. A sex object. 

Soon, I'd balled every guy on the team except for Steve. And doesn't it 
figure, though, that Steve was the one guy that I really liked. He's the one 
guy that I really wanted to ball but for a long time I never did because he 
never asked me out. 

I can understand that, though. Steve's a pretty sensitive guy. He's the 
biggest boy on the team but he's also the shyest, the quietest. 

He's very sensitive. I found out later that the reason he didn't ask me out 
was because all the other guys were always bragging about screwing me and he 
didn't want to ball somebody that all the other guys on the team were 
balling. 

I guess he thought I was a slut. 

But I liked him, I guess because he was the only guy on the team who wasn't 
after me just to get laid. I decided that he was the man for me. So I set my 
mind to getting him. 

During all the games, I'd always make sure that he noticed me while I was 
cheering. And during school I always used to go up and talk to him. We had a 
couple of classes together and I'd call him up for the assignments or I'd 
see him at the library and ask him to help me with my homework. 

I'd really flirt with him. You know, smile at him a lot, touch his arm and 
stuff like that. Sometimes I would even purposely rub my ass up against his 
leg. 

But he still wouldn't ask me out. Finally, I gave up on trying to get him to 
ask me, so I asked him. He blushed and turned all red, but he said yes. 

He took me to a movie but all we did was hold hands on the first date. He 
didn't even try to make it with me or anything. On the second date he kissed 
me goodnight. 

On the third date, with a little coaxing I got him to drive out to Midnight 
Point. 

But you know, once we got out there I felt kind of bad. I mean, Steve was 
different from all the other guys but here I was with him, parked out on the 
cliffs, getting ready to make it just like he was any other guy on the team. 
I mean, I wanted it to be different with Steve. 

Well, as it turned out, it was different. But not in the way I expected it 
to be! 

We got into the back seat and started making out. Gradually, somehow we 
worked ourselves out of our clothes until we were both completely naked. 
Even though it was dark out, I could see his big fat prick, standing up and 
throbbing between his legs. 

Steve ran his hands over my tits and squeezed my nipples between his 
fingers. He lowered his head and started to suck on my buds. Mmmmm! Did it 
feel good when he bit on my tits and ran his tongue in circles over my 
nipples. 

Then he lowered his head even more and started to eat out my pussy. Let me 
tell you, Doc, Steve sure knows a hell of a lot more about sex than Larry 
does. In fact, Steve was better lover than the rest of the team rolled into 
one! 

Mmmmm! It felt so good for him to suck on my cunt! He knew just what to do! 
His tongue licked up the pussy juice that was dripping out of my hole and 
his tongue teased my clit. I began to get all warm and tingly. My whole body 
was tingling, it felt so delicious! 

Then Steve stopped eating my cunt and he started to rub his cock up against 
it. He was getting ready to fuck me! Well, like I told you, Doctor, I wanted 
to ball Steve. But then, in a way, I didn't want to. I mean, if I put out 
for him parked up there it would have made him just like any of the other 
guys. 

So when I felt him start to push his cock into my pussy I stopped him. I 
pushed him off me and slid to the other side "of the back seat. 

"Please, Steve, I don't want to right now," I told him. 

"What?" he said. "You've put out for every other guy on the team, you little 
slut! What's so different about me that you won't let me fuck you?" 

"That's just it," I answered. "You are different. I like you much more than 
I like any of them. If I let you fuck me now, it would be too.. .too cheap! 
Now, can you please take me home?" 

"My ass if I'm going to take you home," he said. "I've been waiting for a 
long time to get into your pants. And now that I have the chance, I'm sure 
as hell going to ball you!" 

"No!" I yelled. "I won't let you!" 

"The hell you won't!" he yelled back. 

I opened up the back door and started to get out of the car. But Steve 
grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me back in. He locked the doors. I tried 
to pull away from him, but he was too strong. He pushed me on my back and 
tried to screw me but I was fighting him too hard, kicking and hitting him 
with my fists. 

So he reached under the front seat and pulled out the battery cables that he 
always kept there. I didn't know what he was going to do at first, but then 
I realized. He was going to tie me up with them!" 

At this point, Suzy's half-hour session was over. As I had several other 
patients to see that day, I asked her if it would be possible for her to 
come back another time. She smiled and told me that she wouldn't mind at 
all. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

When Suzy returned for her next appointment, she wasted no time in 
continuing her story. 

"Well, Doc, I think I left off when I was telling you about Steve tying me 
up. I have to admit, when he started wrapping those battery cables around my 
wrists and ankles, I got scared. I started to imagine all sorts of horrible 
things that he might do to me. I started screaming for help. But Steve put 
his hand over my mouth to stop me and then he picked up his shirt and stuck 
it in my mouth to gag me. He tied it behind my head. 

Steve tied my wrists together behind my back. He pulled the cables real 
tight and tied a knot. I couldn't even move my arms! And he tied my ankles 
together, too! I was helpless. 

I mean, I was just lying there, all naked and trembling in the back seat of 
Steve's car. I was his prisoner! 

"All right, Suzy," he said to me. "You've balled every other guy on the 
team. Now you're going to find out what it's like to be fucked by the best!" 

Steve climbed on top of me and pushed his cock up my twat. Ohhhhhh, was it 
big and meaty! I could feel the big knob on the end of his shaft pressing 
into my flesh and it inched its way deeper and deeper into my hole. 

Soon he had all of it shoved way up into me. It was incredible! I felt as if 
my whole twat, every inch of it, was full of Steve's horny boy cock! 

Well, at the same time I didn't cotton to the idea of being tied up while 
being fucked. I started to wiggle and squirm against him. I bucked my hips 
into him and I closed my legs, trapping his cock inside my cunt! 

But all that did was turn him on even more! 

Steve braced himself over me and began to pump his ass up and down, reaming 
me with his nice, big dick. He shoved it into me slowly at first but then he 
began to build up momentum. He really had some cock. Soon he was really 
fucking me, as fast as he could, and I stopped fighting him and tried to 
move my hips in the same motion as his thrusts. We had a real harmony built 
up, fucking away like that, pounding our sweaty bodies together like there 
was no tomorrow! 

Wow, Doctor! It was turning into the greatest fuck of my whole life! 

Steve was banging into me as hard and fast as he could, and I loved every 
bit of it! He's got a good, stiff cock and he really knows how to use it, 
too. Steve was ramming his hot, wet cock right up my cunt and it felt so 
fantastic! 

What I really liked, though, besides the way that Steve was fucking me was 
the way I was tied up. It was something new to me and I was really getting 
into it. It was like Steve was my master and I was his woman slave. My only 
purpose was to satisfy his desires! 

I mean, I was his, totally and completely his, for him to do whatever he 
wanted to do with me. And you know what? That's just the way I liked it! 
Then, all of a sudden, I felt my cunt begin to pulse, all prickly like, and 
the pulsing started to throb up my back and into my head. Then! Oh, wow! I 
started to come!! 

It was like I was exploding or something! All I could see were stars and 
colors. My whole body began to shake and shiver, my cunt and tits got really 
sensitive and I felt tingles in my fingers and my toes. 

It was super!! 

I'd never, ever come like that before, not with any of the other guys on the 
team, not even when I masturbated. 

Steve really was right! He really was the best!! 

Then Steve started to come with me. I could feel it as his big meat started 
to jump around inside my pussy. Steve started to moan and he started to 
nibble on my earlobes and kiss me on my eyes. 

I could feel it as his warm, creamy gism spurted out of his cock and started 
to coat my insides. It was so sticky, so soothing! 

Mmmmmm! It was indescribably delicious! 

Boy, doctor, I'll never forget what a fantastic night that was! Up to then, 
no one had ever fucked me like that! But then, up until that night no one 
had ever tied me up, either. 

I was in love with Steve from that night on. 

Needless to say, of course, that was only the first of many times that we've 
fucked together. Shit, Doc, Steve and I must get it on four or five times a 
week. 

After school, sometimes, we go over to his house or my house, depending on 
whether or not our parents are home. It's especially good at his house. His 
parents have a great big old-fashioned bed. You know, the kind with the four 
posts, one in each corner? 

Anyway, his dad's out of town a lot and sometimes his mom works late, until 
about seven, so that gives us plenty of chances to make it over there. The 
good thing about the bed is that Steve can use clothesline to tie me up 
spread-eagled on the bed, with my legs and arms pulled apart. 

And when he has me tied down like that, boy, watch out! He turns into a real 
tiger! I swear, Doctor, it seems as if each time Steve and I have sex he 
just gets better and better. I mean, sometimes I'll have three or four 
orgasms right in a row, before he even has one! But my favorite way of 
getting it on is to be tied down on that big bed. Ohh, it's far out! 

Sometimes, he gets down between my spread-open legs and he just eats me out 
for an hour at a time. And what a mouth he has! His tongue flicks at my clit 
and he runs it up and down my pussy, like he's fucking me with his tongue or 
something. He practically buries his whole face up my pussy and licks me 
crazy! 

I feel like climbing right up the wall. Sometimes, he gets so intense that I 
can hardly stand it! I want to pull off the ropes and roll around, but those 
ropes are always tied so tight around my wrists that I can't even move. 

Other times when he has me tied down, hell climb over me and make me suck on 
his cock. I pretend that I don't want to because it turns him on more when 
he has to force me to suck him. But I love swallowing Steve's cock! I love 
to have that meaty, hard thing squishing around in my mouth! 

But best of all is when he crawls up between my legs and fucks me. I squirm 
and wriggle around like I'm trying to get away. Sometimes, I even scream 
that he's raping me. When I do that, Steve always has to tie a gag in my 
mouth. Then he climbs on top of me and practically rapes me! 

Wow! Doctor, it's so exciting that way! 

I bounce around on the bed like I'm trying to get free. I pull and struggle 
with the ropes, and that's when they dig into my wrists and ankles. I guess 
you've figured it out by now that that's where those mysterious rope bums my 
parents are so worried about are coming from. 

But you won't tell anyone, will you, Doctor? I mean, it's not hurting me or 
anything. In fact, I guess you can tell that I actually love it! 

I love being tied up, gagged and fucked or eaten. 

It really turns me on!" CONCLUSION 

It was apparent to me that there was nothing seriously wrong with this young 
lady. She was not being hurt in any physical way by her newly-discovered 
form of love-play and it appeared that, on the surface, she was in no way 
mentally scarred by it either. 

I wondered, however, if she would have ever gotten so totally enamored with 
the bondage scene if it had not been for her early promiscuity with the 
members of her high school football team. She was obviously quite bitter 
about those experiences. So it seems possible that she became deeply 
infatuated with this young man, Steve, who was the first one who came along 
who struck her as being different from the others. 

And as for the rope burns and her parents. I told her that I would not 
'fink' on her, as she put it, about how those burns came about. But I also 
told her that, unless she desisted in being tied up by her boyfriend, her 
parents were going to become more and more concerned. Eventually, they would 
find out. I recommended that perhaps she and her young man ought to try a 
more normal form of love-making to see how that might appeal to them. 

CASE HISTORY SEVEN 

SUBJECT: Janet Q. AGE: Sixteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Janet was a tall, willowy girl with a mature face framed in a pert, page-boy 
type of hairstyle. She wore a tight sweater which clung deliriously to her 
two large, already-developed breasts and her short mini-skirt displayed her 
long, lovely legs which were deeply tanned. She was, all in all, a very 
attractive girl who was already very much a woman. 

But young Janet had a problem which was posing a dire threat to her peace of 
mind. It involved jealousy, spanking and lust. But most of all, it involved 
that most ancient of sexual taboos, incest. 

Janet came to see me of her own volition. 

When I ushered her into my office she appeared to be already quite upset. I 
tried to reassure her that there was nothing to be scared or ashamed of and 
I told her to start wherever she felt more comfortable. She lay down on my 
couch, close her eyes and began to tell me all about it. 

"Well, Doctor, I guess I should tell you about what my life was like when I 
was a younger girl. Especially from the time I was ten on. 

Well, I was pretty happy as a little girl. I never had any brothers or 
sisters but my mom and dad got along real well and our family was very 
close. 

But then, when I was ten, my mom got cancer. At first we thought that she 
might be able to fight it. She went in for treatments a lot. Sometimes she'd 
be gone for weeks at a time. 

I remember when I was little then, that my dad used to tell me that my 
mother was going on a trip. I used to miss her a lot, but it was okay 
because every few weeks she'd be home again and it would be like old times. 
But then I remember when Daddy told me one day, with tears in his eyes, that 
Mommy had gone on a real long trip and that she was never coming back again. 

Well, Daddy and I both cried almost all night. It wasn't like I knew that 
she was dead or anything. But the idea that she wasn't coming back to see me 
made me real sad. 

I remember, too, that that was the first night I slept with Daddy. I huddled 
up real close to him and put my little arms around his neck and we cried 
each other to sleep. 

You know, I think he missed Mommy as much as I did, if not more. He was 
really lonely and lost without her. 

Well, after that night, Daddy and I started sleeping together a lot. In the 
same bed, I mean. Nothing sexual ever happened between us, not for years 
after. 

Well, from then on I was Daddy's little girl and he spoiled me rotten. It 
was as if I was taking the place of my mother. Nothing was too good for me. 
I had the best clothes, I went to the best schools and I traveled with the 
best people. I had everything I always wanted. He even bought me a sports 
car for my fifteenth birthday, and I didn't even know how to drive yet! 

But there was a catch. I hardly had any freedom. Daddy kept such a close 
watch over me that I was almost a prisoner. 

I mean, he wouldn't let me go out with any guys until I was almost fifteen. 
And even then, he had to personally screen every one of them to find out 
whether or not he was going to be good enough for me. And when I did go out, 
we had to outline every little detail of what we were going to do and where 
we were going to do it. 

I always had to be home by midnight. 

And when I did get home, he'd just about give me the third degree about what 
I'd done. For example, if I went out to dinner I had to tell him what I ate, 
what the place was like inside, what the waiter looked like and jazz like 
that. 

And if I went to a movie (of course, none of them could be R or X-rated) I 
had to tell him what the plot was like, who was in it, even where I sat in 
the theater. 

I loved him and I liked the way he spoiled me, but he was treating me like a 
dictator. I realize that, after losing my mother, I was all the poor man had 
left. That's why he was being so over-protective of me. 

But really, Doctor, it was stifling! I had no freedom at all. 

In fact, he was really even picky about letting me sleep over at my 
girlfriends' houses. 

Finally, I'd had it! Mary Ann, my best friend, was having a big slumber 
party for the girls in class. In the beginning, he refused to let me go. But 
I wasn't about to stand around and let him keep me chained down for the rest 
of my life. 

So I started to yell and scream at him. Well, I'd never done it before and 
it took both of us by surprise. Then, even while I kept on yelling at him, I 
started to cry. I felt kind of bad. 

But then I looked up and I noticed that tears were rolling out of my dad's 
eyes, too. He was looking at me real funny, like, kind of happy and kind of 
sad. 

"You're just like your mother when she used to get mad," he told me. Then he 
decided he'd let me go to the party after all. 

Well, after that for a long time he never bugged me anymore about where I 
was going or with who or any of that stuff. He even started to let me stay 
out until one in the morning. 

And it's a good thing, too, because the night of Mary Ann's slumber party is 
when I met Bill. And my whole life sure changed after that! 

Bill is one of the teachers at our school. His class in English Lit is 
-probably the most popular one in the whole curriculum. And not just because 
Bill is such a good teacher, which he is. The main reason, though, is that 
just about every girl in the school has a wild crush on him. 

Well, up to that night, I'd hardly ever had any experience with men. I have 
to admit, my dad's surveillance had done the job. Only two guys had been 
able to fuck me up till then, and I was really the one who fucked them. 

One of them, my first, was taking me to a movie. Well, fortunately there was 
a long line outside the theater. I told this guy-his name was Bill, too-that 
the same movie was playing in a drive-in only a short drive away. 

We ended up going there. I practically forced him into the back seat of his 
car. We made out for awhile and then I undid his zipper and pulled it out of 
his pants. Then I pulled up my dress and pulled off my panties and I sat 
down right in his lap. 

After a few pushes, he came. It was the first time for both of us. I think 
he probably enjoyed it more than I did, but that was okay because at least I 
wasn't a virgin anymore. 

The second guy happened at one of the dances at school. I go to an all-girls 
prep school but every month we have a dance where we invite the guys from 
the boys' schools in the area. 

Well, I met this one guy named Kent. He was kind of cute, but actually he 
was kind of conceited and thought he was even better looking than he really 
was. 

And besides that, he thought he was a real operator, and real man with the 
ladies. 

Well, it ended up that after a few dances he asked me to walk out to his 
car. He said he had a bottle of vodka out there and that we could get drunk. 
Well, there were a lot of chaperones around so it wasn't easy to sneak out 
but we managed it. Then when we got out to his car, he took out the bottle. 
I don't really like liquor, so I didn't drink much. 

But Kent sure did! After a few swallows, he started to act drunk. We were 
sitting in his car and he started to make out with me and he started to 
feel-up my tits. 

But that was fine with me! Like I said, he was kind of cute and I had no 
desire to stop him from doing anything he wanted to me. 

But all the jerk did was kiss me and feel my tits under my dress. Hell, he 
didn't even touch my bare skin or anything! 

Maybe he was too drunk. I really think he was even more inexperienced than 
me, if that were possible. 

So I decided that I'd take the initiative. I began to undo his pants, and I 
took his hand and place it on my thighs. I started wiggling my loins against 
him. 

"Hey, what are you doing?" he asked me when I pulled his cock free and began 
to run my hand up and down his shaft. 

"I'm getting you hard so that you can fuck me!" I told him. 

Well, he could hardly even believe it! Before he even knew what hit him, I 
pulled him over on top of me, took his cock in my hand and shoved it up my 
pussy. Well, it was so funny, in a way, because he didn't know what to do 
next. So I locked my ankles around his ass and started to move around my 
hips and hump my thighs over his crotch. 

I don't know what it is about me, Doc, but I just seemed to catch on 
immediately to what fucking was all about. I felt that if I moved around in 
the right way that Kent would catch on. 

Well, after a couple of seconds he got the idea and he started to slide his 
cock up into my pussy. But he no sooner got it into me than he came. Hell, 
he was even a worse fuck than the guy in the drive-in. 

But then came the night of the slumber party and my first experience with 
Bill. 

Well, like I told you, Doc, Bill was the most popular teacher in the school. 
He was tall and good-looking but what excited all the girls more than that 
was that Bill was an older man. He was about thirty-five or so and his hair 
was turning a bit gray at the temples. He was very distinguished and erotic 
looking. It was really an experience to sit through one of his classes. The 
way he talked, the way his eyes looked right into yours, the way he'd sit 
right down on your desk sometimes when he lectured.. .ohhhh, sometimes I 
cream in my pants just thinking about him! 

Well, since all the girls in the school felt this way about him, Mary Ann 
decided that it would be far out if we invited him over to the party for 
awhile. Since Mary Ann was too shy, I volunteered. My heart was beating a 
million miles a second when I went up to him after class. I was pretty 
damned nervous, but I was also pretty excited, too. 

I told Bill that on behalf of the other girls, I was inviting him over to 
Mary Ann's that night. Her parents would be gone until eleven so I told him 
it would be cool for him to show up. 

"You said 'on behalf of the other girls,' Janet," he told me. "What about 
yourself. Do you want me to come over?" 

"Wow!" I told him, "Gee, Bill (he insisted we all call him by his first 
name), of course I meant myself, too. Gosh, I want you to stop by more than 
any of them." 

Well, I didn't realize how forward that I'd sounded until after I'd said it, 
and I started blushing. But it turned out to be all right. 

He smiled at me, a big, handsome smile that meant he had something in mind. 

"Look, Janet," he said, "I can't stop by at the party-at least, I can't go 
in. If one of the girls told her parents that I'd been there when no one 
else was around, it might get me in a lot of trouble. 

"But I've got another idea. Apparently, you like me. And I have to admit 
that you're one of my favorite students. Why don't you slip out for a while 
and meet me around the corner. You know what my car is like. I'll be 
waiting!" 

Well, I could hardly believe it! I was so nervous for the rest of the day 
that I don't even remember what happened. But I didn't tell any of the other 
girls about it, not even Mary Ann. 

Well, when I got to the slumber party I was still nervous. I was hardly even 
saying a word. When the time came to meet him, I almost got too scared to 
go. And then I felt something even worse. What if he didn't show up? 

I was wearing the sexiest clothes I owned, a black see-through shirt that I 
tied in a knot so that it clung real tight to my tits. And I had on a pair 
of super-tight jeans that showed off my cunt and my ass. I told Mary Ann 
that I was going out for a walk and then I slipped out of her house. 

As soon as I turned the corner, I saw Bill's car, a gray Mercedes. I ran 
over and got in the passenger side. We started to kiss and it was so great. 
My heart was pounding like crazy and my panties were starting to get soaked. 

Bill was pretty excited too. He had a giant hard-on that was making a big 
bulge in his crotch. 

Mmmmm! It looked delicious! 

In fact, it looked so good that, as Bill drove us quickly over to his place, 
I undid his zipper and started to suck on his cock. It was kind of funny 
because he almost crashed a few times on the way over. 

"Jesus Christ, Janet," he said, "if you suck any harder, you're going to 
kill us both!" 

Well, I did suck harder but the only thing that happened was that, just as 
we drove up to his apartment building, Bill began to spurt his juicy, creamy 
white come into my mouth. It tasted wonderful, like a Vanilla malted, and I 
swallowed every drop and licked his cock clean. 

But he had plenty left! We went up to his apartment and for two hours we did 
nothing but fuck and suck each other. It was fantastic!" 

It was now five o'clock. My office hours were ending and I asked Janet if 
she could return on one of the succeeding days. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

Up to this point, I had yet to discern any serious problem with young Janet. 
However, in the course of the second meeting I was to find out what was 
bothering the youngster. Indeed, it turned out to be a serious problem. 

"Well, Doctor, that first night with Bill was pure heaven! Tie took me back 
to his apartment and led me straight into his bedroom. In just a minute, we 
were both stripped. 

What a cock Bill has! Mmmmm, I get all horny just thinking about it. And 
that first night, well, it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. 

Bill and I lay down on his bed. For a while, all we did was kiss and run our 
hands over each other's body. Bill fondled my nipples and ran his finger 
into my pussy slit. It felt divine and made me get hotter and hotter. 

But that was nothing compared to what he did next! 

He slid down along the bed until his mouth was right over my cunt. Then he 
started to lick it and suck on my clit! It was out of this world. It was the 
first time that anyone had ever eaten me out before and I was loving every 
bit of it. 

After he did that for quite awhile, he climbed over me and stuck his cock up 
my love-tunnel. Oooooh! That nice, hard red length of muscle felt so great 
in my cunt! 

Well, he fucked me for a long time, and right after he was done he started 
eating me out again. Then he fucked me again and I had my first orgasm, 
ever. Boy, was that something else. My head started pounding and my body 
went into convulsions. Every nerve in me was tingling like crazy!! 

Well, by that time it was almost eleven, when Mary Ann's parents would be 
getting home. Bill dropped me off around the corner and I got back there 
just in the nick of time. 

But we made a date for the next night. Like I told you, after I yelled and 
cried that night my dad never bothered to check up on me anymore, so it was 
pretty easy for me to get out anytime I wanted to. 

And with a stud like Bill waiting to ball the hell out of me, I wanted to 
get out a lot! 

Shit, sometimes I'd even go straight over to his place after school and we'd 
fuck ourselves crazy before I even got home to make dinner for my dad and I. 

Bill used to tell me that I was turning into a sex monster. I used to want 
to sneak off during lunch to get it on but Bill was too cautious to do 
anything like that. Actually, I can't blame him one bit. 

But can I help it if I dug sex with him? I'm really a very sexual person, 
Doctor, and I was absolutely elated to find an older man like Bill who could 
fulfill my sexual needs. 

I just loved to feel the thick, round head of his hard cock press into my 
pussy flesh. And the way his tongue could tease my clit until it became 
stiff and hard was really something else! 

Yes sir, Doc, Bill was some lover! I think every young girl should have an 
older man like Bill introduce them to the joys of sex. 

Well, this affair between my older teacher and I went on for quite a while. 
But then my dad started to get suspicious. 

And that's when the trouble started. 

I guess it all really began when my father started trying to get strict with 
me again. It was something he probably never should have tried to do. I 
mean, I'd had a free reign for a couple months and now he was trying to 
corral me again. He started asking me where I was going, who I was going 
with and all the other old questions. Usually I'd have to lie. I didn't like 
doing that to my dad, but he kind of forced me into it, don't you think? 

But then I did something that blew the lid off the whole thing. 

I didn't come home by one o'clock. In fact, I didn't come home until early 
the next morning. 

You see, Bill and I had had a real heavy night of balling and we were so 
tired that we just ended up falling asleep. By the time we woke up, it was 
five in the morning. We got dressed as quick as we could and Bill rushed me 
back to my house. 

I'd never been out past my curfew before. That's the one concession that I'd 
made to Dad. So I was plenty scared when I tip-toed in at five-thirty in the 
morning. 

But you know that old saying, 'Give them enough rope and they'll hang 
themselves'? Well, I think that's what my dad had been doing all along. I 
think he actually wanted to catch me doing something wrong. Because when I 
walked in the door, he was standing there waiting for me. He looked pretty 
mad and he had a big, black leather belt in his hand. He was slapping it up 
and down on the palm of his hand. 

"All right, young lady, where have you been?" he asked me. 

Well, I'd be damned if I was going to tell him! 

"Leave me alone!" I told him, brushing past on my way upstairs. "I'm tired 
and I'm going to sleep!" 

Well, I'd already made one mistake by staying out so late. But talking back 
to him like that was even a bigger mistake. 

He exploded! I mean, he just went crazy or something! 

He reached out at me as I walked by and grabbed me by the wrist. He jerked 
me back till I was standing in front of him and he raised his hand, the one 
with the belt in it. 

"No daughter of mine is going to show me such disrespect!" he yelled, and he 
whipped that strap right across the back of my legs! 

Ouch! It really hurt! Luckily, though, I had jeans on, so it wasn't as 
painful as it could be-or would be! 

He started walking into his bedroom, dragging me along behind him. I was 
screaming at him to let me go, calling him all sorts of names and things. 
But it didn't do one bit of good. 

"I'm just glad that you're poor mother isn't here to see how you've turned 
out!" was all he said. 

Then he got me into his room and ordered me to get undressed. I said no. He 
ordered me again, and I refused again. 

"Young lady," he said, "you've been deserving this for a long time. I've 
been letting you have your way. I've trusted you, but you have let me down. 
Well, know I'm going to have to teach you a lesson!" 

I was pretty scared. He'd never, ever been this angry with me before. Like I 
told you, I had been completely spoiled and pampered. I'd never even dreamed 
that he'd ever hit me! 

But I could tell just from looking at him that if I didn't obey him right 
now, he'd whip the shit out of me! And if I didn't take my clothes off 
voluntarily, he'd strip them off himself! 

So I got all naked. I was standing in front of my father, shivering with 
fear. I could feel my cunt quivering spasmodically and my breasts were 
flushed. I was on the verge of breaking out in tears, but right then I was 
so scared and too mad at him. 

He ordered me to lay down, face first, on the bed. I did. It was then that 
he really started to lay into me with that strap. 

Wow! Doctor, I never knew anything could hurt so much! When that rawhide bit 
into the flesh on the back of my legs, it stung like a million needles were 
pricking into me! 

He lashed me once, then again and again! The hard leather of his belt was 
digging into my legs, my ass and my back. The pain were sharp and lasted 
just long enough for the next blow to land. My skin felt all red and hot 
where that belt was hitting me! 

And each time, he was hitting me harder and harder, cracking the belt just a 
little bit faster over my bare ass. It was like he was taking out all the 
pains and frustrations that he'd been holding inside since my mother died on 
me. Well, it hurt all right. It hurt a lot. And I felt like crying, too. But 
I made up my mind I wouldn't cry. I was mad at my father for whipping me 
like that and I decided I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of 
breaking down crying and begging for him to stop. 

Let him hit me! I thought. I don't care. I'll just never speak to him, 
that's all. I'll never say one more word to the son of a bitch, I remember 
telling myself. 

But then something happened that made me feel completely different about 
what was happening. I looked around, up at my father who was standing by the 
side of the bed, wailing me with that strap. And you know what, Doctor? 

He was crying! 

And I just don't mean that tears were trickling out of his eyes or anything. 
I mean, he was really and truly crying his eyes out. He was sobbing 
hysterically!! 

Well, the sight of that made me start crying, too. Not because of the pain 
from being whipped. But because just then I realized how sad my father was, 
and what a lonely life he'd been leading since my mother died. 

I mean, I was all he had in the world. And what was I doing now? I was 
completely abandoning my poor dad! I was all he had left, and now that I'd 
been running over and balling Bill every night, Dad didn't even have me! 

It was really sad! 

Anyway, there both of us were, crying our eyes out. He stopped whippings me 
and sat down next to me on the bed. He hugged me real tight and I hugged me 
back. We were just sitting there, crying desperately in each other's arms. 

And then something really amazing happened, something I'll always remember. 
I started to kiss my dad. Oh, at first it just started out with a loving, 
daughterly kiss on the cheek. Like I was trying to calm him down, trying to 
tell him that it was all right. 

But after I kissed him on the cheek a few times, I found my mouth drifting 
around to his. Soon our lips were touching and soon after that were were 
kissing each other passionately, not like father and daughter but more like 
Bill and I kissed, like real lovers. I pushed my tongue, half fearfully, 
into my father's mouth. I wasn't sure how he'd react. 

But it was all right. His tongue reached out to grope with mine. Soon he was 
kissing me back even more powerfully than I was kissing him. He sucked on my 
lips with his and he nibbled and sucked on my probing tongue. 

I lay back down on the bed, pulling my father on top of me. -AVhile I 
unbuttoned his shirt and undid his pants, I took his hand and placed it on 
my breast. 

He fondled my tits and played with my nipples. They began to get pretty 
stiff and turned-on. As I unzipped his pants and took my father's cock in my 
hand I also took his hand and placed it between my legs. His fingers began 
to play with my pussy and his fingertips caressed my clit. I was really 
getting horny! My dad really knew how to turn a woman on, even more that my 
teacher-boyfriend did. 

Meanwhile, I took my dad's cock in my hand and started to pull and squeeze 
at it. I ran my fingers lovingly over his shaft and foreskin, and I lightly 
teased his balls. 

His cock started to get rock hard, and fuck-fluid started to ooze out of his 
penis tip. Up until I felt his throbbing hardness between my fingers, I had 
been too caught up in the passion of the moment to really realize it, but 
suddenly it hit me! 

I was seducing my father!! 

Thousands of thoughts raced through my mind in the next few seconds. I 
realized that the erect cock I held in my hand was the same cock that had 
given me life! And now that cock was going to fuck me! 

It seemed so strange, so incredibly strange! But then, something about it 
also made it seem like the most natural thing in the world. I mean, who 
could be closer, who could love each other more than a father and his 
daughter? 

Besides, any guilt feeling or reservations I may have felt about fucking my 
dad were dispelled by the hot throbs pulsing out of my cunt. My pussy was 
soaking wet in anticipation and it was contracted and expanding in spasms, 
just waiting for my dad's big man cock to thrust itself up my hole! 

So I lifted my ass, spread my legs and bent my knees and I took my father's 
penis and shoved it into my hot young slit! 

Oh God! Oh, God, Doctor! Did it feel good! I can think of nothing in my life 
that ever felt as marvelous as my father's dick the first time he shoved it 
into me like that! 

But that was only the start of the wildest fuck of my life! 

Oh! Was it fantastic! I'd never realized that my father was such a great 
lay! He balled me for what must have been an hour. At the end of it, we both 
came, kissing and screaming for minutes in each other's sweaty arms. 

We just lay there like that, naked and covered in sweat and come, for a long 
time. I guess neither one of us was brave enough to talk about what it 
meant. I mean, we'd just done something that people just aren't supposed to 
do. But more than that, we really liked it. I mean, we loved it!! 

Well, as it turned out, neither one of us had to say a word. After a while, 
I started kissing him again, then my mouth slid down over his chest, his 
stomach and his crotch until I took his big pole into my mouth and started 
to suck on it for all I was worth. 

He loved the blow-job that I was giving him so much that he pulled me around 
until my cunt was right over his face. He then proceeded to eat my cunt out 
like mad! It was great! I came twice before he finally shot his juicy, 
creamy semen into my mouth. I licked and swallowed every single bit. 

Well, Doctor, I've been making it with my father ever since then, just about 
every day. I only see Bill in school. He always keeps wanting to know why I 
don't come over to his apartment. - 

I just tell him that I have to stay home and take care of my father. Which, 
in a way, is true. 

Of course, my father also takes care of me!. I love sex more with him than 
anything. I could spend the rest of my life screwing nobody but my dad. And 
you know what? He seems so much happier now than he has since my mom died. 

It seems as if everything is great. 

But I had to come here to talk to you. You see, Doc, I'm on the pill, so 
there's no danger of me getting pregnant or anything. 

But there's one thing that does worry me. You see, neither one of us will 
bring up the fact that we're committing incest. It's kind of like we both 
know it's wrong but we're scared to face it or something. 

Well, it's beginning to bother me. I had to talk to someone about it. You 
seemed like the right person." 

Janet lowered her head and awaited my analysis. 

CONCLUSION 

On the face of it, incest is deemed by the majority of people in our society 
to be one of the most taboo of all sexual experiences. However, I felt that 
in the case of young Janet and her father, the actual, initial act of 
intercourse may have done much more good than harm. It allowed them to break 
an impasse in their relationship and to show their love for one another in a 
basic, very gut-level way. 

However, I was a bit concerned over the course the relationship had taken 
since then. It seemed to me that it would be much better if Janet and her 
father broke off their sexual entanglement before it got out of line. I 
suggested to hex that they talk about it together. If she were too shy or 
afraid to broach the subject, then I could possibly act as a mediator 
between father and daughter. 

I told Janet that it would be a good idea for her and her father to come in 
for joint counseling. She thought it would be an excellent idea and asked me 
if I would set up an appointment. 

CASE HISTORY EIGHT 

SUBJECT: Debbie D. AGE: Fifteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Of all the cases I have encountered in the course of my study I have found 
the case of Debbie, fifteen, to be the most unfortunate. And that seemed 
very tragic, because Debbie was such a kind, friendly girl. She was short, 
only about five-foot one, with a cute, oval face and very large and 
expressive round eyes. She was a very thin child, with small, nubile breasts 
and slim hips. 

Debbie would have been an extremely beautiful, sexy girl but for one thing. 
She had bruises around her eyes and cheeks, and scratch marks on her neck. 
She also appeared to have been crying and she looked in desperate need of 
sleep. 

When she came into my office she practically collapsed in the patient's 
chair. I asked her what was wrong, and she began to speak. 

"What's wrong? Oh, you name it! Oh, Doctor, everything seems to be wrong. I 
guess first I should tell you about my home life. 

Well, I'm what they call an 'accident.' I imagine you know what an accident 
is, Doc. That's when your parents have you, but they don't really want you 
at all. 

Well, that's the way it was with me. My mother forgot to take her pill one 
day or something and, nine months later, there I was. 

Why didn't they have an abortion, I'll bet you're wondering. Well, Doc, 
sometimes I wonder that myself. In fact, most of the time I wish that they 
had had an abortion. I wish that I'd never even been born! 

I asked my mom about it once. I knew I was an accident from the time that I 
was a little girl. 'God, you brat, I wish I'd never had you!' my mother used 
to yell at me. So I asked her once why she didn't have an abortion. 

And you know what she does? She looks at me real mad, like she's going to 
kill me, and she tells me, 'Maybe I can still have one!' 

And belief it or not, my father is even worse. He hates me more than my 
mother does! 

You know why they hate me? Because I've ruined all their fun. Before I was 
born, my mother and father used to go all sorts of places and do all sorts 
of things. They used to take trips and long vacations. They belonged to 
swingers' clubs and they were always partying. 

Suddenly, I came along with all the responsibility that a baby brings with 
it. Not to mention the fact that I 'ruined' my mother's figure, as she 
constantly points out to me. 

Anyway, I tied them down. And all their friends started to shun them because 
they had a kid. None of their friends had children. 

So from the first minute my mother found out she was pregnant, I was an 
unwanted, even a hated, commodity. And I've been treated like one my whole 
life. But it's only really started getting bad lately. 

I guess you can see how bruised and battered I am? Well, I'll explain to you 
how I got that way. 

Let me start by telling you about Tim. 

Tim's the guy I'm going out with. Or should I say I was going out with. He 
doesn't come around anymore and I can't say I blame him. I'd do the same 
thing if I were him. Nobody wants to end up dead. Or worse. 

But Tim and I did go out for a pretty long time. I met him last year, at a 
school dance. It was my first year there, and Tim's last year. I was really 
impressed with him because he was a senior. When I first got to the dance, I 
was hoping that he'd ask me to dance. 

Well, for a long time the only boys who danced with me were guys my own age. 
Half of them still had braces on their teeth. Actually, they were pretty 
goofy. Nothing you'd flip over. 

Well, it was getting late and the band was starting to play slow dances. 
That's when Tim came up to me. I still remember it perfectly. 

"Hi, angel-face, wanna dance?" he said. 

Well, Doctor, it was love at first sight. 

We walked out on the dance floor and put our arms around each other. He held 
me real tight and I held him back as tight as I could. "The Way We Were" was 
the song that the band was playing and it was very romantic and all. 

I had my head on Tim's shoulder and his hand was lightly stroking my hair. 
My tits were rubbing up against his chest and I could feel the hard-on in 
his pants pressing against my leg. 

But I didn't mind that at all! In fact, it made me feel good to know that I 
was turning him on like that. And you know what? It turned me on, too. 

Well, when that song was over there were a few others just as slow and 
romantic, and Tim and I danced them all. And when we danced, we started to 
rub our bodies closer and closer together. Then he kissed me! 

Ohhhh! My whole body shivered like anything when he did that. 

And, of course, I kissed him back. Our lips just kind of melted into one 
another. Our tongues teased each other's and Tim nibbled on my lips and 
sucked on my tongue. It was fantastic. 

And he started to rub his hard-on between my legs. Well, I'd never let 
anyone do that before, but I was just being swept away! In fact, I started 
to rub him back! I could feel my pussy getting all wet as he rubbed his 
erection between my legs. 

When the last dance of the evening was over, Tim asked me if I had a ride 
home. Well, I did. My dad was waiting out in the car for me. They always 
made me come right home from a dance or a game and they never let me go out. 

I guess they figure that if they can't have any fun, then neither can I. 
They really resent me! 

So, getting back to the dance, Tim asks me if I need a lift home. Well, even 
though I know my dad's waiting for me, I'm not sure what to say. I mean, Tim 
was the first guy that I'd ever really been interested in or turned on by at 
all. But then, I knew how pissed-off my father would be if I let a guy drive 
me home. 

So I told Tim that I was being picked up by my father. I saw Tim's face 
droop, like he was all disappointed. Well, I'd just met him and I didn't 
want to lose him already, so I told him that if he wanted, we could go out 
to his car for a little while. 

Well, that sure made him feel better! 

He put his arm around me and we walked out to his car. We sat down in it and 
talked for awhile. But I knew my dad was waiting and that I had to hurry and 
all. So I leaned over and started to kiss Tim. 

Well, he sure took the hint. 

Let me tell you, Doc, the next few minutes were pretty damned wild! 

Tim unbuttoned my shirt while I started to zip down his pants. He slid his 
hand around me and unsnapped my bra and then he started to feel my titties. 
Well, my breasts may be small but they sure are sensitive, too. He was 
squeezing my nipples and running his fingertips from one tit to the other 
and just plain making me feel fantastically horny!! 

And then, before you know it, his hand was inside, under my dress, and I 
could feel it moving up my thighs toward my pussy! 

Well, his fingers started playing around with my pussy. He hooked his 
fingers around the strap of my panties and started to pull them off. I 
lifted my hips off the car seat to make it easier for him. 

By this time, I had his zipper down and my hand was squeezing Tim's cock. It 
was throbbing and getting bigger and harder. As he pulled my panties off, I 
took his cock out of his pants and started to jerk it off, you know, running 
my fingers up and down the shaft and teasing the cock head. 

Meanwhile, his fingers were playing with my clit and finger-fucking my cunt. 
Mmmmmm! It felt so wonderful! My pussy was getting all warm and dewy and I 
was getting horny as hell! 

I wanted to feel Tim's nice big piece of meat up my snatch! 

So I put my hands on Tim's shoulders and kneeled down, facing him, 
straddling his thighs with his cock right at the entrance to my cunt. He 
took his hard thing in his hand and guided it in between my pussylips. I 
settled my ass down right on his pole and the big hard cock slid right up my 
hole! 

Boy! It sure felt fantastic to have that big meat shoved up my twat! 

But we were just starting! 

I started to move my ass around, and I rose and lowered myself, rotating my 
hips around his cock. And each time I came down on him, Tim would push up, 
shoving his cock deep into my pussy. 

We fucked like that for about fifteen minutes! We were so hot that we even 
fogged up all the windows to the car. It was kind of funny to see. 

Well, we. came in a little while. Both of us were panting real hard and 
sweating like anything. But it was terrific. 

Then, my heart just about skipped a beat when I remembered that my father 
was waiting for me in our car! 

Real quick. I slipped back on my panties, snapped my bra and buttoned my 
blouse. I told Tim that I'd see him at school the next day and we kissed 
each other goodbye. 

When I got back to my car, my dad was fuming! He demanded to know where I'd 
been but I just lied and told him I was helping clean up after the dance, 
which in a way was true. 

Well, that didn't keep him from getting pissed-off, though, and when we got 
home he slapped me around the room for awhile while my mother stood there, 
smiling, and watched. 

But it wasn't that bad, really. The next day I got to see Tim. I told him 
the situation-how my parents really hated me and wouldn't let me go out or 
anything, but he said we'd figure out ways to get around it. 

And we did, too. For almost a whole year, I used to sneak around with Tim. 
We used to ball our brains out, and for the first time in my life I guess I 
was glad to be alive. 

But, of course, you can't sneak around for a whole year without your parents 
suspecting something. Finally, they got the real bright idea of putting a 
tape-recorder under my bed. Well, one day I had one of my girlfriends over 
and I was telling her about Tim. They recorded every word of it, and when 
they heard the tape, boy, were they mad!! 

That's when my troubles really began to start." 

At this point, Debbie's first interview concluded. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

In Debbie's second therapy session T was to discover the hateful acts that 
her parents were perpetrate upon her. 

"Well, Doctor, I came home from school one day and my parents were sitting 
in the living room, drinking cocktails. They didn't really seem upset. Maybe 
it was to throw me off. Actually, though, it's probably because they were 
looking forward to what they were going to do to me! 

"Debbie, dear, come in here and sit down, your father and I would like to 
have a few words with you if you don't mind," my mother said. 

Well, right off I kind of had the feeling of what they wanted to talk about, 
and I was scared. In fact, I'd just come home from balling Tim over at a 
friend's of his house. 

The moment I sat down, my father pulled out the tapes. He looked very 
clever, very evil. I knew right away what was on them. 

"Do you know what these are?" he asked. 

"No," I lied. 

"Well, then, I'll tell you," my father continued. "We hid a tape recorder 
under your bed and recorded you talking to your friend. It seems you've been 
seeing a boy named Tim behind our backs. Not only have you been seeing him, 
but you've been sleeping with him!" 

"You had no right to bug my room!! " I yelled. 

"We're your parents. We had every right!" he told me. 

"And," my mother added, "you are going to be punished severely for being 
such a deceitful young, brat of a child!" 

Well, I didn't know what they had in mind. 

If I did, I might have run faster. But anyway, I was in no mood to stick 
around so I started to leave. But my father jumped up and smacked me real 
hard, right across the face, with the palm of his hand. He knocked me clear 
across the room, he hit me so hard. God! Did it hurt. 

Then my mother jumped up and started shrieking at me. She threw her hands 
around my neck and started strangling me. I could feel it as her fingernails 
dug into my neck! 

Oh! It was so painful. 

But that was nothing compared to what they did next! 

My father picked me up and carried me off to my parents bedroom. It was 
already set up like a torture chamber, just waiting for a captive victim. 
The victim, needless to say, was going to be me! 

There were four long, black leather straps tied to their bed, one to each 
corner. Each strap had a loop at the end that could be tightened. What they 
did was, they stripped all of my clothes off of me-I mean, actually ripped 
them to shreds-and then they put my in those straps so that I was lying 
spread-eagled on the bed. I was so scared by then that I could hardly 
breathe! My heart must have been going a million miles a second! I pulled 
and strained to get loose, but they had me tied too tight to even move. 

Then both of my parents left the room for a few minutes. At first I thought 
they were just going to leave me lying there, all tied up. That really 
worried me. I didn't want to be just left there, all bound up, helpless, 
like that! 

But it would have been a blessing! 

Because, next thing my parents came back into the room wearing these weird 
costumes! My father was completely naked except he was wearing a black 
leather hood with holes cut for the eyes, the nose and the mouth, and he was 
wearing these mean-looking black leather gloves and a black belt with metal 
studs in it. 

My mother was wearing a black leather girdle with holes cut for the tits and 
the cunt. She had on a long pair of leather boots, too. 

Each of them had a whip! 

I started to scream, but my father took care of that. He pulled out a gag-a 
ball-gag, he called it. I guess that's because it had a red-rubber ball that 
he fit into my mouth and it was attached to a black strap that tied behind 
my head and held the ball in place. 

He shoved that ball deep in my mouth and tied it tight. 

"Now, you little bitch," my father said, "we're going to punish you for 
making our lives so miserable!" 

Then they started to whip me! They took turns hitting me, so that there was 
hardly one instant when I didn't feel a sharp whip biting into my skin. They 
whipped me on my tits, especially on my nipples, and that hurt most of all. 
My mother really seemed to enjoy whipping me over my thighs and my cunt. 

Oh, God, Doctor, it hurt more than I can even tell! 

Each time I felt that hard leather slap against me, a sharp, burning pain 
flashed up and down my body. It felt like daggers were stabbing into me, or 
hot knives! 

I tried to scream but I couldn't because of the gag! And the ropes holding 
me down kept my prisoner. 

Finally, they'd had their fill of whipping. My body was covered with long 
red marks where the whip had hit me. Well, I never get a tan-my body is 
always lily white-and those whip marks really stood out! 

Doctor, I'm so terrified of them I'm scared to tell anybody what they do to 
me. I had to even sneak over here to see you. 

Oh, Doc! I feel so helpless!" 

CONCLUSION 

This was a terrible, tragic scene for a young girl to have to endure. I told 
Debbie that under no circumstances was she to return home, that she should 
wait in my office and I would have her put in a foster home for protection. 

Child abuse is a criminal offense, and it was my duty as a doctor to report 
her parents to the police. Perhaps their malady could be cured by intensive 
care in a state psychiatric ward. 

Debbie, I would place in a home where the parents could love and protect 
her. I also recommended that she undergo therapy as an out-patient. 
Especially important, I felt, was that the young girl be reunited with her 
boyfriend, who could show her what true love and understanding really was. 

GENERAL CONCLUSION 

As the reader can deduce from the preceding case histories, bondage, 
spanking and discipline can have very varied effects. These effects depend 
basically on two main factors. First of these is the young girl whom these 
practices are affecting. How mature is she? How intelligent? What kind of a 
home life does she have? What have her previous sexual experiences consisted 
of? 

The second main factor is the personality of the person or persons with whom 
the young girl is engaging in these practices. Male of female? Is the person 
younger or of the same age or older? Most important, what is the attitude of 
this person? Are they fond of the girl, and do they intend that the 
introduction of these practices into their mutual sex life will serve to 
enhance her pleasure? Or are their intentions pathological? That is, do they 
simply regard the young girl as a victim, some one to hurt and severely 
punish? 

I think it imperative that these questions be answered before anyone decides 
to introduce a young girl to the pleasure of pain. 


THE END
