"Margaret? I know you gave me the short version of your CV yesterday, but you left a great deal out, didn't you?" Margaret barely nodded, she guessed what was coming. The pair lay cuddled together in his bed, fondling each other like a pair of love birds. He played with her breasts and pubic area because he wanted to, she played with him in the hope it would keep him happy and not beat her. "You are obviously very experienced sexually and from what you have told me so far, I guess it was with your father." Again the nod. There was a long pause before Jeremy prodded, "Tell me." Margaret slowly shook her head and she started to cry. "Tell me Margaret," Jeremy urged, "I would guess it is something you have wanted to get off your chest for a long while. I give you my word, I will not repeat what you say to anyone." For some minutes there was silence.

"I don't know where to begin," Margaret eventually stalled.

"At the beginning perhaps. Like when did he start to abuse you sexually."

"You know he could go to prison if this ever gets out? Even after all he's done to me, he is still my father and I don't want that to happen."

"Margaret, I gave you my word. I will not speak to anyone about it. It is patently clear you have been through a trauma, many traumas and maybe getting them off your chest will help you. I'm not a counselor but I can and will listen. I have seen and investigated things, horrible things done to women and children that would probably make you sick to hear so don't be afraid to tell me anything. From my experience, talking does help." The Colonels mind recalled his time in Kosavo. Time he spent investigating the rape of Moslem women, child prostitution and murder. Margaret's life might not have been easy, but it was surely less traumatic than theirs. "So did the abuse start early in your life?"

"Quite early I suppose when I look back. Mother always seemed poorly and then when her liver failed she wasn't able to do much. Father always spent more time looking after me than she did. He was also the one who punished me. As far back as I can remember it was always on the bare bottom, most often at bedtime when I had nothing else on. He always maintained that nightdresses and pyjamas just made more washing for him. Later I realised there were other reasons. Mother only wore a nightdress when the nurse was due to visit and father always slept in the nude. When I was due for punishment, which seemed more and more often as I grew up, he would come into my bedroom wearing only his underwear and sit on the bed. I would be ordered over his lap and he would position my bottom and splay my legs so he could see everything and then spank me. I would wiggle and squirm and later knew what that did to him and why he was often wet in the crotch when he finished. Often he would come back later and put cream on. Again it was some years before I realised why he did it although even when I was quite young I found it quite pleasant especially after the soreness had gone down a bit."

"Did your mother not know what was going on?" enquired Jeremy.

"I guess she did but chose to ignore it. She was in the same boat in a way. He used to cane her when she displeased him although later when her illness progressed and the nurses came to visit every other day, he had to be much more careful and eventually had to stop altogether. Several times I had to watch while she was caned. He bent her over the end of the bed and gave her bottom a dozen hard strokes after which I was sent from the room. Once I peeped through the keyhole to see if he put cream on her. All I saw was his bottom going back and forth behind her. It was some time later I learned what they were doing."

"When did he start caning you?"

"That was some years later. First came the leather belt but soon after he bought an old razor strop at a car boot sale and shortened it. It really hurt but the marks faded quite quickly if he didn't catch me with an edge. I must have been about fourteen when he first used the razor strop on me. I wasn't undressed and ready for him when he came in to spank me. I said I was too old to undress in front on him. My breasts were budding and I had a little hair growth between my legs and I had started my periods. When he left the room for a few moments I thought he had agreed but then he returned with the strop and just said, "Strip off." He had stripped off himself and came towards me with his cock erect. I had a pretty good idea of what would happen to me then. Prior to this after my spanking, he spent a long while applying the cream and rubbing it between my legs where there was no pain. I didn't complain after the first time. That resulted in another spanking, the second being between my thighs. The last twice he'd made no pretense about the fact he was sexually playing with me. I was made to lay with my legs wide open and his fingers went right inside me. This time I knew it would be more than his finger inside. "Strip off," he repeated. I looked to see if there was any escape but he was between me and the door. I undressed but when I tried to hide my breasts and genitals he swung the strop and caught me across the stomach. I screamed but he only laughed and said, "You know what I am going to do, don't you?" It was quite obvious as he had his cock in his hand and was pointing it at me. "Put your hands on your head. I want a proper look at you. All of you. Everywhere."

"By then I knew what sex was although I was still a virgin. One of my girl friends had an older boyfriend and they used to fuck in the long grass at the back of the school playing field at lunch time. They took me along to keep watch in case a teacher came by. I cried out, "Mother, father's going to rape me!" The strop struck my hip. Again I screamed.

Father only laughed. "If your mother comes in, it will only be to watch." The strop landed on my other hip. "How many more strokes of this before you do as you are told Margaret?" he asked. I put my hands on my head. His hands immediately went to my breasts and then between my legs and stayed there for some time fondling and playing with me. Before long he ordered me to bend over the end of the bed. "You've seen how your mother takes it so seeing as I am going to be treating you like an adult now, I shall punish you like one." For a few moments he left the room and returned with a long rope which passed under the bed. I knew what to expect. Each wrist was tied to the rope so my arms were spread across the bed. I was sobbing now, knowing this would be a real hard thrashing especially as this was the Easter holiday period and I wouldn't have to go to school for two weeks and any marks would fade by then.



I was made to spread my legs as wide as possible. "I want your cunnie and arsehole winking at me." I remember him saying. Then the first stroke landed with a terrific WHACK! I bucked and screamed and pleaded for him to stop but I knew he wouldn't. I screamed for mother to help but she was sick and didn't leave her room. "Perhaps you won't feel so tetchy about taking your clothes off for me next time," he laughed again as though it was a big joke and laid another WHACK! across my bum. Ten more times he hit me with that strop before he finally put it down. I thought the pain incredible but that was certainly not the last time he treated me that way.

I just lay bent over and face down on the bed. Moments later I felt his prick at my entrance. It seemed too large but he forced it in. There was a stab of extra pain as he broke my maidenhead and then proceeded to rape me with considerable force. He was still laughing and joking that I would be getting a very different cream this time. From somewhere I had the presence of mind to yell to him not to make me pregnant and it must have got through because he pulled out and sprayed his cum over my arse. It was this cream he rubbed into my battered bottom.

I prayed it was now all over but it was not to be. Standing by my head, I was ordered to suck his cock clean. It looked revolting, all sticky and covered with my blood and juices and his cum but I didn't dare not to put it in my mouth.

My humiliation still wasn't over. After I was released he took me to his bedroom and showed my raw bum to my mother. She was very frail at this time but still looked shocked. He took her hand and made her feel the heat and pointed out the stickiness of the film covering it and the blood dribbling down my thighs. "Emily," he went on, "You're not much use now to service a man, so I'm taking Margaret as a replacement. She'll service me like you used to when you were in your prime. And I'll keep her nice and tender like I did you for the first few years. Do you remember dear? Whenever the marks on your arse or thighs or tits faded, I'd replace them. She hasn't too much in the tit department yet, but I guess after a few more fucks they will start to grow."

The next day I was taken to the family planning clinic and put on the pill. I had to tell them a boy at school wanted to have sex with me and I wanted to be prepared. After the pills took effect, I slept with in father's bed every night and I became his wife in all but name. He fucked me alongside my mother. She tried to look away but he made her watch and sometimes she had to lick us afterwards. When I left school and there was less danger of anyone seeing the results of his beatings he did carry out his promise to keep my flesh tender all the time. By then he was into using the cane because he liked the stripy effect." Margaret was crying on Jeremy's shoulder now and he didn't want to push her further but did ask why she didn't just up and leave.

"Partly loyalty I suppose. At first it was fear of him going to prison and my being put into care. After a while I didn't mind the sex especially when I learned to control him a little and got satisfaction from it. I even didn't mind some of the more gentle spankings but I did hate the thrashings and did what I could to avoid them. Later mother did make me promise on her death bed to look after him."

"Margaret, perhaps it will be better if we leave the remainder of your story till another time. I can see you're upset from telling it."

"And I can feel it has made you horny," smiled Margaret, cheering up a little.