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Taming of Brenda By Jan
My mother's name was Jill, and my stepfather's name was Tony. I never knew who my biological father was. They were both drug addicts and drank like fish. I was normally ignored until they wanted something from me.
When mother was in a comatose state, Tony would take advantage of the situation to make me perform for him. He would have me dance for him in the nude. As far as I can remember it started when I was six. He liked to put a leather dog leash around my neck. If I balked or didn't do as he wished he would whip my naked butt with the leash. Tony was free to do whatever he wished with me. He didn't get around to actually penetrating my vagina with his cock, but he did just about everything short of that. This went on for a couple of years. My life changed suddenly when the two of them drove their car into a building at high speed, killing both of them almost instantly.
I was made a ward of the state, and that began my being shuffled around one foster home after another. I was accused of having behavioral problems. In fact I resisted sexual abuse at the hands of both men and women, and even some of the other children. Of course because I resisted I was the one accused of being a liar.
When I was 10-years-old the beloved Child Welfare took me to Miss Addie, a tall, kind'a heavy blonde with long hair. As soon as the welfare people left me in her care, she told me to get upstairs to take a bath. She added that she would be up to see if I was clean.
I stood there defiantly without moving.
She grabbed me by the arm and dragged me up the stairs. She sat on the toilet lid while she held both of my arms and told me that the reports said I was a problem child, and she said they sent all brats to her, because she could straighten them out. She told me that I would not strip myself, that she would do it for me.
She did as she promised, and stripped all of my clothes off of me, before demanding that I get into the tub. She filled the tub with sudsy warm water. I grabbed a wash cloth to wash myself, but she grabbed it out of my hand, telling me that she did not tell me to wash myself. She pulled me over the rim of the tub, and gave me a good hand spanking, before sitting me down in the tub. She began washing me, but when she reached my privates, I flinched. I tried to close my legs, which earned me a swat on the inside of my legs. She told me not to move or else.
Needless to say I moved again, earning me a trip back over the rim of the tub, with my head on the floor. When I looked up I saw a big wooden hair brush in her hand. (She still uses that brush on me to this day when she thinks I need it.) She spanked me until I peed myself.
She drained the water, and refilling the tub. She continued to wash me, with the command, "No moving this time!"
After the bath she dressed me in pajamas more befitting a little girl. She put my hair in piggy tails. Then she took me downstairs for dinner. She actually treated me better than any of the foster homes. Any show of rebellion brought swift retribution.
She insisted that I sleep in her bed. She cradled me in her arms like I was a child, and rubbed my pussy through the nightgown until I fell asleep. In her way she was courting me. I learned that she could be unbelievably sweet as long as I complied with her wishes. There were times when I deliberately misbehaved just so that she would pull my panties down and warm my ass. When I was draped over her thigh and she was spanking me. My vulva would be protruding between my thighs, and her hand would slap my pussy sending sexy feeling through my pussy.
It didn't take her long to figure out that I enjoyed being spanked. She started sticking her fingers into my cunt. There I would be draped over her thigh with her fingers up my pussy, finger fucking me until I would be moaning all over the place. When she was finished, and she would pull me back up on my feet, her thigh would be covered with my slimy cum.
When she wanted me to suck her cunt, I would sometimes resist, so that she would take hold of my braids and pull my head tightly against her cunt. I began to love the taste of her cunt. She was such a wicked butch dyke that I knew just how far to push her buttons to get her to treat me the way I wanted. If I went too far she would punish me well beyond pleasure. I would be one sore little bitch after that.
When I turned 18 I was no longer a ward of the State, but I couldn't just leave Miss Addie. To this day she comes by regularly to take full control of me. She always gives me a list to do. If I hadn't finished them she would punish me. She still gets the problem girls, and she brings them with her to have them watch her disciplining me. I always get the pleasure of sucking Miss Addie's pussy, licking her ass. The new girls also have to eat my pussy and asshole.
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