Merry's Punishment Game

You look at your daughter squish into a ball to hide and think. Being nude in front of you is humiliating, but Merry isn’t Tiffany. I can’t just get her to strip and satisfy her. I need to give her what she wants. But you don’t want to be mean. At least her new passive will help her take what you say more positively.

After some thought, you decide. “You have to ask me to put on each piece of clothing for you like you’re a little girl,” you say.

“What!” Merry gulps.

“Is that too much?” You thought it was pretty safe, but maybe not?

Merry blushes. “No, I’m just surprised. The first was generic, so… It’s a good combo.”

You smile, happy that she approves. “Then are you going to start asking for your clothes, or will you stay naked?” you tease.

Merry sucks in a deep breath and says, “Mommy,” in an up-pitched cutesy voice. “Can you pwease put Merry’s socks on?” Her eyes wander as she has a hard time looking at you.

This is great! “Sure, honey. Let’s see,” you state while looking through the clothes. You pick out a white sock and walk in front of her. You pull her leg, but it doesn’t move. “Honey, you need to let mom move your leg,” you coo.

You’re voice makes Merry shiver, but she loosens her muscles, and you pull her leg. Without the protection of her thighs, her vagina is on display. You get a good look at its glistening lips.

“Now Merry, which foot is this? Your right or left?” you ask her like when she was little.

Merry looks at you and flatly states, “It’s left from my perspective but right from yours.”

You pat her leg. “That’s no good. You are already breaking the rules, and we haven’t even gotten one sock on.”

Your daughter looks pretty annoyed at you, but she swallows her complaints. “Mommy, I don’t know. Please help me!” she cutely says while tilting her head.

“Well, this one is your left leg from your perspective. But it’s the right one from mine,” You explain as you slowly pull up the long white sock. It reaches just before the knee, and you slowly caress your daughter's leg. It’s fun to watch her pussy lips fluctuate as you tease her.

“Wow! You’re so smart, mom,” she says with a clap.

You perform the same play for the other sock and move on. Next, Merry asks, “Little Merry doesn’t understand, but she needs a bra. Mommy, please put my bra on!”

“Alright, my little girl is growing bigger, so mom will teach you.” You pull out her bra. And pull away her hands. She holds them out, expecting you to put on her bra, but you reach out and point to her nipple. “This is your nipple. Our family has large long nipples, so they stand out.”

You poke both buttons, making Merry yelp, “mom!” You ignore her and slowly twirl your fingers as her nipples reach full height.

“Don’t break character,” you say with a smirk.

Merry’s eyes turn into saucers, and her mouth flops open and closed like a fish. You gently massage your daughter’s nipples waiting for her to speak. She begins to shift and make light moans. You do this to yourself, so you know how agonizing it can be. Just enough to produce sensations but not sufficient to get any relief.

“Mom, mommy. Merry, mmm, doesn’t understand. What are, mmm, you doing?” she asks in her cutesy voice.

“When a girls grow big, her nipples will feel good when people they love touch them here. You can also touch yourself here to feel good,” you explain. Your mind is in overdrive. You hadn’t meant to go this far, but your lower half is making you feel crazy!

“I, oh, feel good, ahh, because I love mommy?” Merry questions with droopy eyes. She can’t seem to keep up the girly voice, but she’s too excited to think straight or resist anymore.

“That’s right,” you say with a nod. You then begin to orbit out and massage Merry’s areola. “This is your areola. They are pretty sensitive too.”

“Mom, this isn’t fair,” Merry mumbles with tears. You pause. This is probably too much for someone who has only orgasmed fifteen times

“Alright,” you say kindly. You reach out, cup each breast, and milk them. “You’re ready for your bra.” You pull each loop around her arms and pull it up, adjusting each breast into its slot. You lean in and squish into Merry. She seems to grind her breasts into you as you hook her bra.

“Alright, what’s next?” you ask.

Her mind, already on fire, looks at her clothes. “Mommy, please, I don’t understand. I’m,” she begins to say something, stops, looks down, and then pulls her hands up to her face. “Just please, my underwear,” she squeaks.

You grab her underwear and drop between her legs. You don’t have to pull them open, as your daughter is too horny to think about hiding her precious area. You reach up her leg causing Merry to shudder. “You’re wet because you love mommy humiliating you, don’t you?”

“That’s right. Being humiliated by mom makes me feel strange and wet,” she admits with closed eyes.

“Good girl, you deserve a reward,” you say, slowly reaching toward her vagina.

“No, I didn’t win the game. I don’t deserve a reward,” a strict voice arrives from your daughter. You are surprised by how emphatic she is.

“You are doing great at this punishment game, though. So mommy will reward you.”

“ok,” she gives in.

You reach for her lips with both hands. You circle them with all your fingers massaging them. She’s already sopping from your breast lesson, so your fingers slide across her petals easily. You slowly stretch her vagina and view her insides contract and release. Her hymen is still in tacked.

“You’re still a virgin. You’re such a good girl. I can see everything,” you state while taking in your daughter's forbidden area.

“Mommy can see everything. She knows how horny Merry is. This is so embarrassing!”

Her inner walls contract and more fluids leak out as you continue to hit her fetish. You massage inside her, causing her to continue to moan and squeal. You avoid touching the hymen. Eventually, you feel her muscles squeeze your fingers demandingly, and you know Merry is on the edge.

“Shh, your sister will hear,” you remind your daughter.

Her eyes jolt to Tiffany’s bedroom. She grabs one of the throw pillows and buries her face in it. Once you see this, you pinch her trigger. Her clit, red and engorged, sends lightning bolts into your daughter’s mind. Merry’s leg scrunches up against the couch, and the pillow muffles a scream.

Your daughter bursts like a dam, and her liquids splash over your body. You had your mouth open, so a bunch falls in your mouth. You can’t help but spurt out the first mouthful, but more jets shoot out, and you swallow as much as you can this time.