Her words, “spank me” were not a mere suggestion or asking…it was a command and I knew it was exactly part of this entire mood we had created. Up to now I had never really spanked a woman…other than a few slaps on the ass while fucking or having anal intercourse, that is.
I put Linda over my knees and gave her a few light smacks on her bare bottom to see how serious she was. Obviously she wanted the entire spanking. “Daddy, you don’t love me if you don’t spank me for what a bad little girl I’ve been…spank me harder.”
Now I knew exactly how she had been deprive in her early childhood. She knew that when a father spanks his little girl to correct her bad behavior it is out of a love of caring for the child. So I fucking showed her that her new daddy really loved her. I beat her ass so hard my hand hurt; her butt cheeks were bright red and she was crying from the pain. And as to the desire on her part to be spanked. I had enough psychology to know that her repressive need to be spanked screamed also of the potential for her to have an anal fixation. A perfect combination for a woman to develop a fetish for anal sex.
After her sobbing subsided I made her kneel at the foot of the bed before me and told her it was for her own good and because I loved her that I had to spank her until she cried. Now to some of you this may seem a bit sick but realize what I had done was as good a therapy as a psychiatrist could produce in other ways, over a long period of time and at great expense.
Linda (no matter how fantastic her body) was and always would remain my little girl and in need of a great deal of guidance, correction, and yes a good spanking now and then to let her know…that I damn well cared about her.
I kissed her and told her all was now about to forgiven by my spanking her and making love to her ass. I stripped off my shirt while telling her if she did not do everything I said, then I would be very disappointed. Wow…she responded by saying; “I’ll do everything you tell me daddy. I’ll never let you down. I promise and cross my heart, and hope to die.” (She crossed her heart upon that oath being spoken just like a litter girl playing house).
“Then get your spanked ass back on the bed this very minute and get ready for me”, I said in a very stern voice.
“Now lower your shoulders to the bed, lift your ass all the way up and make your father proud.”
What a sight for a man who loves good anal sex! Linda was about to become the best anal partner any man could wish. And all because of a perfect matching of her psychological needs, my age, and her transference to believing I was sincere when I said I would adopt her. In fact several months later in a wedding attended by all my biker buddies and several of L.A.P.D.’s finest (who were personal friends of both Lt. Larry and mine) the preacher included the words ‘wife and adopted daughter’ in the ceremony and ending with; “I now pronounce you Man, Adopting Father, Wife, and Adopted Daughter.” Linda loved it, and all my buddies got boners from the ceremony wishing it was they who would be taking Linda to the marriage bed and fucking woman who was both a wife and a daughter. Freud, if he had been there, would no doubt have gotten a boner as well.