Three Punishments for Canz:

Three Loving Punishments: No. 1 - Cold

(Written for Canz by Marie D’ Estaing)

Author’s note: During our regular Xmas visits to her father’s home, which is just outside the village in France where I grew up, Canz always gives her father a special treat on his birthday, which falls on the 28th December. Although it’s always a gift from Canz to her father, my assistance is often needed, and I am happy to give it. She is my beautiful pain-girl, and he is an generous, attractive, intelligent man, so it is no hardship for me to “help out”.

Canz normally keeps the diary of these events, but on this occasion she asked me to write a description as a keepsake for her father. As English is not my native language she will check this over when I’ve finished.

To start at the very beginning, which is in fact the night before…..

“Cold”

On the 27th she and I are about to go out to visit my brother and his wife for the evening when Canz reminds you.

“It’s your birthday tomorrow. You can have whatever you like. Just leave a note. You know the rules.”

The rules being of course that there are no rules. You both know that tomorrow she will be anything for you, do anything for you. You can do anything you like to her and ask anything of her. She will be a beautiful and fragile object, a pain-girl, not a person. Although I am her older, lesbian mistress and lover - she and I have been together for years - she will always be yours too, and it is only right that I help her to please you. I would never get between a daughter and her father.

So in the early dark of next morning we once again read the enigmatic note you left on our pillow the previous evening.

The note reads; “cold, wet, sore “, and while Canz quickly gets dressed as though for a hot summer’s day, in order to prepare her for her coming ordeal, I lace a warming mug of very hot coffee with good whisky, and make sure she drinks every drop,. Then I kiss her deeply, and just as the sun comes up I lead her by the hand to the door. She is wearing a light cotton sundress, and the light coat she puts on is cold on her bare shoulders. She stands up in her heels, tall and slim, kisses me, and then, silent and focussed the way great athletes are before their big race, nods to me that she’s ready. I open the door and she steps out into the snow of a gloomy, cold winter morning.

Hanging up my dressing gown I’m now naked except for my heels, and with my black hair piled on my head - you admire women’s bare shoulders and why shouldn’t I be part of the treat too? - I knock loudly on your bedroom door and enter without waiting for a reply.

“Happy birthday. It’s first light and it’s snowed some more. Come and look out of the big lounge window. It’s quite deep.”

I pull the covers off your bed and find myself hoping that it is my nakedness that is causing your cock to stiffen as I take your hand and help you from your bed. Naked, we move through to the lounge and, side by side, stand looking out through the wall of glass that separates it from the garden.

Glancing down, I see that your cock has grown much harder, because Canz is standing in the secluded, walled garden, smiling back at us with the grey morning light behind her. As we look through the window she takes a step towards us in her strappy high-heeled sandals, the ones we all like so much, and slides her coat off her shoulders, allowing it to land in the snow behind her as she approaches the window. Her hands snake up behind her head to lift her dark hair clear of her neck.

Your erection suddenly intensifies as she take up the pose, standing very tall and slim from her heels to her bare shoulders with her hands behind her head to lift her soft, full breasts. As we watch she moves her stockinged legs wide apart to allow the early winter morning sunlight to shine through the thin summer dress. Her legs are clearly outlined through the pale, flimsy material so we can clearly see where the dark nylon gives way to the pale flesh at the top of her thighs. The dark shadow at the top of her legs could be pubic hair or tiny dark panties, another thin shadow beneath her full breasts tells us they are almost completely naked under the dress, supported by only the flimsiest scraps of material.

Holding us with her gaze as she does so, she half turns to let us admire the natural outline of her body; the slope of her supported breasts with their hard nipples, the smooth swell of her flat stomach and lower abdomen, the full curve where her hips, the thin dark line of her garter belt clearly visible through her dress, makes the short, flimsy skirt of the dress hang clear of the backs of her thighs. Then she continues to turn so her back is towards us.

She holds the pose again for a few moments, allowing us to study her full hips and buttocks under the tight material before she lets her hair drop down over her shoulders and with her hands at the hem of her dress, moves her legs even further apart and she lifts her clothing to expose the full globes of her lower buttocks. With her dress bunched at her waist she turns her feet inwards to allow us a perfect view of the thin strip of the dark material of her thong – yes, she is wearing very skimpy panties, I didn’t know he had any, or a brassiere, for that matter – and she bends forward with straight legs with her hands on her knees.

She holds this pose for what seems an eternity, and my own heart beats as I drink in the beautiful sight of her thighs and bare buttocks separated by the tiny strip of dark cotton. I look over to you. You are obviously quite intoxicated by her actions.

I say: “permettez-moi...”,

  and stretch out an arm and softly cover your now solid, rock-like cock with my palm, preventing you from grasping yourself and starting to masturbate. I have a sudden flood of memories; it is the first time I have touched a man’s erect cock since I used to have to masturbate my elder brother as he punished and humiliated me when it was just the two of us after our parents died. As it is, you thrust against my hand but I leave your cock alone and take your hands and, spreading my legs, place them on my own stomach and abdomen, wordlessly inviting you to explore my naked body. I know I am your daughter’s lesbian lover but this morning it is better that you molest me than that I allow you to masturbate yourself before Canz has finished her birthday show.

You must wait!

Looking through the glass we watch in silence as, keeping her legs straight, and making no effort whatsoever to protect herself as she falls, Canz allows herself to slowly topple backwards towards us.

We can only gasp as her beautiful, unprotected arse lands in the snow, which is about five inches deep. She briefly sits in the snow; legs wide apart, and then continues the movement, flopping backwards with her arms wide to lie flat on her back. The perfect snow angel, she scoops up snow with both hands, dumping it on to her thighs and stomach and breasts and lies there for some minutes, squirming and wriggling in the cold winter morning, allowing the heat of her body to melt the snow she has dumped on herself.

Her skimpy dark underwear now shows clearly through the soaking thin dress and she again allows us time to admire her body as it begins to shiver before closing her legs together and slowly rolling over and over through the snow. Her dress is completely transparent and her body is completely soaked by the melted snow. My breath catches in my throat. She is my perfect Canz as her dark hair clings wetly to her head and neck and she rolls over and over.

Smiling, she sits up and turns to face us with her legs apart, and grasping the hem of her wringing wet dress, peels it up over her body in one graceful movement and throws it away. She is now sitting up in the deep snow wearing only high-heeled summer shoes, stockings and a garter belt, a tiny thong and a very low-cut brassiere. As we watch, open-mouthed, she takes handfuls of snow and stuffs them between her breasts, squeezing them together till the snow melts and trickles down her flat stomach. Then she stuffs handfuls of snow into the front of her tiny thong, and kneels up to allow us to admire the way the snow melts from her crotch to run down the insides of her thighs.

It’s becoming more and more difficult to persuade you to keep your hands from your own cock and I’m about to give in and start to gently masturbate you myself – after all I’m excited too - when you suddenly gasp and pull my naked body against yours, pushing your erect cock hard into my thigh. Canz has stood up and has stepped out of her shoes and is unfastening her stockings from her garter belt and is rolling them down her legs. One by one she kicks them away.

We continue to watch in silence as, standing now completely barefoot in the snow, she reaches behind her back and unfastens first the garter belt and then her brassiere; with a shrug of her shoulders both drop to the ground. Then she stands up straight and with her hands once more behind her head, she displays her full breasts, their large areolas, and their stiff, dark nipples. She stands in the cold morning with her legs apart, her bare feet deep in the winter snow, posing almost completely naked for us.

With your arms round me you pull me tighter against you, your cock trapped between us as you start to move your body against mine. Even though I am unquestionably a lesbian, the sweet depravity of my sweet Canz’ actions excites me too, but even as I feel my own cunt juices on my thighs I gently disentangle myself from you – you are her father it is her place to excite you, not mine – and so I place your hands flat on the glass in front if us.

“Please. Look, don’t touch.”

During this exchange, Canz has moved closer to other side of the window, and, lifting her breasts with snow-filled hands, holds them close to the glass so that we can see the huge goose bumps which her wonderful, wanton behaviour on this cold winter morning has created, really just for you, but which is exciting me too. Her icy hands play with her breasts, her stiff, cold fingers teasing her stiff, cold nipples. Her body shivers as you mouth “Thank you” through the glass and indicate your hugely swollen cock that her wanton behaviour has created for your pleasure.

With a smile she indicates to keep watching, which of course I do too, and stepping backwards, she hooks her thumbs into the sides of her tiny panties and quickly slides them down her legs, kicking it off with one foot. Now completely naked she falls face down into the snow and once again rolls slowly over and over, making sure that we are offered good views of her cunt and anus. She then crawls on hands and knees in circles in front of us, arching her back and spreading her legs to display her arse and cunt even more completely. She then spreads her arms wide and lowers her upper body so that she drags her swaying breasts, with their cold, erect nipples, through the soft, deep snow.

She is almost swimming as she makes her way to the middle of the lawn where a small ornamental pine tree is covered in snow. She reaches it, it’s only about twenty feet from where we stand, you with your hands flat on the glass and the tip of your erection smearing the glass, me with two fingers teasing my labia and a finger of my other hand tickling my anus. She rolls over on to her back and faces us with spread legs once again, allowing us a perfect view of her cunt and pubic hair as she sits up, rolling her hips forward to bring her most intimate and private parts once more into contact with the cold, wet snow.

Half under the tree, she stands and shakes the branches so that snow falls to land on her naked body, small drifts gathering on her head, shoulders and breasts. She then deliberately walks in a circle round the tree, much too close to it, walking naked through the snow-covered branches so that they scratch her and more and more snow covers her beautiful flesh.

She then changes direction, walking the other way so that both sides of her body are equally assaulted and equally covered in the cold, white snow. She then carefully turns to walk fully frontally straight into the tree, swaying from side to side to drag the hard little branches across her upper thighs, flat stomach and breasts. Walking back and forth in and out of the tree, waddling slightly with her legs apart, her inner thighs are soon covered with snow and ice, which she lets us see by turning around once again, this time to walk backwards into the branches. Her lovely back, arse and cunt are her targets this time as she deliberately squats and stands a few times, violating the most intimate parts of her body with the wicked little branches and more freezing snow and ice.

Moving very carefully now so as not to shake off the huge amounts of snow covering her marked and naked flesh, she walks slowly over to stand in the open shower area beside the pool. Normally only used in high summer, there are four fierce jets, one from above, two from opposite sides, and one straight up from the ground. Facing us, she straddles the upward jet to stand on the foot control, causing four jets of unheated, freezing water to blast the snow from her body; it simply disappears in a welter of freezing spray which plasters her already soaking hair to her head, neck and shoulders. The torrent between her widely splayed legs finds its target too, making sure that no single speck of snow or ice from the tree can possibly remain.

The torrent ceases. Dripping wet and shivering, she shakes her soaking hair from her eyes and turns her back to us, the freezing water dripping down her naked back, and she spreads her legs even further, and bending forward to present her most private parts to us, this time she literally stamps her bare foot on the control. This time the force of the jets almost knocks her off her feet but she bends even further forward to allow us an uninterrupted view as the freezing jets bounce off her soaking, gleaming flesh, the upward jet visibly forcing her cunt lips apart as the freezing water enters her like a lover. Again and again she stands on the control, writhing in a kind of frozen ecstasy as the freezing water buffets her naked body.    

The water stops, and bravely, defiant of the cold, she turns to face us, standing as she did at first, legs wide apart and hands behind her head, and allows her body at last to shiver uncontrollably, the soft flesh of her inner thighs trembling, her frozen breasts vibrating on her heaving rib cage, swinging together as she shudders from her shoulders to her abdomen, gasping deeply for breath in the cold morning air.

Her slim pale body glistens palely in the morning light as she tries to stand still, or at least as still as she can, waiting for your permission to come in to the warm.

But you would have her suffer further torment for your pleasure this morning and you make her stand still for many minutes as the water falls from her body, first in sheets, then gradually less and less, until there are only freezing drips from the underside of her breasts to drip down across her stomach where they turn to ice.

The early sun has faded to a cold grey morning and it starts to sleet gently, cold, wet snowflakes and raindrops landing on her skin to run slowly down her body, dripping from her nose and her nipples, and trickling down over her flat stomach to pool and then to freeze in her pubic hair before falling gently, like drops of pale piss from the soft lips at the top of her spread legs. The splashes between her feet chill even her ankles.

The top of the small pine tree, which has been like a lover to her, starts to wavw silently as a cold breeze blows across the garden. The cold wind reaches her, but still she stands still, defiant in her freezing nakedness of the cold winter morning. And still she waits for your permission to come into the warm.

It is time my sweet Canz was allowed to finish her self torture before hypothermia sets in; a real possibility for a soaking, naked girl standing out in the freezing sleet on a cold, grey, windy morning. I indicate your naked, erect cock and make a wanking movement with my hand.

You nod your understanding and agreement.

Very slowly I grasp your cock in my right hand and move your foreskin gently up and down against the shaft. With my other hand I motion Canz to come closer. Still slowly I very gently masturbate you as she approaches.

You are loving but cruel. You hold up your left hand to stop her. In her haste to reach the warmth she is approaching too quickly for your desires and you motion her back to the shower area. I can see you briefly toy with the idea of making her take another freezing shower, but the cold wind and the now quite heavy sleet are doing that job for you. She is still soaking wet and cold, her perfect, freezing body naked and glistening with a thin patina of ice as it shivers towards us in the cold morning light.

Now almost unable to walk, she is shivering so much, she forces herself to stroll sexily back across the lawn, swinging her hips and landing heavily on her heels, the corny, girly way to make her breasts sway from side to side; walking naked in bare feet through the snow, back towards the warmth of the lounge, back towards where we stand watching her torture through the glass, all three of us naked as she is, but only you and I comfortably warm.

I take my hand away from your cock and allow you to slowly masturbate yourself towards your delicious climax.

Her eyes full of pleading, tears trickling down her freezing cheeks, she stands with her legs apart right outside the ceiling to floor window, completely exposed to the wind and freezing sleet, naked and shivering uncontrollably. As the early morning sleet hits the window you leisurely move your right hand up and down the shaft of your cock, deliberately avoiding the sensitive glans area so as to unforgivingly prolong your selfish pleasure and appreciation of her delightful, freezing agony.

It is hard to believe you when you say you love her at times like this, but at times like this, I can see that you don’t care. Your lust for your beautiful and depraved daughter has taken over and you can think only of one thing, how her torture excites your cock! You motion Canz to kneel in the snow right outside the window and to press her body against the cold glass. She kneels down so that she is sitting on her feet and the tip of your cock is level with her throat; you decide that she’s kneeling up too high. You motion her to spread her legs further and to move her feet apart so that she sits with buttocks spread as low as possible while keeping her breasts in contact with the glass. This undignified and humiliating position stretches her anus so that it is exposed to the cold wind, and both it and her cunt lips press directly down with the full weight of her body on to the cold, freezing snow, which turns to ice beneath naked flesh.

Through the glass we hear the delightful, sweet little scream as these most private areas come into this intimate contact with the cold surfaces and her teeth start to chatter. This is at last enough to take you close to the edge and I decide that it’s time to take pity on your daughter too. I reach behind you and slip a finger between the cheeks of your arse and gently stroke your anus. Then I slip that finger inside you gently stroke your perineum with another.

With one of my fingers deep in your anus I almost hear your heart suddenly pound, and your breathing turns to deep gasps. I somehow manage to take your hand away from your cock, and with my own legs spread for support, I press your naked body against the glass, with your stiff cock hard against the warm inside of the lounge window, trapping it between your stomach and the glass only millimetres from the freezing girl’s face. Your buttocks clench on my wrist as you rub your cock up and down, the pressure of my body behind you keeping your foreskin held tight between your stomach and the glass in front of your daughter’s face as with a shuddering paroxysm of pure selfish pleasure your semen suddenly pours again and again from your body, spraying from the very tip of your cock, smearing it, the glass and your abdomen right in front of your weeping daughter’s eyes in a hot, sticky deluge of selfish, filthy, sexual delight.

For minutes you and I simply stand there, knowing what we have just achieved and drinking in the depraved vision of her soaking wet, freezing naked body half kneeling, half squatting in the cold morning snow as we stand huddled together, naked and warm, with the smell of your semen filling our nostrils. We are both frozen in time as the last shudders of your body expel themselves against the glass, smearing the last of your hot spunk in the hairs of your stomach. It trickles down your still erect cock to matt in the hairs around your balls and between your legs.

At last you’re done; exhausted, satisfied – for now.

You motion your daughter to lie down again and then to once again roll slowly through the snow and falling sleet towards the door. Then you change your mind and allow her to stand up and to walk normally to collect her clothes from where they lie, half covered in snow. Her dress and shoes are easily found, but she has to get down on to her hands and knees to find her stockings and the tiny scraps of her lingerie, and we both find her tears exciting to watch as she crawls through the snow.

Completely unbidden by you, she then stays out in the snow and slowly puts her soaking clothes back on, tugging the cold stockings back up her shivering legs, struggling with frozen fingers to re-fasten her garter belt and brassiere, crying out as she pulls the ice-frozen thong to nestle tightly between her buttocks and against her cunt. Straightening out the dripping wet dress and getting it back over her head proves the most difficult of all, but eventually, tousle headed as the wet material clings to her and weeping with the pain of the cold and the effort and the indignity of it all, she drags it down over her lovely flat stomach, steps into her sandals, and turns slowly to allow us once more the sight of her dark wet underwear through her soaking pale summer dress. By mutual unspoken consent she doesn’t bother with her coat.

She enters the house on hands and knees, unaware of the warmth as she is still dressed in her freezing, wet clothes, and crawls towards you, snowflakes on her shivering body and, kneeling up on widely spread legs with her dress pulled up to show us that her freezing cold ice covered panties are pressed hard against her cunt, she slowly and carefully licks all the semen from your body, taking care to suck the hair on your abdomen and balls clean, pulling your foreskin gently back to run her tongue over the slit at the tip of your cock and round and round the base of the glans, cleaning you completely of all signs of your violent ejaculation.

She then turns to the glass and very carefully licks all the now cold semen from it, gathering it on her tongue but keeping her mouth open and her tongue out, now not swallowing the cold, disgusting syrup until she has cleaned the window completely. She then sits back on her heels and with her eyes begs your permission to swallow your cold spunk.

She’s your eighteen-year-old daughter. She loves you. How can you refuse her anything? You smile and nod.

Through her chattering teeth she manages a lop-sided grin and swallows it all, and says,

“Happy birthday, Daddy!”

Your birthday is only twenty minutes old and this has been Canz’ “cold” present to you. Now it is time for her “wet” present, which is less a punishment, more a degrading exhibition, for your pleasure. Then she will give you her “sore” present. You will cum with each one.

A note from Canz.

As Marie has accurately stated, that was my “cold” gift to my Daddy, which he enjoyed very much. He found the sight of me shivering, freezing, naked and humiliated in the snow very exciting, and so, it turns out, did my Marie.

Dear reader, I do these things for my friends and my lovers, but also for you. I hope you find these memoirs exciting too.

Please write to me to tell me that you do.

Kiss

Canz.