If you started reading my story by reading this chapter, you should know that my name is Peggy, but all the girls in my freshman dorm at college call me Pygmy. It's because I'm very short. I'm only four feet, ten inches tall and I weigh 86 pounds, soaking wet. Because of some stupid genetic or hormonal thing, I didn't mature like other girls. Oh sure, I reached puberty at age 16, but you'd never know it by looking at me. My little chest is flat, even though my little pink nipples are super-sensitive. I never grew hair anywhere on my body. My voice is juvenile. In other words, I'm nineteen, but I look like I'm eleven years old.
My auburn hair falls in soft ringlets to mid-back. My eyes are hazel. I've been told I'm very pretty.
I'm also pretty kinky about sex particularly masturbation, even though I don't look old enough to even think about sex let alone do it. I decided to use both my kinkiness and my Lolita looks to make money, doing Internet porn. My dorky friend from high school, Jerry helped me make my first video and take some hot still photographs. I then built a website, arranged for online money transfers and started selling my pygmy body over the Internet. The first month, I made nearly enough to pay for a full year's tuition and fees at my exclusive private college. By the sixth week, I had made enough to pay for two full years!
One night while I was uploading some new photos of myself playing with a carrot, my Dad walked in on me. "What the hell...! Peggy! Explain yourself!"
I boldly told my Dad what I was doing on the Internet, then showed him a recent bank statement. He fumed for a second, then shook his head. "Not acceptable, Peggy. I work very hard to pay for your college, and you don't need to act like a slutty little whore to make money. What happens if you're trying to get a high-profile job or start a career that requires a security clearance?"
He always says things like that. He thinks of his half-pint daughter as officer material or maybe entering high-level politics. My Dad is still in the Army, kind of. He's a Master Sergeant, whatever that means, and he still serves in the reserves, leading a platoon in the infantry. He is built like a fire hydrant, short, squat and square. His steel-grey hair is cut to a military style. He has huge biceps, and Lord help me, but when he grabbed me then and threw me across his lap, I felt myself getting hot.
I wasn't surprised that he grabbed me for a spanking. Throughout my nineteen years, Daddy has always seemed to enjoy pulling my panties down and paddling my bare ass. As he first grappled me, I activated the camcorder, which was sitting on my desk. I knew that it would capture the spanking beautifully.
True to habit, Daddy pulled my shorts and panties to my knees. He had me in three quarter profile to the camera, and I knew the lens could easily see my hairless little cunny, which I knew was juicy. Daddy's big hand slapped down over and over, and soon I was crying dramatically. "No Daddy, no! Daddy, I'm sorry! Ow! Daddy, it hurts!! Ow-wee!"
Then my Dad did something which shocked me. He shoved his middle finger deep into my juicy cunty and snarled, "You want to act like a little whore, I'll help you. How does that feel, you little slut?"
He began to stroke hard into me, and soon my exaggerated howls of pain turned into very real cries of lust. "Oh! Dad-deeeee!" I was cumming all over Daddy's thick, strong finger. He continued to relentlessly stroke me, occasionally using his other hand to smack my bottom.
I had my third screaming orgasm, and Daddy released me. I quickly stood up and attempted to pull up my shorts and white cotton panties. "No!" he thundered. "Turn around and pull up your shirt for that camera!"
I was surprised again. Dad had seen me turn on the camcorder! As I exposed my pre-adolescent titties to the camera, I felt my Daddy start to kiss my ass. I cried in surprise and delight, as Daddy bent me over and began tonguing my puckered pink little hole. It felt fantastic! As he worked on my asshole, he continued to play with my hot bare pussy. Soon I was creaming hard for the fourth time since Daddy walked in on me. "Oh! Oh God!! Ooh-h-ooh-oooh! Unh! Unh! Oh sweet Daddy! It fee-eels so-o-o good! Daddy!!" I again screamed, my knees buckling from beneath me.
When I had recovered, my Dad told me to rewind the scene we had just filmed. The shot was framed perfectly. You couldn't see my Daddy's face at all, but his punishment and abuse of his little girl was perfectly, vividly captured. "Add that to your website, whore!" he exclaimed, and then knocked me to the floor with a powerful backhand. "You love to perform, you little bitch! Well, Daddy's gonna think about how we can both benefit from your little online sex racket!" With that, he strode from the room.
I watched the film again, then began to think about what Daddy might have in mind. I didn't have to wait very long to find out.
The next weekend was the last free weekend of the summer, and I had to move back into the dorm. This year, as a sophomore I was no longer required to live in the frosh girls' dormitory. I planned to move into a coed dorm known for its wild parties and wilder couplings.
Daddy would not hear of it.
"I've arranged for an apartment for you close to the campus," he explained. "It's simple, but it's fine, and you have plenty of money to pay for it." It was true. I had posted the video of Daddy spanking and finger-banging me the night it happened, and had already received nearly four thousand bucks in pay-per-view revenue.
