Sexual Research Commission/Grover/Peters/1
The Peters Family
Lyla: an obstinate 5 year old girl
Jack: a 10 year old boy
Emily: a daydreaming 12 year old girl
Michael: 35 year old single father of three
Part 1: Lyla | Chapter 1: Getting Out the Door
"No!"
"Lyla, you need to get dressed already!"
"No!"
"Emily and Jack are already on their way to school."
"No!"
"If we don't get some clothes on you soon, you'll be late for kindergarten."
"No!"
Michael wrestled his little five year old onto the bed and grabbed her ankles with one hand holding them as steady as he could while slipping her panties on with the other. Somehow he managed to get them on in spite of her kicking and shouting, though he had them on backward. 'Oh well,' he thought, 'at least I got them on'. He grabbed her shorts from behind him and turned back to see she had the panties back down to her ankles. Unfortunately for her, she had lifted her legs up to get the panties off which left her open to her father's assault with the shorts. Before she could react, he shoved the shorts onto her legs, pushing the panties back on with them. She managed to hold them back before they got halfway up her thighs, but it took all her might to keep him from getting them on further.
"No! I don't wanna wear clothes!"
"It's time for you to go to school and I can't send you there naked!"
"Why? Sammy doesn't wear clothes! She gets ta be naked all the time!"
"That's because she's in the program. She's not allowed to wear clothes."
"Then I wanna be in the program too! I hate clothes! I wanna always be naked like Sammy!"
"That's not all that being in the program means. That's only part of it. Being a P-FANS girl means anyone, strangers even, can do whatever they want to you."
"I don't care! If I getta be naked, I don't care! I HATE CLOTHES!"
With that last exclamation, she threw all her strength into a sudden push that kicked the shorts off and let her crawl away. Michael realized that since Lyla was five, she could actually sign herself up for P-FANS and he wasn't sure what power he had to stop her, if any. The panties still hung onto one of Lyla's feet until she pulled them off and flung them at her father's face and stared him down like a cornered animal ready to pounce. Staring back at his defiant, naked little girl, he feared she might be able to sign herself up somehow at school and he knew if he forced her to get dressed now, that's exactly what she'd do. Lyla glanced at the door behind him and decided to try her luck. As she bolted past him he snatched her up tossed her back up the bed. Bouncing on the bed, Lyla almost let out a giggle before she remembered she was mad at her dad. Struck with fear and frustration with this little girl who didn't understand the danger she was flirting with, Michael grabbed her thighs and spread her legs open. His sudden attack startled her and replaced her forced little scowl with a look of genuine shock and confusion.
"You don't understand!" Michael nearly growled. "How will you feel when strangers can just grab you and touch you anywhere, whenever they want?"
"I don't—" She was cut off when he decided to offer a demonstration and started roughly fondling her puffy slit. "What? Why are you touching my kitty? You never—"
"This is what I meant when I said people could touch you anywhere. They'll want to touch your privates most of all. Now do you understand? Strangers will be grabbing your kitty all day if you join the program!" He ran a finger up her slit, hoping to punctuate his statement by making her feel extra violated, but was surprised to notice she was a little moist.
"Really?" Her face lit up at the idea. "Would you pet my kitty too? You never pet my kitty before, but I like it when people pet my kitty!" She tried to grind her crotch into his hand, but he pulled away.
"Who's been—? No, I don't care right now. There's worse things they'll do to you that you won't like!"
"Like what?" She was genuinely curious now and she had replaced his hand with her own, absently stroking herself.
Michael realized his scare tactic was having the opposite effect he had intended. He had to go further. He lifted her up and flipped her over. He had never been this rough with any of his children, but he had never felt the need to scare them like this, to make them fear for themselves the way he feared for them. She landed flat on her belly, but he lifted her up by the crotch so she was on her knees with her little bum presented to him. Opening her cheeks with one hand, he prodded her rosebud with the index finger of his other. Slowly, he started to push in.
"Ow! Ow ow owww!" Lyra whined. "You're hurting me!"
"This is the kind of thing strangers do to P-FANS girls." he told her as flatly as he could in spite of the crack of what he told himself was fear or anger.
"No! You're not allowed a hurt me! You have ta use lube!"
"What?" He was caught off guard. 'How did she even know what lube is?' he wondered.
"Teacher says you always have ta use lube for butt stuff." she instructed, wincing a bit at his finger still prodding her anus.
'I knew they started sex-ed in preschool' he thought to himself, 'But I didn't think they covered anal until at least middle school.' Nonetheless, his daughter was right. P-FANS does have some limits and doing anything that could injure the girls was one of them. Without a word, he left to get a bottle of lube from his own room and also grabbed one of his anal beads once he saw them. When he returned, Lyla was still face down on her bed with her bubble-butt sticking up in the air and a finger teasing her kitty.
"Oh! That's cold." she said when he poured a bit of lube down her crack.
"No one may be allowed to really hurt you, but they don't have to be gentle with you." He told her, but his fingers were too well trained to be anything but gentle as he rubbed the lube between her cheeks and flicked her clit on every down stroke out of habit from two decades of lovemaking. When she moaned softly, he knew he'd been lost in the moment. She wasn't suppose to be enjoying this! He grabbed the anal beads and quickly lubed them up before pressing the first bead against her bum with a much force as he thought she could take. He miscalculated. The first bead popped in with hardly any resistance and the second began spreading her sphincter the way he'd intended the first to. With a little push, she had two of three beads inside her.
She looked back at him with an unreadable expression. "Is that it?" she asked when he relaxed the pressure.
"No, there's more!" He answered, shoving the last bead in with enough force he worried for a moment if he'd gone too far.
"Ungh!" Lyla grunted. A moment passed. "Don't stop now! Gimme another!"
She had 4 inches up there and the largest bead was 2.5in around. "How are you so good at taking it in the ass?" he exclaimed. Frustrated at his inability to get get his point across to his stubborn little daughter, Michael ripped the beads out with a Plop! Plop! Plop! 'Should have brought 6 inch.' he thought.
"Hey! Don't pull my butt out with it!" she cried. After a moment of hoping he'd put it back in, she moved around to sit and explain. "We've been practicing at School! I can almost take the big one all the way 'cause I'm the best stretcher in our class." she reported proudly. "Well, except for Sammy of course, she has to bring her own dildos she's so good at it."
Michael was speechless.
"Are you mad at me?" Lyla asked cautiously.
"No." was all he could manage.
"Did I do something wrong?"
"No, no."
"Did you know I could do that?"
"No."
She took a moment to think about what her daddy was thinking. He was never quiet like this unless he was mad, but he was never mad at her. And he said he wasn't mad at her. She only ever saw him mad at, hmm? When did he get mad? Oh! That time he got in an argument with Jack! What was it about? He wasn't really mad when they were arguing though, he was just kinda excited. It was when Emily joined in he got mad. Because she took Jack's side and he realized he was wrong! He was mad he lost!
Lyla couldn't hide the smile spreading on her face, the kind of smile that frightens her father. "Does this mean I can join the program?"
"No, you can't join the program."
"Why?"
"Because. Because you just can't. You don't understand. You won't be able to leave until you're 18. You can't wear clothes or say no to sex for 13 years. You know how long that is? Your sister is only 12! She hasn't even been alive as long as you would be a P-FANS girl."
"That sounds great!"
"No!"
"Yes!" Lyla jumped up and bounced around her bed chanting, "P-FANS! P-FANS! I wanna be a P-FANS girl!" Michael didn't know what to do. All he wanted was to get his kids off to school on time and now despite his best efforts, his youngest daughter was still naked, singing about how she wants to get raped for the rest of her foreseeable future. How can he make her understand? He tried. He can't. He must have been too gentle because he's her father. She can't know what it's like unless she lives through it herself.
"Okay." he said.
Lyla froze. She turned to her daddy. He looked serious. "Really? Really really?"
"Yes."
"Yay!" she exclaimed and collapsed on the bed. "I'm gonna be a P-FANS girl." she sat up and looked at her daddy but he still looked serious.
"On one condition."
"What?" she eyed him suspiciously.