Harper Valley: Fadeout

Peter Pan

HARPER VALLEY: FADEOUT

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Published by: United Directory Systems UK Bexley, Kent, UK

This first edition (E-Book) published in the USA by World Literature Publishing Ontario, Canada. January 2021

“The question isn’t “who’s going to let me?” it’s “who’s going to stop me?”

Ayn Rand

Russian-American Writer (1905-1982)

Author of “Atlas Shrugged.”

FOREWORD

This book’s predecessors,The Complete Harper Valley” and “Harper Valley: A Postscript” were the direct result of so many readers internationally, wanting to acquire printed compilations of Harper Valley stories rather than having to laboriously search and select one by one off various websites themselves. Many made the comment that they much prefer to read from a book than a computer screen and I fully concur with that observation.

Inevitably, a few stories missed the cut and two further were written long after the above two books were published. Readers understandably made contact saying “Well what about **** and ****?” Who am I to deny them?

I sincerely hope then, this third (and final) publication fills the vacuum I unintentionally created and addresses the many requests I have received to date.

© Peter_Pan Colorado January 2021

TABLE OF CONTENTS

It Came Upon a Midnight Clear 5

Sisterly Affection 22

Harper’s Moment of Shame 32

Harper Valley: In the Heat of the Night 36

Harper Valley: Once Bitten 52

IT CAME UPON A MIDNIGHT CLEAR

Author’s note:

Whilst this never was a “Harper Valley” episode as such – the occurences described here, transpired quite some time before the events of “Forget Harper Valley PTA” – it does however, serve as a prequel of sorts. It might also explain my attitudes snd reactions to Kylie herself during the HV interludes.

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I’m not an inherently bad man, perhaps weak in a Christian sense but hey..…let he who is without sin cast the first stone right? I have a sneaking suspicion, a hitherto unverified but significantly large percentage of fathers have at some stage harbored many a Freudian fantasy as to their own daughters, be it admitted to or not. My guess is upwards of seventy percent.

In my particular case, having three girls at the time aged fifteen to nineteen, all extremely pretty (and this but twenty two months ago) I can vouch for having many excruciatingly hot flushes with but the slightest provocation.

My wife left me when the kids were very young, way pre-school, and I brought them up pretty damn well, even if I do say so myself. We lived in a smallish two bedroom house which with a young son additionally, necessitated one of the girls sleeping with me by rotation pretty much up to each one’s tenth birthday.

This had continued blissfully and some might think surprisingly, without incident. I do not recollect having even the vaguest of fantasies throughout all those years of bathing them, washing, drying and brushing their hair and attending to their every needs, including rubbing cream on their cute little vaginal areas when they developed rashes down thataway. Now I think back…how weird was that?

Whatever, I will admit to an extreme fascination with the female body. Have always had it. I would do nothing to hurt, abuse or affront a young girl’s well-being but if anyone out there wants to try convincing me that making love to a young and willing teenager, be it your own daughter or someone else’s….is not to die for, then hell, that’s some task you’ve set for yourself.

So, with that brief background let me return to the tale at hand. Like many other healthy male heterosexuals, let alone one having no female companion for twelve years or so, I discovered on the net, a wealth of er, "remarkably pleasant" images let us say, of young girls in some rather introspective positions.

Call me twisted, but I find pics of pretty girls being spanked extremely arousing. Not the thirty-eight year old multiple face-lifted bondage freaks with faces like Genghis Khan after a losing battle, posing as schoolgirls – talk about instant sterility….but genuine very young girls being soundly spanked. If you look, they are there. I suspect my liking for this erotic phase came from having a really lovely girlfriend in my late twenties who we discovered by accident, loved being spanked herself. She was tiny and with the cutest little bottom but could take whatever I dished out…and it was the greatest precursor to sex I/ever experienced. For her as well.

But I digress. My computer library of "hot images" was coming along nicely (as it were). When the kids were asleep I would peruse minutely and on full-screen, each and every teenage curve. Around this time I started seeing my own girls in a different (Oh God, how different) light - most especially Kylie, the sixteen year old. Why her? I have no idea. All three were just plain drop dead gorgeous. Small to medium size well-shaped breasts (my fav), cute bottoms and slim curvy bodies. Since the eldest looked sixteen and the youngest the same, they appeared for all the world like triplets and are often mistaken for such. So you get the picture I think: Full-time scoreline - Dad’s fantasies 1 : Girls’ availability Nil.

The night in question, I didn’t hear her come up the stairs to my room. Whilst luckily I was in no compromising position (give me another five minutes, I might have been) I did have a couple of pics just up on screen which were definitely not for family viewing. One of a girl bending over a bed while her dad spanked her and another of a really young girl over some guy’s knee as he pulled her knickers down. It could have been worse!

"Oh my God dad…that’s disgusting!" said Kylie. I spun round, not even having the presence of mind to turn the screen off. In circumstances like this I always figure attack is the best form of defense.

"No Kylie, its not disgusting," I said, and in an effort to defend the indefensible added, "If looking at pictures of girls getting spanked is "wrong"….OK, I’m guilty, but hey, you came into my room…I didn’t intrude on your space." She put her hands on her hips and looked soo appealing that second in her PJ’s, I had thoughts I really shouldn’t have.

"I suppose that’s true dad," she said, "It just surprised me – I can’t imagine you looking at pictures like that!"

"There’s a lot worse than this going around Kylie," I replied, "Sure you’ve seen your share on the Net yourself. She blushed…and nodded.

She was glancing at the two pics on my screen, "You like the idea of spanking young girls do you dad?" It was a fair question!

I looked at her kinda quizzically, I thought of mentioning little Sarah from all those years ago, but thought better of it.

"Well, only in as much as most men would probably enjoy spanking girls given half a chance Kylie, if you want to be honest about it. It doesn’t do any harm you know."

She sat there alongside my computer desk, hands resting on her legs her cute breasts barely evident under her fluffy top…not that I was looking.

"Do you think about us that way dad?" she pouted.

"What? You and your sisters?….hardly," I lied. "What a question Kylie!"

"Well, I bet you do sometimes…you just wouldn’t admit it." she said.

"True, I wouldn’t," I replied. "Anyway…shouldn’t you be heading off back to bed? What made you get up?" (It was way past midnight)

She stretched in the chair. "Couldn’t sleep dad, its really hot tonight." It was too.

"Ok cutie," I said, turning back to the screen and switching back to the business web-site I was working on… "Well, off you go, catch you in the morning."

She got up and put her arms round me and gave me the most lovely hug. "Goodnight dad" she said and turned to go.

"Dad….are you sure you don’t think about spanking us?" Now she was being cheeky!

I turned round. "No way Kylie…but if you keep asking naughty questions like that, I might change my mind and put you over my knee!"

I think I caught the slightest evolution of a smirk, "You wouldn’t dare!"

"Is that a challenge kiddo?" I said, "If so, its not a line I’d pursue if I were you." My mind was working overtime. "Please God, let her pursue it!"

Little Kylie, all five foot two of her, stood her ground. "You’re all talk dad," she teased, the cutest little smile on her pretty face.

I grabbed her arms and pulled her to me. She put up the merest semblance of a struggle as I tugged her across my knee. God, how cute was that little bottom? I gave her an exploratory smack, the mere contact with that part of her anatomy enough to send the testosterone into hyperdrive. She wriggled on my lap and whether intentionally or not – I suspect not, I could feel her small breasts making contact with my knee.

The next smack was noticeably harder. I think it surprised her a little. She gave a little yelp of surprise but being the feisty little cutie she’s always been, turned her head towards me and said, "Is that supposed to hurt dad?" I was staring meanwhile at the top few centimetres of her light blue panties that had been exposed by the spanks and that delightful little gap between PJ pants and top that exposed a ribbon of soft skin around her lower back and just a hint of the delicate inward curve above her hips. The third smack was a beauty!

As she momentarily arched her back in surprise, her beautiful shoulder length curly brunette hair jiggling now, I had the greatest urge to put my arm beneath her and to take hold of her beautiful breasts as I knew they must be, having almost seen them in their entirety but once a year or so before when a towel slipped as she exited the bathroom. Of course I resisted, and delivered a fourth spank.

"Ouch dad" she cried. I stayed my hand.

"Had enough?" I asked her. "I think I’ve proved my point!"

"Not a wimp dad," she said and presented her bottom for more.

"Tell you what," I said, "Let’s make it interesting then," having said which I tugged her PJ bottoms down a-ways before she could react.

"Dad," she cried, reaching round to try and pull them back up. "You can see my panties!" I pulled her hand away!

"So Kylie?…seen way more than that before. I did used to bath you once you know! Besides you still have your knickers on, what’s the problem?" I gave her another smack to be going on with.

With only the thin nylon protecting both her modesty and her skin now, the spanks were way more effective……in more ways than one. The feel of her young bottom directly beneath my hand was doing wonders for my masculine ego…and also other areas of my anatomy that I hoped Kylie hadn’t yet noticed. Her beautiful young bottom was also now wonderfully defined as the light blue material clung to her cheeks and highlighted every curve…and she has just so many!