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!"
