Nov 4, 2012
---- Chapter 1-----

Amber cried out as her mother swatted her again with a short broom. Her small chipmunk backside burned with the rough reeds and twigs lashing at her thin furred rump.
"Mommy I'm sorry! Mommy!" the little girl cried out she tried so hard to protect her little rump with her free hand that it to was hit unmercifully by the child’s mother.
"What you were doing was unholy, you disgusting little harlot!" The mother with eyes blazing finally dropped her child on the floor in a sobbing heap. "You've been brought up better than that Amber!" The little fur cried on the floor scooting over to a corner tucking her rigged tattered dress up under her stinging bottom. "Wait until your father gets home, go to your room!"
	Shutting the door behind her Amber's heart thumbed hard in her chest. She was scared. Father dealt worse punishment then mother. She did not understand what was wrong. Friends she has played with for her years of her short life did the same. Playing at the river on the edge of town under the bridge swimming like always only this time was different when Jaccob and Janny the rabbit twins showed up and wanted to play a new game.
	"Like this?" Amber said. The young chipmunk sat under the bridge in its cool shade with Jaccob behind her and Janny in front of her. His white paws moved to Amber's knee's and pulled her legs apart.
	"Yeah just like that." A devious glint in Jaccob's eye went unseen to the innocent chipmunk. "Now you tank your hand down here..." He then guided Ambers hand down to her pubic mound. Across from her sat Janny completely nude with her toes touching the front of Amber's in the same exact pose.
	"Then you start to rub, like this." Janny rubbed her fingers over her lips gently at first until she felt the tingle of arousal. Behind Amber Jaccob was watching his sister and licked his lips letting off a heated breath right into the chipmunk’s ear. His fingers pressing into the back of her own she rubbed into her tender little lips. The bud of womanhood soft and supple between her fingers it was not long till she, to felt the tingle, something new that warmed her body. Having never felt like this before she looked over at Janny and watched her then her hand now feverishly rubbing her pubic mound. Watching Janny made the feeling stronger and Amber copied her rubbing harder now until she realized her fingers were wet. Lifting up her hand she asked,
	"What is this?" Quickly Jaccob replied.
	"It means you're playing right. it feels good, doesn’t it?" Jaccob looked down at Amber to those wet lips, swelling with arousal. Amber nodded. It did feel good. Something about it didn't feel right though like they would get in trouble.
	"We should stop." Amber said her little ears tucking back then perking up hearing Janny moan. The sound of her pleasure sent another twinge threw her.
	"Don't worry Amber, no one cares. Adult do this stuff all the time." Jaccob replied.
	"Yeah, our Dad dose this all the time with Mom and other ladies to." Janny said before sliding fingers into her juicy pussy with a slich. Jaccob moved his hands down past Amber's and rubbed her clit directly. Amber squealed sharply. Jaccob other hand moved around her and body and cover her mouth. "Don't get to loud now." He chuckled. His cock had hardened and was rubbing against Ambers back. Sighing sharply she felt the world spinning under her. This felt so crazy. She was scared and exhilarated at the same time never wanting it to stop. 
	Before she could even imagine anything that felt better than this her first ever orgasm took her over. Jaccob's fingers found their way into her mouth as the little chipmunk convulsed and shuttered in ecstasy to keep her cries muffled, other hand occupied rubbing and pinching a throbbing twitching clitoris of the little girl. Amber huffed and puffed and as tears collected at the corners of her eyes she pulled Jaccob's hand away. The sensation was to intense to keep touching there as that feeling rattled her body. No more touching. She couldn't take that anymore.
	Panting Amber lay back against Jaccob who looked down at her with a smile. "I told you it would feel really good." Before Amber had time to catch her breath the little white bunny Janny pulled Amber's legs apart, hands held at her little supple thighs.
	"She is dripping wet, look brother." Heat raised in Amber's cheeks though not really seen under her tan fur. They were looking at her, at her neither parts. She could feel them looking at her throbbing flesh. "You should play with yourself every day. Our dad told us that. It keeps you happy and healthy." Janny nodded and brought a finger up and wiped some of the slick juices off the little chipmunk’s pussy.
That was a week ago. Since then Amber found herself touching herself daily. The sweet release of all that pent up energy lightend her heart and made her lowly existence in poverty less dreary. Today however changed that. When she was washing up after morning chores back behind the tiny shack she called home her mother caught her. Washing she found herself paying extra attention to the new pleasure button she found. With whines of climax her mother caught her. In the thralls of orgasm then icy cold dread drenched her with mothers screaming. Now she sat in the closet like room she called her own with nothing but a dirty matt on the floor, ragged blanket and crudely made doll. The doll was in fact a gift from her grandmother before she passed away. It had a head and a torso and two spindly arms that could be taken off with slight effort. "I don't understand Mami." she thought look down at her doll, her only friend at home. "Jaccob and Janny said it was a good thing and it feels good; but what did I do wrong?" Her bottom was still sore and instead of sitting she laid down til her father would be home.
	Woken up with a start the sound of furniture shuffling across hard dirt floors Amber sat up. Grimacing with pain as her butt was still very tender she listened closely. She could hear talking and before she knew it her father opened the door with a snort. He came to sit on the stool in the corner of the tiny room. "Your mother told me you were doing obscene things to yourself today, is that right young lady?" The aged man’s face furrowed even in the very dim light of the room she could see it. Ambers parents were far older than most children her age she was something of an unwanted burden in their old lives. Despite such attitudes towards her she always tried to be good and stay on the bright side of things.
	"Well, did you!?" The old chipmunk snapped with foot hitting the floor. Amber got up to her feet as he pulled something from his side. Metal glinted in the light. Oh no, not the belt. Amber swallowed hard though it did nothing to take the thumping heart beat out of her throat. She always tried so hard to be good she has really only been whipped three separate times, each time it took a week or more to get the feeling back in her posterior.
	"Yes Father." She finally said timidly. The man grabbed her by the arm and pulled her over to his lap and laid her over his bent leg. Grabbing her short striped tail and yanking up it drew back the fabric of her dress exposing her bare bottom. Her father raised the belt once and with a smack and yelp she cried out. "You are a little slut." He laid the leather band across her bottom again. "I will not have a dirty whore in my house!" Slap. Slap! Amber cried tears now coming down her face. It took all her young will power to not cry audibly. She'd done that before and got extra lashing for it. Waiting for the fourth whack she realized it hadn't come yet. Was she going to be cut a break? Normal lashing were at least five or six strokes. She then felt something strand. The roughed skin of her father’s paw pads stroke over her bottom. "You know what happens to whores, Amber?" She gulped. This was different. Frightened she held her breath trembling. He was hovering over the crevasse of her buttocks then in a swift movement he slid a finger into her. The warm of her pussy wrapped around his finger made him twitch deep in his manhood. She was frozen unable to move. Draped over her father’s leg he fingered her, probed the thick digit deeper into her then drawing it back out. Repeatedly he did this until he pulled his hand away and saw the juices dripping down it. With upper lip curled he sniffed the scent of his own daughters young bud. He was hard. The girl felt something digging into the side of her leg.
	Trying to not draw attention to herself she looked up over her shoulder at him and saw him licking his fingers, suckling them like he just had a most succulent feast and needed every last morsel from his paws. Without looking down at her he put his belt down across her back, his hand resting over her very store bottom. He ground his hips forward a little into her leg. With the pressure on her bottom she whined. It hurt so badly she could not keep the noise in even with both hands over her mouth.
	He seemed to snap out of a daze realizing what he was doing, what he was entertaining in his mind and sat up abruptly with the little girl falling to the floor with a thump. He looked down at her. "Go to bed. No dinner for you tonight." He barked and left the room slamming the door behind him. Bewildered to say the least Amber curled back up on her bed. "What just happened?" she thought. He touched me there, down there, just like Jacob had. Mother said that is bad. People who touch down there go to hell for being bad, perverted, abominations. Daddy did it. For a moment her mind cleared and could feel the sensation of her father’s finger sliding in and stretching her virgin walls. It felt good, why was that bad?