Juvenalas Penitatas
Lesson 11.1 – Rilka's Pink Punishment

Rilka was likely the only girl in the history of Northrock to smile as she was led into the specially prepared punishment room. It was a small office, utterly vacated of everything save a chair with padded stirrups and the backrest tilted almost horizontal. A hint of nervousness flittered through her voice as she turned to her father and said, “I don't need to be tied down, do I? I'm here by choice after all.”
“This is a punishment, so we do it properly,” Shon replied coldly as he lifted her onto the seat. The girl wriggled into place, letting her tail fall through the gap in the padding and hang slack beneath, then lay back so her head came to rest in the black leather cradle. Her legs were lifted up and apart, placed into the stirrups and fastened there. He glanced at the cream-coloured girl's face and smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes. “Are you really doing this just to get more treats?”
A single, cheeky snigger escaped the lizard-girl's snout. “That's just a bonus. I meant what I said about wanting to give you a present. I know you wouldn't be allowed to do this at any other time. And... you've been good to me this year.”
Her father leaned over, lifting her paws up and fasting them behind her head. “This won't be as fun for you as you think, cream-cake. Your mother and I like to have our fun with you, but you never earned this.”
The sombre tone drained away all giddiness from Rilka. She tried to rally herself, stating, “I've had both of you fingering me, and stuffing plenty of weird stuff up there. Can't be any worse than that, right?” The only answer was the tug of her tail being bound.
With all restraints in place, Shon stood up and examined his naked penitatas daughter. Her legs spread wide, he knelt down to inspect the nine year old's slit, noting the subtle bead of wetness that trickled down towards her back passage as his snout drew near. She was excited, despite what was coming. Out of kindness, he gave her a single, long lick, and briefly savoured the shuddering gasp that drew from her. His paw worked his cock hard as he licked her a second time, then he rose and steered the head of his cock into place.
Rilka's eyes widened, her whole body stiffening at the feeling of her father's warm flesh against her slit. “Wait, aren't you going to lube up?”
“I'm afraid Pink Letters don't include lube, cream-cake. Deep breaths, and try to relax.” With that as his only warning, Shon leaned forward, bracing himself on the chair's sturdy frame, and thrust his hips hard forwards.

The bound little girl gave out a strangled yelp as her father's thighs banged against the padded chair legs. His long, thick cock violently stretched her insides, slamming against her cervix so hard Rilka feared she'd break in half. The only reason she didn't cry was the violent thrust knocked the air from her lungs. She breathed in sharply, reflexively as Shon pulled back, withdrawing halfway out of her passage before thrusting again. Having gone in dry, with only a little of her own juices and a token coat of saliva to loosen her up, every thrust was like sandpaper dragged across her most tender flesh.
“Da' st-op!” she gasped, choking on the words as she was rocked by each deep, forceful thrust. “Please!”
Her father gave no reply other than his low grunts of effort as he steadily pounded her, thrust after thrust, a look of deliberate focus on his dark green snout. The helpless girl clenched hard, as if desperately hoping she could force his cock out, but it only served to tighten her stretched, tortured passage, and thus make the ordeal all the more painful.
“D-da-ddy!” she blubbed breathlessly, struggling even to cry properly as she was rocked and pounded. Her eyes fixed on her father as choked, gasping sobs escaped her maw. His jaw was set, teeth bared just a little, and eyes fixed on her stomach in a look of total concentration.
He didn't once meet her gaze. The only hint the helpless lizard had her ordeal was drawing to a close was the narrowing of Shon's eyes and a sharp grunt. She felt his thick meat twitch against her cervix as her womb began to fill with seed. He gave a few slow thrusts to thoroughly empty himself, then eased his reddened length free. Only then did he meet Rilka's gaze, and his expression shifted to one of deepest regret.

“I want you to keep still while I untie you, okay?” Shon asked as he carefully undid the binds. “You're going to be sore, so let's take it slow and not cause any more hurt.”
Rilka didn't acknowledge him, but nor did she move. Carefully, with winces and whimpers at each step, the girl's legs were guided out of the stirrups and stretched out. Her arms and tail were freed, and the soor little Penny was helped onto her feet. Shon knelt down in front of her, resting her paws in his own. “It's over now, pet. It's over. Do you need a cuddle?”
A shudder ran through the girl's body. She raised her right paw, held it trembling in the air for a moment, then weakly slapped her father's shoulder. The second swing with her left glanced feebly off his cheek, and with each successive swing her sobs became more forceful. Shon let her flail until she broke and collapsed against him, howling in absolute misery. Only then did he embrace her, and held her as tightly as she needed.
“That wasn't how I thought it'd go at all!” Rilka whimpered after several minutes of crying her pain out.
“I know, cream-cake. I did tell you not to pick a pink card.”
Rilka gave a weak little stammer and replied in a voice that teetered on breaking, “D-dad... I need to... to tell you something.”
“What is it?”
“T-Talek's way better at s-sex than you!” The noise that followed was halfway between a laugh and a sob. Shon chuckled along, purely because it was what the girl clearly needed from him.
In time, the huffing and whimpering eased down, and Shon let Rilka go. She edged backward sheepishly, struggling to meet her father's gaze. “Did you... did you at least have fun?” she asked awkwardly.
Shon gently took her by the snout and forced her to meet his gaze. “I think it was a truly kind thought that you wanted me to enjoy a 'forbidden fruit'. I just wish it could have been done differently, in a way you would have enjoyed more as well.” his words drew a hint of a smile from the girl, and with that he nodded toward the door. “Come on. We should go.”
“Are... you going to tell them about what we did?”
“No. If you want it to stay between us, it will.”
Rilka accepted this with a nod. “Thanks. At least... at least there's some part of this I get to be in control of.”
“Right. Oh, I almost forgot!” Shon quickly took the pink disk and fastened it to her remaining red clip. “You know what you're getting with your coins?”
Rilka nodded. “Ice-cream and comfy pants. Pants first, definitely!” a self-conscious paw drifted over her raw, swollen genitalia.
“Okay, cream-cake. Let's get the last punishment over. Then it'll be time for some long overdue fun.”