A Summmer of Wishes Part III - The Adventures of Marti Dixon

- by Alvo Torelli

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Just after Witt finished his thrilling baseball story, the lunch bell rang and all the children jumped up to head to the cafeteria. Nearly half of them were naked, but no one seemed to care. As the children filed out, Professor West smiled at each of them in turn, then he sat at his teacher's desk and pulled out a sandwich.

After lunch and recess, the children returned, sated and happy. As soon as they were seated, several hands went up, their owners eager to share summer stories with everyone else. Several more children were called to the front and the pile of clothes got deeper and deeper.

Next Professor West called to the front the third of the five children who wore the small gold pins they'd won in last year's wish contest: a mousy girl with brown hair, hazel eyes and the cutest little nose in her round, friendly face - Marti Dixon.

Marti Dixon's story:

Marti was probably the smallest girl in her class of ten-year-olds, barely four feet three inches and thin. But she carried herself with a fascinating presence - very self assured - as she came to the front of the class and looked at Professor Imrash West.

"Hello, sir," Marti said calmly. "Do you remember me?"

"Why yes, Marti, I remember you well. Such an interesting wish you made last spring. Do you remember? Did your wish come true?"

"I think you know perfectly well that my wish came true, Professor." Marti said sharply, almost as if she was chastising her elder.

"Well, well, Marti. Yes, I did know - I always do," Professor West said, leaning back from the strength of the little girl's stare. "I see you're wearing your pin, Marti, the one you won for your wish. Will you tell the others what it says?"

Marti touched the pin and smiled. "Of course, Professor," Marti said. She carefully removed the small pin and she showed it to the class. "It says, 'Most Dominant Wish,' and it really was the most dominant wish." She flipped her head back to fix her eyes on Professor West. "Wasn't it, Professor?"

Old Professor West leaned back even further from tiny Marti's glare, but he didn't answer her question. He just calmly asked, "Would you like to tell the class about your wish and how it came true, Miss Dixon?"

"Only if they promise to be good!" she said sharply, then turned back to the class to quickly scan all the faces, looking for troublemakers.

"Oh, I'm quite sure they'll promise," Imrash responded and indeed the children all nodded their heads enthusiastically.

"Very well then," Marti began. She set her pin on the teacher's desk and began her story.

"Last year I was very afraid all the time, because I'm so little. Did you know I'm the youngest in the whole class?" Many of the children shook their heads. "Well, I am, and I was very shy and felt intimidated - especially by all the mean boys." Marti paused to glare at two boys in the back row - Henry and Bob, who both pressed back into their seats. "So, when Professor West offered me a wish, I wished that I could learn to be more certain of myself and less scared all the time. I wished to be strong.

"Right after school was out my mother got an ad in the mail about a special summer school for girls - to teach them poise and self assurance. It was pretty expensive, and a long way away, but for some reason my mother thought it was a really good idea, so she sent me there. I was so scared all by myself on the bus! But I got there fine. The school was called Das Verlies für Kinder and the teacher was Mistress Schwarz. It was in a big, old house on the edge of the town, and there were only three other students besides me." An odd thing happened to Marti's voice as she continued to speak. The timbre of her voice lowered and she picked up a slight accent that stuck with her throughout her story. Words like 'was' and 'and' came out as 'vas' and 'und.' Many of the children found her voice frightening, although they couldn't at first have explained why.

Marti continued. "The school, it was hard. For three weeks we did nothing but strengthen the muscles and practice walking in the heels - the heels that got higher and higher each week. The exercises made my muscles so sore - I could barely pee - but I got stronger and stronger every day. And the heels, they make my ankles, calves and feet hurt until I can barely walk. But I am determined. I will not be weak little sissy girl! After three weeks, one girl, she can not hold the device tight enough and she still stumbles on her heels, so she is sent home - in disgrace. She is weak and not worthy of Mistress Schwarz!"

As tiny Marti continued, as her language got sharper and her accent deepened, she walked over to the row of cubbies at the side of the classroom to retrieve her backpack. She looked even smaller in comparison to the pack, which thunked ominously on the floor when she dropped it in front of her classmates. Marti was wearing jeans and a bulky, shapeless blouse that buttoned all the way to her throat. She continued her story as she began to unbutton the blouse, revealing first of all a pendant hanging from a thin silver chain - a silver depiction of a skull. Several children gasped.

"After three weeks, we are ready for the next training, although we still practice our exercises and walk in our heels every day to get even stronger. We learn to wear the tight clothes - tighter every day! We watch the movies - they are very instructive. Very. The movies, they explain the punishment - you understand! Yes?" Marti slapped her hand down on the desk of Indra, who was sitting in the front row and the girl squeaked in terror. Indra nodded her brunette head vigorously as she leaned as far back in her seat as she could get.

Marti's blouse was pulled from her jeans and discarded to reveal a tight and shiny black corset around her waist, extending down around her hips inside her jeans. There were evil looking leather straps with buckles across the front and the corset pinched her waist down to a size that looked impossible. No ten-year-old girl should have such an amazing hour-glass figure.

"But one of the girls, the oldest one, she was not strong. She could not handle the corset and the tightening, every day the tightening! So she has left the school. She is weakling and stupid! She should be punished! Do you want to be punished, Billy?!" Billy cowered in his front-row seat as Marti leaned into his space and fixed him with her green eyes. "What is this name, Billy? This is sissy name. You must be William, or you can be sissy boy like sissy-boy Witty!" All of Marti's W's had become strong V's - 'Vhat,' 'Villiam' and 'Vitty.' Her accent was sharp and many of the children were confused.

As soon as she'd finished berating poor little Billy, Marti tugged at the front of her jeans and then wriggled out of them, revealing the fact that underneath she was wearing thigh-high black fishnet stockings held up by garters that came down from the hem of her black corset. And her bare little hairless pussy was perfectly framed by all the black. As she bent over to unzip her backpack, she purposefully gave the whole class a perfect view of her bare pussy and ass from behind. From her backpack she pulled a pair of black soft-leather boots, then she sat on the floor next to her backpack and began to pull on the boots. She faced the class, legs spread defiantly as she continued her frightening story.

"Before you can give out the punishment you must understand the punishment!" she barked at her classmates, who shrank back in fright. "This is the thing you must learn. The other student, she could not learn this, because she was weak! She could not take the lash. She could not take the nipple clamps. She could not take the pain! She was weak and she was not worthy to lick the boots of Mistress Schwarz! And so she is driven away, in shame and humiliation, crying like a little baby! A weak little sissy-baby! I am the only one what is worthy. I am the only one what can take the pain, and the suffering. Yes, I am the one what understands the punishment and I kiss Mistress Schwarz's boots and she tells me I am ready!"

Marti zipped her boots up along the back of each leg, all the way up to her knees. They fit like a second skin. The children were aghast when Marti pulled two tiny padlocks from her backpack and locked the top of each zipper in place. Like her pendant, the little padlocks were both evil looking skulls. Then Marti stood up and the audience was amazed to see her new height and her ability to move around in the amazing boots without falling to the ground or breaking her ankles. The boots had seven inch stiletto heels and three-inch platforms. Marti was suddenly the tallest girl in her class. The toe-down position that the boots forced on her posture made her look even taller and accentuated her corset-thinned waist as she tilted her pelvis. Amazingly, Marti could still bend at the waist to reach once more into her backpack, where she retrieved a wicked looking black riding crop and a pair of silver handcuffs. The handcuffs were snapped onto the side of her corset and the riding crop slid down into a tight sleeve along the side of her right boot, sticking out several inches at the top. She completed her amazing dominatrix outfit by scooping up her little gold pin from the teacher's desk, pinning it to her corset.

"And so, I am become Little Mistress D! And I am ready to punish. I am ready to punish the weak. Are you weak, Alfred?!" Marti's little riding crop smacked down on Alfred's desk and he shrieked. His eyes were huge behind his thick glasses and he scrabbled under his desk for his inhaler. "Do you need to be punished, Alfred? Tell me! Tell Little Mistress why you need to be punished! You are weak. You are sissy-boy!"

"Marti!" Professor West broke sharply in to Little Mistress D's tirade. She went silent and whirled on him with murder on her cute little face. "Marti, I really think perhaps you should leave poor Alfred alone. We don't want any heart attacks today now, do we? Why don't you get back to your story."

"As you wish!" Marti snarled. She turned back to her frightened classmates and openly scowled at the lot of them.

"As I said, I am become Little Mistress D and I am the only one to survive the training and the exercises and the punishment and now I am ready to be the one to help the little children who need the punishment. I understand the punishment and I am ready."

"I have the whip!" Marti slashed her whip through the air. "I have the bondage!" She cocked her sexy hip and the handcuffs jangled at her waist. "And I have the cock!" Marti bent over again, amazingly, and came up from her backpack with a huge, black strapless double-dildo, which she held defiantly over her head. The main part of the dildo was an eight inch long lifelike penis, complete with veins - at least three inches in diameter. It was a monster. And equally impressive was the large bulb that jutted out from the cock at a right angle - a ball about three inches across, connected to the main shaft by a tube that tapered to only an inch. Marti held the evil device by the ball and her little hand barely covered half of it.

"Every day I am brought the little children. Some are very little, some are not so little, but always I am the Little Mistress. Always I have the punishment to give to the little children while their mommies and their daddies are sitting behind the big mirror, watching. The mommies and the daddies, they are bringing me the little children to purify them through the punishment. Little boys, little girls, it does not matter - they are all weak and they have been very very bad and I must punish them! I will show you how I punish them!"

Marti walked straight to the desk of little Pattie Sutor and stared the girl in the eyes. "You! You are the naughty girl. You are the whore girl! Die Hure! Die Schlampe! You are the prostitute who lays with men for nothing but a doll. Pfft! I spit on you! You must be punished! Come, come with Little Mistress and take your punishment." She grabbed Pattie by the hand and dragged her to the front of the class, practically throwing her to the ground. "Now, now I will show you how we punish the naughty little girls. The daddies, they like to watch the little girls be punished. Later I will punish you in front of your daddy, little harlot, kleine Hure!"

Little Mistress was standing over Pattie, who was trembling with fear. Her stance was wide. She stared down at Pattie with violence in her eyes. And she was holding the double ended dildo in her small hand. Little Mistress spit on the bulb of the double dildo and smeared the spittle around. She repeated this and then she fingered her little slit, while she continued to glare at the cowering little whore. There was a total hush over the room. Everyone was too frightened to say a word. But there was a collective gasp as Little Mistress, with practiced movements, brought the bulb of the double dildo to her miniature cunt and pressed the ball upwards. She bit her lip and her eyes flared as she increased the pressure and then, all at once, the bulb slid up inside of her. The bulb was so big inside of her that the front of her lower abdomen actually pushed out just enough to be visible.

"Now I am ready to give you your punishment, Hure, slut, nasty nasty girl!" Little Mistress let go of the dildo and it stood out from her body exactly like an erect penis. Compared to her diminutive stature, even in her seven inch heels, the dildo looked massive.

Pattie saw the huge phallus above her and she screamed. She knew what it would feel like to have something that big shoved inside of her and she had no doubt that that was exactly what her punishment was going to be. She turned onto her knees and tried to crawl away, terrified.

But Little Mistress was too quick for poor Pattie. In a flash she was behind the child and she wrestled Pattie to the ground on her face. She cuffed Pattie's wrists behind her back even as the little girl begged for mercy.

"You will stop!" Little Mistress demanded of her captive. "You will not beg. You will take your punishment and you will like it! Do you hear me? Do you!?"

"Yes!" Pattie cried out.

"Yes, what?" Little Mistress demanded.

"Oh, oh, yes, yes Mistress. Yes Little Mistress."

"You will ask me now to give you the punishment. You want the punishment, don't you? You crave the punishment!"

"Oh god, yes, yes Little Mistress." Pattie was so confused! But her whole being told her to submit to the Little Mistress. "Yes, Little Mistress, please, please punish me."

"Why am I punishing you, little girl? I do not think you are worthy to have my punishment. Tell me why I am to punish you!"

"Oh! Little Mistress, please, please - because, because, oh god, because I'm a whore. I'm a nasty, naughty little whore!"

"That is right! You are die Hure. Now get on your knees! Spread your legs, Schlampe! And beg me to punish you. Beg me!"

Pattie struggled to bring her knees under her body. Her face was pressed into the cold tile, but she just managed to get her knees under her. "Yes, yes, PLEASE, please punish me Little Mistress. Please, I beg you!" She felt Little Mistress grab her hips and pull her higher. She felt her legs forced wider. She felt the tip of the huge dildo press against her sopping, throbbing cunt. She wanted to be punished!

Little Mistress thrust the dildo forward with a practiced motion of her hips. She had practiced for weeks to master the motions that came so naturally to a man, but were foreign to a little girl. In seconds she had the fat dildo banging in and out of little Pattie's cunt as deep as it could go without hurting the child. Little Mistress never intentionally did real harm to her clients. She had learned well the line between pain and harm. She would not harm little Pattie - she was only a whore after all.

But soon enough both little girls were overwhelmed with the sensations of the double dildo. Little Mistress's clit rode hard on the knobby pad at the base of the big penis that was designed to massage her most sensitive area. And as always she was quickly aroused by the combination of that and the immense feeling of power and lust she got from raping some little girl's cunt. And Pattie, after a whole summer of fucking grown men, had come to love the feeling of a huge dick invading her insides.

Both girls came and came hard. Their audience was aghast at the vehemence of their joint orgasms. Little Mistress thrust faster and faster and little Pattie arched her back to let the huge dildo even deeper inside her. She pushed back on it and she moaned her pleasure with every thrust.

When the two girls finally came down from their bliss, Little Mistress pulled the huge dildo from Pattie's cunt, and then carefully pulled the other end from her own slit. It glistened at both ends with their juices as she threw it atop her backpack. Little Mistress carefully removed the handcuffs and helped little Pattie to her feet. She had to bend over in order to kiss the other girl on the mouth - a long lingering kiss that left Pattie even more dizzy than she'd been a few moments earlier.

As Pattie stumbled back to her desk, Professor West spoke up. "Well now, Marti, or should I say Little Mistress D? That was very educational. I'm sure all the children learned a great deal. But tell us - is that all there is to punishing little children? Is that all you did with the rest of your summer?"

Little Mistress looked up at the professor with a snarl on her face. "You must not think I am very good Mistress if that is all you think! You must think Little Mistress D has not learned her lessons well, that she has no imagination, that she does not know the true meaning of punishment! You are wrong, Herr Professor West. You are very wrong!"

Marti marched out into the midst of the children as they shrank back from her. She grabbed Randal Ethan by his hair and jerked him out of his chair as he screamed "Hey! Ow! Ow! Shit." He stumbled to the front of the classroom as Marti dragged him and then fell to his knees in front of her. Even in her incredible heels, Marti was only a few inches taller than the kneeling boy. But he cowered in her presence.

"Tell me what you have done, you naughty boy!" Marti commanded. "Tell me! It will go much easier on you if you confess. Confess!" Marti whack the side of Ethan's torso with her riding crop and he screamed in pain. She flicked him again and yelled, "Tell me, Dummkopf, tell me or your punishment will be much worse!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Randal babbled. "I did it, I did, I took Mr. Nelson's lunch and I ate it! I'm sorry."

"Thief! You are bad. You are the naughty, naughty kleiner Junge! You must be punished." Before Randal could react, his hands were handcuffed behind his back. With a flick of her crop Marti drove him to the floor. The huge, older boy's cries of terror and pain were piteous. Marti flicked his ass, almost too quick to see, until he rolled onto his back to protect his sensitive ass cheeks. But that was exactly what Marti wanted. She quickly straddled Randal's head with her knees on the floor and then pressed her sex down into his face. "This is your punishment, you nasty naughty boy. You will bring Little Mistress pleasure with your tongue. Get to work! You are weak and you do not deserve Little Mistress, but this is your punishment, kleiner Junge! Give Little Mistress her pleasure, boy!"

Randal thrashed under the tiny girl. He was easily twice her size, but he was naked and handcuffed and terrified. And she flicked him on his inner thigh, just inches from his scrotum. A muffled scream was heard, more of terror than pain. And then Little Mistress D arched her back as the boy thrust his tongue into her pussy and enthusiastically lapped at her, desperate to keep from being lashed again.

But Little Mistress D was not satisfied. "Harder," she cried. "Faster, Dummkopf, faster, harder!" She flicked his inner thigh again and when he didn't sufficiently accede to her commands she flicked his balls. Randal convulsed under the small girl and redoubled his efforts to please her by laving her tiny slit. He drove his tongue into her as deep as possible, again and again. When she didn't strike him again he knew he was finally pleasing her and it gave him an unexpected shiver of pleasure. His cock was erect and throbbing.

"Ja, ja, ja!" Marti said as she rode Randal's tongue and ground her tiny pussy down onto his face, smearing him with her copious cunt juices. "Oh ja, ja, you must give your Little Mistress the pleasure - all the pleasure - and she must give you the punishment. Oh ja, JA, JA!" Marti's climax rolled over her and as it did she flicked out her little crop and lightly flicked Randal's impressive cock. She drove her cunt against him with all her weight and flicked his prick again and again. Randal gave out a huge groan even as he forced his tongue to fuck Marti's tiny cunt and he ejaculated hot sperm all over his stomach. All around the room children gasped at the gruesome, erotic scene.

"My, my, Little Mistress D" came the soothing voice of Professor West as the Little Mistress and her naughty kleiner Junge came down from the high of their orgasms. "That was certainly an entertaining story. But surely, my dear, that was a rather tame punishment for a Mistress of your caliber. Surely the children would like to understand the true meaning of the punishments you meted out."

The Little Mistress stood up, still straddling the stunned boy. She glared at the Professor. Juices dripped from her pussy onto the boy's face. "As you wish!" she snapped, staring down the old Professor with menace. Then she squatted over the boy and with an expert aim she urinated onto his face. He tried to scream but this just got him a mouth full of warm pee. He tried to roll over, to escape the hot liquid, but Little Mistress just flicked him hard with her crop to prevent it - bringing on another scream that earned him more pee down his throat.

Finally done, the Little Mistress glared at all of her classmates, who shrank back in terror. Then she fixed Professor West with her frighting stare. "You wish MORE of the demonstration, Herr Professor?"

"Oh, no, Marti dear. I think that was quite sufficient. Thank you so much for your sharing your wonderful and very informative summer adventure."

Please read on for Part IV: The Adventures of Bettina Hartgrave!

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