This is a story. It never happened and never will. The General Disclaimer is incorporated herein by reference.

When I was sixteen, my parents used to take my aunt and uncle on all-day shopping trips every saturday. They were poor, since my uncle was crippled and my aunt was too stupid to get a job. Well excuse me for just stating the bare facts! They had a kid, Susanna Lynn, ten years younger than me. Every saturday when they went shopping, I was required to stay home and babysit Susie. You think I was bored? No, I wasn't bored at all, but I was totally frustrated. One saturday it stopped being so frustrating and became the highlight of the week.

Susie had been featured in my fantasies ever since she was three years old and I had seen her playing naked behind her house once when I visited. I watched from the window as a couple of neighbor boys climbed the fence, threatened her with a knife, and made her stand naked in front of them while they felt her all over. I wanted to join them, and find out what it felt like to touch a naked girl, but I didn't dare. I was sure if I did anything with her, she would tell my parents and I would be in big trouble. But she couldn't stop me from thinking about her as she grew prettier and prettier. I thought about other girls her age too, but she was the girl I wanted most.

No, I didn't tell on the neighbor boys. I didn't like them threatening my little cousin with a knife, but they didn't really mean to hurt her so I had more sympathy for them than for the stupid rules they were breaking.

I have heard of families where the children are allowed to be children as long as possible. But living in a prudish family like I did, I never got another chance to see her naked again, let alone touch her. Usually they didn't even let her wear a dress without some stupid pair of tights, until she started ripping the knees out every day while playing. If they had raised us differently and let us play together naked, the rest of this stuff would have never happened. Oh, but that was unthinkable, wasn't it? They sure couldn't let us both have fun together, could they? So now poor little Susie is getting what they deserve.

On this particular Saturday, I was in my bedroom, thinking about her in a certain way, while she watched TV. Every now and then I would walk past the sofa where she was stretched out. Sometimes when she wasn't careful her panties would be showing, and I would stop and watch awhile, pretending to be watching TV. Then she would move again and I would go back to my bedroom and think about her some more.

Shortly before noon, I was in the kitchen finishing my lunch when I heard a loud crash, with a very loud boom, then the tinkle of broken glass. I ran into the TV room to see what happened, and caught her in the act of trying to lift the TV back up onto the stand. The broken glass hadn't gone very far, but it would be hard to get it all out of the carpet.

"Please don't tell on me!" she begged, "I'm sorry I'm sorry, I really am." I stood over her, looking at her angrily, and suddenly a plan came into my mind. A bold plan. A plan to finally get what I wanted from her.

"If I don't tell them you did it, they'll think I did it. Why should I take your punishment? Do you know what that TV cost? Do you know what they'll do to you for breaking it? I'll tell you, they'll whip you three times a day for a month, and they'll take your allowance for the next ten years to pay for it. That's what they'll do to you. I'm going to tell on you, for sure. Unless..." I trailed off and gave her a cryptic smile.

"Oh please, don't tell on me, please!" she whined. "I don't want to be spanked." Then she caught on. "Unless what?" she asked hopefully.

"Unless you do everything I tell you to do. If I don't tell on you, I'll have to pay for the TV myself, and that's going to cost me a lot of money. You have to make it worth it to me. You're not worth much compared to a TV, but if you agree to be my slave today and every saturday, and do everything I command you to do, then I won't tell. Otherwise, you get the worst whipping you've ever gotten in your life, starting right now and getting worse when your parents get back. What do you say?"

She sat down, shaking silently, trying to make up her mind which was worse, being a slave or being spanked worse than ever before. I knew she had been spanked pretty hard other times, and I thought her decision would be fairly easy. But it seemed she needed a bit more persuasion.

"Alright, let's go get the paddle," I growled, grabbing her wrist and jerking her off the couch.

"No! No, okay don't spank me, I'll do what you say, please don't spank me, please don't tell on me," she sobbed.

"Fine, you do what I tell you, right?"

"Yes," she replied meekly.

"'Yes, Master!' is how you answer me now, you understand that?"

"Yes," she mumbled, almost too quietly to hear.

"What??" I yelled, and yanked on her arm.

"Yes, Master," came the trembling reply.

"That's better, Susie. I'm your master, you're my slave now. The first thing your master is going to do is to spank you."

"No! You said you wouldn't spank me!" she protested, and tried to pull away from me. I yanked her arm again.

"Wrong, I said I wouldn't spank you and then tell on you, I never said I wouldn't spank you. But don't worry, I won't spank you very hard. I wouldn't want to mark up that cute bottom of yours. Get over here." I sat on the couch, and pulled her over to me. "Bend over my lap, like a good slave. That's right, Susie. Now pull your skirt up so I can see your panties."

She hesitated a second, thought better of it, then she reached back and pulled her skirt up in back. She wore white panties with little yellow and pink flowers decorating them. They were well-worn panties, and the hem was unravelling here and there. More of her skin was showing than she knew.

"What a pretty field of flowers!" I declared. "It would be a shame to hurt them, wouldn't it, Susie? Pull your panties down and show me your cute bottom."

This time she hesitated longer, and made no sign of obeying me. This was against years of indoctrination for her. Her parents had spanked her before for doing just what I was telling her to do now. She needed some more encouragement. I twisted her head toward the TV and held it. "See that busted TV laying there? Do you want to get whipped for that, or do you want to pull your panties down now? I'll give you a hint, if you decide you want to get whipped for breaking the TV, I'll pull your panties down and spank you with the paddle. Then I'll tell on you and your mother will spank you with that garden hose I've heard about. I gave you an order, slave, now do it!"

"Okay, okay please don't tell on me," she cried, as she gingerly pulled her panties down over the soft double mound of her bottom cheeks, leaving them around her thighs. She cried out on the first hard slap, which left her bottom cheeks tinged with pink. She cried out again from the pain of the second even harder slap, and her bottom blushed even deeper. She sobbed as I spanked her again and again, until she was a beautiful rosy red. Then I let my hand rest on her bottom, and began feeling her, kneading her between my hands, rubbing her up and down, side to side.

"Stop it!" she protested, when I slipped my fingers between her legs and touched her pussy. She started squirming to escape, and fell off my lap, landing on the floor with a thump. She quickly pulled her panties back up as soon as she could. Panic had replaced pain. Her sobbing quieted.

"Stand up, slave. You really want to get beaten with the hose, right? That's what you'll get if that's what you really want. If not, you start obeying me right now, do you hear me?"

"Yes," she said, wiping away tears, even meeker than before.

"Yes what?" I insisted. "Have you forgotten already?"

"Yes, Master," she sniffed, wiping her cheeks.

"You won't get another chance, slave. If you disobey me again you'll feel the paddle on your bare bottom. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good. Now come over here." I sat on the edge of the couch facing her. She came up to me and stood there trembling, holding back more tears.

"Put your arms around me and kiss me, slave," I ordered.

"Yes, Master." Slowly, she did as I commanded. It wasn't a very good kiss. I would have to teach her how. But that could wait for another week. I'd waited a long time for something else, and I was going to get it now.

"Stand up on the coffee table and pull your skirt down to your ankles. You're going to put on a show to replace the TV you broke."

"Yes, Master," she cringed. She stepped up on the table, turned to face me, and pulled her skirt down past her panties, off her cute bare thighs, past her knees, and dropped it at her ankles.

"Pull your sweater up, all the way to your chin." I gazed up and down her legs, at her panties, and at the sexy little belly button she revealed as she lifted her undershirt with her sweater.

"Take your sweater off completely," I commanded, after letting her hold it at her chin awhile. "Then step out of your skirt and kick it off the table over to me."

"Yes, Master," she mumbled, and I watched her belly again as she slid the sweater over her head and off her arms. I caught her skirt and her sweater and sat on them. She now stood on the coffee table dressed only in her undershirt, panties, white ankle socks with pink trim, and a well worn pair of pink running shoes with fuzzy tabs. She shivered, either from cold or from fright.

"Put your hands up on top of your head, slave, and turn around and around, slowly."

"Yes, Master," she said tearfully. With her arms up, there was a gap of several inches between her flowered panties and her matching undershirt. I enjoyed the sight of her pink belly, her legs, the lovely hills of flowery meadows formed by her panties over her bottom, the blooming prairie of her chest, and the tearful pouting face above all, as she turned and turned for me.

"Very good, slave. Now pull your undershirt up to your chin and keep going around."

"Yes, Master," she cried. She turned away from me, pulled it up, and then nearly stopped turning. She realised that she would have to turn to face me and when she did I would see her titties. But she knew what would happen if she stopped turning.

She slowly turned to face me again. Her titties were deeper pink spots on her pale pink chest, tiny as dimes, and very sexy. She began turning faster once she was facing me, attempting to hide them from me again.

"Stop turning and take off your undershirt. No, when you're facing me, Susie. Turn back and do it, now."

"Yes, Master," she almost forgot to whimper, as she complied, dropping her undershirt on the floor behind her.

"Now spread your legs apart as wide as you can, and stand there with your hands up on your head. And I mean don't move, you hear me, Susie?"

"Yes, Master," she cried, knowing she had to obey, and guessing what I would do to her when she did. She moved her legs apart a little bit, put her hands up on her head, and stood trembling, clearly terrified. I rose and walked up to her, and began caressing her titties and her belly. I went around her once, stretched the waistline of her panties out in back and tickled her bottom with my little finger. It was still a lovely shade of crimson, and she flinched from the pain.

I circled around before her, again held her panties out, and reached in with my other hand. This time when I touched her pussy, she let me, with only a shiver of fright. I rubbed her pussy awhile, and slipped my little finger partially inside, as far as it could go. She wasn't quite terrified enough for my full pleasure, though. I returned to the couch and sat as she continued to stand for me.

"Kick your shoes off, slave." She did so in silence. "Now slip out of your socks, little girl. You won't need them for what comes next."

She squatted and struggled to take off her pretty white ankle socks without falling off the coffee table. She dropped them one by one between us. I picked them up and threw them behind the couch. She stood before me in her panties, ashamed of her nakedness, vainly trying to hide her titties with one hand and all of her panties with the other. The sight made me laugh.

"What are you going to do to me?" she wanted to know. "Oh please, please, don't hurt me. I don't want to do this anymore, please don't make me take off my panties, too. Oh, pleeease?"

"Now, take off your panties too," I said slowly, savoring her fear. "You're my slave now, Susie, for all day and for every saturday, so you better get used to it. Being my slave means taking off your panties anytime I tell you to take them off. If you don't, I'll take them off you anyway and whip you. You don't get to wear anything, not even panties, for what comes next, little girl."

Susie cringed. "What are you going to do to me?" she repeated. "I don't want to be a barebody, oh pleeeease let me put my clothes back on, ohhh pleeeaaase?" she begged.

"I'll give you something else to wear, Susie, but first you have to pull down your panties and take them off. Only after you do that will I put anything else on you. Then comes the best part of all."

"What are you going to do to me?" she pleaded a third time.

"I'm going to rape you, Susie, many times, but not until you're good and ready. You've never heard the word before, have you? If you don't know what rape is, little girl, don't ask, you're going to find out very soon. Now take your panties off and I'll get something else to put on you."

"Yes, Master," she said, reassured to think that her nakedness would only be temporary. Had she only known what I planned to put on her, she would have run away. Instead she began sliding her panties down, first one side then the other, as she kept a hand in front of her pussy. My cock throbbed in anticipation. She bent over and slid her panties down to her ankles and stepped out of them.

"Hand them to me, slave," I ordered. She picked them up and held them out to me. "With both hands!" I commanded. Very reluctlantly she gave up her cover and stood before me, completely bare, offering me her last article of clothing with both hands. Her cheeks were wet with tears of shame. Soon they wouldn't be tears of shame. I enjoyed the sight as she stood crying, waiting for me to take her panties from her. I gazed at her sexy little body from her toes, up her slender legs, to her beautiful little pussy and belly, her titties, her pouting mouth, her reddened eyes, her reddish brown hair. I let my gaze drift back down and rest on her pussy lips as she stood trembling. At last I reached out and took her panties, and she gasped as I began to rip them to shreds. I dropped the tattered remains on the floor.

"Stand right there and don't move, slave. I'm going to get what I promised you, something else for you to wear. But if you've moved at all when I get back, I'll make you stand like that for an hour before I let you put on anything."

"Yes, Master," she mumbled through her sniffling. She stood still with her head hanging and her arms at her sides. I gave her bottom a hard slap as I passed her, bringing out the rosy glow that had almost faded from the previous spanking. "OWWowwwowww" she moaned, but she knew better than to move. Actually if she had known better, she would have run for all she was worth, but she was wonderfully innocent and naive.

I came back with two pair of handcuffs, four ropes, a blindfold, and a thick black leather belt that would double as a whip and a gag, which I had used previously only in my fantasies featuring Susie and other girls her age. Now that she was my slave, I only had one idea of what to do with her, but I knew I'd think of hundreds of ways to do it. The next few hours were going to be more fun than any fantasy I ever had. She watched me fearfully as I laid aside the things I didn't need yet. I put the thick leather gag down last, after deciding I didn't want to miss out on her screams the first time. I knew nobody would hear her except me.

"This is going to be fun!" I gloated as I approached her with the cuffs. She resisted as I pulled one of her arms behind her. "Put your other arm back here, slave, right now!" I demanded.

"Yes, Master," Susie whimpered, and complied meekly. I wrapped the cold metal around her tiny wrist and squeezed it tightly in place. I was glad to see it was small enough to hold her securely.

"Oh no, oh no oh no ohhhh please don't pleeeease don't" she whined as I cuffed her other wrist, pinning her arms helplessly behind. "Ohhh nooooo oh please stop it please let me go," she pleaded as I tied one of her ankles to the coffee table leg and bound the other to the leg at the far end. Pulling the ropes tight, I forced her legs painfully wide apart, spreading both her pussy and her bottom. I slid her pedestal over nearer to the couch, then sat and fondled her bottom as she looked over her shoulder at me.

"Are you raping me now?" she asked, twisting to try to see me better.

"Patience, little girl, you'll know it when it happens. I hear it's an unmistakable feeling, at least the first time. You're not in position yet, anyway." I stood and set myself face to face with her. I began caressing both of her titties, one with each hand.

"Why are you..." she began to ask, then screamed as I shoved her over onto the couch. With no way to catch herself, she landed flat and hard and immediately began wailing.

"Now, you're in position, little girl, and now, at last, I'm going to rape you. I've been waiting three years for this, Susie. You're finally going to find out what a little girl is good for." As I removed my own clothes, I drank in the sight of her frail, fragile, six-year-old body, frantically squirming and struggling with her bonds, desperate to escape a torment she couldn't even guess. Her pussy lips were spread invitingly, and I gazed at her creamy, pale pink skin from her lightly downy legs to the pretty hair on her head.

She stared at my cock as I pulled off my underpants, fear giving way to utterly frantic terror when I moved toward her. "Oh no, oh no, oh no, stop please don't hurt me, please let me go, please stop oh please stop, let me go ohhhhhh!" She strained at the ropes at her ankles, contorted her arms helplessly trying to slip off the cuffs, and bucked in terrified spasms in a futile attempt to elude me as my cock descended toward her waiting pussy and found its mark.