It wasn't the night before Christmas, but all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even the little mouse that sometimes hid behind the grandfather clock in the hallway, and that started all this in the first place.

In fact it was two nights after the day on which Debbie Simpson, an eight year old pupil at the Junior School of the Roseville College for Girls, had been punished by her teacher, Mr Collins, for forgetting to do her homework. The first night the little girl had been very sore and tired, and in any case it had taken a real effort to hide her great discomfort from her parents, so she had gone to bed early and had fallen asleep quickly.

The next night was different. As she lay in bed trying to get to sleep thoughts of what had happened to her went around and around in her mind, and kept her wide awake long after her mother and father had gone to bed. First she been given six strokes of the cane on her bare bottom, then the teacher had bound her wrists together behind her back with his belt. That bit had made her feel all fluttery in the tummy and tingly in the pussy every time she thought about it.

After that Mr Collins had touched and tickled her bottom hole, and then slid his finger right up inside her and wiggled it about inside and moved it in and out. That had made her little pussy really tingle, and it still did when she remembered the way it had made her feel. Finally all the cum had come out of his willy into her bottom crack, but there had been so much of it that some had run down her legs. Debbie went all hot with shame when she remembered how he'd made her go home with it all still on her and soaking her panties.

Soon after she'd got into bed she'd played with herself until she felt shivery all over and her little pussy throbbed, but this time she didn't fall asleep afterwards. She was still lying there, wide awake, when the old grandfather clock struck midnight.

It was a warm night, so she didn't need to put on her robe or slippers when she got up to go to the bathroom and get a drink of water in the kitchen. When she returned to her bedroom she closed the door, put on the light and sat on the edge of her bed to read one of her favourite books. But it was no use: she simply couldn't concentrate.

Yes, all she could think about was the tingling in her little pussy. Putting her book aside, she lay back on the bed, pulled her nightie up around her waist and slipped her hand in under the waistband of her panties. When she rubbed herself it felt better, but she couldn't help feeling that something was missing.

She wanted to be bound. That was it. And because her bondage experience was limited to one occasion she wanted to be bound like that. With a leather belt, like Mr Collins had done. But obviously she couldn't go and wake up her mother or father (preferably her Daddy) to do it, so could she do it herself?

Getting up off the bed, Debbie went to her wardrobe and got out the only leather belt she had: the white one she wore with her good jeans. She looked at it and decided that it would feel good wound around her little wrists and buckled up tight. As soon as he thought that, her pussy began to tingle.

What followed was very frustrating for the little girl. No matter what she tried she couldn't do the belt up around her crossed wrists, not even when she had them in front of her instead of behind her back.

She was just about to give up when she had another idea. Sitting on the bed she crossed her slim little ankles, wound the belt around and between them and buckled it up. After a bit of experimenting she was able to do it up quite tightly, and that made her feel really good. Her little pussy began to tingle once more.

Lying back on the bed again, she pulled the nightie back up around her waist, slid her hand in under the front of her white cotton panties and placed it over her fanny. Oh yes! It felt good!

Because she'd crossed her ankles when she bound them with the belt her thighs were parted, and that allowed her to rub her pussy. She could even get a finger onto her little nub, which she began to finger. After a few minutes of rubbing, that part of her body was all sensation and the whole of existence. She rubbed and rubbed and rubbed it, until she suddenly felt a series of really strong shivers, stronger than she'd ever felt before, go right through her body. She tried to move her legs, but the fact that they were restrained by the belt intensified the feelings she was having. She also gasped and moaned, until she remembered where she was: it simply wouldn't do to wake her parents who'd come to investigate and find her like this.

Eventually Debbie calmed down and lay panting for a little while. It really did feel good, she thought, to have her ankles bound - if only there were some way of binding her wrists.

Then she had another idea. It was such a strong idea that at first she didn't want to even think about it. But the more she pushed it away from her mind, the more attractive it became. In the end she decided that she should at least try it.

Rolling over onto her front, she slipped a hand under the back of her panties, where her fingers sought her bottom crack. A moment later she gave a slight jerk as her finger touched her anus. Oooo yes that felt good, especially when she moved it around and around the puckered little hole. Her pussy began to tingle. Then she tentatively pressed her finger against herself, and it went in a bit. But it also hurt a bit.

Oh yes, she thought, I need something to make it slippery, like Mr Collins had done with the Vaseline. Yes, she thought again, there's a jar on the top shelf of the bathroom cabinet. Undoing the belt around her ankles, she turned off the light, carefully opened the door and tippytoed down the hallway to the bathroom. There was just enough light from the street so that she didn't have to turn the light on, and in any case she knew where things were in the cabinet. Carefully opening it, she felt around inside, located the jar and got it out and returned to her bedroom.

Debbie carefully shut the door of her room, turned on the bedside light and looked at the jar in her hand. Yes, it was the Vaseline alright. Her little pussy began to tingle at the thought of what she was going to be doing.

When she bound her ankles this time she actually managed to get the belt done up a little tighter, and that made her feel really good straight away. After getting a glob of Vaseline on her finger she lay back on the bed, pulled her nightie up and rolled over onto her front. Then she slid her hand in under the back of her panties. Holding her breath, she positioned her finger on her little bottom hole, then pushed it in.

Oh yes! It felt good, so she pushed it in as far as she could and wiggled it about inside herself. That felt even better, and made her pussy all warm and tingly. What felt really good was when she slid it in and out in her tight little back passage, like Mr Collins had done. In fact it felt so good that she began to grind her pussy against the bed. With the finger going up and down inside her anus and rubbing her pussy on the bed it wasn't long before she went all shivery and hot and breathless.

Debbie lay there panting for a while. That had been good, she thought, but her little finger hadn't given her that funny full feeling in her bottom like Mr Collin's big index finger had. If only there were something bigger she could use....

By this time she felt really tired, so she unbound her ankles and quickly went off to sleep.