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LOUISE'S SPANKING (FM/g, nc, spank, pedo, oral, anal)
   Margaret Stevens sighed heavily; she had been standing in her daughter's
bedroom gripped with indecisiveness for the last ten minutes.  It was
getting dark and nine year old Louise would be back from school at any
time. Margaret really had to make a decision.  Her eyes wandered around the
room; it was very plain.  She didn't allow Louise to stick anything on the
walls that might spoil the paintwork.  A small white wardrobe stood in one
corner and a simple white low chest of drawers against one wall.  The only
concession to girlish sensibilities was the pink carpet and curtains.  The
room was scrupulously clean; Margaret couldn't abide dirt of any kind.  Her
eyes scanned the window sill and skirting boards for dust; she couldn't
detect any.  She sighed again and turned her attention back to the bed.
   The bed was small with a white wooden frame and covered with a plain
pink duvet.  Laid out on the duvet were all the things Margaret used to
spank her daughter with.  There was the old heavy black wooden hairbrush;
ideal for long sessions of bare bottom paddling when a nice stern lesson
needed to be taught; the bruising could last for days and she could blister
her daughter's tender buttocks accompanied by the most tremendous shrieking
from Louise as the blisters formed.  There was her trusty size 8 ladies gym
slipper; a first class walloping with this would have Louise howling with
her bottom a dark red and swollen to almost twice its size.  There was the
leather tawse; a medium weight two fingered brown leather implement with no
other purpose than to have a child screaming in agony and pleading
desperately as it was vigorously applied to their bottom or hand by a
strict adult.  There was a black leather dress belt, about half an inch
wide made of rich thick leather.  Margaret stared at the belt for a long
time.  With Louise naked and on her back, her knees pulled up against her
chest and her legs spread wide, the thin little belt would wreak havoc with
the screaming child's private parts and inner thighs.  Finally there were
the two canes, both flexible, whippy and made seasoned yellow rattan.  The
smaller was 21 inches long, very thin and incredibly flexible; it was the
lighter of the two canes and could be used repeatedly across her daughter's
hands, bottom and thighs.  The caning could go on and on as Louise shrieked
and howled and begged for it to stop.  The larger cane was 36 inches long
and thicker than the smaller cane; each stroke would leave a blue and
purple blistered line across Louise's bottom.  Her screams were like
nothing on earth as the big cane worked its magic, but once Margaret had
worked the big cane right from the top of Louise's squirming little bottom,
across her chubby sit-down-bits and down the backs of her thighs to just
above her knees, her daughter's bottom would be in such a state that it
couldn't be spanked any further.
   Margaret sighed again.  The duties of being a mother seemed never
ending; cooking, tidying, ironing, spanking.  Yes, spanking was important
for a girl's happy and healthy development, thought Margaret, and the more
regular and harder the spankings were the better.  She had spanked Louise
before she had left for school that morning, fresh out of the shower and
still soaking wet.  The pistol-shot cracks of her hand on the white bare
flesh had echoed round the bathroom as Louise had squealed and begged her
to stop.  The squealing had soon graduated to a desperate howling as the
spanking had progressed and her little bottom had been turned cherry red.
Margaret could still picture the way her big red handprints had extended
halfway down the backs of Louise's thighs as her daughter had jumped about
kicking her legs up showing her chubby little labia with no thought to
modesty at all.  Margaret resolved to make very certain that Louise was
punished for that lack of modesty tonight; the spanking really did need to
be a hard one, and as humiliating as possible too.  A little smile came to
Margaret's face; she had decided how she was going to spank her daughter.
She picked up the hairbrush, the thin leather dress belt and the smaller of
the two canes and put them on top of the chest of drawers.  Then she
collected the rest of the spanking things on the bed and put them back
where they lived on the top shelf in Louise's wardrobe.  She went
downstairs to wait in the sitting room for her daughter to arrive home from
school.
   Margaret didn't have to wait long.  After about ten minutes she heard
the key grating in the lock of the front door as Louise let herself in.
   "Louise!" she called out, "Come in here, please!"
   She saw a small frightened face appear at the sitting room door.  Louise
really did look adorable in her school uniform Margaret thought; such a
cute little face with a perfect mouth, pretty teeth, a tiny snub nose and
doleful deep brown eyes that already looked watery.  Louise's short light
brown wavy hair was controlled by two tight elastic bands either side of
her head that corralled it into pretty bunches.  Louise was small for her
age, but her body had just started to fill out making her clothes look
tight on her.  She wore a white blouse, green tie and blue V-necked jumper,
while her bottom was squeezed into a too-small grey pleated skirt.  Her
legs were bare until half-way-up her calves where the tops of her white
socks came and she was wearing black leather school shoes.  Margaret
observed her critically.
   "You really are a mess, Louise!  So untidy!  Your tie isn't straight,
your hair isn't pulled tight, your skirt is all wrong and your socks aren't
pulled up enough!  What do you think people think of me when they see you
like that?"
   Louise began to desperately pull at her hair-bands, straighten her tie
and adjust her socks.
   "I'm sorry, Mummy!  It won't happen again!" her small quivering voice
promised nervously.
   "Really, Louise!" Margaret said, waving her hand dismissively, "I
wouldn't bother with all that.  Those clothes are all coming off anyway so
I can give you a good spanking."
   Tears materialised in Louise's eyes and began make their way down her
cheeks.  Her hands went behind her and she held her bottom cheeks tightly
in fearful dread of the awful spanking her mother was bound to give her.
   "Sniff-sniffle!  Mummy, please!  I don't want a spanking!  Sniff!  I've
been good!  Honest I have!  I don't like spankings!  They hurt so bad!"
   "Oh, Louise!" Margaret said with slight irritation, "You say that every
time I give you a spanking.  Don't you know how good spankings are for a
growing girl?  Why, every mother should spank her daughter all the time! 
Don't you remember your friend Jenny?  After I talked to her mum and let
her watch you being spanked, she spanks Jenny all the time now, just like
you!  I hear her mother has got Jenny her very first cane as well.  Her
mummy said she couldn't sit for two days after she got it for the first
time.  And what about your cousin Sarah?  She's only a year older than you
and she gets it much worse!  Remember last summer when we visited Auntie
Jemima and she insisted that we watch Sarah getting caned between her legs?
Twenty strokes, right on her little kitty and bummy hole!  You don't want
that, do you?"
   "Sniff!  Sniff!  Boo hoo!  No, Mummy!"
   "You see how kind I am, Louise?  You see how hard I work to give you
everything a growing girl needs?  We have to spank, spank, spank that
little bottom of yours to make you into a happy healthy girl.  Nothing but
the longest hardest spankings will do!  The amount of time I spend spanking
you; I deserve a medal!  Two or three times a day!  Why, I think some days
that little bottom of yours gets spanked all day!  And yet I never hear a
word of thanks!  `Thank you for spanking me, Mummy', `Thank you for taking
your precious time to hurt my bottom, Mummy!' `Thank you for giving me
these huge blisters on my bottom, Mummy!'"
   "Boo hoo!  Boo hoo!  Thank you for spanking my bottom..."
   "Oh be quiet, Louise!" snapped Margaret, cutting her daughter short,
"You don't mean it!  You just don't know how lucky you are!  Now, I have to
have a little word with you about something!"
   Louise's eyes grew as big as saucers.  A normal spanking was bad enough,
but when Mummy wanted to have a `little word' with her first then it meant
the spanking was going to be ten times as bad.  Louise started to cry
properly; gulping sobs as the tears slipped down her face.
   "Mummy, pleeeeeeeeease..." she blubbered.
   "Be quiet, Louise!" Margaret said strictly, "This morning when I spanked
you in the bathroom I was very unhappy about your lack of modesty!"
   Louise's mouth opened and a miserable wail came out as she started to
dance from one foot to another; Mummy's `lack of modesty' spankings were
the very worst.  The parts of Louise that usually lay hidden between her
legs, and that had been deemed to have been displayed rather too much,
became the focus of her mother's spanking ire.  And other terrible,
terrible, things could happen in a `lack of modesty' spanking to teach
Louise just what can happen to little girls who show off their privates. 
Her bottom wouldn't be forgotten either; like an avenging angel her Mummy
would spank her bottom with those nasty spanking things until she couldn't
sit down for days and her bottom was covered with black and yellow marks
for a week afterwards.
   "You should have thought about that before you flashed yourself all over
the place this morning!" Margaret scolded, "Take your clothes off now,
Louise!  I want to see my little girl all naked and ready for her
spanking!"
   Margaret sat back and watched her small daughter denude herself.  First
the sweater, tie and blouse came off, leaving Louise in her pretty white
vest with the pink edging around the neck and waist.  Then the shoes and
socks and skirt came off.  Now Louise was standing in just her underwear.
All the time the little girl sobbed pitifully with her face red and wet
with tears and the snot that had started to flow out of her nose.  Louise
took her vest off.  Margaret admired her daughters breasts that had
developed into little bee stings and looked like they might grow into cute
little cones before long.  Now Louise just had her cute white knickers on.
Like her vest, the waistband and leg holes had the same pretty pink edging.
She came and stood in front of Margaret with her hands on her head in a
well practised ritual.
   "Boo hoo!  Boo hoo!  Please pull my knickers down, Mummy, boo hoo, so I
can be spanked on my bare bottom." Louise miserably requested.
   Margaret reached forward and slipped her thumbs into the waistband of
her daughter's knickers.  It was always a great moment, the unveiling; the
last moment for Louise before her final chance for redemption disappeared
as Mummy pulled her knickers down her legs; the moment for Margaret when
the spider catches sight of the fly as her daughter's plump hairless little
labia, divided by the dark slit, is revealed.  Margaret slowly pulled down
her daughter's knickers until they were at the girl's knees and Louise
wailed miserably.  As she had countless times before, Louise obediently
stepped out of the knickers that her mother was holding for her.  Then, as
her mother folded her knickers and put them neatly on the sofa, Louise
shuffled her feet apart until she was almost doing the splits in front of
her mother.  Margaret unconsciously licked her lips which seemed to have
gone quite dry.
   "Let's check how clean my little girl is." Margaret said as she bent
forward, her face only inches from her daughter's crotch.
   Margaret reached forward and put her thumbs either side of her
daughter's vaginal slit and prised the smooth chubby lips wide apart. 
Louise whined as her mother forced her little kitty to open right up. 
Mummy's thumbs opened her hole so much it hurt.
   Margaret closely examined the small slit and hole.  It was bright pink
with a darker purple around the small entrance to the vagina.  The slit was
a shiny red and ended at the top with the clitoral hood.  She could smell
the odour of slightly stale urine, not surprising given all the times that
Louise must have used the toilet during the day.
   "Bottom!" Margaret barked.
   Louise shuffled her legs together and turned around so her bottom was
presented to her mother.  Then she shuffled feet apart again, bent over
double and put her hands behind her.  Margaret watched entranced as her
young daughter's hands came back, grabbed a chunky handful of each buttock
and then pulled.  Louise's bottom crack opened up like a prehistoric flower
and revealed, nestling in its centre, the small crinkled starfish of her
anus.  The fingers were carefully worked into the centre of her bottom
until they were almost touching the hole and then firmly pulled until her
little anus opened up.  Margaret never tired of seeing her daughter holding
her anus open.  The dark finger sized hole was surrounded by tight pink
sensitive skin.  Margaret smiled as she thought of the agonised screaming
Louise would emit when that heavy leather dress strap got busy between
those cheeks.
   "Revolting child!" Margaret exclaimed, "How many times do I have to tell
you to keep your kitty and botty hole clean?  I'm going to have to give you
a good scrubbing there every morning for a week!"
   Louise wailed in despair.  When Mummy said a scrubbing, that's really
what she meant!  That big old scrubbing brush with wooden bristles that was
meant for the floor, flying to and fro between her legs as she screamed and
shrieked while the kitty and inside her burning cheeks were scrubbed red
raw, until she couldn't even bear to put her legs together all day.
   "Let's go up to your room and see what I've put out for you!  Margaret
instructed.
   Louise hated climbing the stairs to be spanked with her Mummy right
behind her, so close she could feel her Mummy's breath on her bottom; the
dreadful `not knowing' feeling of what Mummy had planned for her and how
bad it would be.  Any moment she'd know how terrible it was going to be. 
With a shaking hand Louise reached out and opened the door to her room and
looked at the top of the chest of drawers.
   Louise's petrified wails had their usual effect on Margaret as she felt
the tickly prickling between her legs.
   "Whaaaaaaaa!  Nooooooo!  Mummeeeeeeeey!  Nooooooo!" wailed her naked
daughter, dancing about, pointing at the things on the chest of drawers,
"Boo hoo!  Not all of them!  Pleeeeeeease!  Not on my kitty!  Not on my
bummy hole!  Not the cane!  Whaaaaaaaa!  I'll be good!  I'll be a good girl
for you!  I promise!"
   Margaret smiled to herself.  It was always worth taking the time to
choose Louise's spanking things.  The child always gave such a lovely
reaction.  But there would be more punishment than just the things she had
seen on the top of the drawers.  Margaret felt her face flush as she
thought of it.  She sat down on the bed.
   "Bring me the hairbrush, Louise, and get across my knee!" she
instructed.
   Louise immediately did as she was told.  Years of being spanked had
taught her that a Mummy who was ready to spank was not a Mummy to be keep
waiting.  Louise handed the big hairbrush to her mother.  Margaret parted
her legs and Louise slipped between them and bent tight over the mother's
left knee.  As gravity did its job and Louise body was pulled her over the
knee, she felt her mother's right leg clamp firmly over the backs of her
knees.  Now her bottom was stuck right up under her Mummy's nose and she
couldn't move an inch.  Louise felt the sickening panicky feeling that any
moment her bottom was going to be set on fire as the hairbrush whacked into
it.
   "Hands!" Margaret instructed.
   Louise put her hands up into the small of her back and felt her mother
grab hold of them.  She wept miserably; any moment now it was going to
begin!
   Margaret looked down at the small soft little bottom sticking up at her.
The cheeks were lily white and quite chubby for a girl of that age; plenty
of target area for her to work on.  And Louise's bottom was so sensitive
too; every tiny nuance of every single spank was going to be felt in
excruciating detail.  Margaret raised the hairbrush up to her shoulder;
this was going to be fun!
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   The ferocity of her mother's spankings always took Louise by surprise.
They started from nothing and almost immediately became the most painful,
bottom scorching, tear gushing, scream inducing experience.  The brush
smacked so hard that Louise could barely catch her breath.  But when she
did she let the whole world know.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEE!  MUMMEEEEEEEEEY!  NOOOOOOOOOO!  IT HURTS! 
YAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" she screamed.
   Margaret watched with delight as her little daughter's bottom began to
redden.  She whacked the hairbrush down as hard as she could with no
thought for the tender age of the little bottom's owner.  Good nice hard
spanks; that's what Margaret liked; hard spanks where they would do the
most good; on a squirming bucking little bottom whose owner was screaming
and pleading with her to stop.  No, she wouldn't be stopping for some time;
not until the little bottom was almost purple and the two little sit spots
had those raised purple marks and big blisters that Margaret liked so much.
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
CRACK!
   "YEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  MY BUM!  YAAAAAAAAAAAH!  STOP!  IT HURTS! 
WAAAAAAAAAH!  STOP!  PLEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!"
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
CRACK!
   "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!  MUMMEEEEEEY!  I'LL BE GOOD!  STOP-IT!  YAAAAAAAAAAH! 
THAT'S ENOUGH!  NO MORE!  PLEEEEEEEEEASE!"
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
CRACK!
   Margaret was in her element; the little bare bottom bouncing about, the
screaming and the pleading from a well spanked little girl, the dark red
swollen cheeks with the contrasting white flesh between them, the repeated
hard application of the brush; forty smacks, fifty smacks, sixty smacks,
seventy smacks, and still Margaret kept on spanking as her daughter
screamed the house down.  Louise's bottom was developing a shiny dark red
purple hue and the little spank spots had begun to blister nicely.  The
tickle between Margaret's legs had become a pleasant throbbing.  She lifted
her right leg off her shrieking daughter and let her desperately kick over
her knee.  Louise's wide legged kicking put on a very pretty display of her
small pussy.  Margaret decided she would like to watch Louise dance so she
released the child's hands and put her on her feet.
   Louise went crazy; shrieking and jumping, howling and prancing, bottom
grabbing and rubbing, running on the spot, crouching down with her legs
spread and holding onto her bottom howling, standing on tiptoe and
tottering about.  Her face was a complete mess; bright red, mouth wide
open, snot streaming down over her lips and chin, drool dripping out of her
mouth as she howled and the tears streamed out of her eyes.  Margaret sat
back on the bed and enjoyed the spectacle.  Yes, that had been a very
satisfying start to Louise's spanking, but the child had a lot more
spanking to come, and some other nasty punishments too.  Margaret clenched
her thighs together; spanking was such an enjoyable pastime for a parent,
and so therapeutic for the child.  She would have to spank even more often.
   As Louise's howls dissolved into miserable hoarse sobs, Margaret decided
it was time to give Louise something to think about.
   "Louise, listen to me carefully.  You know what's coming next, don't
you?"
   "Bwaaaaaaaaah!  Oh!  Oh!  Please, no!  Not that!  Not my kitty!  Not my
bummy hole!"
   "Be quiet and listen, child!  You really are quite intolerable!  I shall
struggle to hold you down whilst I'm thrashing your privates.  I won't be
able to spank your kitty hard enough with the belt unless I have somebody
to hold you!"
   "NOOOOOOO!  MUMMEEEEY!  NOOOOOOOO!  PLEEEEEEEEASE!  DON'T!  NO!  DON'T!"
Louise wailed, jumping up and down to emphasise her displeasure and fear.
   Margaret couldn't help but think how attractive her naked little
daughter looked with terror on her face as she desperately pleaded with
her. Looking all attractive like that wasn't going to do her much good in a
little while.
   "Put your raincoat on and go round to Uncle Jim's.  Ask if he will be so
good as to come round and hold you so I can spank your bummy hole and
kitty. Oh, and Louise, don't forget to tell him there'll be his usual
reward for helping!"
   "Whaaaaaaaa!  Nooooooo!  Mummy!  Please!  Don't let him!  Don't let him
do it to me!  I'll be good!  You can spank me all you like!  Oh no! 
Anything but that!  I don't want to!  It hurts!  Please!  Don't let him! 
I'm sorry!  I'll be good!  Bwaaaaaaaah!"
   "Oh Louise!  Don't be such a baby!" Margaret said, wagging her finger at
her daughter as if she'd objected to washing her hands, "Lots of little
girls have painful sex with adults.  Adults enjoy it and it's a normal part
of punishment for a little girl."
   "Boo hoo!  But it hurts!  It hurts real bad, Mummy!"
   "Now, Louise," Margaret said more firmly, "It's meant to hurt and the
more it hurts the better.  You know your cousins get it all the time from
their Daddy.  You saw how much they cried when he stuck his big thing up
them.  Plenty of little girls get it like that, right up their kitty and
all the way up their bummy holes, where it does most good.  You don't have
a Daddy to help with your spankings so we have to be very grateful that
Uncle Jim does.  And if he wants to hurt you with his thing once we're
finished, then we need to be nice and let him.  Now, get your raincoat on
and go next door, or do you want me to get the big cane out and give you
some with that?"
   Louise didn't need to hear any more.  Sobbing with humiliation and fear
at the awful things Uncle Jim would do, she stumbled downstairs and put her
raincoat on.  The raincoat was clear see-through PVC with pictures of
raindrops on.  If anything it emphasised her nakedness and her swollen
purple bottom even more.
   Louise was glad it was dark outside as she slipped between the houses to
next door.  She tried to make herself small so nobody would see her when
she rang the bell.  She really hoped Uncle Jim wouldn't be in; horrible
man, the nasty things he did, his hands on her body, his fingers in her
privates, and his willy too; deep in her privates, so it hurt like fire
making her cry and beg him to stop, not that he ever did; not until his
nasty stuff had squirted out.  She hated how much he loved watching her get
spanked; her most private parts exposed to him, seeing her cry and scream
and beg Mummy to stop until, in the end, she would beg Uncle Jim to ask
Mummy to stop and in return she would...  The hot tears of humiliation
trickled down Louise's face as she thought of the terrible things she would
promise Uncle Jim for the spanking to stop; the pain from Mummy's spankings
made her do it!  Oh, how she really hoped he wasn't in this time!
   There was a sound from inside the house and she saw a light come on as a
door was opened.  She heard footsteps and her heart sank and she got that
sick feeling.  She knew what was going to happen next and how much it would
hurt and how she would hate it.
   The door opened.  Jim Jennings looked down at the tiny tearful girl
standing there; clearly quite naked with a clear plastic raincoat doing no
good at hiding it.  He ushered Louise in, checking that no one had seen. 
Thank goodness for the thick front hedge!
   As he got Louise into the brightly lit hallway his cock started to
harden.  She really was a delicious little girl.  He loved watching her
being spanked; her hot bare bottom, her snivelling pleading, and her cute
naked little body.  And Louise's bottom was very red; he could see that it
had been spanked almost purple and there were some good big blisters on the
fattest part of her cheeks.  She tearfully looked up at him.  His cock
twitched; she looked so attractive like that.
   "Boo hoo!  Please, Uncle Jim, please come to hold me so Mummy can
spank...  Oh, boo hoo, boo hoo...  so Mummy can spank my kitty and bummy
hole!  Boo hoo!  An'...an'...boo hoo, Mummy says to say you can `do your
reward' on me afterwards!  Whaaaaaaaa!"
   Jim's cock was hard now.  Forty and single, Jim had been Louise's
`father figure' since she had been six years old.  Following a long
discussion with Margaret about her favourite topic - spanking Louise, Jim
had found himself invited to an increasing number of the little girl's
spankings.  Each spanking was more prolonged and severe than the last and
each time he congratulated Margaret on her dedication to parental duty. 
Soon it seemed only natural that the little girl was spanked naked with her
genitals explicitly exposed to him.  At first he tried to hide his
erections, but Margaret had encouraged him to show them to Louise so she
could see how much he enjoyed watching her being spanked.  Soon he was
taking his trousers and pants off so that Louise could see exactly how much
he enjoyed it.  By the time Louise was almost seven years old, Margaret
began to suggest he deserved a reward for helping so much with little
Louise's spankings; Louise's tiny pussy and anus were offered up for his
hungry cock's exclusive use and enjoyment.  Louise's squeals and howls as
she was used proved very exciting for both mother and uncle.  He knew how
much Louise hated being penetrated and that made it even more exciting. 
The best thing was that Louise had to be so polite and nice to him, even
though she hated it or he'd get to watch as her mummy used the many
different spanking tools she owned to teach her ungrateful rude little
daughter's bottom a lesson it would never forget.
   Jim smiled down the sobbing little girl.
   "Louise, why don't you take that raincoat off so I can take a proper
look at you." he grinned.
   Louise shuddered; this was how it always started; `being naked with
Uncle Jim', but her red hot spanked bottom was sending messages to her
brain telling her to be good, telling her to do what Uncle Jim wanted so
that he didn't tell her Mummy and earn her bottom even more spanking. 
Slowly she began to unbutton her raincoat; it hadn't hidden much anyway,
but taking it off so there was nothing between her body and Uncle Jim's
nasty touching hands made her cry even more.  She finished undoing the
raincoat, took it off and handed it to Uncle.  By force of habit she put
her hands on her head.  That where he told her to keep them so they
couldn't interfere with any touching that he wanted to do.
   Jim put the raincoat down.  Louise was so cute when she was naked and
crying after a good smacked bottom.  He put his hand down onto the front of
her thigh and felt her trembling.  He traced his fingers up to her small
pussy and then slipped a finger between her legs, feeling for the entrance
to her little hole.
   "Legs apart, Louise!" he instructed.
   "Boo hoo!  Yes Uncle!" she whimpered and immediately shuffled her feet
apart.
   Jim pushed his index finger up into the small vagina.
   "Owwwww!  Owwwieee!  Ow!  Uncle Jim, please!  It hurts!  Don't!" Louise
warbled as the little tears slipped down her face.
   "You're very dry up there." Jim remarked, "It's going to hurt a lot when
I stick my willy up.  You know what your Mummy will do if I can't get my
willy up your kitty and bummy hole, don't you?"
   "Ooooooo!  Boo hoo!  Uncle Jim, I don't want it!  Boo hoo! 
Pleeeeeease!"
   "What don't you want, Louise?" he enquired, "My willy up you, or what
your Mummy will do to you if I can't fit it up?"
   Louise looked up at Uncle's smiling face.  He was going to make it sound
like he was doing her a favour, but it was so horrible, so humiliating and
painful and she knew he was going to really enjoy it too.  But Louise had
no choice; if she didn't let him and he couldn't push his willy up her then
Mummy would get out her set of big plastic willies, and for half an hour
Louise would scream the house down as her Mummy forced ever bigger plastic
willies up her little holes.  Then Uncle would stick his willy up her with
no trouble at all.  Her trembling lips opened and she sobbed out her
answer.
   "Boo hoo!  Boo hoo!  Please, Uncle!  I don't want what Mummy will do."
she blubbered.
   "So you do want my willy up you?" he smiled.
   As the tears streamed down her face, Louise wished she was somewhere
else.
   "Boo hoo!  Yes, I do want your willy up me, Uncle!" she wept.
   Uncle Jim smiled even more.
   "Well, if you promise not to tell your Mummy, we can go to the bathroom
and I'll put the special cream up your kitty and bummy hole so I can get my
willy in.  Would you like Uncle to do that for you?  So Mummy doesn't have
to get you ready for me?"
   Louise wept bitterly at the horrible nasty thing he was going to do to
her.  But she had no choice; if he didn't then her Mummy would hurt her
even more.
   "Boo hoo!  Yes Uncle!  I won't tell!  Boo hoo!"
   He smiled at her.
   "OK Lou-lou, let's go up to the bathroom and get the cream out.  Then
you can get in position and I'll get plenty up you so my willy goes in easy
as anything.  You'll never even notice it's gone up you!"
   Louise stifled a wail; the nasty liar!  She'd feel every sickening inch
whilst, as she squealed and howled, her poor little private holes were
stretched wider and wider by his big thing.  And her Mummy would be
clapping and encouraging him to do it even harder, like she always did.
   Uncle Jim pointed up the stairs and slowly Louise climbed them whilst he
followed behind, ogling her bruised and blistered little bottom.  When they
got to the bathroom like a good little girl Louise got the cream out of the
bathroom cupboard.  It was special cream, totally clear and very slippery.
She handed it to Uncle and then put the low bathroom stool in the middle of
the room.  Uncle Jim sat on it and spread his legs apart.  Louise backed
herself between his legs and then spread her own.  She bent forward and put
her hands on the floor, then pushed her bottom back.
   Jim drank in the view; a few inches from his nose was the spread
buttocks and split labia of his neighbour's nine year old daughter.  He
never grew tired of examining her spanked little bottom and cute little
anus and pussy.  He started to carefully lubricate his middle finger.  When
he was done he began to insert it into her vagina.  He could feel the tight
hot soft walls around his finger as he pushed it up until it reached the
cervix.  Louise was crying nicely and he could feel her trying to control
her squirming.  He pushed the finger beyond the cervix and was rewarded
with a tearful yelp.  He withdrew the finger and, holding his middle and
index fingers together, lubricated them both.  He began to reinsert them.
Louise wailed as she felt both fingers entering her.
   "Owwwww!  Uncle!  Not two!  It hurts!  Owwieeeeee!  Please!"
   Jim ignored Louise's tearful pleading and began to pump his fingers in
and out of the child's little vagina.
   "Yeeeeowwww!  Noooooo!  Ouchieeeeee!  Whaaaaaaaa!  Uncle!  Stop! 
Owwwwwww!  It hurts!  Not fast!  Please!  Don't do it fast!  Whaaaaaa!"
   Jim pulled his fingers out and lubricated his large middle finger again,
This time he pressed the tip of it against the small anus.
   "Boo hoo!  Ooooo, Uncle!  Please don't!  Don't hurt me!  Boo hoo!" wept
Louise.
   Jim firmly pushed his finger up.  He loved the feel of Louise's tiny
anus on this him.  His cock jerked at the thought of pushing up this tight
little hole.  He felt the muscles contracting on his finger, squeezing it,
trying to expel it; it was going to feel so good on his cock!  He withdrew
his finger and lubricated his middle and index fingers together.  Then he
began to push both fingers into the hole.  The little sphincter tried to
resist, but it was no match for Jim's fingers.  As he pushed his fingers
up, Louise wriggled and blubbered.
   "Oooooooo-boo-hoo!  A-boo-hoo!  Ow-ow-owwieeeee!  Oh stop!  Please! 
Don't!  Not so hard!  Not like that!  Owwwwww!"
   Jim withdrew his fingers.  He put his middle, index and fourth fingers
together, lubricating them, then returned them to the trembling little
bottom hole.  The presence of three stretching fingers in her little anus
was more than Louise could bear.
   "Whaaaaaaaaa!  Uncle!  Noooooo!  It hurts!  Take them out! 
Pleeeeeeease!"
   Her bum wriggled frantically as Jim twisted and pumped his fingers to
stretch the hole even more.
   "Eeeeeeeeeeee!  Please!  Stop!  I've had enough cream!  Yaaaaaaaaaah! 
You can fit it up now!  Right up me!  Your whole willy!  Bwaaaaaaaaah! 
Stop-it!  Stop-it!  Pleeeeeeease!"
   Jim pulled his fingers out and stood up to wash his hands.  Louise
slowly collapsed onto the floor, her hands trying to soothe her
overstretched holes.
   "Get up, Louise!  Jim said firmly, "We're going back to your house now
for the rest of your spanking!"
   Jim led the weeping trembling girl downstairs and put her raincoat over
her.  Then, checking there were no prying eyes, he led Louise back to her
house and up to her bedroom.
   "My word!  You took your time!" said Margaret.
   "Just having a little fun!" grinned Jim.
   Margaret beamed back at him.
   "Oh, of course!  I understand!" she exclaimed happily, "And you know you
can have as much fun as you want with her.  After all, it all part of her
spanking.  I hope it was painful for her?"
   "Quite uncomfortable, yes!" Jim confirmed.
   Margaret looked down meaningfully at the huge tent in the front of Jim's
trousers.  He made no attempt to hide it.
   "Louise," Margaret instructed, "take your Uncle's trousers and pants off
so that thing of his isn't all trussed up!  We don't want him getting
uncomfortable, do we?"
   Louise miserably bent down and undid Jim's belt, flies and trouser
button.  She could barely see through her tears, but she'd done this so
often that she could do it by touch.  The trousers fell down his legs and
he stepped out of them.  His willy just looked so huge in his underpants.
Louise's trembling hands clasped the waistband of her Uncle's underpants
and she pulled them down.  He was just so hairy down there and his huge
hard thing sprang out all sticking up.  The skin on the top of it had
peeled back and the big smooth purple helmet was on show.  It jerked and
twitched in front of her face.
   "Don't be shy, Louise!" Margaret whispered, "Kiss it hello!"
   Miserably Louise opened her mouth and engulfed the first few inches of
her Uncle's willy.  She took the shaft in her little hand and began to rub
the loose skin up and down.  Her tongue circled the big smooth head that
was in her mouth, paying special attention to the slit and where the
wrinkled skin met the smooth shiny bit.  Uncle groaned as she rubbed and
licked.  `Making Uncle's willy feel nice with her mouth' was one of the
first things Mummy had taught her to do after Uncle started helping with
her spankings.
   Margaret let Jim enjoy the oral attentions of her daughter for a minute
or two.  It was important to Margaret that Jim enjoyed helping her with
Louise's spankings just as much as she enjoyed giving them.  After all,
spankings were for an adult's enjoyment as well as a child's punishment,
she reasoned.
   She coughed discreetly.
   "Jim darling, I'm sure Louise can offer you something even more
enjoyable than that in a while!" she promised, "But right now I wonder if
you could help hold Louise's legs back and apart and make sure her hands
out of the way.  I need to give her little kitty and bummy hole the
spanking they so richly deserve!"
   "Of course, Margaret!" Jim happily agreed.
   Whilst having Louise obediently suck his cock was delightful, he enjoyed
watching her being spanked even more.  And afterwards the child's tight
little anus would feel even better on his cock than her mouth.
   "Get into position, Louise!" Margaret ordered.
   Weeping with fear, Louise lay on her back on her bed and pulled her
knees up to her chest.  Jim sat behind her with her head a few inches away
from his balls.  She had a tendency to thrash her head about when her
sensitive bits were being spanked and Jim had learned the hard way to keep
his balls out of range of her head.  As he sat down he made sure that
Louise's arms were trapped under his large thighs.  Then he reached forward
took a firm hold of each of the child's ankles and, with one in each hand,
he pulled her legs right back and apart.  As he pulled back her bottom rose
off the bed presenting her parted buttocks and unprotected pussy to her
mother.
   Margaret had the black leather dress belt wrapped a couple of times
around her hand with about two foot of length left.  Louise mewled with
fear as she saw it and tried desperately to plead with her mother.
   "Bwaaaaaaah!  Mummy!  Please!  Not on my kitty!  Not on my botty hole!
Whaaaaah!  I'll be good forever!  Just don't use the belt!  Use your hand!
Bwaaaaaaah!  I'm sorry!  I'll do anything you say!  Don't spank!  Boo hoo!
A-hurrrrrrr!  A-hurrrrrr!"
   Margaret smiled down at her intimately exposed daughter.
   "Now Louise, don't be so silly.  This is just a normal spanking like all
little girls get.  Your kitty and botty hole were made to be spanked.  You
have to be opened wide like this so I can get to them properly.  You need
to be spanked inside your bottom cheeks and between your legs.  It has to
be a proper spanking!"
   "Bwaaaaah!  But Mummy!  Don't use the belt!  Use your hand!  It'll still
hurt!  Boo hoo!"
   "Really, Louise!  I thought you'd have learned by now!  The belt hurts
much more than my hand!  I can't spank your kitty with my hand; it would
hardly hurt at all!  The belt will do a much better job!"
   "Whaaaaaaaaaa!  Whaaaaaaaaa!  Mummy!  No!  No!  Please!"
   "Now then, Louise, where shall I start?  Kitty or botty hole?  What do
you think, Uncle Jim?"
   "Kitty, I think, Mummy!" Jim grinned.
   Margaret saw Jim's cock, the end of which was stuck out over her
daughter's face, emit a blob of pre-cum.  The sticky liquid slowly dripped
into a long slimy line onto her daughter's face.  Margaret licked her lips.
   "Yes, kitty it is!" she said and raised the belt up to her shoulder.
   THWACK!
   The belt flew through the air and came to a juddering stop as it
ploughed into her daughters little pussy.
   THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!
   Margaret only had one spanking style, and that was hard.  The belt end
whipped into Louise's pussy and inner thighs as hard as Margaret could
manage.  Jim's cock jerked and twitched as he watched the red swollen marks
form and as Louise wriggled and struggled exposing herself even more as her
pussy and anus winked open and closed with the pain.  The child's desperate
screaming filled the room.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  YAAAAAAAAAAH!  NOOOOOOO!  MY KITTEEEEEEEEY! 
YEEEEEEEEEIGH!  MUMMEEEEEEEEEY!  STOOOOOOOP!"
   Margaret didn't stop.  She never stopped until she believed that the
part of her daughter being punished couldn't take another single spank. 
When Louise's pussy was a fat, dark-red, swollen, welted mess she stopped.
The untouched white skin between Louise's bottom cheeks and, at their
centre, her exposed purple brown anus needed her motherly attention.  The
end of the strap sped at light speed through the air and landed with a
tremendous thwack on Louise's bottom hole.
   THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!
   Margaret was in her element now; left inner buttock, anus, right inner
buttock, anus, left inner buttock, left again, then the right, then the
anus, then the anus again; Margaret's pussy throbbed and clenched every
time the belt smacked into her daughter.  The spanking with the nasty
stinging dress belt went on and on as Louise shrieked and begged for it to
stop.
   THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!
   "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  MY HOLE!  NOOOOOOOO!  EEEEEEEEEE!  MUMMEEEEEEY! 
STOOOOOOOOP!  YAAAAAAAAAAH!  UNCLE!  MAKE IT STOP!  PLEEEEEEEEEEASE!  I'LL
TAKE YOUR WILLEEEEEEEY!"
   Soon Louise's inner buttocks matched her pussy and her anus had visibly
swollen until it looked like a small pair of dark red lips.  Margaret
stopped and signalled Jim to release her daughter.  As Louise was released
she flipped about on the bed like a fish out of water, her hands buried
between her legs and buttocks as she screeched with the pain of the
spanking.
   Margaret calmly put the belt back on top of the chest of drawers and
picked up the cane.  Her daughter's antics on the bed and screaming
entreaties to be spared the cane did nothing but make Margaret's pussy
throb even more wildly.  She looked at Jim's cock which was freely leaking
pre-cum; she knew that he felt the same.
   "Time for your caning now, Louise!", Margaret ordered, "Come on!  Stop
making such a fuss!  The cane hurts far more than the belt!  You haven't
even had the worst yet!  On your knees, head down, bottom up, legs apart!
You know what to do!  Don't make me come and put you in position, or I'll
be getting the big cane out!"
   Margaret watched delightedly at the abject obedience of her little
daughter as she presented her own little bottom and thighs for the cane. 
With her legs apart the fat red swollen flesh between her buttocks and her
red welted pussy was displayed to the excited adults.  Her hairbrush
blistered bottom cheeks were stuck right out in the cheekiest manner,
almost begging to be spanked.  Margaret flexed the cane.  Oh, this was
going to be so much fun!
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   Margaret whipped the cane onto the sit-down parts of Louise's bottom,
just below the blisters left by the hairbrush.  One of the strokes was
right in the crease when Louise's bottom met her thighs.  Louise's screams
erupted as her bottom reacted to her mother's enthusiastic application of
the cane.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  YAAAAAAAAAAH!  MUMMEEEEEEEEEEE!  A-YAAAAAAAAH! 
YEEEEEEEEEIGH!  YEEEEEEEEEEIGH!"
   Margaret spanked away with the cane all over Louise's wildly shaking
bottom and the backs of her thighs.  Jim stepped in to hold Louise in
place, his hands firmly on her shoulders pushing her down whilst Margaret
pursued her goal of delivering the very strictest parental spanking.
   As Louise's bottom and thighs became more and more welted and swollen
her desperate entreaties for the caning to stop became more and more
explicit.  Soon Uncle's cock had been promised regular unencumbered access
to her pussy, anus and mouth.  Would he like to come round at bedtime and
use her every night for a month?  Would he like to have his cock in her
bottom all evening whilst watching TV?  Would he like to pop-in to Louise's
bedroom whenever he fancied a long sloppy session in Louise's mouth? 
Margaret and Jim exchanged knowing glances as each new outrageous sexual
pledge was made.  Louise could be sure that she would be obliged to keep
each and every one of them.  Finally, only when Louise's bottom looked like
two plump red tomatoes and the backs of her thighs had been caned
traffic-light red, did Margaret stop.
   Jim and Margaret swapped positions.  Now it was Margaret's turn to hold
Louise in position while Jim and his fun.
   "Make sure it goes all the way in, Uncle Jim!" Margaret smirked, "Botty
hole today, I think!  That's where a man's willy does a naughty little girl
most good!  That's where it hurts the most!  That's where it's tightest! 
Can you hear me, Louise?  Gosh, what a lot of noise you're making!  It was
only a spanking!  Uncle's going to put his willy in your bottom hole now!
All the way in!  Can you hear me?"
   Louise's desperate, miserable wail told them the message was received.
   "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!  UNCLE!  PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!"
   Jim touched the end of his cock to the red swollen stinging anus.  The
spanking had made it all swell up so it will feel even better on him.  He
held the base of his cock and pushed hard.  He had been using Louise's
little anus since she was six and knew just how to get up inside her.  As
Louise screamed with the terrible stretching pain, Jim pushed his whole
length up her.
   The feeling was delicious on the whole of his cock; the hot lubricated
smooth tightness, the twitching squeezing muscles.  He began to move his
cock in and out of the tight hole, the smooth friction on his sensitive
cock making it tingle with the most wonderful sensations.  Louise wailed
and squealed at the painful intrusion, her desperate pleas that it was too
big, for him to take it out, for it to be done later, fell on deaf ears. 
Margaret joyfully encouraged him to enjoy Louise's tiny anus to the full.
He began a steady solid motion.
   Squish-Squish-Squish
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  NOOOOOOOOOO!  UNCLE!  IT HURTS!  STOOOOOOOOP! 
BWAAAAAAAAAH!"
   "That's it, Jim!  Do it harder!  Rougher!  Use that little hole!"
   Squish-Squish-Squish
   "YEEEEEEEEOWWWWWWWW!  IT'S TOO BIG!  WHAAAAAAAAA! 
PLEASE-PLEASE-PLEASE!"
   "I can see it going all the way in!  Yes!  Like that!  All of it in one
go!"
   Squish-Squish-Squish
   Jim's balls started to tingle.  He held onto the child's tiny hips and
began to bang his whole length into her as fast as he could, his belly
slapping against her blistered cheeks.  Accompanied by Louise's shrieks and
howls and her mother's impassioned demands for him to do it even harder,
Jim felt his orgasm arrive; from deep in his bottom and from every tiny
nerve in his balls until his penis felt like it would explode with
pleasure. His whole body shook as his sperm blasted out into Louise rectum.
Time and again he squirted up her as his orgasm went on, until eventually
it subsided.
   After enjoying Louise's tight bottom around him for a little longer, Jim
withdrew.  His cock was covered in a mix of sticky globby sperm and streaky
yellow poo.  Margaret winked at him.
   "Come on, Louise!  Uncle needs cleaning now!" Margaret commanded.
   Louise's miserable red tear and snot soaked face emerged from the bed
where it had been kept pushed.  Bubbles of snot burst out of her nose and
her hair was soaked wet with the copious output from her eyes, nose and
screaming mouth.  Louise looked at Uncle's horrible penis with its foul
covering of lumpy slimy white stuff and nasty stinky poo; she could smell
it from almost a foot away.  Without a moments thought she put it in her
mouth and began to suck it clean.  She knew from the pain in her bottom
that there was no other option.  To the delighted adults it has appeared as
though the excrement smeared, sperm covered, penis was the child's most
favourite sweetie in the whole world.  Louise licked and sucked at every
inch of Jim's cock with an almost passionate relish, her tongue getting
into all the little skin pockets and tiny sensitive places with diligent
care.
   All this passionate attention had the not unexpected consequence that
Jim's penis became rock hard again.
   "Make Uncle squirt in your mouth!" commanded Margaret.
   Louise immediately put her hands around Jim's penis and began to
vigorously rub the loose skin up and down whilst her tongue and lips danced
over the hot purple head.  After another two or three minutes Jim's body
tightened and his cock spasmed as another few tiny squirts went into
Louise's mouth.  She looked up at Jim and her mother and audibly swallowed
the contents of her mouth.
   Margaret saw him to the door.
   "Thank you for helping again, Jim!" she smiled.
   "Any time!" he grinned, waving back.
   Upstairs in her bedroom Louise lay on her bed crying, clutching her
teddy bear.  She held her legs apart; it was too painful to put them
together and squash her poor kitty.  Her bottom was one big ball of fire,
inside and out.
   She heard her mother start up the stairs and she held her teddy tighter.
How she hated what came next.  Her mother opened the door.  She was stark
naked as usual.  Her big breasts flopped on her chest with no bra to
support them and her big pink soaking gash was visible through a forest of
wet pubic hair.  Louise watched in terror as her mother went to the
wardrobe, opened the door and took out the big cane.  She put it on top of
the chest of drawers for Louise to look at.
   "Are you going to be good for Mummy tonight?" her mother asked sweetly.
   Louise didn't think she had any tears left, but they started flowing
again anyway.  The big cane only came out when her Mummy wanted something
really nasty done.
   "Boo hoo!  Yes, Mummy!" she answered.
   Margaret smiled even more widely, like a Cheshire cat that has its prey
just where it wants it.
   "Mummy hasn't washed her bottom for a week, sweetie!  She wants you to
clean it for her!"
   Louise watched in horror as her mother turned and parted her big fat
buttocks to show her anus.  She stared in disbelief at the dark yellow
brown matted hair that surrounded her mother's stinking bottom hole.  Her
mother started to climb on the bed and Louise's tummy did flip-flops and
thought of what she would have to do.
   "Lie on your back, Louise.  Mummy's going to squat over you and put her
bottom on your mouth."
   Louise was making panicky sobbing noises.  That was the worst thing
ever! She couldn't even pull away when the taste and smell got too much. 
Her mother's huge bottom and anus hovered over her face and then were
lowered down until Louise was imprisoned in her mother's bottom.
   Margaret sat trembling with sexual passion.  She felt the hot wriggly
tongue of her daughter flick and lick around her sensitive back-passage and
then enter the hole itself.  Margaret moaned in pleasure and began to
slowly grind her bottom into her daughter's face.
   "That's it, darling!  Be a good girl for Mummy!  Get that tongue of
yours all the way up my hole!"
   For the next ten minutes Margaret moaned and gasped and sighed with joy
as her daughter licked every last tiny miniscule bit of her mother's anus
clean.  Margaret turned herself round so Louise could see how her pussy had
fully opened like a flower ready to be pollinated.  The huge pussy looked
like an open hungry mouth to Louise; she watched in frightened fascination
as the gaping hole was lowered towards her until it seemed to cover her
whole face.  It was hot and soaking wet with a pungent smell and taste. 
She began to eat it, sucking and licking and rubbing her mouth and nose
into it like a girl possessed.  Margaret rubbed her pussy back and forth
across her daughter's face as the loud licking and sucking went on.  After
a few minutes she turned over and lay back against the headboard, her legs
wide apart.
   "Come and kneel between Mummy's legs and finish me off." she ordered.
   Louise's face was between her legs in an instant and the child began
frantically eating the big pussy in front of her, sucking and drooling over
the large erect clit.  Margaret began to rock herself, she could feel the
most monstrous orgasm coming.  She grabbed Louise's hair tightly into her
fist and began to rub the child's face against her clit.  A wild unearthly
mix between a roar and a moan filled the house as Margaret came, her legs
shaking and her pussy and anus convulsing in pleasure.
   Almost immediately after cumming, Margaret got up to leave.  She gave
her daughter a sorrowful little smile.
   "Does poor baby have a stingy botty?  Oh dear me.  That's what happens
when Mummy has to spank, isn't it?  Now Louise, remember to be up early
tomorrow.  We have to make sure that your kitty and botty hole gets a good
scrubbing in the shower like I promised earlier, don't we?"
   Louise's bottom lip trembled as she thought of a huge wooden bristled
scrubbing brush going nineteen-to-the-dozen between her legs powered by an
enthusiastic Mummy!  She looked down at her massively welted, dark red,
swollen kitty and then up at her mother.
   Margaret smiled and shook her head.
   "Since when did you having had one punishment stop me giving you
another, Louise?" she asked.
   Louise's hoarse frightened sobs accompanied Margaret as she left her
daughter's bedroom and walked across the landing to her own.  As Louise lay
weeping in fear of the terrible genital scrubbing she was going to get, she
heard a noise coming from across the landing and began to cry even harder;
it was the sound of a high powered vibrator; she knew that her mother would
be coming back for seconds before long.
   DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction not fact.  The two are very
different.
   
  
Louise's Spanking