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VISIT TO PP3 [ part 4 ] Note: This story is a fantasy for adults only. The author utterly condemns any form of actual abuse – physical, sexual, psychological and emotional – to any person of any age.
“Oh please sir! Please don’t do anything to me!” Ellerie begged with a whining wail. The beautiful eleven-year-old Californian girl was suspended from her cuffed wrists from the long gallery in my villa at PP3. Alongside her were three other victims similarly strung up with only their toes just touching the floor. All were naked. The other three – the nine-year-old Cambodian, Chantou; the ten-year-old French girl, Ophelie; and the eleven-year-old Russian, Anastasia – had all been the objects of my sexual quirks. Only Ellerie remained unmolested. Now I had decided to select her for my pleasure – hence her entreaty. “Fetch her down,” I ordered my pretty sixteen-year-old aide. Julie obediently lowered the suspending rope and then unattached it from Ellerie’s cuffs. The American girl continued to plead agitatedly. “Silence!” I shouted. “You are required to speak only in answer to a direct question. You have disobeyed before. You shall be punished.” Ellerie opened her pretty mouth to appeal against this decision, but obviously thought better of it and just stood tearfully dejected instead, perhaps hoping that her mute supplication might soften my heart. No chance of that – or of it softening any other part either, quite the reverse! Ellerie was very beautiful, certainly the most conventionally attractive of my four captives, although the other three were just as lovely to me. She was also the most mature physically, although that is not saying a lot as even she was only just entering puberty. But even at this young age, she had a perfectly proportioned, though miniature, figure with cute little breasts, a small waist and recently broadened hips. Her calves were slim but her thighs expanded roundly from knee to groin. Here was the most obvious sign of residual physical immaturity as her quim remained as bald as a billiard ball. But if her body was stunning her face was gorgeous. Below glossy waves of rose-gold, shoulder length hair, Ellerie had an ideal heart shaped face with large bright eyes and small dimpled chin. I considered what to do to her. Although it seemed a shame to blemish such perfection, I knew that I would use corporal punishment to chastise her. Not only was this simple and effective, it was also appropriate for a child, would have an immediate impact not only on her, but also on the other three and, most importantly, would give me a great deal of pleasure. But what to use? I had a large range of implements at my disposal including an assortment of sizes and shapes of paddles such as were once used in American homes and schools. I also had canes of various lengths and weight that had been the ultimate deterrent in English schools in a foregone era. But although I knew there would come a time when I would put all these instruments to good use on the bottoms of my victims, for now I decided to choose a plimsoll – the good old school gym slipper that was the regular teachers’ standby in Britain for most of the twentieth century. This would give a salutary and – for me – very satisfactory sting, and would redden the skin very prettily, but should not leave any unsightly marks or bruises. I told Julie to fetch a table that stood against one wall. When she had complied, I told her to tie Ellerie’s ankles to two of the legs. Julie did so, stretching the girl’s own legs widely in the process. I then told my |