THE DEAL

BY NAP

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.

Mike Jones went up the narrow stairs to his bedroom. His hand felt for the light switch. Thank goodness for generators – there was no mains electricity in this remote part of Exmoor. He found the switch and clicked it on. He jumped, startled by the hump of a body in his bed. Recovering from the shock, he walked cautiously forward to investigate. He felt rather silly, but definitely puzzled. “What the devil is she doing there,” he thought. He wondered what to do: wake her up, sleep somewhere else, or what? He decided to take no chances and sent back downstairs to the kitchen where his hosts Edward and Gail Marlin were clearing up.

“Er, hello,” Mike said hesitantly, “Erm, Karyl is in my bed.”

They were less surprised than he had expected. “Mmm, I thought she had taken a fancy to you,” Gail commented.

“At least the bed will be warm,” grinned Edward, “this cottage tends to be damn cold once the fire in the stove dies down.

Mike was astonished by both the matter and the manner of their answers. He had thought Karyl to be a spoilt, precocious brat and had supposed she disliked him equally. Also, this was not the way he had expected parents to react when told their ten-year-old daughter was sleeping in the bed of a comparative stranger.

“Perhaps I should sleep in her bed?” he ventured, trying to be helpful.

“I wouldn’t try it if I were you,” Edward said, “Her room is so small I had to make that bed myself so it would fit. It is only five feet eight inches long and you’re six feet two at least.

“What shall I do then?” Mike asked feeling rather irritated and bewildered by the parents’ attitude.

“Oh, spank her bottom and chuck her out, or climb in with her! Whatever you like,” Gail laughed. Anyway, we’re going to bed ourselves now in the old byre so you’ve got the place to yourself and we shall hear nothing. Good night.”

And with that, Gail and Edward Marlin were gone.

Mike stood in the kitchen wondering why he had come to this godforsaken place. He and Edward Marlin were on opposite ends of some tight negotiations and they had almost completed the deal save for a few vital, final points, so when Edward had invited him down to his weekend cottage Mike had agreed just to help the deal along. He had not expected anything quite so primitive. The cottage was tiny as was shown by the fact that to make more room the Marlins had constructed a short passage to link up the cottage with the old stone cowshed that they had converted and now used as their bedroom.

Mike had certainly not enjoyed his stay so far. The Marlins were pleasant enough, but their daughter, Karyl, was an obnoxious brat. She was a large girl, tall for her age and well built. She was obviously very clever and showed off, constantly butting into the adult conversation. Mike had found her a pain in the arse, but her parents happily tolerated her precocious interruptions. She was spoiled rotten, Mike decided.

Which made Gail’s remark about spanking her all the odder. Except it was clearly a joke. Perhaps he should sleep in a chair downstairs? No! Why should some brat of a girl deprive him of his bed? Grumpily, Mike stamped back up the narrow staircase.

Karyl was still fast asleep. He looked at her chubby cheeked face and short brown hair like a helmet around her ears. A band of freckles crossed her nose. She wouldn’t win a beauty contest, but she was pretty enough in a plump sort of way. Mike sighed and smiled to himself in mocking self-awareness. He knew that the reason he was so annoyed was because of those socially unacceptable emotions that were triggered by the very idea of a girl in his bed. That is, a ten-year-old, pre-pubertal girl. Feelings that he tried so hard to keep buried and which had been further aroused by this child’s mother suggesting that he spank her! And further implying that he had a free hand and pointing out that they – the parents – were out of earshot having two solid, three feet thick stone walls, several doors and a staircase between them and him.

Mike made his mind up to wake Karyl up. She was lying curled up on her left side, so he decided to approach her from the right so as not to startle her too much. He pulled back the covers. Karyl was wearing blue pyjamas. Lying on her side as she was, with her knees drawn up, her sizeable bottom stuck out. The temptation was too much for Mike. He raised his right hand and slapped smartly down on Karyl’s right buttock.

Karyl grunted and rolled over onto her back. She blearily opened her eyes and struggled to focus. “Oh, hallo,” she said drowsily. She made no complaint about the smack.

“What are you doing in my bed?” Mike demanded, determined to maintain the initiative.

“What time is it?” Karyl asked.

“Your mother said I should spank you,” Mike heard himself announce.

“Oh,” was Karyl’s only response

Had she heard him? Mike wondered. Was she still half asleep?

Karyl sat up in the bed with a wide yawn. “Shall I fetch my hairbrush?” she asked.

“What!”

“Mummy says it’s a waste of time and energy spanking my big bottom with her hand because I hardly feel it through the layers of fat so she uses the hairbrush,” Karyl helpfully explained.

“Oh.”

Karyl seemed to take this as an instruction because she swung her legs out of the bed and then padded off on bare feet across the tiny landing to her own room. Meanwhile Mike’s dazed brain tried to take in the idea that the ‘spoiled brat’ was in fact spanked with a hairbrush by her fond mother and was prepared to be similarly spanked by him! He heard Karyl’s solid footsteps return. She came in carrying a wooden hairbrush, which she handed to him.

“How do you want me?” she asked obligingly. “Bent over the end of the bed? Or the edge? Mummy never spanks me over her lap any more because she says I’m too heavy, but you’re a lot bigger than Mummy. Or I could—

“Be quiet!” Mike snapped. He needed to think and as usual, that chatty brat couldn’t stop talking.

Karyl was temporarily silenced, but was still being cooperative. Without being told to, she untied the cord of her pyjamas and let the trousers fall to the floor. Mike’s eyes automatically swung towards the sudden exposure of Karyl’s pudendum. He knew he should not be looking, but it would have been difficult to miss it, as it was large and prominent, and utterly devoid of hair. Also, Karyl was not attempting to conceal it. In fact, her hands were busy being helpful once again, unbuttoning her pyjama jacket. It gaped open and Mike’s eyes went from Karyl’s groin to her chest. He glimpsed a podgy mound of pink tipped flesh poking out of the opening. Then Karyl slipped the whole jacket from her shoulders and he saw the both of the immature breasts wobbling at him. Karyl stepped out of the trousers around her ankles, stooped to pick them up and put them and the jacket onto a chair. She shivered. “Brr, it’s cold,” she said.

This was impossible, Mike thought, looking at the nude daughter of his hosts. What was he supposed to do now? Well he had a naked girl and was holding a hairbrush, so perhaps he should spank her. Except—

“Shall I kneel on the bed?” Karyl suggested. “Mummy says that is easier for her because I’m the right sort of height – well, my bottom is. Look, I’ll show you.” She hopped up onto the bed and knelt with her head and shoulders down and her big bottom up. It certainly looked a good position – from the spanker’s point of view, of course. “See,” Karyl said, looking back at him

“Yes,” Mike answered automatically.

“OK,” Karyl said, taking his answer for confirmation. “But first Mummy always ties my wrists to the bed head so that I can’t put them in the way. Here, you can use the cord out of my jimjams,” she suggested Kneeling up and pulling it from her pyjama trousers.

As if in a daze, Mike bound Karyl’s wrists together. “Gosh, you tie much tighter knots than Mummy,” Karyl commented with a tone of respect. She knelt on the bed again and Mike tied the free end of the cord to the rails of the bed head. “Mummy puts the pillows under my tummy to make my bottom stick up more as well,” Karyl informed him. Mike picked up the pillows, doubled them over and pushed them, one on top of the other, under the naked child’s stomach. His hands trembled as he touched her springy plump flesh; it seemed a very intimate act.

There – it was done! Now he stood beside and slightly behind her in the recognised position for whacking her bum with the hairbrush. Should he do it? Of course he should! But how hard? And how many? Almost without thinking, Mike swung his arm and the flat back of the hairbrush cracked loudly against Karyl’s fat bottom. He jumped guiltily – he had not intended to hit her so hard. But Karyl did not react at all, despite the red oval imprint in the middle of her cheeks. Mike’s emotions unreasonably switched form guilt to irritation at this lack of response. He swung the brush in a swift arc and it cracked even louder against the girl’s fleshy chubby buttocks. The left cheek flattened under the impact and then bounce back rounded as a trembling wave of ran through the cheek and along the thigh. But still Karyl made no noise.

“How many does your mother usually give you?” Mike asked, somewhat taken aback by her lack of reaction.

“Well, at least ten.” Karyl’s voice was slightly muffled by having her face against the bedcovers. “But it is usually more. Once, she gave me fifty and I couldn’t sit down for a week afterwards. Well, it might not have been quite fifty,” she admitted, “but it felt like it, and my bum was covered in bruises.”

“Oh,” he said inadequately, dumbfounded by the thought of fifty – or even not quite fifty – whacks with this hairbrush.

“But Mummy hits a lot harder than you,” Karyl confided, “I mean, I’m sure you’re much stronger,” added quickly, as if to soothe his injured pride, “but Mummy must swing it faster, or something. It stings more,” she added helpfully.

“Oh, does it,” Mike answered grimly, annoyed by the implied criticism. He drew his arm right back and swung it in a wide arc so that the flat back of the hairbrush had plenty of momentum as it struck the young girl’s bottom. There was a tremendous ‘CRACK’ and at the same instant Karyl let out a shrill squeal.

“Ouch, ” she repeated with feeling, “that hurt.” She wagged her bottom from side to side. There was now a patch of much deeper red marking it.

“It was meant to,” Mike said harshly. “Keep your bum still.”

“Ooh,” Karyl moaned, but her bottom stopped moving. Mike aimed and swung his hand again. Karyl yelled even more piercingly, but she managed to keep her bottom fairly still. The next swat did not land quite so well, it did not hit on the fullest part of Karyl’s bottom but slid off the side of her buttock. Her “Ow” was not quite so sharp. Mike was disappointed – all that effort wasted. He took aim and landed a good one right in the middle if the girl’s bum. “Yeeow!” Karyl yelled impressively. That was better. Her whacked her again, and her yell was even louder. He hit her again, this time aiming for her right buttock. Then he landed a good one on her left cheek with an explosive ‘THWACK!’

Karyl’s big bottom was very red now and was in constant agitation under the impact of repeated blows from the flat back of the hairbrush. Her plump buttocks wobbled and trembled as she twitched and squirmed. Mike waited until Karyl’s quivering bum was steady enough and slammed another cracking hit. “Yeeouch” yelled Karyl and writhed desperately away.

“Keep your fat arse still!” Mike insisted, surprising himself by both the vehemence and vocabulary of his command. Nevertheless, Karyl struggled to obey. He hit her hard again and her bottom bounced and jumped as she yelled. He carried on hitting her.

An idea came into Mike’s mind, a thought so outrageous, he hardly knew where it had come from. But once it had floated into his brain there was no denying it. He moved forward and pulled the pillows from under Karyl’s hips. “Roll over onto your back,” he instructed. Karyl obeyed, wincing as her sore bottom touched the sheet. Mike looked at her lying there on her back the full front of her body exposed to view. He picked up her pyjama trousers. “Tip your legs right back over your head,” he told her. “With a grunt of effort she threw her feet backwards. Mike caught her left ankle and hauled it up towards the headboard and then wide towards the bedpost. He hooked her foot under the top rail of the headboard and then used a leg of the pyjamas to tie the ankle to the bedpost. He walked back around the foot of the bed, picking up his discarded tie on the way. He moved to her right foot waving in mid-air, and hooked that under the rail in the same manner and tied it secu rely. He walked back to the foot of the bed and looked at the result.

Karyl was looking back at him through the broad V of back thrust thighs. Her fat red bum was bent towards him, the skin stretched tightly over her plump buttocks. Between her thighs her large, but childishly bald quim pointed in his direction, the outer lips parted by the pull of her widely stretched legs so that it gaped indecently. God! Mike thought, what would her fond parents think if they were to walk in on him now! He unthreaded his belt from the loops of his trousers. It was of thick tanned leather and about an inch and a half broad. He doubled it in his fist, keeping the buckle end safely in his hand. “Have you ever been leathered before, Karyl?” he asked.

Karyl shook her head. “No, Mr Jones,” she answered, keeping nervous eyes on the belt.

“Well,” Mike said, smiling cruelly, “It will be a new experience for you.” He drew back his arm and lashed the leather down hard against Karyl’s already sore bottom. She yelled and struggled wildly, but could move but little restrained as she was. Mike took his time and then struck again, making her scream even louder. All constraints of decent behaviour had deserted him now. He beat her repeatedly across her big buttocks and meaty thighs until they were red and sore. The belt even caught her between her legs making her scream even more shrilly. Karyl was crying uncontrollably, the tears spilling from her eyes and streaming down her plump cheeks. Her buttocks and legs were in constant agitation now, jerking and twitching in reaction both to every actual lash and also to the threat, adding another dimension of sadistic pleasure to her tormentor.

But even in his wildly excited state Mike knew there was a limit as to what he could do to this child. He forced control on himself and eventually moved forward to release the bawling girl. He pushed her howling from the room and threw her pyjamas after her. He suddenly felt very tired and quickly undressed and slid between the sheets. Gail had been right. The bed certainly had been warmed. He immediately fell asleep.

Time passed. Five minutes? Five hours? He did not know. He was just aware that someone had slipped between the sheets with him. Someone warm and roundly plump. Mike forced his eyes open, trying to see in the inky darkness. The person moved down the bed. He could see no face. He put out a hand and touched only feet. Then he felt a mouth take his erect penis. Lips and tongue caressed him, working their magic. His hand followed the line of the legs – ankle – calf – knee – thigh – buttock. Buttock! Fiery hot! The mouth working on him gasped at his none too gentle touch. His erection – already massive – seemed to grow yet larger. He groaned. There was nothing he could do. He was bound by desire. The invisible wet, wet mouth sucked and licked. His whole body felt as stiff as his prick. Tension rising, rising, rising. Suddenly released as he spasmed and gushed hotly into the hidden orifice. The body beneath the bedclothes moved, slipped from the sheets, padded softly away. Mike slept.

Mike was awakened by sunshine streaming in through the tiny window. He felt slightly disturbed, as though he had had an unsettling dream. Dream? Dream! No, not a dream – a nightmare! Except it was no sleeping fantasy, but the living truth! He had severely beaten his hosts’ ten-year-old daughter and then allowed her to gratify him orally. God! What if she revealed what had happened? Images of embarrassment – parental fury – criminal prosecution – swam before his eyes. He heard movement from downstairs. He hated to face the family, but he could not stand the tension. He dressed quickly – washing was done in the tiny kitchen – and apprehensively went to his fate.

He was welcomed warmly with no mention of the night’s activities. Karyl appeared to be the same egotistical brat of the day before. He refused the normally tempting offer of a full English breakfast and settled for black coffee and a slice of toast. All he wanted to do was to complete his business with Edward Marlin and get away from this damned cottage before the garrulous Karyl spilled the beans. So after this meagre meal he settled down to the negotiations. He quickly gave way on all outstanding points and signed the preliminary agreement that would become the basis for the contract. He would not be popular with the company, but he couldn’t care about that now. Almost before the ink was dry, he was in his car and on his way.

When Mike had gone Edward Marlin turned to his wife with a self-satisfied smile. “I got the lot,” he announced triumphantly. “This will mean a fat bonus and should put me front of the queue for that promotion.”

“Oh well done, darling,” said Gail delightedly and kissed him.

Edward smiled a back at her and then turned to Karyl with a frown.

“And as for you my girl,” he said sternly, “you can just have that pony I promised you!”

Remember: Real children are precious and fragile. Please always treat them with kindness and respect.