I'M ONLY EIGHT

BY QUILLER

Note: It may be a poem, but it's still all fantasy

I'm only eight, I once was Jane
But Punish-pain's my brand new name

I'm only eight, I must say please
Strangers call - I'm on my knees

I'm only eight, and taught to curtsy
Thankyou sir for the game of "hurtsy"

I'm only eight, chained to a post
I know which whip will hurt the most

I'm only eight, and can't cry loud
Ball-gagged slave to please the crowd

I'm only eight, light as a feather
Hemp ropes bind my arms together

I'm only eight, locked in a cage
Dangling over the torture stage

I'm only eight, tongue to lick
Any nipple or slit, hole or dick

I'm only eight, mom says: "Honey
Hold quite still while I whip your cunny"

I'm only eight, my dad demands
My hogtied ankles are tied to hands

I'm only eight, and hate my sister
She likes to cane me 'til I blister

I'm only eight, blonde and cute
Brother puts a dildo up my chute

I'm only eight, stretched out on bed
Soiled panties tied around my head

I'm only eight, bound in the tub
Uncle comes for his weekly rub

I'm only eight, my old aunt's cruel
She wires me to the milking stool

I'm only eight, Granny says "Miss
I'll tie you tight and have my kiss"

I'm only eight, Gramps likes to smack
Long fingers creep inside my crack

I'm only eight, under teacher's thumb
The lesson is to taste his cum

I'm only eight, school friends chuckle
While I'm beaten with belt and buckle

I'm only eight, tied up for others
Legs spread wide for my friend's mothers

I'm only eight, and try to be good
Still I'm gagged beneath my hood

I'm only eight, but I've been told
When I grow older I will be sold

I'm only eight, but I'm learning fast
My bondage world is here to last