INSOLENT LITTLE MINX

BY SHARPERGIRL
me55ed_up_mi55@yahoo.co.uk

Julie Mason was out of control. She stood in front of Nora, her mother in her pink vest and panties and kicked the new party dress away form her feet across the floor. "I hate it, I won't go to the party looking like a baby doll and I want my own bra and panty set like Mary has… I am not wearing that shitty dress!"

Her face was red, eyes bright with tears coming, voice trembling with rage and adrenaline. Her mother took one step forward and grabbed her daughter's ear and nearly wrenched it off, the girl squealed and started sobbing. "Don't you think you'll get away with talking to me like that you little witch, Mary is four years older than you and things are happening to her body so she needs to wear a bra! You don't deserve nice clothes because you are spoiled and insolent little minx, what's more you'll wear the dresses I decide are suitable attire for a ten year old girl." Julie looked up and sobbed, "but it's not fair I got my period last month and you still want me to dress in a little girls party dress, all the others will make fun of me… you can't make me wear it!" She was shrieking now, defiance back in her ice blue eyes. Her mother released Julie's ear and slapped her face hard, which sent the willowy girl sprawling on the floor bawling with rage and pain…. She sat up on the carpet and screamed at her mother "you fucking bitch, that fucking hurt!" Mrs. Mason had never heard such foul expression from a child; she strode over to the now cowering girl and took a handful of her shoulder length straw-blonde hair. Julie screeched loudly as she was wrenched to her feet. Her mother shook her by the hair and then stooped down to look her daughter in the eye. "Right miss, that's it, you are ready for a whipping, and believe me you are going to get the full measure, lady, you are gonna get a full set of stripes just like your big sister gets when she's out of line!" Julie's sobbing stopped momentarily as she took in what her mother had said. "Noooo! Noooo! Mommy I'm too young! That's for big girls that get caught with boys and stuff pleeease I'll wear the dress I'll be good I promise!" Her mother looked at the once defiant and now pleading girl, no longer laying the law down but bleating like a little lost lamb and promising to be well behaved. "No, not this time, you're going to get it, I'm going to give it to you now and your cousin and sister can watch, now go to the bathroom and wait for me there. I will arrange things so you can have it done in the living room".

A few minutes later Mrs Mason walked into the bathroom to find Julie sobbing and trembling crouched by the sink, her thin cotton vest was soaked with tears. "First thing is, you don't say another word, you do as I tell you understand?" Julie nodded vigorously, she had seen her sixteen-year-old sister go through the ritual many times and to have answered "yes" to that question would have earned her another slap on the face. "Now, stand up, take everything off except your socks and sit on the edge of the bathtub with your legs spread as far apart as they go." Julie began to hyperventilate and started to do as she was told, her mother ran a sink of warm water and washed her hands with soap. She turned to her daughter drying her hands and looked at the ten year-olds naked body. Slim willowy, tall for her age and a very attractive face when not streaming with hot tears. Unfortunately the cute and pretty exterior was harbouring a very nasty temperament which was going to be thrashed out of her before it got a hold and led to problems later. She crouched down and looked closely at Julie's open vagina. The first few wisps of golden pubic hair were starting to grow in a line down the centre of her mons and were just long enough to obscure the delicate pink frills of her labia that peeped out from the open slit. "You know what we have to do for your big sister before she gets hers don't you?" her mother asked rhetorically. The girl nodded, "Well we won't need a razor for your little fluff" and with that she went to a wall cabinet and took out a rectangular strip of leg wax, and peeled off the plastic backing. She pressed the wax-coated patch over Julie's pubic mound and pressed it firmly in place and into the top of the cleft of her vaginal opening. "Sit still for five minutes and I'll be back."

Her mother left the bathroom and went down to the living room where she met Julie's sister Anne, and cousin Mary, "OK girls you can be with us now if you'd like to watch, Julie is in the bathroom and about to be cleaned." The two attractive teenage girls looked at each other like it was Christmas, Mary and Anne had both been punished in front of little Julie before and it was going to be great to see the little minx get hers. They crept quietly up the stairs and went and peered into the bathroom grinning at the little naked girl who sobbed when she saw them. Within a few minutes Mrs. Mason pushed passed the girls and stood in front of Julie. " OK missy, you crossed the line, and you are going to be punished with the whip. I'm going to hurt you so bad you won't want to be insolent to me any more. I don't believe in whipping anyone a little bit, if you get whipped you get whipped good and hard and all over just like you have seen your sister getting it. " With that she bent down and pulled the wax strip off with a sharp upward tug, Julie squealed, closed her legs and bent double in pain. "Back in position girl, wash yourself well down there, here's the olive oil, rub it well in, you know where it goes. Then wash your hands and come down to the living room." With that Mrs Mason and the two spectators went back downstairs.

In the living room the sofa had been turned away from the T.V. to face the open doorframe into the kitchen. Next to the doorframe was a small side table on which lay a coil of black PVC electrical wire. About two feet long it had been fitted with a black handgrip. The other end had been melted slightly so the PVC coating smoothly and completely covered the two copper wires inside. This was a whip designed by Mr. Mason, Julie and Anne's father, before he'd passed-on, and was meant to be the perfect instrument for the chastisement of girls. In fact many neighbours and friends had copied the "Girlwhip" for use in their own home. The secret was to have a whip that would sting like blazes and raise hard purple tramlines on the skin, but not so heavy as to tear skin or inflict deep muscular bruising. This was a feared instrument, even Anne who had been given a whipping just about every-three months on average since age twelve was still terrified of it. The doorframe itself was slightly modified in that it had three heavy eyebolts on each side. One pair was set at floor level, another pair half way up and the other about two feet above that. The eyebolts stuck out of the living room side about 6 inches. The cross lintel also had a substantial steel hook protruding out of the kitchen side. On the floor between the doorframe was a pile of heavy leather restraint cuffs. Each adjusted by a buckle. One set for the wrists with a short chain between. One thick cuff to clamp directly above each knee, and one slightly thinner to go around each ankle. Each leg cuff had a mountaineer's clip that snapped over the eyebolts, and the wrist cuffs looped over the hook on the cross lintel. This set-up was also a legacy of the departed Mr. Mason, who, after designing the perfect whip, had to design a way to keep Anne, his wayward elder daughter, in position to receive it. Anne and Mary took up positions on the sofa and waited for Julie to appear.

Julie sidled in, still tearful, visibly trembling, still breathing heavily. She stood before the frame naked but for her short pink and white lace trimmed socks. Her skin was pale except for a slightly red patch at her crotch. Her thighs from the knees up glistened with oil, as did her firm and pert backside. Oil also coated her tummy below her navel, and had been rubbed well in to her denuded genitals. Oil also reflected the light that fell on her tiny white breast-buds with their bright pink nipples. "Put your cuffs on Julie" Her mothers voice was soft and calm, "do you need help? I think Anne will need to help you to tighten them properly." Julie sobbed and struggled with the unfamiliar leather straps. Anne helped her to get the clips positioned correctly and pulled the buckles very tight. Finally she snapped home the clasp on the heavy wrist cuffs and then returned to her seat leaving her sister with her bound wrists covering her pubis standing in front of the frame. While this was going on Mrs Mason and Mary had lifted a thick plank of timber which was heavily padded on one side and hung it from the middle pair of eyebolts horizontally across the doorframe. They adjusted the height so that the thick bolster of padding would fit into the small of Julie's back as she stood in front of the frame facing the sofa. Next a length of chain was fastened to the hook above. Mrs Mason pushed Julie back onto the bolster and knelt down to fasten her ankles to either side of the frame at floor level. "Reach up high with your wrists" Julie obeyed and her mother looped the heavy chain through her wrist cuffs and back up to the hook. "On your toes" as the girl rose a couple of inched the chain snapped over the hook suspending Julie's arms above her head and stretching her body up from the ankle cuffs over the bolster and up to the hook. The position left the front of Julie's slim body taut, pushed forward into the living room and totally exposed. Julie was gasping a little. The two spectators curled their legs up on the couch as if settling down to a good movie.

Mrs. Mason picked up the whip and ran it through her hands. The PVC was stiff, but it would become very pliable as it warmed up. She swished the whip in the air. "Now missy you don't like wearing beautiful clothes I buy you, you kick a brand new party dress across the floor and you say you won't go to a family re-union without a grown-up bra and panties? Well let me remind you that you are a child! And you are a child until you show me you can act grown-up and that does not include screaming obscenities at your mother. You are not developed enough to wear a bra and you will not get one until you are. The first lesson is to remind you not to get hung-up about wearing a bra, if you do you will remember this!" She slashed the wire whip through the air and the tip hit Julie's chest just below the left armpit and across the left nipple, down to the breastbone. "And this!" Again the whip sizzled this time mirroring the first lash and cutting across the right nipple. Julie screamed her heart out; the two spectators covered their ears. Her mother continued the vicious assault left to right, criss-cross a steady rhythm of sharp cracks under a cacophony of screams for mercy. Julie's fleshy pink nipples soon turned black, as her tiny buds were gradually being completely covered in hard purple tramlines. After some minutes having her bare chest whipped, Julie's voice was becoming hoarse. Her head was thrashing wildly as it was the only part of her free to move. Her hair stuck to her tearstained cheeks. The whip fell silent, Anne and Mary gasped as they looked at the squealing girl and realised her mother had so cruelly given Julie her first bra, tattooed onto her skin; a purple latticework of stinging welts across her sweat soaked breast buds.

Nora Mason ran the whip through her hands noting how pliable it had become and surveyed her daughter's distress. She was unmoved by the scene. The marks would be gone in 3 weeks and Julie would be as good as gold for a long time after before she needed another session. "Anne, before I give her some panties, would you bring the rubber sheet over here and lay it out on the floor, I don't want any puddles on my carpet." Anne was in a state of high excitement; she bounded over to the chest of drawers and pulled out a rubber bed sheet she quickly laid it down in front of her sister and beneath her trembling body. The sheet had come in very handy during her own whippings and was a sure fire signal that she was going to see her little sister getting her pussy whipped. Julie was squealing to her mother for mercy at the prospect of having a matching pair of panties etched into her skin with the whip.

Anne got back into her place just as the whip slashed across Julie's hip line to sketch-in the waistband of the "panties" Julie's squeal reached new heights and the eyebolts hooks and chain rattled loudly. Several more lashes came quickly following the line of the first extending the welts down towards Julie's out thrust mons. Anne and Mary had a good view of Julie's most private place. The position and restraints meant that her vagina was gaping thrust forward and up. Her clitoris and labia glistened with oil and perspiration and, despite Julie's wild convulsions, were not going to avoid the whip's inexorable progress. When the whip marks reached the point of her mons, Nora stopped for a while, flexed her arm, and then stood to one side. With careful aim the next stinging lash cut across from Julie's hip along the line of the groin with the end disappearing under her crotch. This vicious cut caused the end of the wire to whip under Julie's crotch and send it's burning lash right inside her delicate pink slit. The girl screamed so hard her voice gave out. This was then repeated form the other side. Several more cuts low across her open pink slit and the panties were complete.

The yellow stream burned as it spurted out of Julie's sore urethra and spattered onto the rubber mat. The girl was broken, sobbing in animal voices, distraught. Anne and Mary were breathing heavily now. As their mother rested her whip arm they looked at each other knowingly. This was the first time they had witnessed a thrashing together although they had both watched each other being whipped. What they both wondered was whether the other one had made the same sticky mess in her panties, and was she dying to go somewhere private to get some relief?

Nora Mason strode up and down massaging her arm; Julie sobbed and gasped her taut body relaxing slightly during the respite from the whip's assault on her young flesh. She knew that this was not the end though, she'd witnessed her sister having the whip applied to the front of her body many times. She was going to have to remain in this position to have her front thighs decorated with whip marks. The most dreadful re-positioning was to come, which would spread her legs and buttocks wide open. The whip would work over her bottom and the backs of her thighs, then down the inside for a full measure of the whip on her bare and unprotected sex.

Nora turned and spoke to all three girls. "Uncle Norm will be here in about ten minutes, and we all have to get ready so he can drive us to the party. You two should go now and get washed and changed into your party clothes Julie has to get her legs whipped. I'm, going to let Norm, do her backside while I go and get ready, go-on off you go, you'll still be able to hear what's going on up there." Anne and Mary got up smartly and went out of the room and upstairs. As they reached Mary's bedroom they heard the sharp crack of the whip on Julie's thigh, followed by the shrill squeaking from the poor girls breaking voice. Both girls got out their best dresses. Both black and quite short, Mary's had a flared skirt and belt at the waist, Anne's was more sophisticated, just a plain slip dress with strappy shoulders and back. Mary got her much-envied pink satin and lace bra and panties and laid them on the bed. Anne went to her draw and took out a black wonderbra; a tiny black satin thong and a pair of lace topped black hold-up stockings. Neither girls had the courage to comment on their state of arousal, and as they undressed they concealed the fact that their panties were awash. Anne went to the bathroom first leaving Mary in the bedroom. Anne walked along the hall quickly carrying her party wear with her. As she rolled her wet cotton panties down, in front of the bathroom mirror she saw the evidence of her own arousal as a long string of clear secretion dangled between her vagina and the gusset of her panties. Her pubic hair was trimmed short; her inflamed pussy lips were visible. She stroked her clit with her finger and thought about masturbating herself to orgasm. No time she decided, and quickly washed her face and hands and took a cold wet flannel to clean and cool herself down below before putting on the thong, bra and stockings. She placed her used panties and bra in the wash basket and went back to the bedroom.

Mary had to dry herself with tissues because she was so wet it was running down her thighs. When she heard Anne coming back she quickly picked up her clothes and went straight to the bathroom. She locked the door behind her and placed her dress, bra and panties over the towel rail. Down came her plain white cotton panties to reveal her bare hairless pussy and her all too visible and rigid clit peeping out. Norm, Mary's father wanted his girls bare down there while they were under age. In any case Mary would be shaved before whippings which were quite frequent and did not like the feel of the stubble as her pubic hair grew back. Mary washed her private parts; her clitoris was like a hard pink bud and the nerve endings jangled as the washcloth brushed over it. After running warm water and washing her face she put on her "grown-up" underwear and the plain bra and panties were discarded into the wash basket. In the mirror the fourteen-year-old blonde looked back at her appearing older than her tender years. Her small firm breasts filled out her junior bra well and her brief lace panties made her feel very pretty. She could still hear Julie being whipped and tried to think of something else so as not to wet herself again.

Norm arrived as Anne and Mary came downstairs and just as the last few stinging cuts fizzed around the tops of Julie's thighs. Her slender legs trembling violently and now sporting horizontal purple welts at about one inch apart all the way up from the knee cuff to her hips. Her yelping and pleading was still as heartrending as it had been from the start of her ordeal. Nora explained the situation to Norm and Mary and Anne got back on the sofa. Mary really wished she'd put some toilet tissue inside her panties as she could feel her juices starting to flow again. Norm was a big man, tall and stocky, dressed in a dinner suit he looked very impressive. He was not known for his social graces though, he was a farmer who had served five years in the army and had no time for any nonsense, especially from kids. His accent was thick and his choice of words rather coarse. His own daughter Mary felt that he was far more enthusiastic about the family tradition of strict punishments than any of her cousin's parents. He started to take off his jacket. "OK Nora, no problem you go get ready I'll see to this little madam." With that Nora went upstairs and Norman set about unfastening Julie's ankles. "It's about time you got your whippin'" he said, "I always had you down as a nasty piece of work and oh boy am I delighted to be helping your poor mom out in this way." He lifted Julie up by her knees and fastened each knee cuff to the mid height eyebolt, then straightened her calves and snapped the ankle cuffs on to the top eye bolt, this position had Julie hanging by her wrists and knees with her legs held wide apart. He buttocks were spread open showing her pink anus and vagina which gaped open. From this angle there was little evidence that Julie had been severely whipped. He inner thighs were visible and the ends of welts showed here from her previous leg whipping. Also there were a few purple blotches on her pubic mound where the whip end had curled under when she had been whipped on her front to complete her "panties". Julie was so vulnerable, she sobbed and the other two girls cringed in anticipation.

"I'm gonna give it to you hard on your backside right down to your knees, that will make you sing like a little bird. Then I'm gonna give you the whip where you little girls hate it most. You'll be getting it right on your tiny ass hole, and when that's all purple, you are going to have the same done to your slit, and lady that is gonna be so sore you'll pray you were never so insolent to your Mom. Your pee hole and your clitty bud are gonna be smarting for a week you see if they don't!" And with that the girlwhip flew in a long arc over Norm's shoulder and down across Julie's backside, the terrible screaming started again. Julie was flogged with great precision and no mercy, every inch of her thighs and buttocks covered in rigid tramline wheals. Julie squealed highest when the whip cut across her vulva. A terrible series of hard cracking lashes were directed vertically on to Julie's anus, followed by the final six hard cuts that punished the howling girl on her open vagina. And then it was over. Julie's body shuddered as her pain throbbed over every part of the whipped areas. Norm put the whip down as Nora cane into the room in her evening dress.

Norm, started to unfasten the leg cuffs, he lifted the Julie up and unhooked her wrists from the hook above the doorframe and held her in his arms. "You gonna be able to stand girl?" Julie nodded and sobbed He put her down and she wobbled a bit and stood with her legs parted, there was obvious discomfort between them. This was apparent as her vaginal lips had swollen hideously and the blue black folds were protruding noticeably. Nora looked at her youngest daughter, "Well missy, what are we gonna do with you, you need a shower to get all the oil and sweat off you. Anne, help her get the cuffs off and take her upstairs." Anne, crouched by the girl's trembling legs and unfastened the cuffs, she held Julie's arm and led her hobbling out of the room and up the stairs. Every step Julie took made her gasp the movement between her legs pressed on her sensitive whipped parts. Nora turned to Norm, "I guess we'll be a bit late now?"

"Oh don't worry, they are all family and when they see the reason why there will be no problem"

"Yes, you are right the family all understand how important it is to keep the young in line"

"There's one thing I'd like to do for Julie to help all of this along a little" Said Norm,

"What is it?"

"Well, you say she did not deserve to wear her new dress after such terrible behaviour, so I want to cuff her to my arm and take her round the party naked, so everyone in the family can see her marks,"

"Sure Norm, good idea, she'll be so embarrassed when Martha's boys get to see her whipped and naked and all."

Julie stood huddled in the bathtub as Anne showered and gently sponged her down.

"Sure got a good set of stripes there Sis'. Now you know what it's like, you have to thank god they use that girlwhip and not the riding whip they used to have. This all hurts like hell now but it will fade a lot quicker 'cos the whip is lighter, you won't wanna be wearin' any panties for a few days though, he really took it out on your pussy!"

Julie continued to sniffle and sob as she very gently towelled down. Anne led her sister into her small bedroom. Uncle Norm was sitting on Julie's bed, still in his shirtsleeves and holding the whip. Julie froze, "You can go downstairs." Norm said to Anne. Anne left as Julie started to cry again. "Please don't whip me again Uncle Norm… pleeease." She wailed. "Shut up you little minx, you don't have any say in whether I whip you again or not, I will decide if that's necessary." Norm got to his feet, "Now lie on your back with your knees up and your legs apart!" Julie wailed as she thought she was going to have her vagina whipped some more. But, Norm put down the whip and stooped to inspect the quivering girl's bare genitals. "Hmmm, guess that stings like hell, only way to get through to an insolent girl is to get right to the point and give it to her where it hurts most. Get up now and stand up straight!" Julie did but stood with her legs slightly apart and leaning forwards a little. "Feet together and stand to attention!" Norm barked and Julie jumped to attention wincing as her thighs pressed together. "Now, your punishment is not over yet, the decision on whether you get another dose of the whip or not is dependent on your behaviour at this party. I want you to accompany me at all times while we are there. Your manners and graces must be first rate. Any lapse and I start to count the number times you misbehave or are less than polite, you understand?" Julie nodded slowly "Yes sir."

Now, at the end of the party I'm gonna check that list, and for every one thing on it you get four more hard whips. Not like before, I mean really hard. Not where you got it before either, you will have to have your legs held open and I'm gonna have your cousin pull those sore and blistered lips right open and you're gonna get the whip's end right inside, is that clear?" Julie stammered, "Yyyess ssir"

"That means you have to be nice, even when those cousins of yours start to make fun of your marks." Julie looked up.

"Oh didn't I say before? You are going to be wearing what you have on now only your new bra and panties your mom just gave you. Everyone will see how grown you are all the time we're at the party. You get your wish, a bra and panties and you don't have to wear that shitty dress!"