CHARLOTTE DOES THE SPLITS

BY SIMPSON

After weeks of observing the comings and goings in a certain street not too far from my home, I feel sure that Charlotte would soon be delighting me in the dungeon. Of course I did not know at the time that Charlotte was her name - that information was extracted later.

At the right moment Charlotte is enticed into my car with the news that she has to go and meet 'Big Willy', and we leave the area without arousing suspicion. Driving through the countryside away from the town she sits prettily on the back seat, hands on knees, wearing white T-shirt, jeans & trainers, looking out of the window at the passing scenery.

I start to interrogate her, my penis becoming stiff in the increasing “naughtiness” of the questions:

“What is your name?”

Charlotte.

“And how old are you, Charlotte?”

Seven.

“What colour are your knickers?”

(a startled look, but no answer)

“Look Charlotte, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. You will notice that the car doors will not open, so you are trapped here as my prisoner. In a few minutes I can stop the car in a quiet spot, I can pull down your jeans and I will find out for myself what colour your knickers are. So you had better answer my questions. OK?”

“So, What colour are your knickers?”

(after a pause) Pink.

“Do you know what a penis is?”

Yes.

“What other names are there for it?”

Willy.

“Have you ever seen a man with an erection?”

(A puzzled look says 'no' so I explain what this is)

No.

“Have you ever been spanked on your bare bottom?” No

I drive on, and reach my house. After reminding the child that she was my prisoner I give Charlotte some food and drink, then tell her to get undressed. What a lovely figure she has, her chest quite flat, with long blonde hair falling down at the back to a fabulous rounded bottom. I tell her to go upstairs. I follow closely behind, watching her lovely bum wiggle as she moves up each step, my cock again rising in anticipation.

As I hastily take off all my clothes in the bedroom, Charlotte kneels in front of, and facing away from, a full length mirror. Rolling back my foreskin, I force her head into my crotch, and push a stiff willy into an unwilling mouth. “Lick it you bitch” I tell her. Slowly her tongue glides over and around the glans, sending shivers of pleasure right through me while I adore her bum in the mirror.

After a couple of minutes I take my cock out, and sit on the edge of the bed. “Your turn now” I tell her.

Lying on her back on the bed, I force her legs wide apart & drive my tongue into her soft virginal pussy. She murmurs with pleasure.

Twenty jaw-aching minutes later Charlotte is strapped into the “You WILL do the splits” machine in the dungeon. This device consists of a pair of boards that can be flapped very slowly up and down like wings. This is done by a powerful motor. The “wings” themselves have a gap between their leading edges of about 10 inches, and to each wing is strapped one of Charlotte’s legs. Making the wings droop brings her legs closer together, raising them and making them parallel to the floor will force her to do the splits. Having a gap between the wings allows easy access to the victim’s vulnerable and exposed pussy.

The wings and the motor that drives them can be moved up and down a column by a worm gear via a remote-control device. The speed of rise and fall can be varied, naturally. Charlotte’s hands are tied behind her back and to a ring that slides up and down this same column.

Just above the level of the wings are two spring-loaded metal plates, one above each wing. These are also motor driven so as to give an automated spanking to each buttock in turn, or at the same time. The tension in the springs can be altered via the remote control device to increase or decrease the harshness of the spanking.

Below the wings there can be one of two things:

- A triangular beam of wood, so the victim’s pussy gets squashed against its upper edge, like a wooden horse torture device. This can be electrified for a further refinement.

- A table on which a dildo or an erect male is fixed, so the victim gets fucked as the motor assembly rises and falls on the column.

I thought one day I would have a blindfolded man of about 55 tied to the table, and his gagged 11 year old grand-daughter doing the splits. He would be led to believe that his luck was in - that he was fucking a woman with her pubic hair shaved off until he was just about to cum, at which point his blindfold and her gag would be removed. The look on his face as he spurts into his little girl’s pussy would be priceless.

Today the erect male is me. Slowly the parallel wings go up and down the column. Charlotte is not gagged, and sobs as first her hymen rips, and then as she gets fucked deeper and deeper into her lubricated girlcleft. Being only seven years old, Charlotte’s cunt is tight so the fucking proceeds extremely slowly. At the same time the two spring loaded metal plates by the wings administer painful slaps to her bottom every couple of seconds. At my suggestion Charlotte leans forward a little to make penetration easier on her.

So I have a sobbing 7 year old with a fabulous bum that is getting a spanking, and who is doing the splits. And I just lie back and enjoy it!

Soon I feel that familiar welling-up feeling in my dick. I drive the wing assembly right down until my cock is tight up against Charlotte’s cervix as I cum.

I untie her, kiss her once on the lips & lick her pussy again, my semen oozing out of her tight hole.

This is followed by kissing and licking her bottom. I decide to tie her up naked to a chair until my willy recovers so that I can have more fun with her later. I lie on the bed, fall asleep and have a strange dream in which I am a schoolteacher running a cookery lesson, showing the little boys how to fill little tarts with cream.