BEYOND TIED FOR PUNISHMENT

BY YOCOPYCAT

[ part 4 ]

Tuesdays 2

When I picked Jessica up from school that afternoon she came skipping towards me just like any other nine year old little girl. But she was wearing a punishment collar from home, which meant a hiding that weekend, and I knew that she would have no panties, as her parents did not approve of them.

This was my third week of having her on Tuesdays, and I had not bought her any clothes yet. I enjoyed her about the house in nothing but the very short flimsy dress she wore when I collected her from her home. But today, the first school day of what I suppose one could call my Tuesday renting, we had nothing but the school uniform she was wearing. Perhaps I should explain that I paid her Mother for the use of her on Tuesdays, when I had permission to do as I wished with her on a no questions asked basis. I was encouraged to punish her, in fact. Her parents really hated this unfortunate child, and liked to think that I was abusing her. She arrived, an unwanted burden, after her Mother was raped in Japan, and she had never forgiven the child for that.

As soon as she was in the car, I handed her the wrist and ankle cuffs. They, together with her collar and her exotic face, would be sure to attract a lot of attention when we went shopping, and I would enjoy that and knowing she had no panties, pervert that I am.

She put them on without protest, but I could see she was puzzled, as I usually waited till we were home before using them. "Why, Uncle Matthew," she said a little apprehensively, "are we going somewhere where you can fasten me down to beat me?"

"Oh no," I said. "Your beating will be at bedtime as usual. These are just to make you look distinguished when we go shopping."

"Oh, are we going shopping? We need a special bowl for feeding Kitty."

"Yes, well, she can manage ok, this is about you," I said. "Will you wear your school uniform all evening?"

"Oh no!" she exclaimed, deeply shocked. "That is not allowed. It might get dirty."

"So what will you wear?"

"Well nothing, I suppose."

"Wrong!" I said. "I am going to buy you a pretty dress, as you are my absolute favorite little brat!"

"Oh wow, Uncle Matthew! Really and truly?" She hesitated. "Perhaps…"

"Perhaps what?"

"No it doesn't matter, you would be cross."

"Yes," I said, "if you ask for panties I will be. Your Mother says you are not old enough yet."

"I know. I'll ask again when I am ten."

"Sixteen more like," I said sternly. A really erotic future unfolded before my eyes, as I saw the tears well up in those shiny brown eyes. I sometimes think that as she grows older she is coming to brood more on being humiliated than on the frequency of her beatings.

I entered one of those really posh all plate glass emporiums, Jessica trailing obediently behind as if she was on a leash. We had not gone far before I saw one of the sales ladies eyeing Jessica eagerly, and sure enough here she came hurrying over.

"Can I help you, Sir? Do you want something for your daughter?"

I saw no reason to correct her about parenthood. "A dress," I said. "Nothing but your best."

She glanced round. "A slavegirl look might suit her? Maybe I can find something with chains on?" she asked quietly. "Yes, I would enjoy that," I agreed. "Right, then. I must see what size she is." She led us to a booth and drew the curtain behind us, then started to undress Jessica. "Why," she exclaimed, "she has no panties!" Her hands were roving over the child. A lesbian pedophile, I wondered? I have no idea if there are such creatures.

"No," I said, "her Mother and I do not hold with them."

"Well I quite agree with you," she said. She stood Jessica up on a stool, raised her hands above her head, and got out a tape measure before standing back to admire her. "Panties do interfere with spankings, don't they? This looks like a very naughty little girl. She has a good figure though and her posture is really excellent. I think we can make something of her. I think you need a jacket to go with the dress. Let us deal with that first."

She hurried off. Jessica was nearly in tears, but at a look from me she held her position until the salesgirl returned. "I think I have just what we want. Hands down, dear." She slipped the jacket over Jessica's shoulders and did up to buttons. It was a boy's jacket with a mock bow tie. It fitted her tightly and she really did look splendid in that. It set off the nakedness below it superbly, as her collar did also.

"Wearing anything else with that would be a shame," said the salesgirl musingly.

"I think I agree," I said. "She does not really deserve a dress. She hasn't earned one yet."

"Oh indeed?" said the salesgirl with a knowing look. "Just the jacket then."

She put Jessica's school clothes into a bag and draped a cloak over her shoulders. "I'll throw this in. It's a bit short, but I don't suppose it is far to your car?" As she accepted payment she presented me with a card and said: "I have a sewing machine and everything at home. If there is anything special you ever want, just bring her to me. I make restraints, you know, for special customers. And special occasions. My specialty is a jacket for children such as this one to be fucked in." She winked. "Since she has not earned her dress yet."

"Are you in this evening?"

"Any time after six - as a matter of fact I am due to clock off in a few minutes. Perhaps you would care to take your daughter to the ice-cream parlor, and I will join you there soon?"

Jessica in the cloak was just about as exposed as she had been in the short coat, and she kept looking at the bag with her school clothes in, as if to ask me to let me change back. It was better standing up, we found. Anyway, it was only a short wait, and nothing was said when we rose to leave with the salesgirl.

"I am Matthew," I said, as I handed her into the front seat beside me. "I am Betty," she replied. "Oh there is no need to get into the back, Jessica. Come and sit on my lap."

When we arrived, she took us into the front room, and that is where the first shock awaited us. Two beautiful blue-eyed red-headed little girls about Jessica's size who had been watching the television sprang to their feet. One was naked and the other appeared to have no arms! And she was wearing the same jacket as I had just bought for Jessica. And, like Jessica, she was naked from the waist down.

"My daughter Robin," said Betty proudly, pulling forward the armless one. "As you see, she is modeling one of my restraints. And this is Wren, her twin."

I saw now that the first child was indeed wearing a restraint, and it was because of that that she seemed to have no arms - they were folded up tightly behind her back within some sort of bag that strapped round her waist to hold them steady. Ever so neat. The other just stood to attention, her eyes on her Mother.

"My husband and I are experimenting with this design," said Betty. "I want to see how long the subject can be left without removing the restraint. You will notice that the arms are held so close to the body that the subject will appear normal with a coat." She took the cloak from Jessica and draped it round Robin. "Or even a cloak! And see how it improves the posture, it ensures chest out and arms back." She removed the cloak and tossed it carelessly aside.

"How long has she been like that?" I asked.

"Nearly four days. We had to keep her off school unfortunately."

"And how to you know when she has had enough?"

"Well, you see, this is part of another device, the one you are interested in, what we call the fucking cradle. The harness she is wearing fits into the cradle, when desired. You will have to buy both. Robin hates being fucked and when she asks her Dad to fuck her we know she has had all she can stand. She must be fucked to be released, otherwise we would never know."

"So we can't have it until you have finished the experiment?"

"Fortunately that will not be long," said Betty. "She actually asked her Dad this morning, but luckily he was too busy to see to her then. He will be back soon and he will demonstrate the device for you. Would you care for a sherry?"

The naked girl immediately went and fetched a small tray with a decanter of sherry and small glasses, and poured for us. We had arranged the three girls beside each other and were comparing their good and bad points, when Betty's husband walked in. He looked at the little group and chuckled. "I sense business," he said. "Let's leave the brats here and go out for a drink."

"Oh but Daddy -" came a wail from Robin, as she ran to him

"You've been like that for a record time," he said, pushing her away. "A little longer won't do you any harm."

"Well I think we should take the girls," said Betty. "This is Jessica - she has a cloak. I will put Robin's coat on for her, and Wren can have hers."

"Oh very well," said the man, turning to me and shaking my hand. "I am Gregory, by the way."

"Mathew," I said. "Glad to meet you. Cute little kids you have there."

"Adopted," he said. "There is no red hair in either of our families. We are experimenting with them. We always punish Robin and never punish Wren." He turned to the naked girl. "We make Wren watch everything that happens to Robin, of course. She knows that I shall switch between them the moment she is not good. It has made her amazingly obedient, whilst Robin is the opposite. There has to be a lesson in that! Shall I demonstrate?"

"By all means," I said.

"I find them equally interesting," he said, stroking the trembling Wren. "This one is kept naked so that she is ready for when I decide she should be beaten and fucked instead of her sister, isn't that so, dear?"

"Yes daddy."

"It is bound to happen one day. Maybe quite soon. She cannot be obedient enough to please me all the time. As soon as she is not obedient enough, she and Robin swop roles. Right, dear?"

"Yes daddy." She was shaking, barely controlling her tears. "Dog!" he shouted, and she immediately went down on all fours and started to run about, wagging her bottom. "Cat!" he said. She lay at his feet on her back, legs in the air, mewing, then rubbed against his legs, purring. "Punishment," he said. She went to a kind of umbrella stand in the corner and fetched a birch, handed it to him, and laid down on the floor on her back, clasping her ankles in her hands. The perfect position. He poised the birch over her cleft, and I saw terror mount in her, before he laughed and lowered the birch. "Now," he said, "give this nice man a nice kiss."

She crept to me, opening my flies and started to suck me off in the most delightful way.

"Enough!" said her father, to my disappointment. He was proud of his demonstration, though. "It's much easier to discipline adopted children than one's own, I think?"

"Well, actually," I said, "I have only borrowed Jessica."

"Indeed. You must borrow our two some time. You might specially enjoy Wren, but you are not allowed to punish her, only tell her you are writing a report. That scares her to Hell. Sounds like we shall have an interesting chat. A bar, I think? There is one near here where they allow the twins in. We can get a sandwich too, if you need one."

"Not for me," I said. "Jessica is cooking for me later tonight."

"He wants the cradle for Jessica," cut in Betty, as we walked into the bar. "I said you and Robin would demonstrate it for him."

"My pleasure," he said, turning to me. "She is a virgin? Yes, I thought so. I remember the first time with Robin…"

After that the discussion became somewhat technical. I got a lot of good advice from him before we returned to start the demonstration. Robin was really wriggling about in her jacket by then, and there was a look of deep despair in those blue eyes, so nicely set off by the luxuriant crop of unruly red hair. I anticipated a friendly if firm seduction with Jessica, as she was genuinely keen to make me happy, and I loved her sincerely, but this - this was clearly going to be something very different, just a brutal rape for the pleasure of the person who should be protecting the poor child.

Gregory took out the cradle from a cupboard and set it in the middle of the floor. "Normally I would wait till later in the evening," he said, "but never mind. You place it firmly on the floor, like this - or it could be on a bed. I have straps to secure it to a bed if you wish - then the subject just lies in it - just take her by the hair, like this, put your foot behind her legs, like this, and trip her backwards, and she will probably fall right into it, like this."

Robin now lay in the cradle, the hooded arms behind her back fitting exactly a hollow obviously made for them. All Gregory had to do was to pull the two end of a strap together over her waist and snap them together. Very neat.

"Stage one is complete," he said. "The subject is helpless and reasonably well exposed. You could, if you prefer the subject to struggle, proceed to take her like this. Sometimes it is nice to do that for a change. The slope at which the subject is held is adjustable thus. Some people prefer the head high, some low."

He stood back admiring his handiwork. Robin was indeed in a prime position for fucking, I thought. She lay there gazing up at us with very real horror in her eyes. "Fetch Matthew and I a drink, dear," he said to his wife. "Now, Matthew, Robin is a great screamer. I always gag the little bitch at this point for fear of upsetting the neighbors. Perhaps you would care to do it? We sell these special ball gags that do not obscure or distort the subject's face."

I leaned over the girl and tried to push it into her mouth. Impossible. "Slap her until she opens her mouth," said Gregory. "She knows what comes after the gagging and she always tries to delay it, stupid girl."

At last I had it in, and fastened it at the back of her head. I was really excited by now. Actually touching the child seemed to make her rape all the more real.

"Now," said Gregory, "this is where my cradle really scores. You take a leg, like this, and bend it up to the outside of the cradle by her face, like this - and there, it is self fixing! No experience necessary. You do the other leg, Matthew."

So I grabbed the thrashing leg and bent it up to above her head. She fought me every inch of the way. Most exhilarating. When I pressed the ankle against the outside of the cradle at head height there was a click and she was secured.

What a sight she made, legs raised wide apart, as a bulge in the cradle construction ensured. I saw that the knees had bent a little to allow the bottom to come up as well as the legs.

"You move the ankles along this rod to adjust the width between them. You can of course use this position for beating instead, if you prefer. Or you can beat her before you fuck her. That is what I recommend. You can get at both the cunt and the arsehole, as you see, so it serves for boys also, or buggering. I usually do beat her. I use a birch. I find it puts me in the mood rather nicely."

Betty handed him a bundle of twigs tied together, and he raised it over her open legs. The child was squirming like mad. The contraption was cleverly designed to allow just enough motion for maximum enjoyment. He flogged her for a good five minutes before pausing.

"Well?" he asked. "Would you like to fuck her first?"

It was tempting, but I wanted to save myself for Jessica. "Some other time," I said reluctantly. "If it can be arranged."

"Why sure," he said. "Betty takes the bookings."

So now he straddled the chair, took down his trousers and inserted his eager cock, and proceeded with a very energetic demonstration. I saw how easy it was in that position. He made heavy work of it though, going at her like a battering ram. He pumped remorselessly and out of the defenseless child, pounding her mercilessly. It was quite a while before his orgasm came, but when it did it was certainly spectacular.

"Right," he said, when his breathing subsided a little. "I'll leave you two to deal with the financial bit. I usually leave Robin in the cradle till later in the evening so I can give her a good-night thrashing before releasing her, but I guess I shall have to forgo that this time if the equipment is sold. Maybe Betty will add that to the bill."

Betty fitted the arm restraint for Jessica before we left, and so we drove home with her armless and the cradle in the boot.

"That man was very rough with his little girl?" she said tentatively, in a very small voice.

"Uh-huh."

"Did you buy some birches?"

"Uh-huh."

"Do you still love me?"

"I love you to bits, you silly little brat!" I said, putting my arm round her and steering with one hand. We were on the estate road by then.

"That's all right then," she said, cuddling up to me. "I suppose!"

I couldn't wait to get her inside! The best of the day was to come. Maybe I shall write about it another time.