BEYOND TIED FOR PUNISHMENT

BY YOCOPYCAT

[ part 8 ]

Tuesdays 5

When I picked Jessica up from school for my next Tuesday with her, she was really excited.

"Today I am allowed a dress when we get home, right?"

She was not allowed to wear school uniform after school, so had been naked the previous week, her first Tuesday with me during school time. I nodded.

"And panties?" she added anxiously, cuddling up to me in the car.

"Yes," I said. "As long as you are good, of course. You know what to do if I need to spank you."

"Oh yes," she said blithely. "But I expect you will allow me to get dressed again after being spanked, if I am not very bad." No beatings I gave her came anywhere close to what she was used to at home. I loved the little brat, but her parents hated her as the cuckoo in the nest, the unwanted child of rape.

As soon as we got to my home, she changed into one of my absent niece's very fetching summer dresses, a little short for her but all the better for that. Then she made me a pot of tea, and fired up my computer and logged on to bdsmbooks.com for me. She is already better with my computer than I am. Then she turned on the television to a children's channel and settled down just like any normal little girl of nine. It was a very refreshing change, I found, from starting the evening with her naked over my lap for a spanking. This week I had something juicier in store. Robin!

"Jess," I said. She was at my side instantly, pulling off her treasured panties, then over my knee, holding up the hem of the dress to expose her saucy little bottom. "No, no" I said, giving her a playful slap, "this not a spanking, I have a treat for you. Robin is coming to play with you."

"Oh wow. That will be lovely. She's very naughty, isn't she, to make her Daddy beat her like that, so much worse than mine does to me? Do you think she is younger than me?"

"A little, perhaps."

"Yes. I bet I have my tenth birthday first! I bet I'll be the boss. Is she staying the night? Will she come in bed with us? I think she should sleep on the floor, she's so naughty. You will need to spank her really hard."

"Would you like to spank her?" I asked. What she had said so far was not at all what I had expected.

"Oh yes, may I? Everyone spanks me, it is time I had somebody to spank back! Go get her now!"

"Soon," I said. I knew Robin would need preparing for me, so I waited a while before I set out for her home, leaving Jessica glued to the telly. I had still not touched her, despite the week's wait and the unfinished bit of business I always left over so I could have a good excuse to start off the next week with a spanking. My thoughts were all of Robin, luscious little Robin being thrashed and raped so savagely by that horrible father - well, to be fair to him, he was not her natural father, for the twins had been adopted when they were very small.

When I arrived, Greg, the father, was just fitting her arm harness, and I had a chance to see how it worked. There was a bar across the shoulders, behind the neck. It did not make the child bend forward - indeed, I soon saw, the harness braced her up and prevented her from slouching at all, and held her very stiff and upright above the waist. The arms were twisted up behind the back, so that each wrist could be cuffed to the bar near the opposite ear, then tied where they crossed. Then a kind of bolero jacket of thin stretch material was slipped over her shoulders from behind, covering the arms. It was then pulled down tightly and zipped down the front, and the bottom ends of it wrapped round her body to be secured behind her back, where a small padlock had been fitted at my request.

"The lock is a good idea," said Greg, popping the key on the mantelpiece. "Hardly adds to the cost at all. I think we will keep it in the design. Shut your eyes, Matthew - now you girls, Parade!"

When I opened my eyes the twins stood together at attention against the wall, facing it. Both had identical arm harness on, both were naked below the bolero jackets. Two enchanting little pairs of buttocks stood out, as alike as peas in a pod.

"The harness thrusts out the breasts, when there are any, and also the buttocks, as you see. Turn!"

When they were facing me, I still did not know which was Robin.

"Matthew's shoes are dirty," said Greg. "Lick!"

One child ran to me and started licking my shoes. I hauled her to her feet by her long red hair. "Hullo Wren," I said. "G-g-good evening S-s-sir." She was terrified as I sent her back to the wall, where Robin still stood, stubbornly refusing to move.

"Well, there you have it," chuckled their father. "Wren is not looking forward to standing in for Robin with tonight's clients, and Robin deserves a good thrashing for impoliteness, which no doubt you will provide." He hung a cloak round her shoulders. "Take the little cunt away and do with her as you will. Don't worry about marking her, they have their schooling at home, you know." He put her dog collar on, the one with the useful little strap hanging from it, and pushed her towards me.

"What time do you want her back in the morning?"

"No hurry to a good payer like you! Shall we say midday?"

During the drive she sat bolt upright in her seat, saying nothing. When we arrived I took off the cloak and tossed it in the back, ready for morning. Robin sat gazing around in amazement, as if she had never seen the countryside before. Probably she never had. What would she make of the seaside, I wondered?

I hoisted her out of her seat and set her on her feet. "Well, my girl," I said, "here we are - time for me to get some value for what I have paid for you."

And then she kicked me! Bare feet, but quite a shock. And she ran, just as Jessica came out of the front door. For a moment Jess stood there, shocked by what she had seen, and then she was off after Robin. It was no contest, a girl with arms and one without. Jess sat on Robin, and I took the rubber band I had bought from Greg from my pocket and secured her ankles. Now she was even more helpless.

"Wow!" said Jess, scrambling to her feet as I picked Robin up.. "What a naughty girl, kicking you like that. We shall have to punish her."

"We shall indeed," I said. As I dumped Robin in a chair

"Are you going to beat the shit out of her?" Jessica asked seriously. Something she had heard at home, no doubt, but directed at her.

"I certainly am!"

"Good - you won't need to spank me, then. Are you going to fuck her?"

"Later."

I saw Jess wondering if she dare ask if I was going to fuck her too, but she didn't quite manage it. "Three for supper then," she said. "If we are going to feed her."

"No, just cook for us. She has her food with her."

"What if she wants to poo?"

"She can't," I said. "She has a butt plug in." I turned to Robin. "Show Jessica your butt plug." She bent over and spread her legs.

"Wow!" said Jessica. "What's that for?"

"To make that hole wider, so she can be fucked that way."

"Oh!" Jessica became very solemn. "Of course! Uncle Bob likes that." Bob was the man who had her on Mondays, as I did Tuesdays. It was nice, hearing that, for I am a voyeur, remember. I like to imagine things that I have no wish to do.

"Now Robin," I said, "Let's see what it is like to beat you - over my knee."

She gazed at me, then pointed to her butt plug, barely visible though it was.

"Maybe her Dad takes it out before spanking her?" said Jess.

"Well, he didn't say I should," I said. I patted my knee, and Robin made a hopping run for it, the best she could do with no arms and the ankle band. I dragged her out of the corner by her hair and took her my over my knee. Spanking that wriggling little armless body on the butt plug with the strap from her collar was the best I thrill I have ever had. Half way through I removed the ankle band so I could open her legs. I did not stop until I came in my trousers.

"Wow!" said Jess admiringly. And perhaps a little apprehensively. "I didn't know you could hit so hard."

We set a place for Robin at the dinner table and placed her meal before her. It was dry porridge oats and a glass of milk. It was fun watching her bend forward to suck in the oats, but she cleared her plate and I made her lick it clean. "I'll feed her her milk," said Jessica, but instead of holding the glass to Robin's lips, she poured it into a saucer and watched in satisfaction as the poor little creature lapped it up.

"She is allowed a treat now," I said. "She can have an apple. Would you like an apple, Robin?"

She nodded eagerly.

"Do we have an apple, Jess?"

I could see the word 'no' forming on Jessica's lips, then suddenly she nodded, and fetched one. She cut it into slices and held one out towards Robin. Then, as Robin opened her mouth, Jessica put it into her own. "Hm!" she said. "This is delicious. I'm not wasting it on a worthless little brat who is just here to be beaten." She ate the next slice. "And fucked," she added.

There was not much I could do about that.

After Dinner, it was time for Robin to hear a few home truths. "Come here!" I said, and she crept over to me on her knees. I lifted her over my lap as if I was going to spank her then and there. At last she was here, at my mercy, and the feeling was good as I fingered her shrinking little form and gloated over what was to come.

"Now Robin," I said. "You are here because your parents have sold you to me for every Tuesday. I can do anything I want to you, anything at all. All you have had so far is a little warm up. Mow, Jessica wants to know when your birthday is?"

"I - I don't know. I - I don't have birthdays."

I was sorry for the poor little creature for a moment. "Stand back to back with Jessica. Yes, Jess, you are taller than she is so we will say you are older. Now, Robin, I have paid your parents for you, what do you think I shall do to you?"

"I expect you will fuck me," she said, in a very subdued little voice.

"And?"

"And beat me."

"And?"

Her eyes went back to the bullwhip over the mantelpiece, which had seemed to fascinate her.

"I expect you will whip me." She started to cry.

"Crying is not allowed," I said sharply, and she stopped immediately. I took the bullwhip down and stroked her with it. "I may not need this today," I said, "if you are very obedient." I was really getting in the mood. "Yes," I said, "you are here to be fucked and beaten and maybe whipped, you are here to give pleasure to me. To me you are just a nice soft little body with no arms that can be fucked and beaten as much as I wish. I enjoy beating little girls, don't I Jessica?"

"Yes, he does," she said ruefully. "But I've got a dress and panties now and you haven't, so there! You are nothing but a no good half-caste and nobody will ever love you." I saw that Jess had not understood everything she had been told at home, but no matter, I would deal with that later.

"Jess," I said, pointing to my knee, and in an instant she lay naked upon it. I gave her a couple of light slaps. "Just so you know who is really in charge." A gave her a couple more gentle slaps. "Get dressed, put those precious panties on, but remember it is only while I say so."

I turned to Robin. "You will call me Sir," I said, "and you will call Miss Jessica Miss and curtsey when you speak to her. Get up and say hullo to Jessica."

"Good evening, Miss," said Robin, coming to stand before her and trying a curtsey, rather erotic with no arms, and stood there waiting.

"If you are rude to me," I said, "then I must whip you, because you will get plenty of ordinary beatings anyway. And if you are rude to Jessica -"

"I shall tickle her!" And in an instant poor Robin became a writhing shrieking hysterical thing rolling about on the carpet. "Wow!" chuckled Jess, clapping her hands. "She sure is ticklish. I know how to torment her now!"

So the scene was set, an exhilarating evening in store. When Robin was not needed she stood in a corner with her back to us. Jessica really enjoyed creeping up behind her as quietly as she could and either tickling her or giving her a swipe with the strap.

We set a place for Robin at the dinner table and while we feasted she managed to eat the plate of raw porridge oatmeal her father had ordered. I made her lick the plate clean. There was a glass of milk also, which Jessica poured into a saucer for her to lap up instead of holding to her lips.

"She is allowed an apple as a treat," I said. "Would you like an apple, Robin?"

"Oh yes please, Sir."

"Do we have an apple, Jess?" I asked.

I saw the word 'no' coming to Jessica's lips, then a change of plan. She fetched an apple and began cutting it into slices. "Mm!" she said, tasting a slice. "Here we go!" She held out a slice and then, as Robin opened her mouth, popped it into her own. "I'm not going to waste something as nice as this on a no-good little girl who came here to be beaten and fucked," she said.

When we had finished our meal, Jessica said she and |Robin would play hide and seek. "At least Robin will hide," she said, "and when I find her I will tickle her. Off you go Robin." She set out our chess set. "Now, Uncle Matthew, it is time for my next lesson. I know how prawns move now, and that is half of all the pieces, so come on, I shall soon be winning."

Being allowed a dress and panties had done wonders for her self-confidence, I thought. It was fine with me, because I knew she would be over my knee for a spanking any time I wished. Eventually I said, "You better go and find Robin - it is bedtime."

"I won't have her in bed with us."

"Oh yes you will - go get her."

After a while she came into the bedroom. "She can't come in bed after all," she said. "She is too smelly. Come and see."

I followed Jess to the bathroom, and there in the bath was Robin.

"Why is she wet?"

"I peed on her!" said Jessica proudly. "You can spank me for it and wash her and bring her to bed, or you can pee on her yourself and we can leave her here. I can use my hands, I will make you happy in bed better than she could."

The idea of Robin in the bath while I was in bed with a Jessica who intended to seduce me was overwhelming.

"Stay there, Robin," I said, as she lay there on her back in the big bath, sobbing her heart out. "We haven't done what I paid for you for yet. I will be along in the morning for your proper beating and the fucking." Jess seemed to have peed over her face, so I aimed at her crotch. "Don't go away!" I mocked her. To make sure that she didn't I slipped the rubber band round her ankles before turning the light out and locking the door behind me.

Jessica was great in bed. I had not intended to fuck her, but thinking of Robin, especially what I would do to her in the morning, really fired me up. Yes, Jess is becoming much more co-operative, quite the little expert, so having her was enough for the rest of that day.