JOSIE

BY YOCOPYCAT

[ part 2 ]

I was in a high state of excitement when I prepared for my second visit to Pam and her eight-going-on-for-nine-year-old step-daughter Josie, because I was due to punish Josie for stealing. It was that or the police I had told them, and they had believed me. Well, Josie certainly did. Maybe Pam just pretended to.

When I arrived, Pam let me in and took me through to the living room. I was delighted to see that Josie was already in the corner with her back to us, dress raised in both hands, panties lying on the floor beside her, bare bottom beautifully presented. No doubt it was my knock on the door that sent her there. I handed the bottle I had brought to Pam and walked over to where Josie stood trembling, and caressed the smooth quivering skin. It made her jump and she started to cry.

"Stop snivelling, Josie," Pam said. "You know why Jim has come. You have to learn not to fucking steal, you lying little bitch." Then she turned to me. "Would you like a drink, Jim, before you deal with the little brat?" She seemed unconcerned that the little brat in question could hear every word we said.

The rest of my chat with Pam was also very helpful. She is a Mother after my own heart, complaining of more naughtiness by the child, and how much a firm hand was required since her husband drank himself to death. She spoke as if he had done it to spite her, just to saddle her with his fucking misbegotten troublesome little brat to support. The situation was growing more and more promising!

After a drink or two I called Josie over my knee. She came reluctantly and weeping and the feel of her soft warm little body squirming upon my penis was very good. She continued to hold the dress away from her bare bum, which I started to caress.

"Now Josie," said Pam, "the beating you are about to get is what happens if you steal and then lie about it, so stop snivelling and kicking. I hope Jim smacks you really fucking hard, like your father would have done - he would have used his belt, mind you, and it doesn't look like Jim is going to." She turned to me. "Take your time, Jim. Remember we have neighbours. If she gets too noisy, do what her father did - his rule was that if she made any noise she got double, and if that didn't work he made her fetch her panties and stuck them in her mouth. I shall be in the kitchen in you need me."

The panties gag sounded a good idea. I did not expect it to be necessary, but the sight of her distress at having to fetch them was reward enough. Apparently she had to hold her dress up when she fetched them, so, to my amazement, she crawled over on her knees and picked them up in her mouth. I think it brought back bad memories. Maybe she had been as unfortunate in her father as she now was with her step-mother.

Anyway, I gave Josie the spanking she had expected, though not, I am sure, as hard as she expected, being gagged. But I did take my time over it. I let myself go a little bit more than before, using my hand, slap slap slap, but I was not really severe. There was no need of cruelty to achieve my release. The child wriggled and squirmed so delightfully, and cried so readily, and her bottom coloured so nicely, that the result was the inevitable.

The spanking had been a really enjoyable prelude to the meal, which was excellent. I think Josie enjoyed it too. I even gave her a couple of sips of my wine. She had not been allowed to put her panties back on, and knowing that added to my enjoyment of the evening. Would Pam ban them altogether if I asked her to? I rather think so. I never saw Josie wearing jeans, or any sort of trousers. I don't think she had any. Her short dresses suited her very well. They were too short really, but I knew that her Mother had very little spending money.

When we had finished our meal, Pam sent Josie upstairs. "Time for your bath, girl. Go and get in. Maybe Jim will come up and bath you... another glass, Jim? That's nice wine you fetched."

After she had poured for us, she put an official looking piece of paper on the table. "I hate to burden you with this, Jim," she said, "but the fucking rent man was here. He says Josie and me, well we are out on the fucking street unless I sign a direct debit for my bank. That would mean Josie being taken into care." She looked up at me slyly, an eyebrow raised.

"That would be a shame," I said. "Such a pretty child.

"Yes, well, I got no fucking bank account, see, but I didn't tell him that or we would be out already. We've had enough warnings. I thought maybe as you are such a kind person and so good with Josie, perhaps you would sign it for your bank and I will owe you instead of the fucking housing people."

"And if you don't have any money?" I asked, wondering how she would handle that.

"Ah well," she said, "maybe I can pay with meals? Like tonight?" I hesitated. It doesn't do to show too willing in any sort of bargain. "Tell you what," she said, "go and give Josie her bath and we can discuss that later."

I liked it. A very smooth approach, my step daughter at your disposal and all I ask is the rent. "Well," I said, apparently still doubtful, but admiring her subtle approach. "OK I'll think about it while I bath her for you, but should I be touching her?"

"Oh yes," she said. "I don't see no harm in it. She's only eight, after all, and somebody has to see that she's clean all over."

Fair enough, put like that. I went upstairs. The child was in the bath alright, all soapy.

"Stand up!" I said.

Reluctantly she stood up, legs pressed together. She was delicious to touch, all slippery and shiny. I was pleased to see that she had a peach of a little figure, and no blemishes at all. Despite all my desires, I had never seen a little girl naked before. It would be a pleasure to see her growing up, I thought, budding breasts and all that to come. She would be my plaything for years!

I had pulled her legs apart but hardly started to explore her more intimately when went she rigid and then started shrieking. She scrambled out of the bath and ran downstairs leaving a stream of water and screaming out "Mummy! Mummy! He's horrible, he was touching me, he tried to put his finger up me!"

I followed her down in time to see her mother slap the sobbing child hard across the face. "Don't you dare tell such wicked lies!" she shouted. She slapped her again. "Jim will really thrash you for that, telling lies about him, I shall see that he does! Back in the fucking bath with you, you fucking little liar. Jim is only making sure you are clean, which is very kind of him and what I told him to do."

I stood aside as she slid past me, sobbing, face averted. Following her naked form up the stairs again, watching the motion of those delightful little buttocks was a real pleasure, knowing I was about to acquire unlimited spanking rights.

Josie was crying as she stood up in the bath at my command. "Put your hands on your head," I said, and in the end she did so. "Elbows back. Legs apart. Wider! I have to see if your private parts are clean, don't I? Didn't your Mother say so?" She nodded, defeated, squirming away from my fingers but not resisting. It was nice to feel free to fondle her at leisure and without fear of the consequences. Her extreme shyness was a big turn-on.

At last I lifted her out of the bath and dried her thoroughly. Then I led her downstairs by the hand, naked. When we confronted her Mother I said: "Now, Josie, tell your Mother if I did anything I shouldn't have? Anything you didn't like?" She opened her mouth - then glanced at her Mother and shook her head. "So next time I bath you there won't be any silly fuss?" Another shake of the head. "You won't ever say nasty things about me again?" Another shake of the head. "Very well," I said, "you may go to the corner and wait. You have to be punished very severely for the nasty things you said already."

"And Josie," her Mother added. "Don't be so bloody shy with Jim and always do what he says."

While Josie waited trembling and snuffling in the corner, naked this time, I took out my fountain pen and filled in the direct debit form for the rent. Pam watched greedily, then we raised our glasses in celebration. Pam is a scheming bitch with no compassion at all for her unfortunate step-daughter. I expect she will be asking for a washing machine next! And I expect I shall give it.

My eyes went to Josie in anticipation. What a glorious sight she was, naked in the corner, waiting for me to beat her.

"Turn round," I said.

Yes, naked she was better facing us. I must bring a camera next time, I thought. Something to cheer up my old age.

But I was due for a small disappointment.

"Better leave her thrashing until Friday," Pam said. "On Friday you can whip her or belt her as hard as you want and no school till Monday for anyone to see the marks. And I can keep her off on Monday if needs be. Even Tuesday. Her dad always saved up her punishments for Fridays, in term time. And waiting will give her time to brood on it, see? It will work better that way, specially when I keep reminding her how angry you are. We can't have her saying things about you to other people, you know!"

"Right!" I said. "Come here, Josie."

I sat down again, and she came and stood before me, rubbing her eyes. I opened my legs and drew her closer, to stand between them. I spoke to her severely, my arms round her waist. "I will be back on Friday to punish you for the nasty things you said. You need not stay in the corner until then but you will be waiting when I come, you will be just the same as now, with no clothes on I mean. You will be standing properly for when you are waiting to be punished, which nobody has told you before. If you are not wearing anything it is different, it is facing the room, very upright with your legs apart and your hands clasped other behind your neck and your elbows as far back as they will go, ok?"

"OK," she said, in a quavery little voice. "But what is clasped?"

"Holding each other."

"Oh!"

"Now," I said, "get in the corner and show me!"

She scampered to the corner and stood exactly as I had told her. She was going to be a quick learner.

"OK," I said. "Be like that on Friday. Get ready as soon as you come back from school. No slouching or your Mother will tell me. And now you must stay there for half an hour, thinking about why you must not talk to anyone about me."

I walked over and stooped to kiss her on those soft reluctant lips. No response.

"When somebody kisses you, it means they love you," I said. "It is rude not to kiss back."

I lifted her to my mouth with my left hand between her legs and my right hand holding in her hair, tilting up her cute little face. I was rewarded with a really nice warm kiss. She wriggled a bit but kept her hands behind her neck, bless her! I was really getting quite fond of her. She had a lot to learn but I had to leave before I exploded again.