JOSIE

BY YOCOPYCAT

[ part 7 ]

I woke up in the morning with a warm glow inside me and a warm little body beside me. Why was I so happy? Gradually it sunk in. I was naked in bed and that warm body beside me was eight-year-old Josie, and Josie was a real cute kid with a very spankable bum, and I was free to do anything I wanted with her, no complaints considered, because of my deal with her dreadful step-mother, who was greedy, heartless, and broke. And a widow.

Outside the sun was shining quite brightly already, and birds were singing, and traffic was moving, and Josie was naked and totally defenceless. And she was expecting to be whipped round the house today, with her hands tied at her sides.

She was also expecting a trip to the seaside.

I had a hard on even before she stirred in my arms. Those deep blue eyes blinked open at last and she looked at me in puzzlement as memory returned to her also. Last night, the first of the weekend, she had gone to bed first and been asleep when I joined her.

“Hullo Uncle Jim,” she said, rubbing her eyes awake. “Oh! Are we truly going to the seaside?”

“Sure, kid, so long as you are good.” I turned on my back and pulled her warm little body up my chest to my lips.

She lay on me and gave me the same virginal kiss as usual. “Am I to be whipped before or after the seaside?”

“It depends how good you are,” I said. “I might not whip you at all if you make me really happy.”

“With kissing? Will you teach me how to do it better?”

“Yes,” I said. “You can practice on my hand.” I held one to her, palm open. “Open your lips and touch me with them and with your tongue. Good. Move your tongue around a little. Right, now try my mouth again. Good, that’s much better. Again, tongue out more. Yes, remember that next time. Now, let’s try a new game. Get out of bed.”

What a little peach she was, no blemishes on a perfect little body.

“Stand at attention! Shoulders back, head up!” She was still had on the cat collar I made her wear. Evidently she had not dared to take it off, even in bed. It set off her nakedness perfectly.

“Right,” I said. “Down to the bottom of the bed and untuck it and go under and start kissing my legs.”

She obeyed me still, but with obvious reluctance. And she stopped well short of my crotch. Her bottom protruded at the bottom of the bed, but out of my reach.

“Out!” I said. “That is no good. Go fetch the belt.”

She ran downstairs for it and, as usual, she kissed it and then handed it to me with a curtsey, or at least her idea of a curtsey.

“Corner!” I said, and she went to stand there facing me with her hands clasped behind her neck and her legs apart, shoulders back. No problem with that part of her training.

“Come back to the foot of the bed. Now, pull the bedclothes off me.”

She gazed in dismay at my erection. I opened my legs. “Wriggle up between my legs like a snake and have a good look at it. Get right close.”

She came, but very hesitantly.

I moved back to sit up in the bed, and she followed, ever so reluctantly. “Kiss it.”

She looked up at me entreatingly. “He’s all red and wet and big and horrible – what’s his name?”

“You can call him Willie if you need a name for him.”

“Well, you can beat me as much as you like, and whip me too, and not let me have any clothes, and not take me to the seaside, but I can’t kiss Willie, not when he’s standing up, anyway.”

I leaned forward and touched her head, holding her lips to my penis for a long delicious moment, but they did not open. I managed to get a grip on her hair at last and pulled her up to me over my penis, using my left hand, and touched her bare buttocks with the belt.

“Are you sure you can’t kiss?”

She just burst into tears so I belted her writhing form again and again until I exploded.

“Now,” I said, as my breath came back, “go and make our breakfasts and we will see what happens next time.”

“C-can I get dressed first please?” she asked between sobs.

“Just the jersey,” I said. “You may light the gas fire.”

Breakfast was ready when I came down, stewed tea and burnt toast and cereals and some fruit. Not exactly what I am used to, but having it served by a small girl wearing only a waist length jersey made up for that.

“Now,” I said, “what are we to do about Willie? I don’t want to spend all morning whipping you. I was looking forward to taking you to the seaside.”

“Well, I’m not frightened of him when he is asleep.” she said. She came and knelt at my feet and moved my legs apart and put her mouth to my crotch and started nibbling. “Wow!” she gasped. “Doesn’t he wake up quick! Daddy’s was like that. That’s why I’m afraid of Willie when he’s awake, he’s real dangerous.”

“Why, what did your father do?”

“It’s ever so secret.”

“I swear not to tell.”

“I killed him.”

“What! Your father? You can’t have!”

“Well his Willie was always trying to get in my – I don’t know what you call it, this hole, my back one. He was much too big but he kept trying and it was truly horrible, and then Daddy whipped me because he was angry his Willie couldn’t get in me and one day he was doing it on the kitchen table and I picked up a saucepan and hit him on the head and he fell off the table and he was dead and we said he had fallen over when he was drunk.”

She was crying. Crying very hard, shoulders heaving. I took her in my arms. “Oh my dear,” I said. “How awful. Tell you what, go put your jeans on and we’ll forget all about Willies and go to the seaside. I declare a truce! I cannot beat you until we come back.”

She stopped crying. Sunshine broke out all over that round little face of hers and lit up her eyes. “Really and truly? You promise not to beat me all day? Or let anyone else?”

“I sure do. We shall be just like a daddy and his favourite little girl.”

“I am your favourite little girl today, not your favourite little slave girl? Oh Uncle Jim, I do love you so! You can be my new Daddy and I will be your favourite little daughter who you can spank whenever you like and teach her to kiss your Willie nicely.”

Well, we had a lovely day out, no trouble at all. Josie was a delight to be with, specially as nobody had ever taken the trouble to give her a day out before. Everything was new to her, everything a delight, and she showed her appreciation very prettily, but with no sign of subservience. However, I will not describe it here. Sufficient to say that we arrived back late, after a meal on the way, and the story resumes as enter the house and I lock the street door behind me and slip the key into my pocket.

“Jeans off!” I said. “Corner!”

“Do I face in or out?”

“If you have no dress to hold up,” I said, “like now, you face out. Jersey only, we count that as naked. Now, what am I to do with you? We are way behind with punishments, plus I have to make you kiss my willie. I shall have to whip you properly.”

“I know.” She had gone very white and there were tears in her eyes. It seemed a shame after just a lovely day out. I didn’t really want to do it.

“Go fetch me the whipping clothes,” I said.

It was easy to put on the ‘whipping clothes’, because there were no clothes at all. I pulled her jersey up over her head and tossed it aside, then tied the rope round her waist and attached her wrists to it, down near her hips. Now she could not protect any part of her body from the lash of the whip.

I took it down from the nails over the fireplace and cracked it. “Go!” She was off like a rocket but I caught her with several real hard lashes between her legs as she tried to scramble up the steep stairs with no arms for balance. She made for the bathroom and tried her puny strength against me by leaning against the door. She fell to the floor as I pushed it open and I whipped her there and then she started shrieking and dashed for her bedroom. I had forgotten to gag her. I went into the bedroom and she was lying on the bed sobbing, an open target. I set to with a will and soon had her rolling around, and then she started screaming again.

“Oh what the hell!” I shouted to no-one in particular. I stood over her writhing form with the whip raised, then threw it into the corner.

“Get in the bed, kid,” I said to Josie, “I can’t be bothered with the gag tonight.”

I helped her into the bed and went downstairs for a drink. She had stopped crying and gone to sleep when I came back with the gag. I put it and the whip on the little bedside table and crawled in beside her. She didn’t wake up when I caressed her. I would have an interesting bed companion in the morning, I thought. Maybe she would be more compliant with no arms.