JOSIE

BY YOCOPYCAT

[ part 8 ]

I woke up that morning to the sound of whimpering.

It was eight-year-old Josie, lying beside me, naked except for the cat collar she was forbidden to remove. She was facing away from me, staring at the little bedside table, upon which I had arranged the whip and the gag before joining her in bed the previous night. No doubt she expected last night’s whipping to continue, as she was still bound into the special whipping outfit, which consisted of a rope round her waist to which her wrists were secured near her hips. Secured like that, she could not protect any part of her body from the lash. It made her especially vulnerable running up and down stairs when I chased her round the house withy the whip. And, I was beginning to realise, it made her an ideal bed companion for someone with my perverted desires.

Today was Sunday, the last day of my weekend alone with Josie. I was determined to make some progress with her. Yesterday she had refused to kiss my penis, and that reluctance must be overcome. I did not think that Josie would complain to her step-mother about her treatment, no matter what I did, and I knew that Pam would take no notice if the child did complain. Pam had found in me the ideal payer of the rent and patron in general, and I the ideal victim – should one be so crude as to put it like that – in this spunky little step-daughter of hers.

Josie was still whimpering as I rolled her towards me. The contact with her smooth warm flesh was delightful, as was the way she shrank away from me. I took her by the ears and pressed her mouth to mine. Nothing. But when I reached out a hand towards the whip I received the kiss I had taught her. It was a very reluctant kiss, but at last her luscious little lips opened and there was her tongue meeting mine. I held up a palm and she kissed that too, her tongue tip tickling delightfully.

“Corner!” I said.

She scrambled out of bed and ran to the corner. Now I was able to admire her, naked but for the cat collar, facing out of the corner with her legs apart. She would have put her hands behind her back if she had been able to move her arms, but her shoulders were nicely braced back anyway. The rope round her waist to which her wrists were tied was working excellently, but it was tatty. I must make her a smarter bondage kit for when I whipped her, I thought, maybe a gold cord. Even a narrow belt with fringes would not get in the way of the whip too much. Or something with bells on would be good. Bells were a good idea. I could surely fix bells on her somewhere.

I got out of bed and covered my nakedness with a dressing gown, went downstairs and made myself a pot of tea and some toast, and boiled an egg, then carried them upstairs and got back into bed.

“Come close,” I said.

She came very reluctantly and stood within fingering range, legs wide apart, so that I could caress her as I ate. She hated that, especially around her sex. Probing her there was a symbol of ownership, and the fact that she did not move away was a demonstration of the progress I had made so far. I picked up the whip and used that instead of my fingers, and the reaction was even better.

When I had finished my breakfast, I put the tray on the table and lay on my back in the bed, head and shoulders nicely propped up by the pillows. Then I reached out and pulled her unwilling little body on top of me, and eased it beneath the covers. The knowledge of how helpless the bondage made was very stimulating as I pulled her up for another kiss. Then I seized her shoulders and pushed her down under the bedclothes until her mouth was on my now rampant cock.

“Kiss!”

She convulsed and struggled like mad, but could not avoid the contact. I held her there for quite a while, but she did not kiss me, so at last I hauled her up again.

“You are a very naughty child, Josie,” I said. “You know what you are supposed to do.”

She shook her head tearfully. “I can’t!”

“I would rather take you to the Zoo,” I said, “than spend all day whipping you.”

“Yes,” she said, “that would be much nicer.” Did I see a brave little smile on that cheeky round face of hers? I would much rather have her as a compliant but willing surrogate daughter than a mere cowering creature to be beaten and abused at will. I would have to postpone the cock kissing.. What I needed now was quick relief.

I rolled over on top of her.

“Open your legs! Wider!”

She stared up at me in fear and disbelief as my weight settled into place and she felt my cock at her cleft. Surely she didn’t have a conception of fucking at the age of eight? She had told me that her father had tried to bugger her before he died, but this? Surely not!

“Did your dad fuck you?” I asked.

She nodded. She was weeping. “It hurts bad, real bad, please please don’t.”

She must have been ashamed to tell me before. Anyway, I was too far gone to talk. I just heaved up and down on her writhing little body without trying to penetrate her. I ignored her whimpering as I gripped her buttocks for leverage and humped and humped her. It was heaven. My orgasm was the best I have ever had. I lay exhausted upon her for several minutes, gasping for breath.

“Thank you, Uncle Jim,” whispered a little voice from under me.

“What for?” I asked in surprise.

“For only pretending. Perhaps I can kiss Willie now, while he is asleep.”

I rolled off her and she turned round and burrowed down the bed. Her ankles were either side of my head now and her buttocks on my chest, and soon I felt her mouth at my penis. Not just kissing, she was licking! The harder I slapped her invitingly bare and convenient bottom the more enthusiastically she kissed and licked, until my erection had regained its former splendour.

“There!” she said, emerging at last in triumph and sitting up in the bed beside me. “It wasn’t so bad, after all!” She gave me her best kiss yet “Can we go to the Zoo now?”

“Do you know,” I said, “I rather think we can.”

“Before or after my whipping?”

I appeared to consider.

“Well, as you are all ready for it…”

“Oh but Uncle, Jim, it would be better when we come back, because if you whip me now I shan’t be able to enjoy the Zoo, I shall be hurting too much.”

“Too bad!” I said. I picked up the whip. “GO!”

I followed her as she fled from the whip, an activity she was quite accustomed to. How exposed her slit and arsehole were as she tried to run down the stairs with no arms. I caught her at the bottom.

“That was a joke!”

“Well,” she said haughtily, as I put her down, “it wasn’t a very nice one.”

“The whipping is cancelled,” I said. “All punishments are cancelled.”

“What’s cancelled?.

”It means you don’t get whipped,” I said, “until you are naughty again.”

“Josie is not going to be whipped this time? Oh Wow! Oh thank you thank you Uncle Jim!” She jumped into my arms and gave me a really juicy kiss. I put my arms round her and held her to me. “Can I have this rope stuff off?”

“Oh no. I like you in it. I think we both need a bath. And then I will make you some breakfast.”

We shared the bath. Bathing a child without the use of her arms is an experience I thoroughly recommend. She knew better than to complain about my roving fingers. After I had dried her I made her some breakfast and fed it to her.

“Right,” I said, “off we go.”

“But I still have the whipping stuff on.”

“So? I said I like you like that and like that you shall stay for the rest of today.”

I put her shoes on and slipped her coat over her shoulders and buttoned it up. It was a little small for her without the arms in the sleeves, but the empty arms dangling at her sides were not all that noticeable. I saw a little cap on the coat rack and put that on her head, tipped it back and slightly to one side, and we were ready for the off.

“I feel like a penguin,” she said. “What fun!”

She did have to take very small steps because the coat was so tight. “You are my favourite little penguin girl,” I said “Do penguins like lollipops?”

“Ooh yes. Let’s go!”

I had to help her into the car. Now that the threat of a whipping had been lifted, she was bubbling with enthusiasm. The thought that she was still in her whipping bondage and that I could change my mind at any moment was my turn-on. It was not that I wanted to whip her. It was sufficient to know that if I decided to I could, and that she knew very well that my whims decided whether she got beaten or not. I think her father had whipped any hope of fairness out of her long before I met her.

The first place we visited was the ice-cream parlour for Josie’s lollipop. As it happened the place was not very full, and the tables had long cloths, almost to the floor. No lollies though. I ordered an enormous strawberry ice cream for her instead.

“Actually,” I said very quietly, “I do have a lollipop for you. His name is Willie.”

“What!”

“You go under the table and I let him loose and you suck him like a lollipop.”

“Oh, I couldn’t!”

“Then it is lucky you are already dressed for a whipping, young lady,” I said. “We shall go home right this very minute.”

“But we haven’t seen the Zoo yet!”

“No.”

“Then I’ll try,” she said. “I want to see the Zoo.”

And that is how and where young Josie first sucked me off, the first time of many. Her amateurish efforts took quite a while and her astonishment when I came was very rewarding. I rate it far from her most polished performance, but definitely the most enjoyable so far.