JOSIE

BY YOCOPYCAT

[ part 9 ]

When I arrived at her house for my weekly visit, Pam met me on the doorstep with a grin. “I have a little surprise for you.”

And when I entered the living room, there were two little bare bottoms facing me from the corner, instead of the one I had expected. Each small girl stood legs apart facing the wall. Josie, Pam’s eight-year-old step-daughter, was holding her dress up to her waist, as was the rule when awaiting my Friday visit. She was not allowed to wear panties on Fridays. The other child was smaller, maybe a couple of years younger, and she was naked. Her hands were clasped behind her neck. She stood head back, very stiff, so that her cute little bottom stuck out in delicious invitation.

“That little brat is Josie’s young sister,” said Pam. “Pissed in her panties, she did, I had to put the dress in the wash. That’s the last time she wears panties in this house.”

I was speechless. And delighted. “Is she yours?” I asked at last. It was the first question that came into my head. Also the most important one.

“Oh no, another fucking step-daughter, her Dad had her before I married him, same as Josie. I been landed with both the little fuckers. She’s called Posie, believe it nor not, what a fucking stupid name! My Mother-on-law has had Posie until now. We agreed to take one kid each, see, when Saul died, but she says the fucking kid is too much for her, wets her bed and pisses in her knickers, like she just did. Gone back on the agreement, she has, and Saul only in his grave these three months! So now the little fucker has to live here or go into care.

“Let me see her,” I said, trying to conceal my excitement without any hope of success.

“Come here, Posie,” said Pam. The child came reluctantly and stood before us, hands still behind her head, but eyes on the floor in front of her. She was another sturdy but slim child, another blue eyed blonde, and she had the same cheeky looking round shaped face as her elder sister. Neither would grow into large women, I thought. It was a thought that pleased me. This one still had that long cascade of golden hair that I had had cut from Josie as it had got in the way when I whipped her, but it was gathered together into a pony-tail at the back. I reached out my hand to touch the child and she flinched away.

“This is Jim,” Pam said. “You have pissed in your knickers so he will punish you. And if you wet your bed he will whip you, just like your Dad used to.”

The child shivered and went a little white, bit her lip but said nothing. Her blue eyes rose to me, full of fear, then she looked down again.

“She’s a bed-wetter!” said Pam. “I can’t be doing with that. And by what I been told she’s been running wild since Saul died. And he had to beat her quite a lot ever since she were a toddler. She’s worse than Josie, he always said. He certainly beat her more than he did Josie. He didn’t hold with bed wetting. He used to hang her up on those hooks and whip her. He put them there special.”

I looked at the ceiling over the table, where there were the sort of meat hooks that would be ok in a cellar but were out of place here in the living room.. “Why two?”

“He liked her upside down, see, legs wide so he could get at her proper. Said she must be whipped same place as where she pissed. You better do the same.”

“I suppose I should. I’ve been soft with Josie and it’s worked very well, but I think I have to be much harder with this one.”

“Yes, I think so. She needs a much firmer hand than Josie does.”

“How old is she?”

“Six last month.”

“Did her Dad fuck her?”

“I dare say he did. Sounded like it sometimes, the way she carried on when he went to their bedroom after a drop too much to drink.”

Was it possible so young? Frankly, I had no idea. But if so it could well account for her being disturbed, if that was the problem. A real challenge.

“And she’s been naughty today?”

“I only fetched her this morning and she pissed in her knickers already. Wet the dress as well, like I said, and I haven’t unpacked any others yet.”

“And Josie, I suppose, has been good?” Josie would be paraded for punishment regardless of her behaviour. I did not need an excuse any more to spank Josie. We had a sort of an understanding, Josie and I. I spanked her for my pleasure whenever I felt like it. She didn’t like it one little bit, but she had no say in the matter and I took her out on trips which she really enjoyed. Of course I did not whip her without good reason, which she had been very careful not to give lately.

“Posie,” I said, “you have been very naughty. Go back in the corner, I will deal with your sister first, because she is older. Josie, fetch me the slipper. I want to show your sister what a spanking is like.”

I gave Josie quite a severe slippering. My heart was not really in it, but I hit hard and made her really wriggle and redden up because it was for Posie to see. Only Posie would get it more so, I promised myself. “Right,” I said to Josie, as she stood up and rubbed her bottom ruefully. I didn’t even bother with the kiss. “Go to bed,” I said. “Now, you, Posie, you come here across my knee.”

“Must I?” she said to Pam. It was the first time I heard her speak, and it was a pleasant little voice she had. A bit squeaky, but time would cure that.

“Yes,” said Pam. “Jim is the boss around here.” She went to the corner and seized the child by the ear and marched her to me, dumping her face down in my lap, where she screamed and bawled and kicked, and ended up wriggling off my lap onto the floor and would have run off if I had not caught hold of her pigtail.

“Looks like she will have to be tied up every time you spank her,” said Pam. “You hold her and I’ll go for Josie’s whipping bondage. You could whip her if you want. I can’t get her into a school here for quite a while, so nobody will see if she is marked.”

So I held the struggling child by her pony-tail and gripped her naked squirming body with my other hand at her crotch, which induced further convulsions and screams. I quickly stuffed my handkerchief in her mouth, because of the neighbours. One day, I determined, I would move this family I seemed to be acquiring into a house with no nosy neighbours and allow the girls to scream as much as they liked.

Pam came back and between us we soon had the rope harness on Posie – it was very simple, just a rope round her waist to which her wrists were secured near her hips, so she had no use of her arms or hands.

“There,” said Pam, as the child stood before us, heaving for breath after her struggles, clenching and unclenching her little fists. “Are you going to whip her?”

“Not this time,” I said. “We will keep that for if she wets the bed. The slipper will do nicely for now.” I wanted to feel her squirming in my lap. “I think you better tie her ankles together though, and gag her properly. This looks like being a long job.”

When that had been done I lifted her into my lap. “Now Posie,” I said, “if anyone is kind enough to correct you, you give them a nice kiss.”

I pressed her mouth to mine – and she spat out the handkerchief and bit me!

“Right my girl!” I said in a fury. “That’s it. You are really for it now.”

“I better gag her properly,” said Pam, She had the ball gag ready, I noticed, and she slid the elastic under the long hair so the child still looked pretty even with a mouth full of rubber..

I held her writhing form face down with my left hand and wielded the heavy slipper with my right. There was a good solid sound to each blow and a very satisfactory squirm upon my penis from that suffering little body. I kept it up for several minutes, and she reddened up nicely. Slippering Posie was far more satisfactory than slippering Josie, and I really relished it and hit all the harder for that. I would keep Josie as a companion, I decided, and beat this one instead.

And then I realised that my trousers were suddenly wet.

“She’s pissed on me, by God!” I shouted, jumping up so that she fell to the floor with a thump, where she lay sobbing her heart out. I think she knew exactly what would happen next.

“Now she’s for it,” I said grimly, prodding her with my shoe. I managed to resist kicking her, just.

“Hoist the little fucker, is it?” asked Pam, wiping me down as best she could.

“No,” I said, although I was sorely tempted. “What her Father did is a bit extreme for me. Just hold her on the table with her legs up.”

Pam held her down with the ankles to her chin, but in doing so she got in the way of my belt.

“I think I have a strap will go round her,” she said. “Hold her there, I won’t be a moment.”

I held the struggling child as Pam had had her, legs bent up towards her face, until Pam retuned with the strap. It just went round Posie’s little body nicely, round her plump little up-bent thighs, just below the knees. When the strap was buckled tight the child was held wide open, her slit and arsehole beautifully exposed. Her buttocks and the tender undersides of her thighs made a continuous large area for of tender flesh to be beaten. And of course her wrists were already bound near her hips. She made a delicious bundle, squirming around on the table-top. The only problem was that when I released her legs they stuck up in the air instead and waved about, but they were not a major problem.

As I stood over her with the whip she looked up at me between her flailing legs and went frantic, throwing herself around like crazy.

“If I whip her, Pam,” I said. “We have nothing in reserve in case she wets the bed.” I laid the whip aside and picked up the belt. “I can use slipper, hairbrush or belt in this position.” I held the slipper up for her to see, and brought it down on her cleft with a crack, then the hairbrush, then the belt. Her body jumped about the same each time.

“Why not use them all?”

“Why not indeed?”

Pam had the meal ready by the time I had finished with both the slipper and the hairbrush. My method was left cheek, right cheek, and one in the middle. But Pam is a great cook. “The belt is still to come,” I told the sobbing child, laying it across her buttocks, and we left her beside us on the table-top to reflect on that and used the other half of the table for our meal.

“So,” Pam said, pouring the wine. “What do you think of Posie?”

“I think we should keep her,” I said. “It would be a shame to let her go into care.” I had already assigned the two girls roles in my mind. Josie would be my little courtesan and Posie the whipping girl. No mercy for Posie. She was just there to be beaten, I decided. I had never been completely ruthless with Josie, but I would be with Posie.

Pam cleared her throat. “Good,” she said, “because I got more news.”

“Oh yes?”

“I am pregnant and, listen to this, the Hospital says it’s going to be a girl. Mine this time! Reckon I’ll have to call her Rosie. I’m having no more trouble from out of hand kids, we shall stand no nonsense from her. Her nickname shall be rosy bottom.”.

It took me a while to get my breath back. “We?” I asked at last.

“Well, you’ll help me, won’t you? It needs a man’s hand, and you are so good with Josie. She says she had a lovely time last weekend, went to the seaside and the Zoo and a posh Restaurant and she got some money out of a wall for me. And she says you have a right posh car. I reckon you must be a bit of a dark horse, a ton richer than I thought.”

It was time to come clean. “I rather think we need a little chat, Pam, you and I.” I pulled Posie towards me and fingered her sensitive parts. It made her wriggle beautifully, but there was no way she could escape my probing fingers.

“I wonder if she is a virgin?”

“Does it matter? She’s there, ain’t she? Put her on the floor and have a go at her, if you want.”

“You really don’t mind what I do, do you?”

“No,” she said. “You have a totally free hand with the kids, Jim. So, do you have a plan for three of the little fuckers?”

“You really want me to discipline Rosie as well, when she comes? Even though she isn’t a step child?”

“Sure. Won’t bother me what you do to her. I have to see to the future, right, three mouths to feed and no man about the place. Got to keep a roof over their fucking heads. Anyway, I think you are good for them. Josie is much happier now, even though you did whip her.”

“I made Josie suck me off,” I said. I was quite ashamed of that.

“Good for you. Stand her in good stead when she’s older. You can fuck her if you want. Her Dad certainly did.”

An excellent attitude. I didn’t think I was into fucking an eight year old, never mind a six-year-old, but between them I could be kept really happy for the next twelve years or so. And then there would be Rosie. We would see about her in due course, no doubt.

“All right then,” I said. “I confess. I am rich. As a matter of fact I am fucking filthy rich, as you would say. And nobody to leave it to.”

Her cunning little eyes shone with greed.

“We oughter be married,” she said. “Then they are your fucking daughters all legal like and you can do what you like to them without worrying about it being on your conscience, because they are going to be rich one day.”

“I would set up trust funds for them.”

“Sure, whatever. So long as I am living good with no money worries I don’t care about nothing. I shall spend a fucking lot of your money and have a right good time. A credit card with a whopping great limit that you keep paying off, how about that? Maybe I’ll travel a lot and leave you with the fucking kids.”

“No problem,” I said. “We’ll get a house with a flat for you in it, then you can entertain without being bothered with the children. In a mansion with no close neighbours. Maybe a country estate. Agreed?”

“Agreed! A rich husband who doesn’t mind what I do? A country estate with my own rooms to entertain my boy friends? I like the sound of that, as long as it’s near a big city.”

“Right,” I said. “It’s a deal. I’ll set everything up. Now, I must go and say goodnight to Josie.”

“You might as well stay the night, Jim,” she said. “After you finish with Posie.”

“Why yes,” I said, “I rather think I will.” I would be in just the right mood to share Josie’s bed, which, fortunately, was full size.

I really let go with the belt and soon had Posie writhing around on the table. The power I had over her was delicious. Left, right, center, left right center, left right –

“Hey!” came a small voice from the door, “what about me? Don’t I get a turn?”

Josie looked real cute in her see-through nightie that barely reached her luscious little bottom and certainly did not conceal the fact that she did not wear panties in bed.

“Your little sister has had enough really,” I said. “I am going to take her to the bathroom to pee and then fetch her to bed with us.”

“No way,” said Josie. “Fetch her to bed with us? No way. She was real naughty. I’ll spank her as well and then you take your favourite little slave-girl to bed and teach her more about sucking you off and all that stuff. I’ll play the game where I creep in at the bottom of the bed and lick your legs all the way up to…”

“OK, OK,” I said. I handed her the belt. “You can let her go when you have finished. Don’t be long.”

By the sound of the belt on bare flesh as I went upstairs, Josie was stronger than I had thought.