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To the editor:

Here is a story for submission

Title: A Boy and His Girl 2
Suggested "headings": bdsm, peds, "rape", rom, M/g


A Boy and His Girl 2

(Please read "A Boy and His Girl" elsewhere in the ASSTR  before reading
this story)


After he had punished her and raped her soundly, she fell asleep in his
arms, her head nestled on his chest, his rod still buried in her
smarting girlcleft. In the middle of the night he woke and gently
withdrew. He gazed down at her in wonder and bliss. The sight of her
slender preteen body and the knowledge that she was his to punish and
sweetly rape was overwhelming. He fetched his riding crop from where it
lay after their "wedding night" activities. He began to whip her bare
thighs (although truth be told, he "whipped" her with even less force
than he used to use when he punished her so long ago on the beach) and
when she woke up, startled and distraught, he immediately swept her up
in his arms, and held her like the little girl she was and kissed away
her night fright. After a few seconds she was relaxed in his arms, and
he gently laid her down on her stomach, and resumed her punishement. He
whipped her bottom with the riding crop, WAP! WAK! and she softly
moaned, "Oooh! Aaaah!" He shifted his aim and brought the strap-end of
the crop sharply between her legs, full upon her cleft and anus, WAAP!
SWAK! "AAAH! O-O-O-OOO!" she cried out. He whipped her and whipped her
on her unfledged cleft, until finally he could hold back no longer.
Tossing the crop aside, he seized her slim shoulders and pierced her
with his manhood, raping her from behind in her tender delicate anus.
She cried out wildly as he thrust and thrust into her, and then nearly
screamed as she came and came and came. After she was spent he punished
her with a few more thrusts, then emptied his seed into her abused anus.

Through the rest of the night he punished her twice more, each time
waking her with a whipping, holding her in his arms, then whipping her
thoroughly on her breasts, her thighs, and her girlcleft, before raping
her sweetly and soundly, his hard rod forcing her to come again and
again.

The next day they slept until nearly noon, like typical newlyweds. They
spent the day in leisurely bliss. Fortunately it was not a school day
for him. They strolled around the garden, swung in the hammock, ate when
they were hungry. All the time they held hands. Often she sat in his
lap. They spent a lot of time just looking at each other, and smiling.

That night they prepared for bed. He approached her, and she thought he
was going to punish her. He noticed her stiffen as if to prepare
herself, and the way she was holding her body told him that she was sore
between her legs. Yet she seemed gamely determined to submit to
punishment anyway. He cupped her chin with his hand and turned her face
up to his. He kissed her gently on her lips. Then he asked, "Sweetheart,
are you sore down there?" She blushed and managed a shy nod. "Then I'll
just kiss it and make it better!" he declared, and before she knew what
was happening he had slipped down between her legs. 

True to his word, he kissed her on her smooth cleft lips, and she gasped
with surprise and passion. The feel of his warm lips on her
still-smarting girlcleft was astonishing. She could barely breathe. As
he tongued her so-recently-whipped preteen clitoris she began to moan,
and cry out. In no time she was bucking and crying out wildly, as she
came and came. Yes, he certainly "kissed it and made it feel better"!

Thus they entered into many days of sweet converse, and nights (and
daytimes, too!) of sweet punishment and congress. Their love grew warmer
and warmer. He couldn't wait to get home each day from school, and she
spent the day doing her homework, then watching the door for his
arrival. As soon as he entered she would fly to his arms, sometimes
jumping up into them, like the little girl she still was. Sometimes they
would just talk about their day, or nothing in particular. Sometimes
they would take a walk, or watch a movie. And often he would simply
strip her unceremoniously, throw her over his lap, and begin her
punishemnt with a brisk, businesslike spanking.

She became more and more reluctant to see him go every day, and more and
more ecstatic when he came home. She awaited his arrival with sweet
anxiety, half dreading the inevitable embarrassment and pain of her
punishement, but even more intensely desiring the inescapable fire it
ignited in the core of her being. One day she was so overcome with the
thought of her punishment to come that she planned a surprise for him.
When he came in the door, she was standing in the very spot where she
had been that first fateful day she arrived. He came through the door
and saw her standing there, so sweet, with eyes downcast, hands crossed
in front of her, ready to push the straps off her shoulders. He dropped
his books with a THUD, but this time, instead of starting like a
frightened deer at the sound, and shrinking back in fear at his
approach, she just smiled a shy smile, and pushed the straps off her
shoulders. 

He strode over to her. He considered gathering her up in his arms and
covering her with kisses, but he sensed that she had something else in
mind. He picked up a switch from his desk and circled the
heartbreakingly slender preteen girl slowly, tapping the implement in
his palm. She shivered, eyes closed, hands at her sides, awaiting her
punihsment. Suddenly the switch flashed out and stroked the backs of her
thighs, SWAP! "AAH!" she cried. Then her breasts felt the sting, WAK!
"OOOO!" she exclaimed, as she trembled and writhed. He whipped her and
whipped her; thighs, bottom, little breasts and nipples, even bending
her over to devote strict attention to her tender delicate anus. By then
she was swaying on her feet, nearly overcome with embarrassment at his
attentions to the intimacies of her young-girl body, and the intensity
of her punishment. He brought the switch up sharply between her legs,
full upon her unfledged vulva, WAAAK! "AAAAAAAAH!" she screamed, and
came and came, sobbing and gasping, collapsing in his arms. He scooped
her up and lay her on the bed, still bucking and moaning in the grip of
her orgasm, and plunged his rod into her reddened girlcleft. "OOOOOH!"
she cried out again and again as he repeatedly thrust into her punished
little-girlhood, prolonging her sweet agony until he finally took her
over the top with hard, quick thrusts that brought fresh tears to her
eyes even as she bucked wildly in her release. Then he, too,  acheived
climax, pinning her to the bed with each thrust, dumping his hot seed at
the mouth of her cervix as she burned and moaned.

In the afterglow, she sat naked on his lap, cheek buried on his chest,
as he absentmindedly stroked her bottom and nuzzled her silky hair. A
thought came to him, as he realized how much he missed her each day, and
how much she seemed to look forward to his return, as amazing as that
still seemed to him. He tilted her chin up and looked into her trusting
eyes and asked her, "Would you like to start coming to school with me?"

"Yes!" she instantly exclaimed, and began bouncing with childish
enthusiasm, "Can I, really? Oh, please, please, can I?" He grinned and
nodded. She jumped up and danced naked around the room, then came back
to him and flung her pretty little arms around his neck and kissed him. 

And so it came about that she went to school with him the very next day.
Her gallant young master was concerned at the reaction she might have to
the sight (and sound!) of the other slave girls' punishments, but he
needn't have worried that day; as they walked down the halls between
classes, activity ground to a halt. Everyone knew about the young man's
little slave girl, but no one had seen her. She clung to him, eyes
downcast, as all heads turned to her when they walked through the halls.
She sat on his lap in class, head firmly laid back against his chest,
although she listened attentively to the lectures.

When they returned home that day, he ordered her to stand in the middle
of the room. He made her hold her shift up, and without further preamble
began to spank her bottom with a heavier hand than usual. SMACK! SWAK!
"Oh, AAH!" she moaned at the feel of each spank on her small round
bottom. Then he switched hands and began to spank her little unfledged
girlcleft with the same heavy hand! WAAP! WAAK! "AAAAA! O-O-O-O!" she
cried out with each slap onto her tender nakedness. He lubricated his
free hand and, parting the cheeks of her little bottom, he abruptly
pierced her bottomflower and penetrated and probed her delicate anus.
How she moaned and cried out! Soon she was nearing climax, and he
quickly picked her up, held her back against a wall, her legs dangling,
and thrust his erect member into her punished girlcleft. She cried out
wildly and came and came, as he mixed his hot seed with her little-girl
juices. When they were both fully spent, he carried her gently to the
bed and laid her down tenderly for a much-deserved nap!

The next day at school was much more "business-as-usual". The novelty
was wearing off, and the boy and his girl were no longer such an
attraction. What this meant, however, was that the girl was now exposed
to the sight (and sound!) of the other slave-girls' punishments between
classes throughout the day. The boy was somewhat worried about this; he
thought it might upset her. In an effort to diminish her distress, he
studiously ignored the various activities, no matter how blatant. She
appeared not to notice, either; her head was mainly lowered as she
walked with him. But in reality she was acutely aware of it all,
watching from under her lashes, taking everything in. Much of it indeed
distressed her, and she was deeply sorry for the other girls who had to
endure what seemed like much more brutal and degrading treatment at
their masters' hands than she did at her loving Master's. Some of it
seemed little different than her own punishments. But all of it grabbed
her attention, and somehow seemed to light a fire within her.

But the boy seemed not to notice. He wanted deeply to spare his little
preteen girl any distress. So he subconsciously even avoided any sexual
contact with her for the next few days. This was the longest time since
they were "married" that he had not punished and raped her. Even once
when she had the flu, they only skipped one night. Every day at school,
she saw slavegirls being punished, and she found herself desiring her
master's touch more and more. Yet at the same time, he wasn't touching
her! Finally, in desperation, she decided to take matters into her own
hands.

The next day, when they got back from school, he held the door for her
and she slipped inside. Before he knew it, she had crossed the room, and
stood facing him. Before his astonished eyes, she slipped the straps of
her slaveshift off her slim shoulders, and let it fall to the floor.
Then, in a flash of brilliance, she remembered something she had been
drilled in at the slave compound, before she had been given to the young
man. She had never had opportunity to assume this position, but the time
had come. She fell to her knees, legs apart, sweet bottom resting on her
heels, wrists crossed behind her, head bent in submission, but saucily
peeping up at him through her eyelashes.

He stared in astonishment for a moment, then strode over to her, cupped
her chin with his hand, and covered her face with warm, gentle kisses.
Then he took a crop from his desk, and brought it down with some force
upon the tops of her bare thighs, WAP! "AAAH!" she cried out. After
whipping her thighs for a while, he punished her breasts, bringing the
riding crop directly across her nipples, SWAP! "OOOOO! AAAAAH!" she
moaned and cried, swaying on her knees from the intensity of her
anxiety, embarrasment, and  passion. He lifted her to her feet, kissed
her soundly, then stepped back and swung the crop again and again,
directly up between her legs, SWAAK! WAAP! "O-O-O-O-O-O! OH! OH! OH!
AAAAAA!" Then he swept her up in his arms, carried her to the bed, and
proceeded to rape her tender unfledged girlcleft with long hard thrusts,
that brought her quickly to a near-screaming orgasm.

Although the novelty may have worn off at school, soon attention was
being paid to the young man and his little girlslave for another reason.
It became apparent that he treated his preteen slave very differently
than the other masters. For one thing, when they walked through the
halls, she walked beside him, not a few paces back like the other
slavegirls. She had to, for he almost always held her hand tenderly, or
draped his arm protectively about her slim shoulders, or, if his hands
were otherwise occupied, she clung to his elbow.

Another facet of their relationship was obvious: unlike the other
masters, he never, ever punished or abused his girlslave in school, or
indeed anywhere else in public that anyone knew of. This was highly
unusual, and indeed somewhat resented. Multiple invitations, both casual
and more pointed, were offered him to participate in the frequent "group
punishments", in which one or more girlslaves were punished by any
number of masters in a variety of humiliating and sexually sadistic
ways.  Most of the invitations could be brushed off with a cheery, "No
thanks!" But some were a little more difficult.

Like in most schools, there was a group of "jocks" who considered
themselves above the common crowd. Rowdy and sometimes destructive, they
cared little for anything except their own pleasure. Not all the jocks
were like that, but clearly some were. It was inevitable that they would
pay unwelcome attention to the young man and his pretty little preteen
girlslave. If they walked past a group of the rowdies, they would always
call out, pretending to "politely" offer to assist him in punishing his
girlslave. When rebuffed or ignored, they would shout offensively and
threaten vague recriminations. Things probably would have gotten uglier
a lot sooner if not for a particular circumstance, and a particular
incident.

The circumstance was that the young man was a champion fencer. Not all
the schools had a fencing team, but some did, and his was one of them.
He was the captain of the team, too. This gave the rowdies some pause,
and they had not yet worked up enough nerve to challenge him physically.
They probably would have much sooner, however, if not for a related
incident.

There was a well-known jock at the school, nicknamed "Moose", for
obvious reasons. He was not really one of the rowdies, but occasionally
interacted with them, as he did with everybody. He was outgoing, simple
but not dumb, and fond of goodnatured, if not always well-received,
practical jokes. He was 19, having been kept back a year some time back.
One day, while the little girlslave was admiring her master as he
practiced in the fencing room,  Moose strolled in, accompanied by his
retinue (a few other lesser jocks and their girlslaves) as well as his
own slave, a stocky yet attractive and vivacious 15-yr-old girl. 

Moose began bantering with the young fencer. He declared that anyone
could wave a little stick around, and did Carl want him to show him how
it ought to be done? Resignedly the young man outfitted Moose with a
mask and vest, and handed him a saber. Then he had to endure Moose's
amateurish efforts, wildly waving the blade around, no idea what he was
doing. Carl tried to avoid making it look too easy, but in the end he
disarmed the larger boy with a quick twist of the wrist. "OW!" Moose
shouted, as he wrung his hand, "That stung!" Moose insisted on trying
again, saying, "Anyone can get lucky!" But the experience was quickly
repeated. "Show me how you did that!" Moose demanded. Carl looked at him
for a while. "Moose," he said, "How do you do those razzle-dazzle plays
on the football field? Could you show me that, right now?" "'Course not!
You'd have to learn the basics, first, you can't just jump in...Oh, I
get it! I'd have to learn the basics in swordfighting first, wouldn't
I?" The younger boy nodded. "OK, can you start teaching me? I really
want to learn this stuff!" Moose's retinue gaped. They couldn't believe
their ears. Moose's girlslave, Anna, grinned. She wasn't above taking
pleasure at her master's comeuppance, especially when he was taking it
in such good humor.

She looked around. Little Tammie had crept into a corner on the arrival
of Moose et al, and had watched the proceedings nervously. She was less
anxious now, but still stayed shyly out of the way. Anna strode over,
sat right down beside her, and introduced herself. The older girl
skillfully drew the little preteen out of her shell. Soon she had
learned more than anyone else so far knew about the girl, besides Carl.
And they had formed the beginning of a lasting friendship. Moose came
regularly to take lessons from Carl, and the girls sat together talking
away every time. At the end of their sessions, Moose sometimes
unceremoniously bent Anna over and gave her a good spanking, accompanied
by her passionate moans and cries. He goodnaturedly offered to share her
charms with Carl, but took his polite refusal in stride. He never even
came close to asking if he could handle the little preteen girlslave.
Once Tammie got up the nerve to ask Anna if it bothered her to be
spanked like that, in public, and she just snorted, "No! Why should it?
Moose's OK, he's never really mean to me. And boy don't we have fun at
home!"

It was soon well-known that Moose was friendly with Carl, and this
delayed even more the full force of the rowdies attentions. 

One more incident occurred that made it indelibly clear that the young
master wasn't about to let anyone else handle his girlslave. It was
common for girlslaves to accompany their masters to their classes, and
sometimes to interact in the classroom. Occasionally they would answer
the professor's questions, or take the same tests as their masters. Many
of the professors were Christians, and saw it as their duty to encourage
the girls in this.

But shortly after the little preteen girlslave began accompanying her
master to school, the semester changed, and he began a new class with a
new professor. It soon became clear that he was fond of an old
tradition, still carried on in some classrooms. To the delight of most
of the boys, he would deliberately give the most difficult questions to
the girlslaves, and then encourage their masters and other boys to
punish them for getting them incorrect. They didn't need much
encouraging. Much of the class was taken up with young girls being
whipped and spanked, and pierced, penetrated, and probed unmercifully as
they moaned and cried out. He clearly enjoyed the sights and sounds, and
even occasionally contributed to the action with the yardstick he always
carried.

It wasn't long before he focused on the little preteen. She was clearly
the youngest slave there, and the most sweetly pretty as well, and he
obviously looked  forward to seeing her naked and tortured, and hearing
her moan and cry out. He began to test her. Noting her young age, he
thought she would quickly be unable to answer his questions, so he began
with easy subjects. Upon finding herself the object of his attention,
she nearly flattened herself against her master's chest, but answered
his questions easily. Nonplussed, he moved on to harder subjects. Still
she kept pace,  glad that her master had continued her studies even
before she started going to school with him. Soon the professor was
irritated that she was able to answer his questions so easily. He
actually was nearing the end of his own store of knowledge. He finally
asked a particularly obscure question that stumped her. 

Immediately he shouted, "Aha! Doesn't know the material! I guess she's
going to need to be punished! C'mon, boys, lets get started!" He strode
towards the girl. Her master simply picked her up off his lap as he
stood himself, deposited her back on the chair, and stood in front of
her, arms calmly folded. The professor skidded to a halt. "No one is
going to touch her except me," said the young man. "Wha-what do you
mean?" stammered the professor. "Let's put it this way," said Carl, "If
anyone else in this room can answer that question, I'll punish her
myself." 

He slowly looked around the room. "Any takers?" he asked almost
contemptuously. There were none. With a snort he scornfully gave the
answer himself. Then he gently lifted his little preteen girlslave off
the chair and back down onto his lap, sitting up and facing away from
him. He snagged a ruler off his desk and brought it down once, sharply,
across the top of her thighs, WAP! "SSS!" she gasped and jumped, then
settled back against him with an almost dreamy sigh. He replaced the
ruler and tenderly rubbed the red streak on her thighs. "Get on with the
class," he growled. No more questions were asked of the little preteen
in that class!

At times during the school day various of the young masters would "hang
out" together, talking of the things teenage boys usually talk about. At
such times their girlslaves were wont to do the same. Some just drifted
off into little groups together, others asked their masters' permission
first. The little preteen girlslave would never join the others; she was
too shy, and she recognized without realizing it the casual disdain that
teenagers feel for preteens. So she drifted around by herself, waiting
for her master, not really comfortable standing next to him with all the
other boys so close, and talking about such..."boy" things. She was
lonesome.

But all this changed after she met Moose's girlslave, Anna. Anna took a
liking to the young girl, and "took her under her wing". When the
girlslaves would gather, Anna would march right up to the preteen
girlslave's master and pertly announce, "I'm taking her over there, OK?"
and sail off arm-in-arm with the girl without waiting for an answer.
Moose and Carl would just exchange amused, tolerant glances, and smile.

In with the gaggle of girlslaves, the little preteen was exposed to a
new dimension. The topics of  discussion were the usual ones of teenage
girls: boys, boys, and boys. Under Anna's forceful leadership, the other
girls toned down the "raunchiness" of their conversation, but the
younger girlslave still picked up a number of new concepts of which she
was previously unaware. At first she was still very shy and retiring,
but Anna drew her out, and soon she was participating in the
conversations freely. Thus Anna and the other girls learned even more
about the unique relationship between the little preteen girlslave and
her loving master.

Indeed, more and more people were paying attention to their slpecial
relationship. Interestingly enough, the Christian community had made a
point of trying to enter the teaching profession in numbers, so many of
the professors were Christian. They strongly approved of the way the
young man treated his little girlslave, and often found ways of showing
it. Also, the boy's friends and admirers (and he had a lot of them,
despite his quiet demeanor) were starting to be influenced by his
example. Some even converted. And finally, the influence of the
slavegirls themselves began to be felt. Most of them longed for a more
romantic relationship, like that of the little preteen and her master.
And most of the young masters actually were happy to oblige. They had
treated their slaves how they had seen slaves treated before. Now that
they had seen the alternative, there was a general move in that
direction. Soon, most of the masters were walking hand-in-hand with
their slaves, or putting there arms around them. There was more gentle
kissing, and less public probing. And the boys were pleased to find
that, as they treated their slaves more tenderly and less brutally, the
response was...gratifying in the extreme! It seemed that their
girlslaves couldn't wait to get home to be stripped, spanked, whipped,
and raped. 

One day the young master was a bit more tired than usual after school.
His preteen girlslave was not, however. With her little-girl exuberance,
she nuzzled him, and hugged him, and teased him. But he wasn't
responding the way he usually did, she noticed. She remembered something
that she learned about while hanging around with Anna and the other
girlslaves. At the time she wasn't sure what they meant, and if she did
know, she wasn't sure she wanted to! But the more she thought about it,
the more she thought, "Now's the time to try it!"

She leaned against his chest, then sort of slid down his front,'til she
was on her knees before him. She opened his pants and drew out his rod,
only half-erect in his fatigue. Before he knew what she was doing, she
began kissing the head of his manhood, then she started sucking on the
tip, pulling more and more of the shaft, as much as she could, into her
mouth. The sight (and sound, and feel!) of a pretty little preteen with
his rod in her mouth almost immediately drove him to near distraction.
In no time he was near climax. Then ensued some confusion. She wanted to
swallow his seed. He barely had enough presence of mind to think that
she wouldn't want to, and tried to pull out in time. The upshot was that
his semen ended up splashing across her face. When he came out of his
dazed state enough to realize what was going on, he looked down to see a
sight both distressing and fetching: his darling little preteen
girlslave, her face upturned with a shy smile for him, with his seed
dripping off her pert nose and draped across her cheeks! She noticed his
distress, and quickly reassured him that, though she had intended on
taking him fully in her mouth, a "facial" was nice, too! He was simply
too dumbfounded to answer. He just gaped after her as she cheerfully
trotted to the bathroom to clean up.


School now had become a comfortable and familiar place to the little
preteen girlslave. Perhaps too comfortable. One day, while watching her
young master practice his fencing, she realized that they were all
alone, and that hardly anyone ever bothered them while they were in the
fencing room. When he stopped to sit down and rest for a minute, she sat
on his lap, and began to bounce up and down, blow in his ear, and
generally behave in an adorably annoying way. Soon he could stand it no
longer, and he unceremoniously turned her over his knee and gave her a
brisk businesslike spanking. WAP! WAK! "OOH! AAAH!" she cried with each
swat. Then he sat her up facing away from him and proceeded to spank her
directly on her little unfledged girlcleft! SWAP! SWAK! "AAAAA!
O-O-O-O!" she nearly screamed. He probed her abused cleft and, finding
her wet, he lubricated his finger with her little-girl juice and then
probed her in both apertures at once, wrenching moan after tortured moan
from her, until finally she came, yipping and crying out, as he pinched
and twisted her little nipples.

 From then on, they regularly used the fencing room for some private
punishment. All went well until one day, when the young master was right
in the middle of whipping his little preteen slave directly on her
unfledged girlcleft. WAP! WAK! "AAAAA! OOOOOH!" she moaned and cried
out. Unbeknownst to the lovebirds, Anna had wandered by on some errand
for Moose. She peeked in the door and saw the action! She stared,
enchanted for a moment, and then quietly shut the door, and proceeded on
to Moose, her thoughts filled with anticipation of the punishment she
hoped to get at his hands that night. It was a good thing she passed by!

The pretty little preteen was nearly ready to climax when the door
suddenly opened, and in strode the rowdies! There were four of them.
They had been bored, and finally worked up enough nerve to beard the
young man in his den, as it were. They were surprised and maliciously
delighted with what they found! They whistled and hooted at the sight of
the young girl hastily pulling down her skirt over her bottom and
girlcleft and shrinking back in panic. They gathered round the young man
with faux joviality, acting as if it was a given that they would
participate in the little girl's punishment. As she shrank into a
corner, they ordered their girlslaves to guard her. Things would have
gone ill, except...

The door flung open, and in swaggered Moose and Anna! She had noticed
the rowdies going by and, fearing mischief, had followed them until she
saw them go in the fencing room. Then she ran for Moose!

Moose sent Anna over to the little girl with a quick swat on her bottom.
Anna roughly pushed her way past the other girlslaves, saying, "Excuse
me, oh, I'm terribly sorry, did I step on your foot? So sorry!" She
quickly gathered the grateful young girl up and took her over to a
bench, sat down with her, and said, "Don't worry, sweetheart, just watch
our boys take care of these jerks!" And they soon did. Moose grabbed two
swords off the wall, tossed one to Carl, and they both advanced on the
young toughs. The rowdies shrank back, and were quickly chased out of
the room, pursued by the flat of the swords on their backsides! Their
girlslaves followed after with the same treatment. 

Carl flung down his sword and raced over to his little girlslave and
caught her up in his arms. She clung to him, shivering now with release
of tension. "Shhh, Shhh, it's all right now," he said. Moose put his arm
around Anna and said, "Ya done good, kid!" She looked up at him and
grinned. 

One day the little girlslave was feeling out-of-sorts. She didn't really
know why. Her master asked her to do something for her, a simple
request, perhaps to fetch some item off his desk. She just snapped at
him, "Why don't you do it yourself?!" Then she gasped in horror at what
she had done. He was astonished, too. Before he could even say anything,
or look sternly or sorrowfully at her, she rushed over to him, crying,
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry! Please, please, won't you forgive me? I
don't know what I was thinking!" She was sobbing so piteously that all
traces of irritation with her vanished, and he swept her up in his arms
lovingly. But she kept crying for a while. Soon she pulled back a bit
and looked him in the eye. "I should be punished for that, shouldn't I?"
"If you like," he replied, grinning. "No, I mean REALLY punished. Not
just for fun. Don't you think I should be?" He thought for a while, then
slowly nodded. 

He put her down, then kissed her forehead tenderly. Then he ordered her
to lie down on the bed. He had never tied her up before, but he decided
to do it this time. He stretched her out face down on the bed, a thick
bolster under her hips to elevate her bottom, her wrists and ankles tied
gently but securely to the four corners of the bed. He told her sternly
that she had been disrespectful, and she needed to be punished. She just
said, "Yes, Sir," meekly. Without further ado he began.

He started with a firm spanking, about as hard as the hardest spanking
he had ever given her. WAP! SWAP! She moaned with each spank, "Oooo!
Aaaah!"  Then he spanked her even harder, and harder! Soon she was
crying out and even struggling a little bit. Once he had judged that her
bottom was red enough (and his hand stinging enough!) he reached for the
ruler. He spanked her with the ruler first on one cheek, then the other.
Then he reached into the box and brought out a new implement, a tawse.
When he brought the leather straps down across her bottom, she couldn't
believe how it stung. SWAPPP! "AAAA!" she cried out again and again as
he repeatedly whipped her with the ancient tool. Then he untied her and
retied her on her back. He took the crop and brought it down sharply
onto her nipples, not playfully this time, but judging her punishment by
her cries and the redness of her little-girl breasts. SWAK! SWAP! "OOOO!
AH!AH!AH!" she nearly screamed with each stroke. 

He turned her over again, and tied her up with her bottom up in the air.
He took a groove strap out of the box and commenced to whip her directly
on her little rosebud, the lips of her vulva, and her clitoris. By now
she was sobbing, and wailing, and begging him to stop, that she'd be
good, she'd never "sass" him again. As if in answer he simply mounted
her from behind and, disdaining her girlcleft, raped her unmercifully in
her just-punished anus, each thrust causing her to jerk and spasm. He
did not let her come. He did not even deign to spill his seed inside
her. Instead he pulled out and poured it onto her buttocks. Then he left
her tied there, sobbing and weeping. 

After a while he came back, untied her, and held her, still sobbing, on
his lap. He kissed her and kissed her. Then he whispered in her ear, "I
forgive you." She flung her arms around his neck and clung to him for a
long time as her sobs died away. And she never "sassed" him again,
either!



Some time later, shortly after he had just turned 18, the young man's
father unexpectedly passed away. Truth to tell, the boy was not terribly
upset. His father had been distant, and the young man held him
responsible for the way he had tricked Carl into sexually abusing Tammie
so long ago when she was only seven, even though it had turned out all
right ("in the end", so to speak!). This left the young man suddenly the
owner of a substantial architectural business (drafting talent ran in
the family). It also gave him new financial resources.

Shortly after the realization had set in that he was now "master of his
own fate", the young man became aware that his little preteen girlslave
was more somber than usual. He asked her if anything was wrong. The
little girl just sighed and said she missed her father and was worried
about him. He suddenly realized that now he had the resources to do
something about it. He told her that they would begin looking for him
right away. She jumped into his arms and flung her little arms around
his neck, hugging him like a little girl with her father. 

After a while she began to nuzzle into his neck. He kissed her forehead,
then her nose, then full on her little mouth. He put her down standing,
then ran his hand almost casually up and down her front, feeling her
little nipples through her thin shift, then pressing firmly onto her
little girlcleft. Her breath came short and her knees grew weak. He
decided to try something new. He got out a piece of equipment from the
box he'd never used before. There were two stands, and a length of wire
about like piano string that connected them. The wire was electrified,
with switches that were positioned such that, if a slavegirl's heels
were pressed firmly to the floor, the electricity would turn off.
Otherwise it would flow through the wire. He picked the little preteen
up and placed her straddling the wire. Then he adjusted the tension such
that it pressed firmly against her little clitoris, cleft, and anus. She
involuntarily lifted her heels off the floor to relieve the sensation of
the wire pressing severely onto her nakedness. But this of course
released the switch, so that the electricity flowed through her
clitoris, anus, and cleft! (ZZZZZ!) "AAAAH! O-O-O-OOOOO!" she cried out.
So she put her heels back down again, only to be punished by the wire
pressing so firmly into her. Up and down she went, moaning and crying
out, her breasts and buttocks jiggling prettily. Every now and then he
would take the crop and whip her thighs, breasts, or buttocks. 

When he finally felt she was ready, he whisked her off the wire and held
her up in the air, her back against the wall. He brought her down
forcefully onto his rod, piercing and penetrating her little abused
girlcleft, bringing her to a near-screaming orgasm with a few hard
thrusts. Then he unexpectedly pulled out of her, spun her around, and
wrapped his arms around her from behind, holding her thighs flexed up
against her belly. Then he brought her little-girl rosebud into contact
with his manhood. He let her just feel him touching her there for a
moment, as she strained backwards towards him, desperate to continue her
punishment-rape. Finally he deigned to enter her again, burying his hard
rod nearly to the hilt with each thrust, bringing sob after sob to her
lips, until she cried out and came again, just as he climaxed, pouring
his hot seed into her bottom-flower.

When she quit moaning and sobbing, he carried her gently to the shower.
They needed it!

The next day they began the search. He hired detectives to trace her
father. They picked up the trail, but soon found that he had moved out
of his old home just recently. Apparently his money had nearly run out,
since he had lost his job through the machinations of the young man's
father. They found out that he had moved to the very city that the young
man's home was in, but there they lost him.

In the meantime, the young man was preparing what he would say and do if
and when they ever did find her father. He wanted to be able to explain
the situation to him, somehow, and try to make up  for what his father
had done to him.

In reality, her father was tracking them, instead! He had tried to work
for a while, in hopes that he could build up the resources to do
something about his daughter's plight, but when that became impossible,
he set his plans in motion before all his resources were exhausted.

He wanted to sneak into the house, armed, locate his daughter, and
spirit her away. He knew it would be difficult, but he didn't realize
the level of security at the house the young man had inherited from his
father. He was caught before he even got through the door. He made such
a ruckus about being the girl's father that the guards decided to inform
the young master before turning him over to the authorities.

"Excuse me, sir," a guard said as he poked his head into the young man's
study. "There's been an attempted break-in." "Great Scott!" exclaimed
the boy, "Did you catch him?" "Yes, we have him right here. We weren't
sure, but we thought you might want to talk to him first." "Why on earth
would I want to do that?" the boy inquired. "He says he's the little
girl's father," the guard replied apologetically. "What? Bring him right
in!" the lad replied.

They ushered him into the office, and showed the boy the pistol they had
taken from him. He took it thoughtfully and placed it on his desk. "Sit
down, please," he asked the older man. "Do you want us to stay here?"
the guard asked. "No, we'll be all right," the young man said.

He hardly knew what to say to him. Actually, he had nearly everything he
wanted to say written out, along with some other things, in a packet he
had planned to give her father, anyway. So he just handed it to him and
said, "Please, just read this first."

In the packet was a letter explaining everything that had happened: how
Carl's father had tricked him into abusing the professor's daughter when
she was only seven; how the young man regretted that, and was distraught
at first that she was given to him as a slave. How he had no sexual
contact with her until she asked him to. That he adored the professor's
daughter and longed to be with her. That they were married. 

The packet also contained papers detailing the reinstatement of the
professor's teaching position, with full tenure. The repurchase of his
house. Money to begin life again.

When the professor finished reading, he was in a daze. The boy explained
further: although he greatly desired the girl's company, he thought that
she should go home with her father, at least for a while, until the
professor and his daughter had a chance to talk things over.

Having said all this, the boy handed the gun back to the professor,
stood back, and waited. At first a spasm of anger passed over his face.
He halfway raised the gun. Then he let it fall to his side, shaking his
head. He put the gun down gently on the desk, and said, "I'd like to see
my daughter now, please."

The boy rang for someone to fetch the pretty preteen. She came in the
room , saw her father, and screamed, "Daddy!" and leaped into his arms.
The boy slipped out of the room.

She put up quite a fuss at first, but eventually it was agreed: she was
to go and stay with her father for a month. After that, she could come
back to the boy if she wanted to. They parted tearfully. The girl felt
so torn.

It was predictable, of course. The professor thought more and more about
what the boy had written, and said, and done; his obvious gallantry,
sense of duty, and gentility. His daughter could barely stop talking
about the young man, and how good he was to her, and how much she loved
him, and was happy with him. She invited her father to come and stay
with them. Possibly what clinched it was how  well she was doing in her
studies under the young man's tutelage. In the end, it only took two
days before the professor arrived at the young man's house, his daughter
in tow. His clothes and other items were brought over the next day.

He was given a suite of rooms (on the other side of the house, of
course. Sound carries!). He tried to stay out of their way, but they
sought him out, the girl to hang on his arm and just spend time with
him, the boy often to ask his advice in dealing with business matters.
It was a little hard at first for him to get used to the idea that his
daughter, while still a preteen, was wearing a slave shift, and very
likely being stripped, spanked, whipped, and raped on a nightly basis.
But he did. And now, if he hears a spank, or the "snap" of a whip,
followed by his little preteen daughter's cry of anguish and delight, he
just smiles. And then there's that pretty 20-year-old who used to be the
boy's father's slavegirl, as well as a few others, all left quite bereft
since his death. Perhaps he really should take the boy up on his offer
to have any one of them he wants.

The End
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