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Story_codes: M/g ped (10) bdsm spanking "incest" "rape" rom 

 

Arranged Marriage 

Written by cc 


"I've gotta leave early this afternoon, Jim," said  Mr. Miller to his 
younger assistant. "Would you mind watching Emily for a while? I`ll be back 
at the end of the day to pick her up." Mr. Miller's ten-year-old daughter 
had been spending the day with him at the office. Emily was usually somewhat 
shy; a slender and pretty little preteen. 

"Sure, Mr. Miller," said Mr. Green to his friend and boss, "What's happening 
this afternoon? And how come you can't just take Emily home first?" 

Mr. Miller replied, "I have to meet with the Osmond people about the new 
contract, and you know how long that's liable to take. My wife's down with 
that flu, and Emily's been kinda getting on her nerves lately, and I'd like 
to give her a rest. You know Emily's always taken to you like a favorite 
uncle, so I'd rather leave her with you, if that's OK. She's a pretty good 
girl, but she has been getting a little big for her britches lately. If she 
gives you any trouble, just give her a good hard spanking, on any part of 
her you can reach, and I mean any!" With that, Mr. Miller left the office. 

Ever since Mr. Green had come to work for her father, he had became quite 
friendly with the Mr. Millers. He was often invited over for supper. He 
started going to their church. During their time together, Emily had 
developed quite a  crush on  him, though she admitted it to no one. But her 
parents could tell, and they encouraged the relationship, hoping it would 
blossom into more, someday. 

She had heard the entire exchange between her father and Green. She stomped 
up to him, quite irate, and said, "You wouldn't dare spank me!" 

"You can think what you want, little missy," Green replied, "Just don't give 
me any trouble!" Emily stormed off, determined to test him. 

It wasn't long before she had managed to nearly ruin a month's work that was 
lying on one of the work tables, not yet put away. Green had already warned 
her away from it, but she persisted in trying to look through the papers, 
and had succeeded in nearly crumpling them badly enough to require redoing. 

Green grabbed her by the arm and said, "That does it, little missy, you've 
gone too far, and now you're going to get it!" He pulled her down over his 
lap, and, tossing up her skirt, began to spank her through her thin white 
cotton panties. She struggled and yelped, but to no avail. He held her down 
firmly, and continued her punishment. 

He paused for a moment, and she thought surely he was done. But he only 
grabbed the hem of her panties, and pulled them down to her knees!. Now her 
trim little bottom was exposed to a man's eyes, and he wasn't even her 
father! She squirmed with embarrassment, and then squirmed even more, and 
moaned and cried out, as he continued her spanking, now directly upon her 
bare bottom. (WAP! SMAK!) "Oh, Oh, OOOOH!" she cried out again and again as 
his hard hand punished her. 

All this was quite tormenting for her. Her father had not spanked her for 
awhile, since she was getting somewhat older. And to have another man handle 
her in this way made her feel very ashamed. Yet deep down there was also a 
certain excitement at having Mr. Green spanking her. She had even fantasized 
about something like this, alone, at night, in her bed, her hand straying 
towards her little girlcleft... 

Suddenly Green picked her up off his lap, spun her around, and sat her down 
on his knees, facing away from him. He pulled on her shoulders so that she 
was leaning back against him. He spread her thighs apart and began to spank 
her directly upon her girlcleft! (WAK! SWAK!) "AAAAAA! O-O-O-O-O!" She cried 
out wildly as his hard hand punished her girlhood so thoroughly. After about 
twenty smacks on her cleft, he threw her back over his lap, but instead of 
resuming her spanking as before, he held her bottom cheeks apart with one 
hand, and commenced to devote strict attention to her tender, delicate anus, 
raining spank after spank down onto this most sensitive part of a little 
girl's anatomy. . She was so distracted by the punishment of her 
bottomflower that she scarcely noticed his other hand sliding underneath her 
and seizing her girlcleft, pinching and twisting the lips and clitoris, 
except to feel a rising wave coming over her, that soon  had her yelping and 
bucking, as  she cam!
e, and came, even as he continued to spank her little rosebud. 

When it was over, he let her off his lap with a last smack on her bottom. 
She scurried off, sobbing and rubbing her abused bottom and cleft, and 
hurriedly pulled up her panties. When her father returned, Green met him at 
the door. "Well," he said, "You were right; she is quite a handful these 
days! I did end up giving her a spanking. You might think it was a little 
unusual, but you did say to spank her anywhere I could reach. I'll give you 
all the details if you want..." 

"No, no; that's OK. I'm sure she deserved whatever you gave her! I know 
she'll complain to me about it, but she'll get no sympathy from me; in fact, 
I'll probably give her another one myself," said the girl's father. And with 
that he marched into the office, found the little girl, and proceeded to 
bend her under his arm, toss up her skirt, pull down her panties, and 
deliver smack after smack to her all-ready-spanked bottom, as she squealed 
and cried out piteously, "OH! OH! Oh, Daddy, please! AAAH!" 

A few months passed... 

After her special spanking by her "Uncle" James, Emily had behaved herself 
for some time. She also had developed a habit of masturbating at night, 
remembering her punishment in a confused welter of dread, anxiety, and 
excitement as she rubbed her little clitoris and came in her bed. 

After some time, however,  her misbehavior began to creep back. Meanwhile, 
her mother's "flu" had turned out to be somewhat more serious; not 
life-threatening, but a debilitating disease that left her unable to cope 
effectively with her daughter's infractions. With her husband gone at the 
office most days, the situation was becoming very strained. She and her 
husband discussed it one night: 

"Dear, we've got to do something about Emily!" her mother said. 

"I know, but what?" he replied. "She's getting too big for me to decently 
punish her, and you can't." 

"Well, I've been thinking about it, and I've got an idea. You know that new 
punishment salon downtown?" 

"You can't be serious! That's a sexual punishment place! We'd be exposing 
her to fornication!" 

"Now hold your horses, don't you think I know that? Hear me out. I heard 
about this from another family at church.  You remember Jennifer? The one 
Emily used to hang out with in Sunday School?" 

"Sure. Weren't her parents having a hard time with her, too? They were 
having trouble getting her to come to church. I notice she hasn't been 
coming at all lately; I guess they gave up." 

"No, they didn't give up, and she's still going to church; she's going to 
another one across town, now. But let me tell you what they did..." 

Mother and Father didn't tell Emily where they were going; they only told 
her that it was going to be a "surprise". They pulled up outside a building; 
it was nondescript, with no markings identifying it to the girl. Two young 
women came out to greet them. "Go with these girls, Emily; they're going to 
get your surprise started. We`ll see you a little later," her mother told 
her. Emily unsuspectingly went with the ladies, one in front and one behind. 

Emily walked with them through a short passage and into a plain room. There 
were two pillars in the room, and a small raised platform between them. They 
led her up to the platform, each one gently holding her hand. As she stepped 
up onto the platform, suddenly the women, with a quick, practiced motion, 
wrapped padded velcro straps around her wrists. As she stared at her wrists 
in astonishment, and before she had a chance to even complain, they had done 
the same thing to her ankles. Then without a word they left the room. 

Emily found herself standing on the platform, wrists and ankles fastened to 
what she discovered to be thin but strong chains leading to the two pillars 
beside her. She could move some, but she could not get off the platform. She 
pulled at her bonds for a moment, testing them, then realized her 
predicament. She began to call out, "Hey! What's going on?! Let me go! I 
wanna get out of here. Hey, somebody!" There was no response. A little more 
frantically she began to exclaim, "Let me outta here! I want my mommy and 
daddy! Help, help!" 

"Emily," said a deep voice from behind her. She craned her neck to see a man 
stepping out of a dark alcove into the room light. He was tall, and there 
was a familiar air about him, but he had a mask on, and his clothes were 
strange. He looked, had she but known it, somewhat like an Elizabethan 
gentleman would have looked, complete with a large codpiece, an item of 
apparel which certainly captured her attention. 

She called out, "Who are you? What's going on? Let me go, oh please, let me 
go! I want my mommy and daddy! 

He knelt down beside her and began to speak gently to her. "Emily, your 
mommy and daddy brought you here to me. They know exactly what's going on. 
And you'll see them again very soon. No one is going to harm you here. 
Emily, I love you. I know that sounds strange, but I do. You are the most 
precious beautiful little girl I know. You're also very sweet, but I know 
you've been having some problems with your behavior lately. That's why 
you're here. 

"You know your mommy hasn't been feeling well lately. I'm afraid she's not 
going to get much better real soon. It's not dangerous, but it does make it 
hard for her to handle you, especially when you've been so naughty lately. 
So after thinking it over carefully, your mom and dad decided to give you to 
me. Now you're mine; I will protect you and raise you like my daughter, love 
you and cherish you like my wife, and punish you and use you like my slave." 

"Whaaat!" she cried, "No, no, that can't be! My mommy and daddy wouldn't..." 

"Emily," he said firmly but gently, "Listen to me: they did do that. Look at 
this..." With that a curtain slid aside on the wall in front of her, 
revealing a large TV screen. A video began, showing her parents speaking to 
the camera: 

"Emily," her mother said on the screen, "I know this is hard for you to 
accept, but you belong to this man now. It's too hard for your father and me 
to take care of you and discipline you properly, and we know that he will 
love you very much, and he will make you behave yourself! He is legally your 
husband now. (With that, the man pulled a paper out of his pocket and showed 
it to the girl; it read "Marriage Certificate", and had his name and 
signature, and her name and her parents' signatures on it. She gaped at it 
in disbelief.) Don't worry, honey. It'll all be for the best. We'll come to 
see you often, and you can come see us, too, whenever your new husband says 
it's OK. He told us he'll be glad to take you to see us frequently. But 
you'll need to behave yourself. 

"Now he's going to punish you, because you've been very naughty lately. He's 
going to punish you a lot, and in some ways you've never been punished 
before. So behave yourself; he can always punish you more! We love you, 
honey. Bye!" And the screen blanked out. 

She looked up at him with tears welling up in her eyes. He took a soft 
handkerchief from his pocket and gently dried them. Then he kissed her on 
her forehead, and her eyelids, her glabella, and the tip of her nose. As he 
did so, and she breathed in his scent, deep down inside her there was a 
realization, not yet conscious, of who he was. A certain sense of calm and 
trust  began to build in her. Outwardly she was still fearful, or thought 
she should be, but instead of actual fear, there was anxiety about her 
coming punishment, anxious curiosity about her life as his slave/child/wife, 
and a certain barely conscious sense of...excitement at the prospect of 
being punished by him. 


Story2: But, almost without thinkiing, she naturally launched into another 
protest, "Oh, Mister, please! Please let me go! I promise I'll be good! 
Please, please..." 

"Emily!" he said, more sternly, stopping her protests short, "You had plenty 
of opportunities to behave yourself before now, but you didn't. Now you're 
going to have to be punished. 

"From now on you will call me `Sir'. If you are talking about me with 
someone else, you will call me your Master. You will obey me always. If you 
don't, you will be punished. Sometimes I'll punish you just because I want 
to." 

"No, no, I won't! You can't do that to me! I won't call you..." she began, 
but she was cut short as he brought his hand down sharply onto her bare 
thigh, SMACK! "Ow!" she cried out. 

"During your punishments, you will not say `No' or `Don't' or `Stop'," he 
commanded. "You may say `Please' and `Sir', and you may cry and make noise, 
but you may not say `Ow' or `Hurts'. Let's try again." 

SMACK! He brought his palm down sharply onto her bare thigh. "OW!" she cried 
out even louder, "Don't, that hurts!" 

"Emily," he spoke more sternly, and lifted her chin up to look into her 
eyes, "Listen carefully: don't say `Ow' or `Hurts' or `Don't'. Since you 
choose to disobey me, I'm going to have to punish you more severely." With 
that, he proceeded  to rain a series of sharp openhanded spanks onto the 
front of her bare thighs. WAP-WAP-WAP-WAP! 

"OW-OW-OW!" she cried, then, as he looked sternly at her and smacked her 
thighs even more severely, "I mean AH! Oh, please Sir! AAAH!" 

"That's better, young lady," he said. "Now we can proceed with your 
punishment." 

"Oh, but please Sir! Oh, please!" she begged, but he moved around behind 
her, pulled a peach switch down from where it hung on the wall, and 
proceeded to apply it again and again to the backs of her bare thighs, SWAK! 
SMAK! 

"AAA! OOO! AAAH!" she cried out as she felt the sting on her thighs. "Oh, 
please, Sir, OOO!" Then he began to switch her on the front of her bare 
thighs, WAP! SWAK! "AAA! O-O-O-O! Oh, please-please-please, Sir! AAAAAH!" 
she cried out. As he kept on whipping her,  almost against her will her 
thoughts kept straying to the time she was spanked so soundly by her "Uncle" 
James, when he'd spanked her even on her... while he held and rubbed her on 
her... 

Her mind spun away from such thoughts as her  punishment continued. He 
tossed the switch away. He stood before her, just off the platform. Though 
her head still barely came up to his chin despite the added height of the 
platform, her groin was now level with his.  Stepping up to her, he reached 
both arms around her and slid them up her thighs, under her skirt, and then 
plunged them down inside her lacy panties, seizing the cheeks of her bottom 
in each hand. She gasped in surprise. She felt him pull her firmly against 
him, so that her little unfledged mound was pressed hard through her panties 
against the hard rod in his codpiece.
He proceeded to knead and work her bottom, pressing the cheeks together 
firmly, then suddenly pulling them up and apart, stretching the tender place 
between her legs, such that, if her panties were not still in place, her 
anus would be exposed to view. Now she could not help but think of that time 
when she was spanked right on her anus, as her clitoris was rubbed so 
fiercely, and she... Through the welter of memory and emotion, her attention 
focused now on her anus, now on her little cleft, breathing in his scent, 
she came to a sudden realization, unable to help thinking back to the time 
when  she was spanked on her anus and brought to a come by her... 

"'Uncle' Ja...!" she began to cry out, both excited and relieved. But he 
quickly stopped her in mid-cry by fastening his lips tenderly but firmly to 
hers. 

He broke off briefly to whisper, "Not yet, little missy!"  Then he resumed 
the kiss, long and sweet, but not deep, almost chaste, if it were not for 
his simultaneous attentions to the intimacies of her sweet little-girl body. 

Finally he broke it off, as she swayed in her bonds, eyes half-closed, with 
a nearly dreamy smile on her lips.  He looked down on her with tender 
regard. "Little Missy, " he began, "Here's the deal. I love you. You are the 
most gorgeous sweet little girl in the world. I would love to spend the rest 
of my life with you. But I'm going to leave it up to you. We're married, but 
we haven't consummated it yet. Do you know what that means?" She shook her 
head shyly.  "Do you know what it means to 'make love', to 'have sex'?" he 
asked. She nodded slowly. "When a husband and wife first make love, that 
'consummates' the marriage. Until then they're not officially married. That 
means we could stop right now, I could send you home to your parents, and we 
would not be married. Your parents could get it annulled, which means 
cancelled. 

"But if we do that, then I must tell you: it would be too hard on me to have 
to see you and not be able to hold you, and punish you, and rape you. I'd 
have to go away. But if you want, that's what we'll do. 

"But if you're willing, then we'll go on with your punishment, and  by the 
end of it we'll be married officially, and we'll go home together and be 
together always," he finished, then waited for her reply. 

She lowered her head for a few moments, then looked shyly up at him and 
said, "I want to be yours, Sir." 

He was so overcome, he could barely speak for a few moments. Then he wrapped 
his arms around her and whispered in her ear, "You've made me the happiest 
man alive, little missy!" Then he stepped back and looked at her 
quizzically. "Do you think you could hold still for the rest of your 
punishment? I'd rather have you untied and submit to it willingly," he 
opined. 

"I-I'll try, Sir," she stammered nervously. 

"That's my girl! Now let's get you loose," he said as he undid her wrist 
cuffs. Then he released her ankles, and caught her up, lifting her off the 
floor and holding her in his arms for a long, sweet hug. Then he set her on 
her feet, bent her under his arm, pulled down her panties, and proceeded to 
give her a brisk, businesslike spanking on her bare bottom, SMAK, SMAK, 
SMAK! 

"Oh! Ah! Ooo!" she cried out as he smacked her bottom again and again. Then 
he stood her up, and her panties fell to her ankles. He made her step out of 
them. Then he pulled her blouse off. She wore no bra, being only ten, so her 
little breasts were immediately exposed. She blushed prettily. He seized 
each breast, kneading her little breast buds,  pinching  and twisting her 
nipples as she gasped and moaned, "Ssss! Aaaah!" Then he snatched a riding 
crop off the wall where it hung, and brought it down sharply across her 
little breasts WAP! Again and again he whipped her on her nipples and little 
breast buds.  She cried out wildly, "AAAAA! O-O-O-O-O-OH! Oh, but please, 
Sir, PLEASE!" as she writhed and moaned. 

He put her in the knee-chest position on the divan and stripped her of her 
skirt, leaving her only in her calf socks and saddle shoes. She was now 
blushing deeply, thoroughly embarrassed at the thought that, at only ten 
years old, her anus and little girlcleft were so fully exposed to a grown 
man's avid gaze. He didn't give her long to consider her position, though. 
Seizing a flat plastic ruler, her brought it up sharply again and again 
directly onto her clitoris, vulva, and anus, WAPP! SWAK! SMAK! "AAAAAAAA! 
OH-OH-OH-OH! OH SIR! AAAAAAAAH!" she nearly screamed. 

He fingered and pinched her tender delicate anus for a moment, then went to 
an alcove and retrieved an ice dildo from the freezer there. It was ridged 
and fairly thick. With one hand he thrust it firmly deep into her anus, 
while with the other he seized and molested her clitoris. She wailed and 
yelped as he raped her little-girl anus with the ice dildo. Meanwhile that 
hot wave built and built from her clitoris to her anus. Soon she was bucking 
and sobbing as she came and came from the intensity of her punishment. 

While she was still sobbing and shuddering, he lubricated her rosebud and 
firmly thrust his rod into her bottom-flower. She screamed out loud as he 
thrust again and again into her, stretching her tender tissues, raping her 
of the maidenhood of her already-abused anus. She was so tight that in no 
time he was spilling his seed into her rectum as she cried out in anguished 
passion. 

After her sobs died down to the occasional sniffle, he withdrew. He swept 
her up in his arms and kissed her through her tears. He carried her to a 
shower that adjoined the chamber. Soon he was thoroughly scrubbing her most 
intimate parts with a rough terry washcloth: nipples, vulva, anus. She 
squirmed involuntarily away from his ministrations, so he said, severely, 
"Hold still, little Missy!" and, pressing her front against the cold tile 
wall, he spanked her wet bottom, cleft, clitoris, and anus again and again. 
She jumped and moaned. Then he resumed washing her, and she held still, 
though she trembled and whimpered like the little girl she was as he paid 
strict attention to her tender delicate anus, cleftlips, and clitoris. Then 
he rinsed her off with the hard needle spray, lifted her out, and dried her 
with a rough towel, rubbing her nipples and cleft vigorously as she moaned. 

He carried her back to the divan and laid her on her back. He began to kiss 
her: forehead, eyelids, glabella, sweet little mouth, neck, then her chest. 
He spent some time sucking and biting her nipples as she trembled and 
yipped. Then he moved down her belly, pausing to kiss  her little jewel of a 
navel, then blow a raspberry into it, making her giggle. He slid on down and 
down, until suddenly he was there, seizing her clitoris in a long bite 
between tongue and teeth that almost made her swoon. 

Soon he knew she was as ready as she'd be. He raised up, inserted the head 
of his rod into her little unfledged girlcleft, and thrust in, burying 
himself almost to the hilt in the little preteen, raping her of her 
maidenhead with one swift stroke. "AAAAAAH!" she screamed and nearly fainted 
from the overwhelming punishment in her cleft, already smarting from her 
previous abuse.  He just held her tightly for a while, nuzzling her silky 
hair, while her sobs died away to the occasional sniffle. Then he began to 
thrust in and out of her, long and slow at first, then fast and hard. Her 
cries became louder and more anguished as he raped her, pinning her to the 
divan with each stroke, driving for her cervix. She screamed again and came 
wildly, but even after her orgasm subsided, he continued to methodically 
rape her, forcing her tender unfledged girlcleft to endure even more sexual 
punishment until he finally deigned to pour his seed into her little vagina. 

After he had spent himself in her preteen sex, he picked her up as he stood, 
his rod still buried in her cleft, and held her for a long time as she 
burned and murmured, almost sleepily. After a while he withdrew gently, 
shifted her until she was lying in his arms  like the little girl she was. 
He carried her to his car and took her home. 

And they lived happily ever after. 


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