VISIT TO PP3

BY NAP

[ part 4 ]

Note: This story is a fantasy for adults only. The author utterly condemns any form of actual abuse – physical, sexual, psychological and emotional – to any person of any age.

 

“Oh please sir! Please don’t do anything to me!” Ellerie begged with a whining wail.

The beautiful eleven-year-old Californian girl was suspended from her cuffed wrists from the long gallery in my villa at PP3. Alongside her were three other victims similarly strung up with only their toes just touching the floor. All were naked. The other three – the nine-year-old Cambodian, Chantou; the ten-year-old French girl, Ophelie; and the eleven-year-old Russian, Anastasia – had all been the objects of my sexual quirks. Only Ellerie remained unmolested. Now I had decided to select her for my pleasure – hence her entreaty.

“Fetch her down,” I ordered my pretty sixteen-year-old aide. Julie obediently lowered the suspending rope and then unattached it from Ellerie’s cuffs. The American girl continued to plead agitatedly.

“Silence!” I shouted. “You are required to speak only in answer to a direct question. You have disobeyed before. You shall be punished.”

Ellerie opened her pretty mouth to appeal against this decision, but obviously thought better of it and just stood tearfully dejected instead, perhaps hoping that her mute supplication might soften my heart. No chance of that – or of it softening any other part either, quite the reverse!

Ellerie was very beautiful, certainly the most conventionally attractive of my four captives, although the other three were just as lovely to me. She was also the most mature physically, although that is not saying a lot as even she was only just entering puberty. But even at this young age, she had a perfectly proportioned, though miniature, figure with cute little breasts, a small waist and recently broadened hips. Her calves were slim but her thighs expanded roundly from knee to groin. Here was the most obvious sign of residual physical immaturity as her quim remained as bald as a billiard ball. But if her body was stunning her face was gorgeous. Below glossy waves of rose-gold, shoulder length hair, Ellerie had an ideal heart shaped face with large bright eyes and small dimpled chin.

I considered what to do to her. Although it seemed a shame to blemish such perfection, I knew that I would use corporal punishment to chastise her. Not only was this simple and effective, it was also appropriate for a child, would have an immediate impact not only on her, but also on the other three and, most importantly, would give me a great deal of pleasure. But what to use? I had a large range of implements at my disposal including an assortment of sizes and shapes of paddles such as were once used in American homes and schools. I also had canes of various lengths and weight that had been the ultimate deterrent in English schools in a foregone era. But although I knew there would come a time when I would put all these instruments to good use on the bottoms of my victims, for now I decided to choose a plimsoll – the good old school gym slipper that was the regular teachers’ standby in Britain for most of the twentieth century. This would give a salutary and – for me – very satisfactory sting, and would redden the skin very prettily, but should not leave any unsightly marks or bruises.

I told Julie to fetch a table that stood against one wall. When she had complied, I told her to tie Ellerie’s ankles to two of the legs. Julie did so, stretching the girl’s own legs widely in the process. I then told my aide to remove Ellerie’s cuffs and instead to tie her wrists to the legs at the other two corners so that she was bent across the flat tabletop. Ellerie began to sob more earnestly now as realised the obvious purpose of these preparations.

I must say that Ellerie looked absolutely charming stretched helplessly over the table with her well-rounded bottom perfectly positioned for a sound slippering and her bald slit exposed between her widely parted thighs. I went over to a large cabinet that I knew held all the disciplinary implements a man might need. Ellerie anxiously twisted her head to follow my movements, worrying as to what I might select for her punishment. I took my time – emotional tension is almost as great a torment as physical pain. I picked up various straps, paddles and canes, before I looked at the plimsolls. These were of an assortment of sizes ranging from childrens’, through teenagers’ and women’s to several men’s right up to the British size thirteen, which looked enormous. I considered the matter: Ellerie’s bottom was well developed for an eleven-year-old, but it was far from big. I chose a woman’s size, taking it by the heel and hefting it in my right hand. It felt very comfortable there. I closed the cabinet and returned to my victim who was moaning, shaking and pulling futilely against her bonds.

I stepped to the right side of Ellerie’s bottom that was trembling in a most amusing way. It was sweetly round and pleasingly plump so I decided it could bear a sound slippering without suffering any great harm. Pain, of course, would be a different matter. I glanced at my other three young victims who were still strung up. They were staring wide-eyed as they awaited the chastisement of their companion. Julie was watching too, but whereas their faces showed fear, Julie’s showed gleeful anticipation. I had already realised that my teenage assistant had a taste for mild – and, perhaps, more than mild – sadism. Well, that was a good qualification for her present job.

I drew back my right hand and swung the slipper down hard against Ellerie’s bottom. She screamed as though I had branded her, and in a sense, I had, for across her bottom there was now the red imprint of the plimsoll’s rubber sole. I raised my arm a walloped her again. Another scream of even greater volume and higher pitch that the first. Clearly this Californian beauty was not used to being whacked. Well, she could scream her pretty, little head off for all I cared. If the noise became too strident for my comfort I could always gag her, but I preferred to let her yell. It added a certain atmosphere and doubtless acted on the nerves of the other three watching children.

I hit Ellerie a third time and a fourth. The clear lines marking the slipper’s first blow had disappeared as the subsequent marks overlaid it, so now Ellerie’s bottom was a blotchy mass of various shades of deep red. I continued to wallop her, taking my time between each loudly explosive crack of rubber against skin, so that every blow could be clearly imprinted on Ellerie’s mind as well as her tender flesh. Ellerie continued to scream, but the sound, though shrill, was not quite so raucous now as she ran short of breath. But I was confident that though the noise diminished, the pain increased.

At every slap of the slipper, Ellerie’s bottom cheeks flattened and quivering waves ran through the muscles down and along her thighs. If the whack was more to the right buttock, then the effect was more to that side and the same to the left. It really was very eye-catching.

When I had given Ellerie about a dozen hard whacks – not an unreasonable number I am sure you will agree – I paused. You will have guessed that Ellerie was howling her head off as though I had taken a bullwhip to her, but I let her bellow. I put the slipper down on the table next to her and ran my fingers over the inflamed cheeks of her bottom. Wow! They were hot! If that was the heat coming of the skin’s surface, how must they be burning for the girl herself? This pleased me. Soon I should return to adding fuel to this furnace, but in the meantime, I had another idea.

I moved my fingers over the sore skin and down between Ellerie’s thighs. Despite her present agony, Ellerie had enough sensitivity left to react as my fingers touched her quim. Unwelcome though my caress must have been, I am sure she preferred it to being spanked with the slipper. Tied and stretched wide as she was, it did not really matter what she thought about it anyway, and I freely felt her. She was dry and utterly unreceptive, so clearly pain was doing nothing to turn her on. Her bottom might be hot, but her cunt was not. Nonetheless, my fingering continued as I pressed on regardless. I pushed past her outer lips and investigated beyond the inner. She was damper here, the natural juiciness of a young girl, but still she was not sexually responsive at all. I continued to molest her anyway, but after some more unproductive probing, I began to lose interest and decided to return to punishing the ungrateful child.

Ellerie’s cries increased as my right hand left her hostile quim and reached again for the slipper. I whacked her hard again and again, deepening the colour of her bum to dark crimson. How the American brat roared! Music to my ears really. And to Julie’s, by the look of her. After another dozen or so smart, smarting smacks I stopped again.

“Julie,” I instructed my young assistant, “go and fetch down Chantou.”

The still naked teenager eagerly obeyed. I had noticed that while I had been beating Ellerie, my Right-Hand-Girl had been using her own right hand furtively to caress her cunt, a breach of propriety that would surely have to be punished too eventually. But for now, I had other things on my mind.

“Kneel behind Ellerie and lick her cunt,” I instructed Chantou. The Cambodian girl had little English but was adept at understanding what was required of her, especially as mostly these duties required her talented tongue. So she obligingly knelt behind Ellerie with her head between the Californian’s stretched thighs and stuck out her long, agile tongue and began to perform cunnilingus on the eleven-year-old American girl.

Ellerie was still howling loudly from the pain in her well-beaten bum, but I detected a twitching response to Chantou’s skilled tickling. I soon saw that her crimson bottom that had been squirming from burning hurt was now agitated by another warm sensation. I smiled to myself and allowed Chantou to slurp on. Despite Ellerie continuing to cry loudly, her bottom began to buck a little, as well as wriggle. The contrary confusion of messages from pounded nerve endings in her bum and sexually stimulated ones in her quim were bewildering her brain. Was she happy or sad? Or happy and sad? Was she in agony or ecstasy? Or in ecstatic agony?

I moved closer to Chantou and pulled her head back by tugging at the short, thick fringe of hair that encircled her round head. In place of her warmly tickling tongue, I put my determinedly probing finger. Ellerie reacted sharply to this unwelcome substitution, jerking away as much as she could – about a quarter of an inch!

This time my finger moved inside the American girl much more easily. Clearly, Chantou’s cunning skills had worked their magic. I ran my finger round the slick ring of her quim and her bottom bucked harder in reluctant reaction. I felt further inside her touching the responsive walls of her vagina, stroking them and feeling the reactive flooding passion of that agitated organ. I grinned to myself and put little Chantou back on the job. So we went on, turn and turn about until poor Ellerie was utterly bemused from her conflicting emotions.

Eventually, I decided to end Ellerie’s sexual torment for the time being as my own sexual torment began to become imperative. Accordingly, I tugged Chantou’s head away by simply pulling her ear and told Julie to tie the Cambodian back with the other girls, but to bring down Anastasia.

While Julie was occupied with this task, I walked round to the other side of the table and looked at Ellerie’s face. I have to admit that Ellerie was not looking quite so pretty now. Her eyes were puffy from crying and her flushed face was smeared with spit, snot, sweat and tears.

The little Russian looked nervous as she was released and Julie fetched her over. I told Julie to remove her wrist restraints. You will realise that what with one thing and another, my penis was pointing at the ceiling and the skin was stretched uncomfortably tight. Clearly, my cock thought it was about time it crowed and I had to agree with it. I positioned myself in front of Ellerie and bent slightly forward so that my weapon pointed straight between her eyes – as the old Westerns had it. Ellerie’s grey/green blue eyes went round with fear. I mimed to Anastasia to masturbate me. She got the message and put her long, slim fingers round my shaft and started to move her hand up and down. I do not know how many hand jobs the skinny Russian had done before – not many from her maladroit action, I’d guess – but it did not really matter as my overstretched cock was ready to cum in any case – it was more a question of holding back.while Anastasia got some practice in. My little girl jerked away as best she could while my knob threatened Ellerie with a deluge. She screwed up her face in revulsion and tightly shut her eyes.

“Keep your eyes wide open and don’t even blink,” I instructed her hoarsely. My self-control was starting to give way.

Ellerie opened her eyes, but her face flinched twitchingly. Anastasia was doing better now, her hand moving more to my own rhythm. I relaxed my willpower and allowed myself to shoot semen straight into Ellerie’s face. Despite my orders she could not help blinking, but I did not blame her for that as gobbets of sperm spat right into her eyes as well as splashing against her forehead, nose and cheeks.

“Urrgh!” Ellerie groaned in disgust as my hot seminal fluid hit her and ran in slimy rivulets towards the corners of her mouth and then dripped off her delicate chin. Poor Ellerie looked even worse now as spunk was added to the mess of mucous spread across her face.

Despite her messy appearance, I was still tempted to use Ellerie to relieve my sexual needs, but I decided to save her for another time when she was more presentable. Meanwhile, she could marinade till tender in her own juices. I told Julie to take Ellerie into the bathroom and clean her up. While Julie attended to the Californian girl, I put my left arm around the Russian child and pinched those surprisingly long nipples that sprouted in an otherwise almost flat chest. She squirmed from pain, but her nipples hardened. I put my right hand between her legs and stroked her slit. She was hot and wet, and opened to my touch. I smiled to myself as my finger slid into her. This was a girl of warm emotion. But once again, my finger found an obstacle and Anastasia jumped as her intact hymen was stretched. Surely it could not be that tough? I played with her a bit more until Julie returned with Ellerie, now looking cleaner, though still swollen eyed, and I told her to put both little girls back on their lines.

“Julie,” I said when she had completed this task and was back downstairs, “when I was slippering Ellerie, you were masturbating. What do you have to say for yourself?”

Julie blushed brightly. “Oh, sorry sir. I didn’t realise. I wasn’t thinking.”

“Then you had better concentrate in future,” I told my young assistant sternly. “You may masturbate in your own room, or when I order you to, or give you permission, otherwise, no touching. Understand?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good. And now perhaps six of the best will help to remind you.”

Julie blushed even brighter while I went to select a cane. I chose a long, whippy one, but not the heaviest in my collection. I swished this through the air and Julie flinched involuntarily. I ordered Julie to face away so that her bottom was towards the strung up girls and to bend and touch her toes keeping straight legs. This the athletic girl achieved without much difficulty, although it cannot have been the most comfortable position. And must have been quite humiliating in front of the little girls over whom she generally had control.

I stood to Julie’s left side and balanced the cane so that of rested on her cheeks. Julie had a very pretty bottom, though a little larger than is my ideal. I gave a couple of taps to concentrate my aim, then I drew my arm back and let fly with a whistling stroke that cut across the teenager’s buttocks and left a purply-red weal as she gasped. I let that one sink in and then gave her a second. Julie jumped and gasped again as another welt sprang up along the first. Another pause—and I gave her the third. She gave a stifled yip of pain as the third swelling streak ran at a slight angle to the other two. Julie’s bottom swayed from side to side as she fought the urge to straighten up and put her hands to the hurt. The cane flashed down again and a fourth crimson line sprang upon the pale skin. Julie gave a definite squeal this time and her bodily twitching became more violent. I left her to calm down before delivering a fifth sizzling stroke that had her yelp. It took a little while for her to resume a steady position, but when I was satisfied, I gave her a humdinger that made her yell. Wisely, she did not attempt to get up even though her punishment was ended. I left her for a few moments examining my handiwork on her bent bum. As I had intended, the strokes were roughly parallel apart from the third, but even that had not crossed any of the others. I thought there would still be marks in the morning and probably pain for longer, but no more permanent damage. I don’t mind sometimes seeing girls with bruised bums, but I thought my aide would look prettier with clear buttocks.

Finally, I allowed Julie to stand. She was not crying and she managed to keep her twitching hands by her sides and not put them on her sore bottom. She was a brave girl, but her punishment was no worse than that suffered by many English schoolgirls during the twentieth century.

“Julie,” I instructed after a few moments, “go and untie Ophelie and bring her to me.”

Julie obeyed with a demonstration of zeal presumably intended to reassure me of her devotion to duty. I was amused to see the muscles rippling in her striped bottom as she bounded up the stairs. She lowed the little French girl and then fetched her to me. Ophelie looked scared and her eyes kept flicking towards the cane, but although I did not intend to use this on her today, I did not bother to reassure her, preferring to let her stew a while.

“Ophelie,” I said sternly, “when you were sucking me off I told you to swallow all my juice, which you failed to do, so I am going to punish you.”

“Oh Monsieur, pardon—” For once the clever little French girl was distressed into starting to speak in French as the proximity of the cane preyed on her nerves, but she regained her courage and continued in English “Sorry sir, I tried to obey.”

“Next time you shall try harder,” I said firmly.

I sat down on a chair and told Ophelie to get across my knees – though more accurately it was my bare thighs the nude child was bent over. I rubbed my hand over her cute little bottom and felt the muscle move resiliently against my palm. I was going to enjoy spanking her. I raised my right hand and slapped down hard on her helpless little cheeks. I felt the sting in my palm and the imagined the corresponding, but considerably more severe sting in her bottom. I carried on spanking, taking my time, aiming every smack for maximum effect. Ophelie took the first eight to ten spanks surprisingly well, but after that the pain began to get to her and she started to wriggle and cry out. This pleased me and my penis, which had already reawakened as a result of caning Julie, now stretched its neck even further to pay attention to the increasingly energetic struggles of my new victim.

I pulled the struggling little French girl towards me so that as I spanked her, her squirming body would rub against my stiff prick. The effect was delightful and encouraged me to spank her even harder. I slapped her severely while she yelled loudly and her lovely little body stimulated my cock, heated by the blend of sensations. I became quite carried away, and it was with some surprise that I suddenly felt my testicles tighten and, unable to restrain myself, with a final flurry of slaps, I shot over Ophelie’s twisting body.

The orgasm had been unexpected, but none the less pleasurable for that. I told Julie to come and colleted the crying child and to wipe her nose for her before tying her back up with the other three. When this had been done, I told Julie to stand in a corner of the room facing the wall with her hands on her head. As I was myself now feeling rather weary, I settled back in an armchair with rather good claret and listened to some early English madrigals. I doubt whether this soothed the misery of my girls, but it certainly relaxed and restored me.

After about an hour, I felt ready to return to my little captives. I told Julie to leave her corner and to untie the four little girls, who must have been quite strained by now. Once they were all down, I told Julie to take off their wrist bonds and to put them through some vigorous exercises to loosen up their stiff muscles. I enjoyed watching their juvenile bodies as they bounded and bent, skipped and stretched. Once I was satisfied that their limbs were again flexible, I told them all to sit on a sofa opposite me with Julie in the middle and two of the younger girls on each side of her. Although four of the girls were far from grown, the sofa was not large so by the time all five bottoms were seated, it was a tight fit, with each pressed up against the next. From left to right I could see Anastasia, Chantou, Julie, Ellerie and Ophelie.

“OK girls,” I said cheerfully, “you four little ones don’t seem to have had much fun and you, Julie, seemed anxious to play with yourself earlier, so now is the chance for you all to get some satisfaction. Come on, all of you, open those legs wide and masturbate.”

They all looked unhappy at my command, but by now they knew better than to argue or implore, as either would simply bring painful punishment. Obediently, they stretched their legs apart, which being as close as they were meant they had to overlap, and then five right hands went down five crotches – four bald and one hairy – and they began to get to work. I thought about instituting a penalty for the last person to cum, just to encourage them, but I decided that it would only tempt them to fake an orgasm. In the event, they were already accustomed to do my will unhesitatingly and fingers moved with obvious urgency.

The little girls were also becoming conditioned to sexual responsiveness so their smooth lower lips soon parted at their touch and small fingers stroked and delved their damp interiors. Julie, being older, had a naturally powerful sexual urge, made even stronger by her part in abusing the girls. Her hairy snatch soon gaped wetly and her clitoris stood erect from its protecting hood as she manipulated it with her thumb while caressing her labia with her fingers. I could guess that she was embarrassed at masturbating in front of me and disliked being forced to perform alongside the girls she considered her inferiors, but once started I could see she was in the grip of her physical desires and performed with uninhibited enthusiasm.

Of the younger girls, Anastasia was the most obviously aroused. Her long slim legs were stretched wide, the left wrapped around the plumper brown leg of Chantou. The skinny Russian’s bony fingers worked away eagerly at her warm wet lips. Next to her, the nine-year-old Cambodian was also in the grip of her physical forces and her plump little cunt was plainly awakened. On the other side of Julie, even the reluctant American was responding to her own probing fingers. She squirmed her buttocks in excitement, which must have been painful after the sound slippering I had given her earlier. I suppose the same must have been true of Ophelie, my cool French intellectual, whom I had spanked. But she too was working away with apparently genuine zeal to judge from the slick lips of her open quim.

This conflict between physical craving and emotional aversion gave me great pleasure as I watched the hot young bodies reacting so passionately while their brains loathed the humiliation of their enforced response. I smiled: my young victims were bound as much by their inherent if immature sexuality as they were by my ropes.

All five were now very excited, their mouths slack, their eyes glazed and their cheeks flushed. Julie was the first to climax gasping, groaning and moaning loudly. Anastasia was next, and even more strident, screaming shrilly in Russian as she came. Chantou started to cum soon after that, though she was quieter, merely grunting and panting with pleasure. It took the other two, Ellerie and Ophelie, a little longer, and Julie had her second noisy orgasm before either of them reached her first. But in due course Ophelie began to shudder and sigh and then she arched her back and squealed “Oui! Oui! Oui!” as she swept over the brink of passion. This left Ellerie, but she did not fumble on alone as all the girls continued to finger themselves until I should order them to stop. Eventually the Californian came too, surprisingly passionately considering the long delay.

All this had uplifted the spirits of my penis once again. I told the girls to stop, regardless of how frustrating the interruption might be. I ordered Julie to string up Ophelie, Anastasia and Ellerie as they were before, but to leave Chantou for the moment. Once the three oldest girls were tied, I told Julie to tie Chantou’s hands behind her back and then to attach cuffs to her ankles. This done, I instructed my aide to hoist the little Cambodian upside down by her feet. Julie obeyed excitedly and soon Chantou was dangling with her head just off the floor, but I told Julie to continue hauling until her head was about the level of my chest. I stood right next to the dangling child, her head directly over my erect cock. I got Julie to make further small adjustments to the length of the rope until Chantou’s groin was conveniently positioned next to my mouth so that it was a simple matter for me merely to lean forward and put my lips between her parted thighs. She began to sway, pendulum like, as she jerked and wriggled as I kissed and licked at her inverted cunt. I tasted the salty sweetness of her juvenile juices. I ran my tongue down and up her silky slit searching out her little clitoris that hardened at my lingual caress. I signalled to Julie who understood my intentions and slowly lowered Chantou further until her head hung just above the tip of my stiff cock. Everyone must have been getting the idea of what I was about by now but I am sure the little Cambodian was not looking forward to it. The position could be dangerous for her if there was any error. I carefully positioned myself beneath the child’s mouth. I signalled again and Julie lowered Chantou little by little until my erect penis slid into the little girl’s mouth. Julie secured the rope.

Everything had gone perfectly. My prick pushed well inside Chantou’s mouth, but not so far as to choke or damage her, though it must have been very nerve-wracking for the girl as my penis pushed inescapably into her mouth. No doubt because of this, Chantou got quickly to work. She could not move her head much and so had to rely almost exclusively on her talented tongue. This, though, was more than up to the job and I soon felt a rising tide of excitement. As Chantou’s body was so much smaller than mine I could no longer conveniently use my mouth on her pudenda, but played with her with my fingers instead until a warm wave of spunk broke from my cock and cascaded against the back of her throat. Though the laws of gravity meant most of it slid straight back out of Chantou’s mouth and dripped over my cock and balls and onto the floor.

As my cock went limp, I stood away from Chantou. I felt weary. I had enjoyed four orgasms and decided that they would be enough for the evening. I told Julie to attend to matters and took myself off to bed.