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A BOY AND HIS GIRL part 2 of 2 (ped, bdsm, abuse, incest)

BY C C
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[ part 2 ]

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 punishment. 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 punishment 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 punishment, 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 punishment. 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, achieved 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.

Story 2

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. Nonplused,
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 special 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 their
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 particular day. 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 shouldered 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 him, 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!

Story 3

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.

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