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A BOY AND HIS GIRL 1 of 2 (mf, cons, pedo, incest)
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[ part 1 ]
A long time from now, on a planet far far from here...
On a small green planet circling a medium yellow sun is a terran
society. In most particulars it is typical of the colonies formed during
the great Diaspora: the usual mix of high and low society, the standard
economic base of farming, mining, and manufacturing. But, also like most
of the colonies, it has its own idiosyncrasy. This society was formed by
adherents of the ancient "BDSM" lifestyle. Although not as "hard" as it
could be (like the Gorean planets), nor as "soft", it maintains a robust
presence pretty much throughout all strata of society. Almost all sexual
relations are in the BDSM mode. Indeed most of the women (and the older
girls) are officially some man or other's slave, although the practice
has been hedged about with legal and cultural restrictions, designed to
protect the females from serious harm, mutilation, or undesired
pregnancy. Most slave relations end in marriage, although the BDSM
activity continues, and a wife is considered pretty much her husband's
slave anyway. A master is expected to cherish his slave, protect her,
and see to her needs, including sexual needs. It is considered the
pinnacle of technique to be able to make one's slave come by punishment
alone, without resorting to manual or oral stimulation of the clitoris
(although few achieve this with any regularity; most don't even try to
do any more than excite themselves and her with the punishment, then
finish the job in a more "vanilla" fashion). Marks that last more than a
day are frowned upon, and unplanned pregnancies result in the slave's
choice of marriage or freedom, with or without adoption of the child.
The father is responsible for the child's upkeep in any event, unless
adopted out.
Girls are usually sold into slavery at around 10 - 12 years old, most
often to a teenage boy known to the girl's family; marriage is typical
in such cases. The boy then takes over the girl's schooling, and often
takes her to school with him, both for her instruction in academics, and
for his amusement during the day. Boys and girls are often taught by
parents or governesses until teenage years (for the boys) or slavery
(for the girls). Boys subsequently go to the academies which are
essentially the same as Jr High and High Schools. Both boys and girls
are typically shielded from most BDSM behavior until the age when girls
are sold, so as to heighten the surprise and embarrassment of the girl's
first punishment. Corporal punishment of children is not common, and
usually limited to spankings.
It is interesting to note the source of the relative civility of the
treatment of women in this society at the time of our story, compared to
what it sometimes was at the first inception of the colony. Treatment of
women was more varied, then. Some masters were quite savage, although
killing or mutilating a slave was rare and illegal. But there had always
been a healthy presence of Christians on the planet. Although Christian
BDSM was rare, it was not unheard of, and some adherents had accompanied
the colonists on the original flight, and their descendants enjoy a
relatively prominent position, although rarely as rulers. They have
sometimes been tolerated rather than looked up to, but they have been
generally acknowledged as legitimate members of society. And it was the
influence of the Christians that had led to the more widespread
acceptance of standards of behavior that promoted the wellbeing of the
females, and had indeed led to a general ethos such that the legal rules
concerning treatment of slaves rarely had to be enforced; infractions
were infrequent and usually accidental, slaves typically were
emotionally attached to their masters and would easily excuse the
transgression, and marriage was common if unplanned pregnancy occurred.
After a fairly long stable period, some Christians had begun again to
push for reforms in the treatment of slaves. This was creating friction,
and resentment was beginning to be expressed, especially among the more
rich and powerful. It is in this setting that we consider the story of
one boy and one girl...
Prologue
The boy was building sandcastles on the beach. Being thirteen and hoping
to be an architect, he was good at it. His were careful structures with
intricate filigrees, and stout walls and moats that served to keep out
the oncoming waves, for a while. He was generally a quiet and
well-mannered child, owing to the training of his governess. She was a
Christian, and though he had not converted (yet), her influence was
clearly to be seen in him. But his governess was gone now, and after
vacation came his first year at school. But for now he was happy playing
in the surf and sand. His name was Carl.
Carl was an only child, living in the household of his father, a wealthy
and influential businessman. His mother had died when he was young. His
father rarely spoke to the boy, although he ate with him about once a
week, and was careful to make sure he was attended by qualified people.
He had not known that the boy's governess was a Christian, however, or
he probably would not have hired her. He was one who was irritated with
the pushes for reforms in the practice of slavery; he liked things as
they were.
Just down the beach from Carl's father's vacation home, a father and
daughter were vacationing in a small bungalow. The father was a
professor at a prominent college. He was also a Christian, and one who
was unusually vocal in pushing for further slavery reforms, although he
(like everyone in society) assumed that sexual relations would usually
be of a BDSM nature. He had actually called publicly for pushing the
youngest limit on slavery to a modest 13 years old, and the elimination
of owning more than one slave. This had earned him much enmity, of which
he was blissfully unaware, being quite naive. In actuality, one of his
harshest critics was now his next-door-neighbor on the beach!
His daughter was all he had, his wife having died shortly after she was
born. The girl was now 7, slender and shy, and very pretty. Her name was
Tammie. Under the not-so-watchful care of a lazy governess, she was left
to wander the beach in the vicinity of the bungalow, picking shells and
swimming in the surf. As she skipped down the beach one day, she saw
Carl. He was building a sandcastle of unusual intricacy, and she was
entranced. She watched for a while from afar, and then plucked up her
courage to squat next to him and look more closely. She was dressed in
the usual attire for a 7-yr-old on the beach at that time, which was
simply a t-shirt. As he glanced at her he couldn't help but notice her
little nipples, erect from the chill of the breeze on the beach, clearly
noticeable through her wet t-shirt that clung to her. Also her girlcleft
peeped out from under the hem of her shirt, which was last year's and
not quite long enough to conceal her adequately. The sight oddly stirred
him, and he looked away hastily. To cover his confusion he asked her,
"Do you want to help me with this?" Nothing he could have said would
have pleased her more.
Under his able direction she plunged into the work as he ordered this
bucket of sand here, that pail of water there, until a fairytale castle
took shape to her enormous delight. He was charmed by her cheerful
enthusiasm and slender beauty. At the end of the day they promised to
meet again on the beach to build some more. And so commenced a happy
time for them both. They built castle after castle, and watched with
mixed glee and tristesse as the structures stood bravely against the
incoming tide until finally deluged.
Whenever they took a break to splash in the surf, he couldn't help but
notice her little bottom and unfledged girlcleft easily visible below
her t-shirt whenever she stretched, or jumped, or bent over. He was
falling in love with her, although all he realized was that he liked
having her around, and missed her on the rare occasions when she
couldn't come to the beach.
After a while the boy's father found out the identity of his neighbor on
the beach, and learned of Carl's and Tammie's play together. He decided
to toy with his enemy's peace of mind. He called Carl into his study one
evening. This was a rare occasion, and Carl wondered what was afoot. His
father proceeded to lecture Carl on the proper relationship between the
sexes. He told Carl that, if he wanted to continue to play with Tammie,
that Carl would have to treat her as he ought to. To demonstrate, he
called in one of his pretty slave/concubines, a leggy 20-yr-old. He
proceeded to put her over his knee and give her a brisk and businesslike
spanking. She yelped and moaned. Finally he finished with a final SWAT
on her bottom to send her on her way. She bounced off, flushed-faced and
sniffling noisily. He gave Carl a choice: spank Tammie in that way, or
cease their play together. Astonished (and aroused in a confused way),
he assented.
The next day the two met as usual on the beach. After a pleasant day of
play, they were about to leave for their respective homes, when he
suddenly remembered his duty. He told her, "Um...my dad said that I...I
mean I'm supposed to...Well, I sorta have to..." "What, what?!" she
demanded with childish impatience. "My dad said that if we want to play
together any more I have to spank you every day!" he blurted out. "You
have to what??!" she exclaimed. "I know, it's horrible! I knew you
wouldn't want to. Oh, well, it sure was fun playing with you while it
lasted," he added, sadly. "Do you mean to tell me that if you don't
spank me we can't play together anymore??!" she exclaimed, "Oh, well,
then, all right; let's get it over with." He was surprised but pleased.
He led her over to a rock, and sat down on it, pulling her down over his
lap. He brought his hand down on her bottom so gently it hardly made a
sound. "You can do it harder than that!" she said almost indignantly. He
proceeded to spank her in a sharp fashion more nearly like his father's,
though with nowhere near as much force. This was more intense than she
expected, but she didn't object, just moaned and cried out as he spanked
her and spanked her on her bare bottom. It was an extraordinary
sensation for him, to have a warm, soft girl on his lap, her waist
pressing on his swelling rod, as he spanked her pretty little bottom.
When he finally finished, she sniffled a little and sobbed softly as he
rubbed her reddened cheeks. Then she hopped off with a cheery, "That
wasn't so bad!" and bounced happily home, with a smiling wave and a
promise for the morrow. He watched her go in a trance.
The next day they played happily again. At the end of the day they were
about to leave for their homes. He had forgotten all about spanking her,
but she suddenly remembered, saying, "Aren't you supposed to spank me?"
and insisted that she plop down across his lap, where she squirmed and
jiggled fetchingly as he spanked her even a little more firmly than he
had before. Her little yips and moans seemed to go straight to his rod,
which pressed hard against her belly as he spanked her again and again.
When he was done she popped up cheerfully despite her damp eyes, and
said, "Boy, I really got a spanking, didn't I! Well, see ya tomorrow!"
And off she went, skipping down the beach.
This sort of thing had gone on for a few days, when Carl's father
introduced a new wrinkle in his scheme. Calling Carl into his study
again, he proceeded to instruct him on how to switch a girl,
demonstrating with a peach branch and an attractive brunette slavegirl,
who cried out and moaned with passion as he whipped the back and fronts
of her thighs, her buttocks, and her breasts. When the young woman
seemed almost ready to faint from the intensity of her punishment, he
suddenly brought the switch up sharply between her legs, full upon her
cleft lips. WAP! She nearly screamed and almost came on the spot. He
dismissed her with an almost contemptuous pinch of her nipples and she
trudged away sobbing and rubbing her abused sex and breasts. His father
handed the stupefied Carl the switch and reiterated his instructions,
emphasizing that no marks more than a rapidly-fading red line should be
left by each stroke, but that the switch should be sharply handled for
the best effect. The dazed boy took the switch and left the room.
The next day he could not contain his horror at this new prospect.
Before they even started playing, he told her what his father had
demanded, and cried out, "But I don't want to do that to you!" He was so
obviously distressed that she was moved to comfort him, saying, "O, it's
OK, don't worry; I know you won't hurt me real bad; just enough, no
more. It'll be all right. Please whip me; I want to keep playing with
you!" And she pleaded so fetchingly that he finally agreed. He took the
switch and began to whip the back of her thighs. WAP! WAK! again and
again. "OH! AAAH! OOOO!" she moaned and cried out, trembling with each
stroke of the peach branch on her tender flesh. Then he moved to the
front of her thighs and brought it down across both at once, SWAP! and
WAK! Back and forth he swung the switch, emulating his father, and the
little girl nearly danced in place from the intensity of her punishment.
Then before she knew it he had pulled her t-shirt up and off her,
exposing her bare nipples. Without further ado he brought the switch
down across her little nipples repeatedly, bringing fresh cries to her
lips with each stroke. WAK! "AAAAA!" SWAP! "OOOOO!" Then, just when she
thought she was about to faint from the overwhelming punishment she was
receiving, he suddenly brought the switch around and up sharply between
her legs, WAAAP! "AAAAAAAAHHH!" she nearly screamed, and almost fainted.
He caught her up in his arms and held her close and tight, rubbing her
awkwardly and stroking her hair and kissing her forehead. She clung to
him and somehow let him know that she was all right. Soon she looked up
at him and smiled through tears, saying, "Whew, that was some
punishment! It really stung!" "I'm so sorry," he said, with a worried
look, "I won't do it so hard again!" "Oh, that's OK!" she said with a
laugh, "I guess a punishment is supposed to hurt some, isn't it?" "I
guess so," he laughed, too. With that they plunged into their
castle-making for the day.
They continued to play nearly every day, and he continued to spank and
whip her as well. Sometimes she would ask to be punished before they
started anything else. Sometimes she had to remind him to before they
left for the day. But sometimes he would use some minor mistake in
carrying out his instructions in castle-building as an excuse to punish
her, saying with mock-sternness, "Young lady, you'll have to be punished
for that!" She would giggle, and plop down across his lap for her spanking.
Soon, however, his father called Carl into his study for what would be
the last time that summer. He instructed the boy in one more punishment
technique. Calling in his youngest girlslave, a slender 15-yr-old, he
proceeded to lubricate his fingers, and then pierce, penetrate, and
probe the writhing girl's anus with one hand, while he pinched and
massaged her clitoris and girlcleft with the other! Her moans and cries
filled the air, until she finally came, bucking against her master's
hands, panting and gasping and finally collapsing over his lap. He sent
her on her way, gulping and sobbing, with a few well-placed spanks. His
father handed the boy a small tube of lubricant and told him to use it
on her tomorrow, if he wanted to continue to enjoy her company. Still
dazed from what he had seen, the boy took the tube and left.
The next day, they played as usual. It was a wonderful day, a light
breeze, warm but not humid, a few fluffy clouds in the sky. They swam in
the shallow waters, built some of the best sandcastles they ever had,
and lay around in the sand. Towards the end of the day, he said
mock-gruffly, "OK, young lady, you've been asking for a paddling all
day, and now you're going to get it!" She giggled nervously and lay
across his lap. He spanked her and spanked her, by now understanding the
rhythm of it a little more, letting the sting of each one set in and
then landing another one as she gasped and yelped. Then he rubbed her
bottom softly for a while, his fingers straying towards her little
rosebud and girlcleft as she trembled and moaned. Then he stood her up
for a brisk whipping with the peach switch, each stroke bringing fresh
tears to her eyes and cries to her lips as he whipped her thighs, front
and back, then up and down her buttocks. Then he whipped her flat little
breasts and nipples again and again and again, pausing every now and
then to pinch and squeeze her nipples (a refinement he thought up on his
own). She moaned and moaned, swaying with faintness from the raging
feelings running through her: embarrassment, some pain, and a strange
warmth spreading up from her very core that confused and exhilarated her
at the same time. Then he brought the switch up with some force between
her legs over and over, and she nearly screamed, so intense was the
punishment and so hot the fire that burned between her legs.
Then suddenly he pulled her down onto his lap, lubricated his fingers,
and pierced her little rosebud, and penetrated and probed her anus! She
cried out wildly and struggled briefly, but he held her tight, and
reached around with his other hand and seized her cleft and clitoris so
that it was as if she was struck dumb; she could hardly move or speak
for a few minutes as he probed and probed her, and roughly kneaded and
pinched the lips of her vulva, and her clitoris. Soon her breath came
ragged and short, her little hips were bucking rhythmically up and down,
alternately pressing her anus against one hand, and her girlcleft
against the other. She cried out over and over, "OO-OO-OO-OOO!" and then
came, nearly screaming out in her little-girl passion. Then she
collapsed in his arms, and he held her tight, kissing her and stroking
her hair, breathing in the scent of her, hardly knowing what he was
feeling, but wishing he could be with her forever. All too soon she
arose from his lap and looked up at him with tear-filled eyes, yet with
a shy smile. "Wow! That was really something, wasn't it!" she said. He
could only nod weakly as he tenderly wiped her eyes with his shirt. She
surprised him with a big hug, then skipped across the sand, waving back
with a cheery, "See you tomorrow!" Little did they know!
That day Tammie's governess, bored for something to do, happened to have
followed after the girl, for once. Partly inebriated, it was some time
before she realized what was happening. By the time she did, Tammie was
already headed for home. The governess followed closely after, and that
evening poured out the whole scenario (as filtered through her haze!) to
the girl's father. The professor was barely able to contain his anger
enough to remain calm as he questioned the little girl closely about her
playmate. She was unaccustomed to hiding anything from her father, and,
although she knew somehow that she and the boy's activities were better
left secret, couldn't really think of a reason not to tell him all about
it. After all, Carl's father was the one who told him to do those
things, wasn't he? And he was a grown-up, so that should have been all
right. But, of course, it wasn't.
Tammie was heartbroken to find out that she was forbidden to even see
Carl again, let alone play with him. She cried herself to sleep that
night. Eventually she came to understand her father's view, and she
looked back on her time with Carl with great confusion, remembering the
pleasure/pain, but also deeply embarrassed and distraught at the idea of
how a boy had had such free reign with her body.
The next day, Carl waited on the beach for Tammie. When she didn't come,
he decided to go to her father's bungalow. To his surprise and distress,
her father bellowed at him from a window, accusing him of nearly raping
his little girl, and commanding him to go away from his house and never
see his daughter again. Confused and deeply pained, he fled back to his
home. His father, suspecting something like this would happen sooner or
later, and hearing of the boy's unexpected return, sought him out and
queried him on the day's events. Incensed at the professor's treatment
of his son, he vowed to get revenge, and with a few well-placed phone
calls, set in motion a chain of events that would seal the professor's
fate, and his daughter's!
4 years later...
The boy is now 17. He has not forgotten the little girl, but he has much
else to occupy his mind. He has converted to Christianity, but secretly,
as he knows his father does not approve. Meanwhile he works hard at his
studies in school, so he can qualify for the best architectural schools.
All around him his friends and acquaintances have been acquiring their
girlslaves. He is one of the last ones without one. He feels great
conflict, especially considering his experiences with the little girl.
He feels that he betrayed her, and he has a certain resentment against
his father for setting him up to do it, but he somehow feels that he
himself should have resisted, and not taken advantage of her childish
trust. Even though he did not set out to do it for his pleasure, he
mostly remembers how good it did feel, and he feels ashamed, even though
he regularly masturbates to the memories of punishing her sweet little body.
Every day at school he must face the sight of girl after girl, some of
them only 10 to 13 years old, being spanked, whipped, and fondled by
their young masters (actual rape is forbidden on school grounds). Even
though he tries to turn away from their torment, he still can hear their
soft cries and moans, and the slap of the whip. Just the other day, a
friend had invited him over to his house after school. His friend had
just received his slave, a pretty if slightly plump doe-eyed 11 year
old. The friend had demonstrated how responsive the girl was, applying a
standard mix of spanking, whipping, and direct stimulation to bring her
to a quite impressive orgasm for such a little girl. Then he invited
Carl to try. Carl hesitantly picked up a ruler. It was almost as if his
hand had a mind of its own. Before he knew it, he was systematically
spanking the young girl on her thighs and buttocks, and carefully laying
stroke after stroke directly on her cleft and anus as she crouched in
knee-chest position, whimpering and moaning with each WAK! Soon she was
shaking and crying out, and nearly came again. Disturbed by both her
response and his own, Carl dropped the ruler, stammered some excuse, and
fled for home. Their he desperately masturbated, his mind filled with
confusing images of both his friend's slave and the little girl, now
grown in his mind to a sweet, slender preteen.
For the girl it had been a somber 4 years. Due to the influence of the
boy's father, the professor had lost his position at the college. He had
managed to survive by taking part-time teaching jobs, but over the last
year these too had petered out. Soon his meager savings were exhausted.
He was forced into bankruptcy, and, to pay his bills, his daughter was
taken from him and sold into slavery just a few months ago. She was sent
to a standard facility for the training of new slaves. Little is told to
them about what awaits them, but they are drilled in a few things,
including how they are to address their new masters. Then she is sent to
auction. The bidding is fierce, for she is as fresh and sweet as they
come, but the boy's father has been watching from afar, and, to complete
the professor's agony he purchases the girl for his son.
A few days later, the boy is trudging home from school. He is tired, and
has only an evening of studying to look forward to. In his arms are a
heavy bunch of books, held together by a bungee cord. He opens the door
to his room and steps inside. Across the room from him, huddled in his
easy chair alternately staring into space or burying her face in her
hands, is a young girl. At his entrance, she is startled and jumps to
her feet. He notices the movement and looks up. There in front of him is
a vision. A sweet preteen, with a face like an angel in despair. Many
things begin to happen at once, in both of their minds, and in physical
reality. He recognizes her. An intense mix of shame, love, desire, and
outright lust floods his being. He stands stupefied, seemingly unable to
move at the sight of her. In a flash he knows what she is there for, and
what she is going to do...
In her mind is even greater confusion, and many levels of activity. On
the surface she is mercifully numb. She knows that she is about to enter
into what she has been taught by her father will be a life of
degradation, at least to some extent. She is moving by rote, taught at
the slavery center. Her will remains inert. She also recognizes him, and
this provokes different reactions in her. She thinks, "Oh, no! It's him!
He'll resent me because of what my father said to him, and treat me more
harshly! He's going to punish me just like he did before, and then rape
me!" A shot of fear breaks through her numb exterior. But the thought of
being punished and raped by anyone has been a conflicted thought for
her. She has not been able to forget how she felt before when Carl
punished her, and, almost against her will, she has fantasized about the
treatment she might receive at a stranger's hands, sometimes
masturbating herself to orgasm at the thought. And now, at the sight of
the boy, buried deep down there is a well of desire inside her. But she
does not recognize it, yet. But somehow, even deeper down, buried so far
that she will not recognize it for some time, but yet exerting an
ameliorating influence on her present experience, is the knowledge that
she immediately has when she recognizes him: everything will be all
right. He will take care of her. He loves her.
But meanwhile, as if programmed, she begins what she was trained to do.
She stands in the prescribed position: feet close enough together that,
were the straps of her shift to come off her shoulders, it would fall
unencumbered to the floor around her ankles, but far enough apart that,
but for that same shift that only barely covered her nakedness, her
unfledged girlcleft could be clearly seen. She says, "Hello, Master, I
am your new slave. My body is yours to use for your pleasure..." As she
says this, her hands move to the straps of her shift...
From the moment he recognizes her and realizes what she will do, Carl's
mind is seemingly in pieces. Part of him is as numb as she is, awestruck
at the sight of her. Part of him he is deeply ashamed of: that part is
already lusting after her sweet body, looking forward to punishing her
and raping her. Part of him is just flat-out in love at the sight of
her. But the rational part, the architect in his mind, is screaming at
the rest of him: "Fool! Wake up! Get over there! Stop her, you know what
she's going to do! Don't let her; it'll break her heart!" and a variety
of other similar imprecations. As he sees her hands move towards the
straps of her shift, the spell is finally broken. Even as she pushes the
straps off her shoulders, and her skimpy shift falls to the floor, he
drops his books with a THUD and lunges forward. Even as he is racing
towards her, shouting, "NO, don't, stop!" and other incoherencies, he is
struck by the sight of her sweet naked body. She is heartbreakingly
slender. Her breasts are just beginning to form. Her still unfledged
girlcleft peeps out from between her thighs. She shrinks back from him,
alarmed by the sound of the books hitting the floor, his manic rush
towards her, and his wild commentary. She fears the worst. But he
awkwardly bends down and tries to pull her shift back up. Even as he
does so, he can't help but notice her sweet sex as he brings the
neckline up past her hips. But it catches on her nipples, erect with
fear and excitement, and as he pulls it out to free it, she twists, and
finally he gets it up and puts the straps back on her shoulders. She
just looks at him in mingled fear, exhaustion, and puzzlement. But deep
inside her, that conviction that everything will be all right is
blossoming, not yet in her conscious awareness, but slowly building, and
exerting a calming influence.
Meanwhile he is keeping up a steady stream of awkward reassurances,
telling her everything will be all right, he's not going to do anything
to her she doesn't want him to, he'll take care of her, etc. Even as he
says all this, he notices her swaying with exhaustion brought on by
anxiety more than anything. He quickly and gently guides her back down
on to the chair and continues to try and reassure her. She just stares
at him, tears beginning to stream down her cheeks. His rational side is
screaming at him, "Fool! She's crying! Help her, you fool!" Finally he
notices her tears. Berating himself, he pulls out his handkerchief and
begins to dry her eyes. She gently reaches up and holds the
handkerchief. She looks at it, then at him, then at it, then at him, and
breaks out in sobs, burying her head on his chest, clinging to him as
her shoulders shake. Hesitantly he puts his arms around her. She clings
to him even more fiercely, and, encouraged, he holds her to him firmly
and comfortingly as she pours out her fear and heartbreak.
After a while her sobs subside to sniffles, but she remains clinging to
him. He is sensitive to the situation, and doesn't want to take
advantage of her, so when she moves a little, just shifting position
really, he immediately lets go a bit of her in case she wants to pull
back. She misinterprets this as him wanting to let go, so she does pull
back, and the moment is gone. But not forever!
Even as she pulls back, she is swaying with fatigue. Noticing this, he
leans down and scoops her up in his arms. She feels a sudden pang of
fear that he is now going to betray her, and ravish her anyway, as her
shift slides up a bit and her bare thigh rests on his arms, and he lays
her on his bed. But he just pulls the blankets up to her chin, strokes
her hair off her forehead and kisses her there, tells her he'll be just
outside the door if she needs anything, turns out the light, and leaves
the room. She is asleep almost immediately, finally content.
Then began another happy time for the two, if a little frustrating for
him! He drank in the sight and sound of her with great satisfaction, but
his nights were filled with desire, as she lay with him on his bed,
innocently trusting in his gallantry, driving him to distraction in her
skimpy shift. He would regularly masturbate when he thought she was
asleep, guiltily imagining doing all the things to her now he had done
to her before, and more! During the days he did not take her to school.
This was not unheard of; some masters preferred to keep even the sight
of their slaves all to themselves. But he brought his schoolwork home
with him, and taught her, and sometimes her bright mind would even
surprise him, and figure something out before he did. For a while she
remained oblivious to the sexual aspect of their relationship. Her
recent experiences had driven such thoughts out of her mind for a while.
She almost obstinately clung to her image of him as a protector and
friend, and not as a lover or master. And he did nothing to change that
view, for he considered it his duty to be just that to her.
One day something happened that began to change the situation. The
household was large, but usually Carl and Tammie were left to their own
devices. Carl was careful to advise the girl to stay near his suite, for
slave girls were not entirely immune from attention by men other than
their masters. Indeed it was considered appropriate to punish any slave
girl found away from her master, but direct sexual contact or raping her
was forbidden. She often slipped away to the house library, however,
irresistibly drawn by the immense variety of books. She loved to read.
One day, while Carl was at school, the house had unexpected visitors.
Distant cousins of the boy had arrived. Carl didn't know about the visit
beforehand, so he was unable to warn the girl.
So there she was in the library, when in walked a stranger, a boy of
about 19, with his leggy 14 year old slave in tow. When he saw the girl,
he said, "Oho! So hears the secret slave Carl keeps hidden away! Strayed
from your master, have you? I guess I'll have to teach you a lesson,
young lady. Come here and bend over this chair!" He expected obedience.
It never occurred to him that she would disobey, so he was unprepared
when, after a moment's shock, she bolted and ran for Carl's door! When
he recovered from his surprise, he ordered his slave, "After her! Don't
let her get away!" and she took off running to catch Tammie. She was
tall, and faster than the littler girl, but by a desperate burst of
speed at the end, she managed to make it inside and close and lock the
door. The other slave beat against the door in frustration and fear,
knowing what was to come. Tammie, on the other side of the door, could
not help but hear: "So you let her get away, did you? Well, then, young
lady, you'll have to get what she would have. And more! Bend over under
my arm, right now!" Then the girl heard the sounds of a brisk,
businesslike spanking, accompanied by the other slave's frenzied moans
and cries! Soon the sound of a riding crop whistling through the air
could be heard, followed by the WAP of contact and the slave's anguished
reaction. From the slave's cries of, "Oh, sir, you're whipping my
breasts!" Tammie could tell just what was happening. The cries became
more intense, and it soon became clear that the poor girl was being
whipped on her anus and girlcleft. Then her master without further ado
picked her up and brought her down with force directly on his rod,
raping her tender abused girlcleft while the girl nearly screamed as she
came.
As she listened to the action, drawn seemingly against her will, the
young girl's hand strayed to her own girlcleft. Soon she was almost
absentmindedly stroking herself, and as the punished girl reached
climax, so did she. Despite her terror at almost being severely punished
by a strange master, the little girl also found the idea of being
punished almost attractive again. Once more fantasies of punishment, now
by her own "master" filled her mind. Starting that night, she began to
masturbate as she lay in bed next to him, when she thought he was
asleep. One night, as she was lying quietly, she became aware of him
breathing heavily. Consciously afraid he might be ill (but
subconsciously knowing full well what was going on) she flipped on the
light, only to find him with his rod in his hand and a very guilty look!
He was mortified, and mumbled apology after apology for doing such a
thing, when she stopped him and said, "That's OK; I do it too!" "You
do??" he asked incredulously. "Uh huh!" she answered. And no more was
said. But from then on, after the lights were out, they could hear each
other's heavy breathing almost every night. Sometimes they would chuckle
when they both were done, and say, "Good night," and roll over and go to
sleep.
Sometime after that, the girl was bored, and prowled about his suite
looking for something to do. She got into one of his closets, and found
a box she hadn't noticed before. It was marked with the name of the
slave training compound where she had been. Intensely curious, she
opened it. Inside was all manner of punishment implements: whips,
switches, riding crops, ropes, clips, dildos (she had never seen one,
but she could guess what they were for!) and the like. She shivered as
she pulled out each one and realized its uses. She imagined each one
being applied to her tender flesh. The pain. The humiliation. The
thought made her almost cry, but it also excited her in some way. She
began to think back again to the times he had punished her as a child.
It had hurt, it was true, but not very much, even as a little girl.
Surely she could take more, now. Perhaps he could use these horrible
implements on her in...a lighter way. But what about the rest of it? She
had caught that glimpse of his rod. She thought of him raping her.
Butterflies were in her stomach. She turned her attention to something
else, but her thoughts kept coming back and back to it.
That night, as they were getting ready for bed, she suddenly asked him,
"What do you think about when you...you know?" "I don't want to talk
about it," he said, shamefacedly. "But I really want to know. Please
tell me, please? I won't mind, no matter what it is, honest!" she
wheedled. Finally, partly in curiosity to see how she would respond, he
said, "I think about you, of course!" "That's sweet!" she replied, "I
think about you, too!" "You do??" he asked, even more incredulously. "Uh
huh. But what about me do you think about?" she persisted. In a low
voice, he said, "I think about doing that stuff to you that I used to
do; and more!" "So do I!" she exclaimed excitedly. His jaw dropped; he
was so shocked he couldn't even respond. She plunged ahead: "I found
this box..." and she ran to the closet and hauled it out. He groaned,
"Oh, no, you weren't supposed to find that! Listen, don't worry, I'll
never do that stuff to you..." She cut him off, "No, no, that's OK! I've
been thinking: all this stuff in here, you could use it on me kinda like
you used to punish me before. You didn't hurt me too much then, I don't
think you'll hurt me too much now. `Sides, I'm bigger now so I should be
able to take more punishment, don't you think?"
It took a lot of effort on her part to convince him she really wanted
it, but in the end he had to agree. They looked into each other's eyes.
By now they both knew that each other was a Christian. He took her hand
and asked her to marry him. She said yes, of course. He held her for a
long time, and kissed her and kissed her. It felt so good to have her in
his arms again, especially when he knew his long wait was over. Without
further ado, he told her, "All right, young lady, you've needed a
spanking for a long time, and now you're going to get it! Come here
right this instant!" She shuffled over, mock-reluctantly, and he
unceremoniously bent her under his arm, threw up her dress, and gave her
a brisk, businesslike spanking, right on her bare bottom. WAP! WAK! "Oh,
Ah! AAAH!" she moaned and squirmed under his ministrations. Then he bent
her over his desk, and took a ruler to the backs of her thighs,
alternating his strokes from one to the other. WAP! SWAK! "AAH! OOO!"
she cried out with each stroke. Then he turned her around and bent her
backwards over the desk and whipped the bare front of her thighs. She
realized what she had not known before, when she was little, how sexual
it felt to be spanked on the front of the thighs instead of the back.
She yelped and yipped as he brought it down across her thighs again and
again. Then he took her to the bed and sat her down. After gently
kissing her upturned face on her forehead, her eyelids, and her sweet
mouth, he pushed the straps of her shift off her shoulders, letting it
fall to her waist, exposing her little breast buds. They hadn't changed
much from the one glimpse he had had of them that first day; they were
still very small, just barely showing something more than just flat
chest. Her nipples, however, were a bit bigger than they were. He spent
some time just admiring the view, as she blushed nearly down to the tips
of her breasts. Then he reached out and took hold of her breasts with
both hands, causing her to gasp. He proceeded to knead and work her
little breasts, and pinch and twist her nipples. Her breath hissed as
she inhaled through her teeth and moaned again and again. Then he took a
riding crop and, without warning, brought it down sharply across her
little breasts. WAP! "AAAA!" she cried out wildly. He whipped her
breasts again and again as her cries filled the room. Then he stood her
up so that her dress fell off her completely. He walked around and
around her, tapping the riding crop in his palm, and occasionally
reaching out to whip her in various places: her calves, her buttocks,
her breasts, her thighs. Then he commanded her to spread her legs.
Knowing what was next, she dithered for a moment, so he said, "Right
now, young lady!" and gave a sharp WAP to her breasts for emphasis. She
hurriedly spread her thighs apart, exposing her still-unfledged
girlcleft. He stared at her for a while. She trembled in anticipation.
Then he brought the riding crop up sharply between her legs. SWACK!
"OOOOO!" she nearly screamed, and kept crying out over and over as he
kept up a steady stream of smacks on her most tender place. Just when
she thought she could take it no longer, he stopped, and swept her up in
his arms, kissing her and kissing her as she smiled up at him through
her tears. "It's time for your final punishments, young lady," he
whispered hoarsely.
She trembled in anticipation as he arranged her on the bed, on her back
with her legs high above her, her ankles resting on his shoulders. He
lubricated her and probed her anus again and again as he rubbed her
clitoris, alternating with sharp smacks to her cleftlips that made her
jump and moan. Then he placed the head of his rod against her tender,
delicate bottomflower and thrust inside her, raping her of the
maidenhood of her anus! THRUST! "OOO-OOO-OOOO!" she cried out repeatedly
as he raped her and raped her, his thick rod probing and returning,
pulling out almost all the way, only to ram home again. In a very short
time she was coming, with short screams of anguished pleasure, and he
came too, filling her little bottom with his seed. She lay in his arms
for a while, burning and murmuring. Then he picked her up and carried
her to the bathroom and placed her in the shower.
He washed her thoroughly with a rough terrycloth, scrubbing particularly
carefully on her nipples, anus, and clitoris. When she involuntarily
squirmed away from his ministrations, he sternly pushed her front up
against the wall of the shower, so that her nipples and cleft were
pressed against the cold tile, and whacked her bottom and thighs with
the ruler. Then he brought it up between her legs full upon her cleft
and anus and clitoris. She cried out and nearly came again. Then he
finished washing her, and she held still this time! After cleaning up,
he took her out of the shower and dried her off with a rough towel,
again working diligently on her nipples, anus and cleft.
Then he took her back to the bedroom, and, leaving her standing naked in
the middle of the room, pulled a rope out of the box. He passed it
between her legs and pulled it up, taut, against her cleft and anus.
Then he pulled it back and forth, back and forth, again and again, while
she moaned and moaned, working her hips back and forth trying to
accommodate the rough rope pressing against her tender cleft.
Finally he could hold back no longer. He took her back to the bed and
lay her tenderly down on the soft mattress. He held her close for a
while. Then his fingers moved down to her cleft and began to explore
her, and probe against her maidenhead, and pinch and twist her clitoris.
Soon her breath came short and ragged, and her cleft lips were
moistened. Then he parted her legs with his knees and without further
ado proceeded to rape her of her maidenhead, thrusting deep within her
still-smarting cleftlips, driving to the hilt with his first thrust as
she screamed in pain and almost passed out. Then, still staying buried
in her, he held her tight and kissed the top of her head as she sobbed.
Soon her sobs subsided to sniffles. She could feel him deep within her,
his hard rod pulsating in her violated cleft. He began to thrust in and
out again, first long and slow, then fast and hard. Despite the pain in
her cleft, she began to feel that wave building in her again, and all
too soon she was screaming out once more as she came and came, but then
was forced to endure beyond that as he continued to rape her and rape
her until he finally came again, this time spilling his seed into her
little-girl's vagina as she cried out with passion.
She fell asleep in his arms, his rod still inside her. She would awake
to his whip on her breasts in the middle of the night, as he punished
her again, his thick, hard rod raping her tender anus and girlcleft
repeatedly, forcing her to come again, and again, and again.