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A BOY AND HIS GIRL 2 of 2 (mf, cons, pedo, incest)
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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.