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A BOY AND HIS GIRL (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.