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ARRANGED MARRIAGE (Mf, cons, pedo, incest)
BY C CARL
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"I've gotta leave early this afternoon, Jim," said Mr. Miller to his
younger assistant. "Would you mind watching Emily for a while? I`ll be
back at the end of the day to pick her up." Mr. Miller's ten-year-old
daughter had been spending the day with him at the office. Emily was
usually somewhat shy; a slender and pretty little preteen.
"Sure, Mr. Miller," said Mr. Green to his friend and boss, "What's
happening this afternoon? And how come you can't just take Emily home
first?"
Mr. Miller replied, "I have to meet with the Osmond people about the new
contract, and you know how long that's liable to take. My wife's down
with that flu, and Emily's been kinda getting on her nerves lately, and
I'd like to give her a rest. You know Emily's always taken to you like a
favorite uncle, so I'd rather leave her with you, if that's OK. She's a
pretty good girl, but she has been getting a little big for her britches
lately. If she gives you any trouble, just give her a good hard
spanking, on any part of her you can reach, and I mean any!" With that,
Mr. Miller left the office.
Ever since Mr. Green had come to work for her father, he had became
quite friendly with the Mr. Millers. He was often invited over for
supper. He started going to their church. During their time together,
Emily had developed quite a crush on him, though she admitted it to no
one. But her parents could tell, and they encouraged the relationship,
hoping it would blossom into more, someday.
She had heard the entire exchange between her father and Green. She
stomped up to him, quite irate, and said, "You wouldn't dare spank me!"
"You can think what you want, little missy," Green replied, "Just don't
give me any trouble!" Emily stormed off, determined to test him.
It wasn't long before she had managed to nearly ruin a month's work that
was lying on one of the work tables, not yet put away. Green had already
warned her away from it, but she persisted in trying to look through the
papers, and had succeeded in nearly crumpling them badly enough to
require redoing.
Green grabbed her by the arm and said, "That does it, little missy,
you've gone too far, and now you're going to get it!" He pulled her down
over his lap, and, tossing up her skirt, began to spank her through her
thin white cotton panties. She struggled and yelped, but to no avail. He
held her down firmly, and continued her punishment.
He paused for a moment, and she thought surely he was done. But he only
grabbed the hem of her panties, and pulled them down to her knees!. Now
her trim little bottom was exposed to a man's eyes, and he wasn't even
her father! She squirmed with embarrassment, and then squirmed even
more, and moaned and cried out, as he continued her spanking, now
directly upon her bare bottom. (WAP! SMAK!) "Oh, Oh, OOOOH!" she cried
out again and again as his hard hand punished her.
All this was quite tormenting for her. Her father had not spanked her
for awhile, since she was getting somewhat older. And to have another
man handle her in this way made her feel very ashamed. Yet deep down
there was also a certain excitement at having Mr. Green spanking her.
She had even fantasized about something like this, alone, at night, in
her bed, her hand straying towards her little girlcleft...
Suddenly Green picked her up off his lap, spun her around, and sat her
down on his knees, facing away from him. He pulled on her shoulders so
that she was leaning back against him. He spread her thighs apart and
began to spank her directly upon her girlcleft! (WAK! SWAK!) "AAAAAA!
O-O-O-O-O!" She cried out wildly as his hard hand punished her girlhood
so thoroughly. After about twenty smacks on her cleft, he threw her back
over his lap, but instead of resuming her spanking as before, he held
her bottom cheeks apart with one hand, and commenced to devote strict
attention to her tender, delicate anus, raining spank after spank down
onto this most sensitive part of a little girl's anatomy. . She was so
distracted by the punishment of her bottomflower that she scarcely
noticed his other hand sliding underneath her and seizing her girlcleft,
pinching and twisting the lips and clitoris, except to feel a rising
wave coming over her, that soon had her yelping and bucking, as she
came, and came, even as he continued to spank her little rosebud.
When it was over, he let her off his lap with a last smack on her
bottom. She scurried off, sobbing and rubbing her abused bottom and
cleft, and hurriedly pulled up her panties. When her father returned,
Green met him at the door. "Well," he said, "You were right; she is
quite a handful these days! I did end up giving her a spanking. You
might think it was a little unusual, but you did say to spank her
anywhere I could reach. I'll give you all the details if you want..."
"No, no; that's OK. I'm sure she deserved whatever you gave her! I know
she'll complain to me about it, but she'll get no sympathy from me; in
fact, I'll probably give her another one myself," said the girl's
father. And with that he marched into the office, found the little girl,
and proceeded to bend her under his arm, toss up her skirt, pull down
her panties, and deliver smack after smack to her all-ready-spanked
bottom, as she squealed and cried out piteously, "OH! OH! Oh, Daddy,
please! AAAH!"
A few months passed...
After her special spanking by her "Uncle" James, Emily had behaved
herself for some time. She also had developed a habit of masturbating at
night, remembering her punishment in a confused welter of dread,
anxiety, and excitement as she rubbed her little clitoris and came in
her bed.
After some time, however, her misbehavior began to creep back.
Meanwhile, her mother's "flu" had turned out to be somewhat more
serious; not life-threatening, but a debilitating disease that left her
unable to cope effectively with her daughter's infractions. With her
husband gone at the office most days, the situation was becoming very
strained. She and her husband discussed it one night:
"Dear, we've got to do something about Emily!" her mother said.
"I know, but what?" he replied. "She's getting too big for me to
decently punish her, and you can't."
"Well, I've been thinking about it, and I've got an idea. You know that
new punishment salon downtown?"
"You can't be serious! That's a sexual punishment place! We'd be
exposing her to fornication!"
"Now hold your horses, don't you think I know that? Hear me out. I heard
about this from another family at church. You remember Jennifer? The one
Emily used to hang out with in Sunday School?"
"Sure. Weren't her parents having a hard time with her, too? They were
having trouble getting her to come to church. I notice she hasn't been
coming at all lately; I guess they gave up."
"No, they didn't give up, and she's still going to church; she's going
to another one across town, now. But let me tell you what they did..."
Mother and Father didn't tell Emily where they were going; they only
told her that it was going to be a "surprise". They pulled up outside a
building; it was nondescript, with no markings identifying it to the
girl. Two young women came out to greet them. "Go with these girls,
Emily; they're going to get your surprise started. We`ll see you a
little later," her mother told her. Emily unsuspectingly went with the
ladies, one in front and one behind.
Emily walked with them through a short passage and into a plain room.
There were two pillars in the room, and a small raised platform between
them. They led her up to the platform, each one gently holding her hand.
As she stepped up onto the platform, suddenly the women, with a quick,
practiced motion, wrapped padded velcro straps around her wrists. As she
stared at her wrists in astonishment, and before she had a chance to
even complain, they had done the same thing to her ankles. Then without
a word they left the room.
Emily found herself standing on the platform, wrists and ankles fastened
to what she discovered to be thin but strong chains leading to the two
pillars beside her. She could move some, but she could not get off the
platform. She pulled at her bonds for a moment, testing them, then
realized her predicament. She began to call out, "Hey! What's going on?!
Let me go! I wanna get out of here. Hey, somebody!" There was no
response. A little more frantically she began to exclaim, "Let me outta
here! I want my mommy and daddy! Help, help!"
"Emily," said a deep voice from behind her. She craned her neck to see a
man stepping out of a dark alcove into the room light. He was tall, and
there was a familiar air about him, but he had a mask on, and his
clothes were strange. He looked, had she but known it, somewhat like an
Elizabethan gentleman would have looked, complete with a large codpiece,
an item of apparel which certainly captured her attention.
She called out, "Who are you? What's going on? Let me go, oh please, let
me go! I want my mommy and daddy!
He knelt down beside her and began to speak gently to her. "Emily, your
mommy and daddy brought you here to me. They know exactly what's going
on. And you'll see them again very soon. No one is going to harm you
here. Emily, I love you. I know that sounds strange, but I do. You are
the most precious beautiful little girl I know. You're also very sweet,
but I know you've been having some problems with your behavior lately.
That's why you're here.
"You know your mommy hasn't been feeling well lately. I'm afraid she's
not going to get much better real soon. It's not dangerous, but it does
make it hard for her to handle you, especially when you've been so
naughty lately. So after thinking it over carefully, your mom and dad
decided to give you to me. Now you're mine; I will protect you and raise
you like my daughter, love you and cherish you like my wife, and punish
you and use you like my slave."
"Whaaat!" she cried, "No, no, that can't be! My mommy and daddy
wouldn't..."
"Emily," he said firmly but gently, "Listen to me: they did do that.
Look at this..." With that a curtain slid aside on the wall in front of
her, revealing a large TV screen. A video began, showing her parents
speaking to the camera:
"Emily," her mother said on the screen, "I know this is hard for you to
accept, but you belong to this man now. It's too hard for your father
and me to take care of you and discipline you properly, and we know that
he will love you very much, and he will make you behave yourself! He is
legally your husband now. (With that, the man pulled a paper out of his
pocket and showed it to the girl; it read "Marriage Certificate", and
had his name and signature, and her name and her parents' signatures on
it. She gaped at it in disbelief.) Don't worry, honey. It'll all be for
the best. We'll come to see you often, and you can come see us, too,
whenever your new husband says it's OK. He told us he'll be glad to take
you to see us frequently. But you'll need to behave yourself.
"Now he's going to punish you, because you've been very naughty lately.
He's going to punish you a lot, and in some ways you've never been
punished before. So behave yourself; he can always punish you more! We
love you, honey. Bye!" And the screen blanked out.
She looked up at him with tears welling up in her eyes. He took a soft
handkerchief from his pocket and gently dried them. Then he kissed her
on her forehead, and her eyelids, her glabella, and the tip of her nose.
As he did so, and she breathed in his scent, deep down inside her there
was a realization, not yet conscious, of who he was. A certain sense of
calm and trust began to build in her. Outwardly she was still fearful,
or thought she should be, but instead of actual fear, there was anxiety
about her coming punishment, anxious curiosity about her life as his
slave/child/wife, and a certain barely conscious sense of...excitement
at the prospect of being punished by him.
But, almost without thinkiing, she naturally launched into another
protest, "Oh, Mister, please! Please let me go! I promise I'll be good!
Please, please..."
"Emily!" he said, more sternly, stopping her protests short, "You had
plenty of opportunities to behave yourself before now, but you didn't.
Now you're going to have to be punished.
"From now on you will call me `Sir'. If you are talking about me with
someone else, you will call me your Master. You will obey me always. If
you don't, you will be punished. Sometimes I'll punish you just because
I want to."
"No, no, I won't! You can't do that to me! I won't call you..." she
began, but she was cut short as he brought his hand down sharply onto
her bare thigh, SMACK! "Ow!" she cried out.
"During your punishments, you will not say `No' or `Don't' or `Stop',"
he commanded. "You may say `Please' and `Sir', and you may cry and make
noise, but you may not say `Ow' or `Hurts'. Let's try again."
SMACK! He brought his palm down sharply onto her bare thigh. "OW!" she
cried out even louder, "Don't, that hurts!"
"Emily," he spoke more sternly, and lifted her chin up to look into her
eyes, "Listen carefully: don't say `Ow' or `Hurts' or `Don't'. Since you
choose to disobey me, I'm going to have to punish you more severely."
With that, he proceeded to rain a series of sharp openhanded spanks onto
the front of her bare thighs. WAP-WAP-WAP-WAP!
"OW-OW-OW!" she cried, then, as he looked sternly at her and smacked her
thighs even more severely, "I mean AH! Oh, please Sir! AAAH!"
"That's better, young lady," he said. "Now we can proceed with your
punishment."
"Oh, but please Sir! Oh, please!" she begged, but he moved around behind
her, pulled a peach switch down from where it hung on the wall, and
proceeded to apply it again and again to the backs of her bare thighs,
SWAK! SMAK!
"AAA! OOO! AAAH!" she cried out as she felt the sting on her thighs.
"Oh, please, Sir, OOO!" Then he began to switch her on the front of her
bare thighs, WAP! SWAK! "AAA! O-O-O-O! Oh, please-please-please, Sir!
AAAAAH!" she cried out. As he kept on whipping her, almost against her
will her thoughts kept straying to the time she was spanked so soundly
by her "Uncle" James, when he'd spanked her even on her... while he held
and rubbed her on her...
Her mind spun away from such thoughts as her punishment continued. He
tossed the switch away. He stood before her, just off the platform.
Though her head still barely came up to his chin despite the added
height of the platform, her groin was now level with his. Stepping up to
her, he reached both arms around her and slid them up her thighs, under
her skirt, and then plunged them down inside her lacy panties, seizing
the cheeks of her bottom in each hand. She gasped in surprise. She felt
him pull her firmly against him, so that her little unfledged mound was
pressed hard through her panties against the hard rod in his codpiece.
He proceeded to knead and work her bottom, pressing the cheeks together
firmly, then suddenly pulling them up and apart, stretching the tender
place between her legs, such that, if her panties were not still in
place, her anus would be exposed to view. Now she could not help but
think of that time when she was spanked right on her anus, as her
clitoris was rubbed so fiercely, and she... Through the welter of memory
and emotion, her attention focused now on her anus, now on her little
cleft, breathing in his scent, she came to a sudden realization, unable
to help thinking back to the time when she was spanked on her anus and
brought to a come by her...
"'Uncle' Ja...!" she began to cry out, both excited and relieved. But he
quickly stopped her in mid-cry by fastening his lips tenderly but firmly
to hers.
He broke off briefly to whisper, "Not yet, little missy!" Then he
resumed the kiss, long and sweet, but not deep, almost chaste, if it
were not for his simultaneous attentions to the intimacies of her sweet
little-girl body.
Finally he broke it off, as she swayed in her bonds, eyes half-closed,
with a nearly dreamy smile on her lips. He looked down on her with
tender regard. "Little Missy, " he began, "Here's the deal. I love you.
You are the most gorgeous sweet little girl in the world. I would love
to spend the rest of my life with you. But I'm going to leave it up to
you. We're married, but we haven't consummated it yet. Do you know what
that means?" She shook her head shyly. "Do you know what it means to
'make love', to 'have sex'?" he asked. She nodded slowly. "When a
husband and wife first make love, that 'consummates' the marriage. Until
then they're not officially married. That means we could stop right now,
I could send you home to your parents, and we would not be married. Your
parents could get it annulled, which means cancelled.
"But if we do that, then I must tell you: it would be too hard on me to
have to see you and not be able to hold you, and punish you, and rape
you. I'd have to go away. But if you want, that's what we'll do.
"But if you're willing, then we'll go on with your punishment, and by
the end of it we'll be married officially, and we'll go home together
and be together always," he finished, then waited for her reply.
She lowered her head for a few moments, then looked shyly up at him and
said, "I want to be yours, Sir."
He was so overcome, he could barely speak for a few moments. Then he
wrapped his arms around her and whispered in her ear, "You've made me
the happiest man alive, little missy!" Then he stepped back and looked
at her quizzically. "Do you think you could hold still for the rest of
your punishment? I'd rather have you untied and submit to it willingly,"
he opined.
"I-I'll try, Sir," she stammered nervously.
"That's my girl! Now let's get you loose," he said as he undid her wrist
cuffs. Then he released her ankles, and caught her up, lifting her off
the floor and holding her in his arms for a long, sweet hug. Then he set
her on her feet, bent her under his arm, pulled down her panties, and
proceeded to give her a brisk, businesslike spanking on her bare bottom,
SMAK, SMAK, SMAK!
"Oh! Ah! Ooo!" she cried out as he smacked her bottom again and again.
Then he stood her up, and her panties fell to her ankles. He made her
step out of them. Then he pulled her blouse off. She wore no bra, being
only ten, so her little breasts were immediately exposed. She blushed
prettily. He seized each breast, kneading her little breast buds,
pinching and twisting her nipples as she gasped and moaned, "Ssss!
Aaaah!" Then he snatched a riding crop off the wall where it hung, and
brought it down sharply across her little breasts WAP! Again and again
he whipped her on her nipples and little breast buds. She cried out
wildly, "AAAAA! O-O-O-O-O-OH! Oh, but please, Sir, PLEASE!" as she
writhed and moaned.
He put her in the knee-chest position on the divan and stripped her of
her skirt, leaving her only in her calf socks and saddle shoes. She was
now blushing deeply, thoroughly embarrassed at the thought that, at only
ten years old, her anus and little girlcleft were so fully exposed to a
grown man's avid gaze. He didn't give her long to consider her position,
though. Seizing a flat plastic ruler, her brought it up sharply again
and again directly onto her clitoris, vulva, and anus, WAPP! SWAK! SMAK!
"AAAAAAAA! OH-OH-OH-OH! OH SIR! AAAAAAAAH!" she nearly screamed.
He fingered and pinched her tender delicate anus for a moment, then went
to an alcove and retrieved an ice dildo from the freezer there. It was
ridged and fairly thick. With one hand he thrust it firmly deep into her
anus, while with the other he seized and molested her clitoris. She
wailed and yelped as he raped her little-girl anus with the ice dildo.
Meanwhile that hot wave built and built from her clitoris to her anus.
Soon she was bucking and sobbing as she came and came from the intensity
of her punishment.
While she was still sobbing and shuddering, he lubricated her rosebud
and firmly thrust his rod into her bottom-flower. She screamed out loud
as he thrust again and again into her, stretching her tender tissues,
raping her of the maidenhood of her already-abused anus. She was so
tight that in no time he was spilling his seed into her rectum as she
cried out in anguished passion.
After her sobs died down to the occasional sniffle, he withdrew. He
swept her up in his arms and kissed her through her tears. He carried
her to a shower that adjoined the chamber. Soon he was thoroughly
scrubbing her most intimate parts with a rough terry washcloth: nipples,
vulva, anus. She squirmed involuntarily away from his ministrations, so
he said, severely, "Hold still, little Missy!" and, pressing her front
against the cold tile wall, he spanked her wet bottom, cleft, clitoris,
and anus again and again. She jumped and moaned. Then he resumed washing
her, and she held still, though she trembled and whimpered like the
little girl she was as he paid strict attention to her tender delicate
anus, cleftlips, and clitoris. Then he rinsed her off with the hard
needle spray, lifted her out, and dried her with a rough towel, rubbing
her nipples and cleft vigorously as she moaned.
He carried her back to the divan and laid her on her back. He began to
kiss her: forehead, eyelids, glabella, sweet little mouth, neck, then
her chest. He spent some time sucking and biting her nipples as she
trembled and yipped. Then he moved down her belly, pausing to kiss her
little jewel of a navel, then blow a raspberry into it, making her
giggle. He slid on down and down, until suddenly he was there, seizing
her clitoris in a long bite between tongue and teeth that almost made
her swoon.
Soon he knew she was as ready as she'd be. He raised up, inserted the
head of his rod into her little unfledged girlcleft, and thrust in,
burying himself almost to the hilt in the little preteen, raping her of
her maidenhead with one swift stroke. "AAAAAAH!" she screamed and nearly
fainted from the overwhelming punishment in her cleft, already smarting
from her previous abuse. He just held her tightly for a while, nuzzling
her silky hair, while her sobs died away to the occasional sniffle. Then
he began to thrust in and out of her, long and slow at first, then fast
and hard. Her cries became louder and more anguished as he raped her,
pinning her to the divan with each stroke, driving for her cervix. She
screamed again and came wildly, but even after her orgasm subsided, he
continued to methodically rape her, forcing her tender unfledged
girlcleft to endure even more sexual punishment until he finally deigned
to pour his seed into her little vagina.
After he had spent himself in her preteen sex, he picked her up as he
stood, his rod still buried in her cleft, and held her for a long time
as she burned and murmured, almost sleepily. After a while he withdrew
gently, shifted her until she was lying in his arms like the little girl
she was. He carried her to his car and took her home.
And they lived happily ever after.